The explosion had barely died down when James came rushing into the room.
He burst through the door, wand drawn, eyes scanning the mess.
I froze for a moment, not knowing what to do.
His gaze landed on me, and he let out a deep sigh of relief.
He hurried over and crouched down, checking me for injuries.
And then... it happened.
As soon as his hand brushed my forehead to check for wounds, something stirred.
For just a second, I felt it — his emotions.
Relief. Worry. Concern for me.
It was faint, barely there, but I could feel it.
Telepathy.
It was weak and only worked through touch for now, but I knew it could grow stronger.
James seemed satisfied after the inspection. He sighed and muttered, "Accidental magic…"
That's what he thought. And who could blame him?He knew I had a high amount of mana and had seen plenty of magical outbursts when I was younger.
After making sure I was unharmed, he left.
I looked down at my hand — the same one that had created that shield of pure magic.I tried to conjure it again, just like before.
The magic that had once ignored me now moved. Slowly. Hesitantly.
But it responded.
The control was far better than before, though still imperfect. The flow was sluggish, and I needed deep concentration to guide it.
I had to make this second nature — effortless. Like breathing.
So, I decided. I would build myself a new training plan.
James started noticing changes too.
He saw how I began using small amounts of magic consciously, and he believed I was a prodigy, just like my father.
That worked in my favor.
I made sure to do only small things in front of him, gradually showing more as I grew older.
From the very next day, I began training seriously.
To test my telekinesis, I started with finding my limits.
I could now lift 100 kg — with effort and strain.
That was ten times more than before.
Energy manipulation helped a lot.I could channel mana more efficiently now.
To improve further, I started lifting weights with my telekinesis.
Holding the maximum weight as long as possible.Training my endurance.Lifting multiple objects at once for versatility.Moving them around to sharpen my control over matter.
Next, I tried enhancing my body with mana.
I covered my fists and arms with it and threw punches.
There was a slight difference. Maybe a 5% boost.If my raw strength was 100, it became 105.
But it wasn't worth it — the energy cost was too high, and the control required was too much.
Still, my physical body was strong. Much stronger than most magical kids — who were already stronger than normal muggle children.
Maybe it was my mutant powers, or maybe the huge mana inside me was enhancing my body.Either way, it gave me a huge advantage over others my age.
Telepathy was much harder.
It was weak — barely functioning.
Maybe I was too young.Or maybe it was still too deeply tied to my magic, and I hadn't grown into it yet.
I practiced by holding the hands of the house-elves.
I didn't try to read thoughts — that was too advanced.
Instead, I focused only on sensing emotions.
At first, I barely felt anything. But over time, it got a bit easier.
Still, it needed heavy concentration.
It would take a lot more work to advance it to the point where I could read memories — especially without touch.
Energy control came to me more naturally.
Maybe because it was linked to my magic core.Or maybe all those early outbursts gave me a head start in understanding how mana flowed.
I could feel the subtle streams of magic in the air.
I couldn't interact with them yet, but sensing them was progress.
I trained daily — creating small barriers, short bursts of push and pull.
Trying to lift myself with telekinesis was still too much.Whenever I tried, it felt like my own body rejected the mana and blocked it.
Maybe it was magical resistance — something natural to wizards.
Still, this training sharpened my instincts.
I could now sense when people were nearby, even if I couldn't see them.
With better telepathy and energy perception in the future, sneaking up on me would become impossible.
Every day, I trained harder.
Progress was slow at first, but as I grew, things started to get easier.
I pushed myself to exhaustion — daily.
But every day, I got just a little stronger than the last.