Still alive just sick, I have had a stubborn cold for the last 3 weeks. Just irritating symptoms. Its because of the weather it went form cold to hot, then back to cold, now its getting hot again. My body can't adapt and it fucked me up.
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One day before Harry woke up.
Bella had some free time on her hands. Andy told her that Harry was home so she decided to go and ask him some questions about magic.
Since it was still in the afternoon she assumed Harry was in his room. There was always a clone in there. Bella knows better than to enter his lab, workshop or the greenhouses. She might not even know how she dies the moment she enters.
There are no traps in those places, this was Harry's home, if someone had breached his house, that means he had already lost. She was worried about getting bit by some monster insect or an explosion happening from whatever stuff he has in there.
"Harry" Bella knocked on the door of the main bedroom.
Seeing as there was no response, she assumed there was nobody inside and decided to go in anyway just to make sure. She opened the door and saw the room she rarely goes into.
It was the biggest bedroom in the house. It was filled with expensive furniture, paintings and decorations. Harry threw all of it away, even the desks, the room was bare of those things. Now in their place were a few flower pots, and gentle scented incense.
This was a room purely for sleep. Ever since he started the Harry rotation this room has been critical. There was also another room where another clone slept. Since sometimes their times overlapped.
But Bella wasn't looking at the room. She froze in place like a deer in headlights. Harry was on his bed naked as the day he was born. He was sleeping soundly, except a certainty part of him was standing proud.
Harry was finally in puberty. He had theorized that he would enter it earlier due to the magical ingredients and his increased growth. But that didn't happen, even when scientifically it should due to his hormones. He then threw his hands in the air and left it as wizarding bullshit.
Now with the ritual increasing his height and built, he was quite the specimen for young witches.
'What the hell did he do?!' Bella.exe was still in shock but she recognized that Harry looked a lot different than when she last saw him. 'Did he age himself? Can he do that?'
Curiosity overtakes her, she gets near the bed and looks down at his erection then at her hands. ' Can i even cover that with both hands? This can't be right.' she started to doubt her common knowledge
Bella still had some memories of the past, Harry got rid of the bad traumatizing stuff. But her cutting off her supposed husband's dick would always make her smile. ' Heh, he was an adult back then and still has a smaller dick than a teenager... When I'm pregnant maybe I'll ask Harry to call his soul back so I can rub it in his face. That might happen sooner than i thought'
Bella left the room with a smirk on her face.
~ Back to present.
After splitting up the Harry Army started making some big progress. More people meant more processing power. Most of the clones went off to do their own thing. Three clones got together and decided to tackle the firepower problem.
Namely the Wyvern Flames. These flames would be a big help when he was fighting. Draconic Flames even the weakest kind from Wyvern and Drakes is still much better than the flames humans produce.
We might get stronger flames if we pump more mana in the spell, but draconic flames by their nature carry the draconic predatory nature. Seeking to devour and destroy anything in its way.
Quite literally any other flame is more powerful than a magicians. Another in a long list of reasons why humans are the weakest race. Well weakest intelligent race.
It was difficult for a human to get to a level where he can be seen as a threat without a Longinus or decades of training while doping on Holy Power like Vasco Strada. That's also a reason why Harry is so focused on research.
He was looking for a new path to power. The only path currently available to him. That didn't include joining some faction and getting used like a factory.
~ Lab #4/ 226 (Aka. Things go Boom Lab)
"Wyvern Flame attempt 174." Harry spoke out loud. He and two other clones were in the lab that was far out of the Manor.
Three clones were gathered around a small flame, that was being stabilized by them.
" Due to the last ten attempts showing minimal progress, I am continuing the method of creation, due the the fact that the first hundred attempts were complete and utter failure but i gained an increased understanding of the nature of the Wyvern Flames."
Everything was recorded by a self writing notebook that was floating in the air. Archive Magic was extremely useful for Harry. But expecting his entire family to learn it was optimistic at best. It required a certain mindset and a strong grasp on Occlumency.
Hope could do it since she has been with him since he was a kid. He held nothing back when teaching her, hoping she would reach her full potential faster. He needs capable people working under him if he wants to have any peace and quiet in this world.
People to help him, and people to manage all of his stuff. Even if he plans to go in a roundabout way to do it.
"""Hm?"""
All three of them looked at the flickering yellowish red flame. It didn't blow up.
'That's interesting. Well this obviously is working, even when it shouldn't. I was thinking about how to stabilize the flame and this just happened. The goal is to keep a piece of the fire with me and push mana into it to make it grow and I use it to attack my enemies.'
The Harrys started to push more mana into the 'flame seed'
'I never expected a stray thought would actually work. I just threw in a soul the last, for the last few experiments to see if it would do something. Its surprising that it worked or maybe this is what it needs. My mana supplies the fuel to grow, but what keeps the flame existing? I have the spark, the flame of wyverns, but what is the tinder, what is it first that helps form it?
A soul.
