Dear diary

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"Speaking."

*Random noise*

"4 years later - year 1989 | Potter Manor - Library |

'I can say with certainty, magic is the most fascinating thing in the world, but also frightening. After years of researching the kind of ritual Mom performed on us, I've encountered many things on my journey. But today, that might as well rank as number 2 on my list, of course, apart from the unrivaled number 1, this is my greatest discovery about magic.'

"Gods do exist. … So, by which damn god allowed such a psycho snake-obsessed maniac to come into existence, damn it!" The young boy, buried under a pile of books and with a decrepit look, couldn't help but shout his discovery aloud.

"Language, young Master Lilian," Nixie, bringing snacks to her young master. "Nixie doesn't know if the mistress would be happy or sad that young Master Lilian follows in her footsteps by almost living in the library and not taking time to rest."

Lilian, still emotional, couldn't resist taking Nixie in his arms and dancing with her. "You don't understand, Nixie, I finally have a clue about the ritual Mom performed that night. I read at the end of her journal that she discovered the linear magic of the Peverells. You see, the Potters, even though their name changed throughout history, are descendants of the most cautious Peverell and the only descendant of their lineage, which we could say is official because the obsession of one for death and the other for power led them to an untimely death. Only the discreet brother could establish a family and an inheritance, whether material or blood, worthy of the name."

Lilian, still hopping in place while looking at the library behind him, could feel the sensation of hunger filling his entire being at the moment, his eyes showing the madness that Nixie saw more and more. Something she absolutely didn't like.

"Young Master Lilian, the only thing Nixie thinks to remember is that a man's obsession makes him lose much more than he wanted." The house elf looked at the still-childlike magician with eyes carrying a much deeper meaning.

Turning away with a last glance at the infinite number of books, Lilian bit his lips from the agitation filling his body, complaining to her. "But, Nixie, I just proved my theory about Dad's cloak and made a discovery lost for centuries, found by Mom."

Nixie became sad at these words. Even though her young master had intelligence to the limit of a curse, he still remained a child, mature for his age, certainly, but a child. All while being stuck in this manor, his mental development only evolving on him and his desires.

"No buts, young Master Lilian. You will have to learn to rest and take time to reflect on things. Take the mistress as an example, even though she, like you, is a library regular, she took time for you, young Master Harry, and the master. But also for her passions like painting and gardening."

Hearing new things about his mother, Lilian had renewed attention on something else. "Mom did that. Okay, I'll take my time with my research for now. But it's not cool to use Mom as bait." Lilian started to pout at Nixie's words. "I'm not a child anymore."

"Of course, young Master Lilian, of course." Nixie guided the child, whose effects of his discovery were beginning to fade, straight to his bed."

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|Two weeks later| Lilian's room|

'I've learned quite a lot being in this manor. The first thing was Nixie's stories about my mother and father, and another was the one that gave me access to everything else—how to use the library.

*Flashback*

 As I picked books from the shelves that I found interesting, I wandered into my thoughts and said, "So this is where Mom spent most of her time; I would love to find her belongings."

 As if to respond to my statement, a tingling sensation occurred in my head, and the shelves and books started moving on their own, changing positions. An incredible sight for my 5-year-old self, a multitude of books flying like birds. Then, when everything had finished rearranging, I found my discovery number 1 in my ranking, Mom's journal. 

In addition to the excitement of my find, I realized that the library responds to the wish for research. 

*End of flashback*

 'With this, I was able to refine my research, starting by learning all the damn languages possible here.

 My dear mother, in all her discretion, changed the language with each chapter of her journal. So, if I wanted to read it, I had to memorize all of it. Even with my memory, it took me a year and a half, but at least I could read whatever I wanted. There was also an idiot who wrote a book on snake language, as if snakes have a damn language.

 Anyway, with that, I learned everything that came my way, well, memorized. There's still too much incomprehensible stuff here.

 Around my sixth year, I started daily use of wandless magic, which, according to Mom, would increase my magic reserve and control depending on the intensity I put into it. Mom said that control was one of the three most important things along with visualization and willpower. Once again, I drift into my thoughts; let's summarize.

-For now, I'm just practicing control over my magic while increasing its reserve.

-Secondly, I'm memorizing as much as possible about two of the three major categories of magic: 

Incantation or imposing one's will on the world.

 Ritual or applying attributes to things (most of which work through equivalent exchange). 

And finally, Corpomancy or cultivation in China, even though I haven't understood the principle, it apparently involves magic that affects the body, soul, and mind (occlumency and legilimency are part of this type).

 I'm currently learning the first two, and I practice sports; I don't know if that counts for the last one. Mom said a strong mind in a strong body, so I think it does.

-Finally, as a family that made a fortune selling potions, ingredients are something we don't lack here, so I train with what's available. 

One day, I'll have to assume the duties of the family head; it would be a shame if I couldn't brew a potion.

 Having finished my morning summary of what I know and what I need to do, I went about my activities, starting with painting to begin the day. Nixie insists on it, and, I have to say, it's cool and helps with improving occlumency by keeping the mind empty.

 Then, after some exercise to build up an appetite, I found many books on fencing in the library. 

From here, I start all my research and training.

 And I finish with reading books of all kinds; Muggles do great things in terms of science, philosophy, and literature. It was Nixie's advice that I read something else, and even though my stay in the Muggle world was particularly sad and boring, I wanted to stay in touch with the world Mom loved so much.

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In a mystical castle, an old man kept watch in his special office.

"Brhhh," a fiery red bird emerged from the flames with a man by its side.

The man resembled a countryman but had a dignified and strict air about him.

"Thank you for coming, Archibald," said the old man in a warm tone. "Licorice popper?"

"No thank you, Dumbledore, sweets are no longer for me."

"Too bad, these are not very well appreciated these days; I had a hard time finding them. No one sells them anymore." Albus Dumbledore invited someone and then comfortably settled back in his chair after giving some to his phoenix.

"I couldn't find the boy after all these years; I even asked a seer to predict his whereabouts, but nothing, no trace. So either he's dead, in which case we need to reinforce security around Harry Potter, or he's kidnapped, which leads to the same conclusion."

"Hmmm, everything will come in its time, my friend. The magic of the ancients sometimes performs wonders, like finding the most lost of young mages. He will come back to us; if not, the world will have lost another of its very young lights, which will be very sad." The old sage looked elsewhere, his eyes contemplating an unfortunate event lost in time.

"So we wait for him to come to Hogwarts?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Patience is an important virtue, my friend, patience."