Hogwarts: The Dark Prodigy

Dante opened his eyes to the faint glow of morning light filtering into his room. He lay on the wide bed, the dark curtains fluttering gently around him. The woodwork of the ceiling and the old paintings on the walls revealed the long history of the mansion. It was now part of this house, this identity, this world.

He stood still for a moment, taking in his surroundings. She had to get used to her new life. Maybe he was not born here, but he was here now and he had to learn to belong.

Just then, a shrill but respectful voice came from a corner of the room. "Young Master Rosier, good morning!"

Dante turned his head quickly. A small, slender house-elf was staring at him with wide eyes. His ears were long and pointed, and he wore a clean but tattered piece of cloth. His name... Yes, he had learned it yesterday.

"Good morning, Dobby," he murmured, his voice sleepy but authoritative. He was not himself now.

"Sir, I'm not Dobby!" the house-elf said in a slight panic. "My name is Vippy, young master!"

Dante studied the ghost for a moment, then nodded. "I apologize, Vippy. I'm not quite myself yet."

Dante still hadn't adjusted to this world.

The house-elf shook his head quickly. "No problem, master! Vippy has everything ready for you! Your breakfast is ready, your clothes are clean! You can brush your teeth first if you like, and then I'll be waiting for you in the dining room!"

Dante got out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was still young enough to get used to. His black hair was slightly tousled and his blue eyes were as sharp as ever. He looked like a little boy, but his soul was much older.

He did as he was told, went to the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth and put on the clothes Vippy had prepared. It was an extravagant but comfortable wizard's robe. Embroidered with small details, it had a dignity worthy of the Rosier line.

Then he entered the dining room. It was decorated with a huge fireplace and a large portrait of the Rosier family crest. The dining table was large and sumptuous, but only one plate was served. It reminded him of his loneliness.

Vippy quickly pulled out a chair and led the way. "There you are, sir! For breakfast today we have hot chocolate, freshly baked bread and the Rosier family's traditional jam!"

Dante nodded his head in thanks and sat down. Everything was laid out on the table in perfect order. Vippy looked at him proudly as he slowly took a bite.

"Do you have any plans for today, master?" the goblin asked respectfully.

Dante put down his fork and looked at Vippy. "I'm going to the library to check out some basic spell books."

The house-elf nodded excitedly. "A very good idea, Master! The Rosier Library is an extremely valuable collection, the personal choice of your grandfather and father. Vippy is pleased to see that the young master is interested in magic!"

Dante smiled slightly. "Then show me the library, Vippy."

The house-elf moved quickly to lead the way. As he walked through the long corridors, he noticed that some of the portraits hanging on the walls moved and stared at him indifferently. Each was a former member of the Rosier. All had been strong defenders of the Pureblood ideology.

Finally, they came to the large double wooden doors. As Vippy opened them, Dante was mesmerized by the dim light inside. The shelves reached to the ceiling, and each one was filled with dusty old grimoires. As his eyes roamed the shelves, he realized that this was indeed a place where he could plumb the depths of magical knowledge.

He entered quietly and wandered through the shelves. First, he had to find the basic spell books. Vippy quickly climbed a ladder, carefully selected a few books and lowered them down.

"Sir, these will be perfect to get you started!" he said excitedly. "'Magic Basics: For Young Wizards', 'The Basics of Latin Charms', and 'Magic Theory 101'!"

Dante took the books and sat down at a large table. He began to turn the pages, studying the lines carefully. He began to learn how magic worked, the logic and theory behind the talismans.

Dante turned the pages of the heavy, leather-bound book. "Basics of Magic: For Young Wizards," the book was written for beginning wizards to take their first steps. The pages were slightly yellowed, indicating years of use.

The introduction to the book explained the nature of magic:

"Magic is the channeling of magical energy. Every mage has an innate source of magic within him or her. But to use that power effectively requires focus, the right words, and the right wand movements. Beginners' spells are designed to develop basic motor skills and learn to control magical power."

Dante read the part about controlling magical energy carefully. To cast a spell, it was not enough to say the right words; it was important to direct the magician's magical energy in the right direction. A wrong focus meant a failed spell. Worse, it could sometimes backfire and produce unexpected results.

The next chapter described one of the most basic spells, Lumos.

"Lumos is a simple but effective spell to create light at the tip of your wand. It is ideal for navigating in the dark and is one of the first steps in learning to focus your magic."

Dante sighed slightly. He didn't have a wand right now. He didn't know if there was one in the manor, but he guessed it would be unusual for a seven-year-old to use one. Instead, he should start studying magic theory and word stress.

The book listed the ingredients for the Lumos spell as follows:

Spell Formula: LumosWand Movement: A slight upward lift is the focusing technique: Gathering energy at the tip of the wand and creating a ball of light

Dante repeated the word several times. "Lumos... Lumos..." The pronunciation was quite simple, but what was important was the intention behind the word and the flow of energy.

He was trying to understand how to feel the power of magic within himself. The book suggested a little exercise:

"First, close your eyes. Breathe in to feel your magical power, and as you exhale, imagine your energy flowing through your body. Repeat this exercise until you feel a warm vibration between your hands. Being able to consciously feel your magical power is the first step to mastering witchcraft.

Dante closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Would he be able to feel the magical power within him? He concentrated on his breath, as the book said, and tried to clear his mind.

For several minutes he felt nothing. But he continued to try patiently. Finally, he noticed that he felt a slight warmth between his hands. He opened his eyes and examined his hands, but there was no physical change. Yet the feeling was there. Perhaps he was beginning to feel the power of magic.

Vippy watched him silently. The little house-elf watched his master's work with great interest.

"Young Master Rosier, you began the study of magic very early," he said admiringly. "But Vippy has heard that hard work makes a great magician!"

Dante shook his head. "I know I have to be strong to survive in the wizarding world. I want to learn everything, at least in theory."

Vippy nodded happily. "The great wizards of the Rosier family worked just as hard as you, Master!"

Dante continued to work his way through the book. Now the spell Wingardium Leviosa was described.

"Wingardium Leviosa is a basic spell used to levitate small objects. If not done correctly, objects can be shaken, dropped, or thrown uncontrollably. Therefore, be patient and watch your hand movements as you cast the spell.

As Dante read the description of the spell, he tried to understand the logic behind it. The book said that although the spell was simple, many students failed at the first attempt. This was because the spell was not just about words. The main thing was to consciously direct the magical energy.

"Magic formula: Wingardium Leviosa wand gesture: Drawing a small 'U' shape and raising it Focus: Feel the magical energy around the object and lift it slightly into the air".

Dante mimicked the movements of the book with his hand. It was impossible to perform the spell without the wand, but in his mind he repeated each step. First he drew a small "U" shape, then he concentrated and lifted the object into the air.

He worked for hours in the deep silence of the library. Sometimes he took notes, sometimes he read and reread. He had completely lost track of time.

Finally, Vippy got his attention with a slight cough. "Sir, it's getting late. Would you like to take a break for dinner?"

Dante lifted his head and looked out the window. Indeed, the sunset had already begun. He had been so engrossed in his books that he hadn't noticed the passage of time.

He took a deep breath and closed his book. "Yes, let's have dinner. But then I'll be back here."

Vippy nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, Master Rosier! Vippy will prepare your favorite dishes!"

On his way out of the library, Dante turned and looked back at the huge bookshelves.