Dumblemdore Family: Wizarding Witch World

After three grueling months of survival and training, Alvo could not help but reflect on how naive he had been. Despite being only ten years old, he now understood that in this world, learning from an early age was not just important—it was essential. He didn't resent this truth; he simply lamented the limitations of his small body. With a sigh, he pushed those thoughts aside and set about checking his surroundings to ensure everything was in order.

But as he turned, his heart skipped a beat. The Keeper stood silently in the corner of his modest shelter, his presence as commanding as ever. Before Alvo could say a word, the Keeper spoke in his calm, authoritative tone.

"You've survived three months," the Keeper began. "The next two months will be different. You are now permitted to use magic to its fullest extent."

Alvo felt a spark of relief, but it quickly faded as the Keeper continued, pausing deliberately for emphasis.

"However, you will venture deeper into the forest, into the inner circle, where the Level 2 magical beasts roam."

The weight of those words settled heavily on Alvo. He'd fought magical beasts before—encounters that had pushed him to his limits—but the thought of facing beasts at Level 2 sent a chill down his spine. He couldn't stop the bead of sweat that rolled down his temple.

The Keeper's expression didn't soften. "There is another condition," he said. "You are not allowed to kill these beasts."

Alvo blinked, stunned. Not allowed to kill them? Then how...

"You will live by surviving," the Keeper continued. "You will only attack if provoked, and even then, your goal is not to defeat them. Your true objective is to convince them not to attack you again."

Alvo's eyes widened. "Convince them? Isn't it in their nature to attack?" he asked, struggling to understand the logic.

The Keeper met his gaze, his voice steady and calm. "Yes, for ordinary beasts, hunger and instinct drive their aggression. But magical beasts, starting at Level 1 and beyond, develop a rudimentary hereditary consciousness. They know when to attack, when to retreat, and when to ignore. Your task is to understand this and act accordingly."

Alvo was left speechless. The Keeper glanced toward the sky, then back at the boy. With a faint smile that hinted at some unspoken wisdom, he disappeared without another word.

Alvo sat on his small bench, deep in thought. His mind raced with possibilities. Convince magical beasts not to attack? It was a challenge unlike anything he had faced before. Yet, with the restriction on killing lifted and his magic fully at his disposal, he had tools to prepare—tools he hadn't been able to use for months.

He leaned forward, lost in contemplation. If I can't kill them, then I need a way to protect myself while creating opportunities to engage them safely. But how...

Then an idea began to form. He transfigured several lengths of sturdy rope, carefully intertwining them for extra strength. At each end, he attached two jade stones, ensuring they were imbued with Delta energy. The stones weren't simply weights—they carried an aura that disrupted magical flows, an innovation Alvo had devised after observing how energy affected the beasts.

Next, he crafted a small pendant for himself, imbuing it with Alpha wave energy. The pendant pulsed faintly against his chest, stabilizing his mind and helping him focus under pressure.

Alvo then turned to the tree that had been his shelter for so long. With practiced precision, he transfigured a floating platform high above the ground. It was simple but sturdy, designed to conserve spiritual energy by utilizing the abundant natural materials around him.

He paused to assess his work, his fingers brushing over the pendant at his chest. This will have to do. I can't predict everything, but I can make sure I'm ready for the unexpected.

Finally, he packed his small satchel with dried meats and water, ensuring he had enough to sustain himself during the journey. Standing at the edge of his shelter, he gazed into the dark, forbidding forest ahead. The inner circle loomed in the distance, its dangers hidden but ever-present.

With a deep breath, Alvo adjusted his pendant, tightened his grip on the rope weapons, and took his first step forward.

The forest has tested me before, but this time, I will face it with everything I've learned. I will adapt, I will endure, and I will find a way to rise above even the Level 2 beasts.

The leaves rustled as he ventured deeper, the air thick with tension and the promise of trials to come.

Upon discovering a large stone wall nestled at the base of a rocky outcrop, Alvo set to work transforming it into a small, functional sanctuary. With careful precision, he transfigured an entrance into the stone, shaping a modest but sturdy cave to serve as his new dwelling. Inside, he created the essentials for a makeshift home—a flat stone bed with a layer of softened moss, shelves carved into the walls for storage, and a small alcove for cooking. It was humble, but it would suffice for the challenges ahead.

