Magic for dummies

*** Minerva McGonagall*** In early summer, I received a notice that Brighton had seen increased magic activity. The artifact tracking the magnolites confirmed that there should live one of the descendants of the genus Rookwood. According to the collected data, it was known that this is a very energetic child, which is why his family often moved from place to place. In general, it is surprising that there has never been a message to the oblivienteres from there. I can only pray to Merlin that the child is not as corrupt as his distant relative...

Of course, Sensei tried to pay more attention to emotions, so that I wouldn"t lose my head during fights, and wouldn"t throw myself at everybody. I liked working with my inner energy better. It was kind of like trying to learn to see with the help of a process. Through these activities, I learned to concentrate energy in different parts of the body and quickly redirect it to the right place. This gave me an interesting result: if I transfer the energy to a place with a sore spot, it overgrows faster...

-Can you show me something? From scratch? My father looked at the clock, counted something and put me on his lap. -Okay, the extortionist was a minor. Let"s try it. - He showed me the basics: functions, variables, constants, procedures. Everything new in me woke up forgotten memories, and I quickly penetrated what he was saying, which surprised my father. Even for him, it was unusual. It lasted for several months. I sat down with my father, he explained to me what he was doing, what he was trying to do with the changes in the program...

- Uncle, uncle, I pulled his sleeve. He turned abruptly and looked at me with an evil look. What"s more, he was looking at me with a little disgust, " he said, "and you"re a wizard? - Oh, what could be read in his eyes. Ambivalence, surprise, and a little fear. He started to look around looking for someone. - Kid, what are you saying? - In broken English, a magician asked you if you were wearing a ring. - What makes you think I"m a magician? - You are strange. - I held out. Still, the ability to pretend to be a child came in handy for me...

-So that"s what we"re growing up with here, young talent. - A man greeted me, drooping in front of me. Though he said these words with a smile, I must confess, he scared me. He was a tightly folded man with gray hair. But if it was my father"s younger brother, then. .. How much did he have to endure to get gray at that age? - How old are you, boy? -Two and a half. - I answered, looking back at my father. - Who are you? By that day I was already talking well, even though I was heavily carved or swallowed some syllables...

Over time, I"ve noticed that I see not only the sparks of people but also some kind of fog. At first, I didn"t give this phenomenon much importance. Only when my eyesight was fully formed did it become clear that these were the objects around me: the earth in the form of a dirty green mist, the trees were saturated with yellow watery haze, even the air seemed ghostly blue - everything had its own and saturation. Luckily, the fog wasn"t dense enough to hide the Sparks of the people. The only thing I couldn"t immediately recognize as the gold dust...

Brighton, England, 1990. Today is my tenth birthday. I think it"s just a great day. Judge for yourself: the sun is baking, the wind is slightly invigorating, there is no need to hurry anywhere because the training was canceled, I have a vacation, I have done everything I was asked at school, and even managed to optimize the script that my father gave me. Unfortunately, I could"t significantly improve the program, but I had to increase my productivity when working with big data. I knew that on this...

With each new victim, my brightness was consuming longer and longer, and my movement speed was slowing down. It was as if I"d weighed down and my tentacles couldn"t handle the weight of my spark. I had to train - I did not want to become a well-nourished laggard, who can not keep up with anyone. So after each new victim, I was pulling my styli as far apart as I could until I spent all my energy in Iskra. The result was. My tentacles could be an order of magnitude longer than the standard length, and the speed could be envied by any other wanderer on this fucking emptiness...

Good theory, but the fact that I"m not in the water tells me against it - I don"t feel any resistance to movement or any lightness that would move me anywhere. And you need to breathe on the idea of all living things to live, and I didn"t breathe. Anyway, I did"t feel like I was breathing. Staying in one place was"t interesting, so I thought I"d see what the hell those lights were like in the distance. *** "Sometime later *** Moving wasn"t that hard. I got used to it for a while and even conducted...

Where am I? What is this place? It"s dark and so empty around here. Only somewhere far away, there are flashes of lights. Have I died? How did this happen? Now I realize that I don"t know the meaning of the word dead. Behind this simple truth, I am faced with a new cloud of questions. Who am I? What is my name? Who was I? When I did"t get the answers to these questions, others came to my mind. Why would I even know that? Is it necessary? Suddenly from somewhere comes the realization: "In general, no, you already know everything...