It's interesting that the Flame needs a soul to support its existence. That's BTTH logic, but then again Incinerate Anthem does have some intelligence and conciseness. To the point that it can chose its own user. If the Holy Flame doesn't like you, it will just leave. So it shouldn't be that surprising'
The yellowish flame started to wobble and collapse.
The three clones had only one thought, and it echoed in the Harry Network. 'Oh Shit'
BOOOOOMMMM!!!
~ One overpowered repair charm later.
The lab was back to how it was, until it explodes again. It was now Lab #4/ 227. The second number is how many times he has had to repair this lab.
'Well that was useful. Now i know what I need. I don't think the wyvern souls I got have completely been purified. I'll try using them in the next experiment. And if I run out, well I can always get some more'
~
While some clones made a big breakthrough with the Wyvern Flames. Another one was preparing to tackle a project that has been in the making for quite some time.
It was an idea he had gotten as soon as Melinda gave him the Yggdrasill branch... well stick or stem considering how big the damn tree really was.
It was obvious Harry was a staff, a magical foci.
But he didn't want to make a boring regular staff with such an insanely rare material. Especially considering what Melinda went through when she obtained it.
Normal staffs are usually a magical tree when a core of some sort on the top of the staff to act as a point of focus. The part of the staff where the spell was actually going to shoot out of.
Harry had a strange idea to turn it into a staff/spear.
He was going to put the biggest basilisk fang on the staff, that would be the focus point where the magic shoots out of and he can use it in close range if the situation develops that way.
He pulls out the Yggdrasill stick and starts to shave and shape it using magic, specifically advanced transmutation. He used it to hollow out part of the staff. Just large enough for the Elder Wand to go in.
He then places some circular groves in it in a straight line. They were barely noticeable. He used these as markings. He was going to find some rare gems or cores to add to the Staff to boost its power. Materials like the Philosophers' stone.
But he wasn't going to put it on the Staff.
That would be a waste since he had far better plans for it. A plan he had been holding back until he got the Basilisk skin.
A Grimoire.
Grimoires come in different sizes and uses. Some are just records for family spells or just research throughout the centuries. Others can be cursed, used as horcruxes and even as magical focus instead of a wand or staff.
Harry was going to make the latter but with a twist. A battle grimoire. A self autonomous magical machine gun that can float around him and spam spells. He has 'Black Clover' to thank for this idea.
The spine of the book was bones from the basilisk as well as the case. The cover that goes over the case will be basilisk skin and the best part, the pages will be from paper made from the Yggdrasill shavings.
With magic many of the steps normally done can be skipped or altered. But it he wanted to make enough pages for a grimoire he would have to use up the whole Stem. And that would be stupid, but luckily he was a wizard. He only needs one page.
After using magic to literally transmute the fibers in the shavings, he created a single A4 paper sheet. It was not as white as the modern notebooks, it looked a bit brownish, similar to parchment but of the highest quality. If he went too far the paper would lose its magic.
He used the Gemino Charm to duplicate the single page. Even after using all of his magic he could only make five pages at once.
Feeling drained and exhausted Harry just smiled 'As expected from the Yggdrasill tree, even coping some minute shavings takes a lot out of you. Especially since I'm making them permanent.'
Harry didn't have any more materials to bare the burden or lower the cost. All of it was directly his magic. He could take the magic from the other clones, but they also needed it for their own experiments.
He would just do it in a couple of batches the next few days with all the magic he has. Until he reached at least 200 pages. The last page would be the original and would never be touched. And if he needed more pages, he would just duplicate some more, wizards have a spell for these grimoires to make the pages near infinite so he wasn't worried about that.
For ink he would use basilisk blood mixed with his own, any spell that can be written in Parseltongue he will write it as so. He theorizes by using so many basilisk parts, the Grimoire would actually shoot out spells in Parseltongue, increasing their power.
On the cover of the Grimoire in the center there was a grove, that's where the Philosophers' stone was going in. If he is running low on mana, the grimoire would use the energy in the stone as fuel to keep spamming spells.
Yggdrasill Wood and Basilisk Materials. He had both items that would drastically increase his firepower. Both items will be blood and soul bound.
But what Harry didn't realize what he was actually making. He had created a Sacred Gear, the most basic version of it but what were Sacred Gears? They were items with power bound to your soul. Some were strong, others weak, but they all had one thing in common. They were bound to their host's soul.
With this he had stepped into a new league as a researcher and inventor. A league which consisted of some of the most powerful and smartest people in the world. And Harry was still only twelve years old.
So young and it begs to question and what kind of things he will make in the future. Will they rival real Sacred Gears in terms of complexity? Will he create his own divine weapon like many of the gods in the world? Time will tell how far he would go.
~ A/N Hidden Tittle "Staff and Grimoire"
What do you guys think of the chapter? This has been a long time coming. I have had this idea since basically right after the start of the fic. It took me a little while to write it all out. Hope you guys like it.