Stepping outside, Alvo turned his attention to fortifications. The forest was teeming with dangers, and he needed to ensure his safety. He began by crafting two miniature golems resembling bears. Their forms were stout and powerful, with sharp claws that gleamed with a faint magical aura. Into these claws, Alvo imbued a precise amount of Delta transfiguration energy, designed to induce a calming or even soporific effect on any creature engaged in prolonged combat with them. The golems lumbered around the perimeter of his cave, their heavy steps leaving faint imprints in the dirt as they tirelessly patrolled the area.

To enhance his defenses further, Alvo transfigured two small birds, delicate in appearance but vital in purpose. These birds soared above the surrounding trees, their keen eyes scanning the terrain for any approaching threats. Alvo connected to them through a light magical bond, allowing them to act as an early warning system should a high-level beast wander too close.

Still, he felt the need for one final touch—a psychological deterrent. From the massive trees near his new home, he created a static transfiguration: a towering effigy of a fierce, mythical beast. The statue loomed over the area, its snarling maw frozen in an expression of primal rage, its eyes gleaming with an unnatural glow. Alvo chuckled to himself as he stepped back to admire his work. If it doesn't stop them, it might at least give them pause, he thought, shrugging his shoulders.

The results were immediate. Ordinary beasts skittering through the underbrush froze in their tracks upon seeing the statue. Their ears flattened, and they cautiously backed away, unwilling to challenge what they perceived as a colossal predator. Even the distant calls of some Level 1 magical beasts grew quieter, as though they, too, felt the oppressive aura of the transfigured guardian.

With the area secured, Alvo shifted his focus to survival. Using his transfigured birds, he located a nearby river and prepared for a fishing expedition. He grabbed a simple rod he had crafted earlier and headed toward the water, keeping an eye out for useful materials along the way. The forest proved resourceful as always—large leaves, sturdy vines, and smooth stones presented themselves, sparking an idea. By the time he reached the river, Alvo was already planning how to construct a rudimentary cold storage system to preserve his food.

The river teemed with fish, their silver scales flashing beneath the water's surface. Alvo quickly set to work, using a combination of patience and subtle magical nudges to catch enough for several meals. After hours of fishing, his bag was heavy with his haul, and he returned to his cave, satisfied.

Back at his shelter, Alvo began assembling his idea for a makeshift refrigerator. He created a tightly sealed stone compartment inside the cave, lined with frost runes transfigured from the cool energy of the surrounding forest. It wasn't perfect, but it would keep his food fresh for several days. With his new system in place, he smoked and stored the fish, ensuring he had enough provisions for the coming days.

As evening fell, the flickering light of his small fire illuminated the cave, casting long shadows on the stone walls. Outside, his bear golems continued their patrols, their movements slow but purposeful. Occasionally, one would pause to sniff the air or turn its head at a distant sound before resuming its circuit. The birds circled above, their cries alerting Alvo to any movement beyond his immediate surroundings.

The statue of the beast stood sentinel, its terrifying visage still and imposing. Nearby creatures avoided it entirely, while others dared to creep closer only to flee at the sight of its ferocious expression.

Alvo sat on a flat rock near his fire, chewing on a piece of smoked fish. His thoughts wandered to the Keeper's words: Survive. But as he gazed around his carefully prepared sanctuary, he smirked. Surviving is just the start. Thriving is the real goal.

The days passed in a steady rhythm of preparation, exploration, and vigilance. Each evening, as he sat by the fire and watched his golems patrol and his birds soar, Alvo felt a growing sense of confidence. The forest was a dangerous place, but he was proving to himself that he could face its challenges head-on—and prosper.

Alvo sat on a flat stone just outside his cave, gazing up at the stars as he contemplated the bizarre turn his life had taken. It had been a full month since he'd ventured deeper into the forest, yet not a single Level 2 magical beast had shown itself. Instead, he'd spent the better part of his time dealing with a parade of stubborn and surprisingly clever Level 1 beasts. As his thoughts wandered, he couldn't help but sigh at the absurdity of it all.

Am I surviving—or running a beast training academy?

He glanced toward the expanded area of his mountain shelter, where a handful of massive creatures—tigers, panthers, and even a hulking bear-like beast—lay sprawled in varying states of relaxation. Each had been subdued, restrained, and ultimately convinced to coexist peacefully with him. It wasn't by choice, Alvo admitted, but by sheer persistence.

The first encounter of the month had been a striking, ember-furred tiger with glowing, molten streaks running along its body. It leaped from the dense undergrowth, its fiery claws slicing through the air as it roared, sending waves of heat rippling toward Alvo.

"Alright, big guy," Alvo muttered, sidestepping the flames. "Let's see how you like a little… cooling off."

He raised his hand, and the earth beneath the tiger's paws softened into mud, imbued with Delta waves. The transfiguration sent calming pulses through the ground, but the beast resisted, thrashing as it sank further into the quagmire. Alvo pressed on, summoning vines to wrap around its legs and muzzle. The tiger let out a muffled growl, its molten stripes dimming slightly as the Delta energy began to take effect.

Just as Alvo released the restraints, the tiger lunged again, claws flaring brighter than before.

"Really?" Alvo said, dodging and summoning a gust of wind to push it back. "Do you even know what a truce is?"

It took three cycles of restraint and release before the tiger finally plopped onto the ground, exhausted but glaring at him with what Alvo could only describe as defiance.

"Fine. Stay mad. You're coming with me," Alvo grumbled, summoning a platform to ferry the tiger back to his cave.

A few days later, Alvo found himself face-to-face with a sleek black panther that seemed to melt into the darkness. Its piercing yellow eyes glinted as it prowled toward him, its form flickering like a shadow caught in a storm.

The beast vanished and reappeared behind him in a blur, swiping with claws wreathed in dark mist. Alvo barely ducked in time, using Alpha waves to enhance his reflexes.

"Nice trick," he said, summoning a ring of light around himself. "Let's see how you like this."

The glowing barrier flared brightly, forcing the panther to recoil with a hiss. Alvo used the moment to transfigure a net of luminescent threads, imbuing them with Delta waves. The net tightened around the beast, pinning it down, though it continued to struggle fiercely.

When Alvo released it, the panther immediately vanished again, reappearing for another attack. This pattern repeated until, at last, the panther slumped to the ground, its eyes narrowing in what Alvo swore was an expression of annoyance.

"You could've saved us both a lot of trouble," Alvo said, shaking his head. "But no, you just had to make it a thing."

The next encounter came on a frosty morning when a massive boar with ice-coated tusks charged at Alvo, the ground beneath its hooves crystallizing with frost.

"Let's keep this short. I'm already cold," Alvo muttered, summoning a wall of earth to block the charge. The boar smashed through it, sending shards of stone flying.

Alvo groaned, creating a series of pits filled with Delta-infused snow to slow the creature's advance. The boar roared in frustration as it fell into one pit after another, its icy breath forming clouds in the air.

Finally, Alvo transfigured a ring of heated stones around the boar, melting its icy armor and leaving it sluggish. It snorted angrily, pawing at the ground even as its energy waned.

"Don't look at me like that," Alvo said, rubbing his temples. "You're the one who charged me."

The most elegant of his opponents was a majestic stag with antlers that glowed with vibrant green energy. The beast stomped its hooves, and vines erupted from the ground, snaking toward Alvo.

"Now this," Alvo said, dodging the vines, "is just showing off."

He retaliated by transfiguring the vines into ropes, binding the stag in place. The creature thrashed but was ultimately calmed by the Delta waves he wove into the ropes.

When released, the stag lowered its head, seemingly in a gesture of respect, before trotting off toward his cave of its own accord.

By the end of the month, Alvo's sanctuary was bustling with the beasts he had subdued. He expanded his mountain home to accommodate them, carving out dens and alcoves for each creature. As he sat outside one evening, gazing at the stars, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"One month left," he murmured. "Who knew surviving would mean playing zookeeper?"

The beasts lay peacefully around him, their glowing eyes watching him with an almost comical mixture of curiosity and grudging respect.