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Wilson family house, 2nd floor…

Calder felt great. He saw, heard and felt better than ever. Calder understood that somewhere out there, behind the wall of water, lightning was sparkling in its full splendor. All small animals within a radius of 100 steps hid in their holes, hollows and trembled, afraid of this element.

Somewhere there, high in the sky, a network of mana appeared. Just not for long, about a couple of seconds. It was as if someone incredibly powerful was watching what was happening here. And seeing everything that interested him, he immediately left.

Only a few years later, Calder learns that this is how the Ministry of Magic network works to find and track Muggle-born wizards.

Now the boy began to slowly come to his senses. His 5th shell absorbed the surge of emotions and calm came again. Looking around the 5th shell, Calder noted that the growth of the shell had slowed down significantly. For such an abundant outburst of emotions, the shell increased by 3 percent from its current volume. And there were vague doubts related to the fact that the growth of the shell would slow down even more.

His channels were just singing. An incredible amount of mana passed through them. The mana itself began to flow into every cell of his young body. In him, in his body, there was simply a burst of energy. I wanted to start dancing right at that second.

Turning his attention to the outside world and opening his eyes, Calder looked around his room. Immediately I noticed the chaos. There were pillows, books, notebooks, writing utensils and much more scattered throughout the room.

The second thing the boy noticed was that he was floating. For a long time he tried to learn to soar; he couldn't even dream of flying yet, but nothing worked for him. Now he floats, albeit slowly sinking back to the floor.

Well, third on the list, but not least important, are his parents, who stood like pillars of stone at the entrance to his room. There was complete shock on their faces, and the only thought in their heads was: "What is happening here?"

"Good morning, father, mother," was the only thing that came to Calder's head, which he voiced. -The weather is beautiful outside, isn't it?

And it was at that moment that a particularly strong roar of thunder was heard from the street.

For several minutes Calder sat under the throne-like gaze of his father and mother until they came to their senses and Sarah said:

"We have a very serious conversation waiting for us, young man," said the boy's Mother, with such an expression on her face that it would have been clear to the demon that she couldn't get away with it. And if you try, then the punishment of the highest court in the person of Sarah will await you.

The father just shook his head in agreement. He completely and unconditionally agreed with his wife. Calder just sighed long and submissively lowered his head. There was nowhere to go. It was occupied from all sides.

-We'll reschedule the conversation, first you have breakfast, and then we'll talk. And don't you dare hide anything. We are your parents after all. You shouldn't have secrets from us.

-Yes mom, I understand.

A couple of minutes later the whole family went down to the first floor of their house. And while father and mother went to the kitchen, Calder went to the living room. Only when he entered the living room did he notice the birthday cake and the stack of books that stood next to it.

The boy pulled a chair to the table, climbed onto it so that the table was up to his chest and tried to reach the stack of books, but the only thing he managed to get was this note that was next to the stack of books. The books were still out of his reach. After all, he is still too small.

Taking the note in his hands, Calder read the sender's name:

The Wilson Family, from the Lord of the ancient and noble Family of Black, Lord Regulus Black.

"F*cked up, what's going on?" was the only thought that was in the boy's head. Is Regulus Black alive? He should have been dead for a year already. Regulus became a Lord? What's with the Horcrux? Did he take it or destroy it? Or maybe he doesn't know about them? Are there magical kinds in this world? What about rhodomagic? But this is half the trouble. What does he have to do with our family? How are we connected to him? These and many other questions swirled in his head. They built and collapsed, creating new and destroying old theories.

Sarah came from the kitchen into the living room.

-Calder, son. How many times have I told you not to bring books to the dinner table and not read them? Are you back to your old ways? Have you forgotten? Well, he quickly picked them up and brought them to the place intended for them.

"These are not my books, I didn't bring them here," Calder replied.

-Why not yours? So who? And who could have brought them here? Maybe me or your father? – Mom asked with a grin.

-These are books from Regulus Black, Lord of the ancient and noble Family of Black.

Hearing the boy's answer, Sarah dropped the plate of scrambled eggs on the floor. The plate crashed on the floor with a merciful sound. Tom appeared from the kitchen at the sound of breaking dishes.

-Sarah, dear, what happened?

"Tom," Sarah answered in an excited voice. "There's a package here, from Regulus Black."

While Sarah and Tom stood silently and looked at each other, Calder opened the letter and began, out loud, to read the text written in a beautiful and somewhat calligraphic style.

Thomas Wilson

As promised, on your son's third birthday, I sent you, the house-elf, a list of books that a young scion of a magical Family needs to enter the magical world. The list of books includes:

Occlumency "How to protect and structure your mind? From neophyte to archmage."

Runes "Runes are the foundations of the world and magic itself."

Rituals "What to do in any situation."

Etiquette "Etiquette is the basis of an aristocratic society."

I recommend that you pay attention to the first point - Occlumency. Occlumency is the ability to block the path to one's consciousness for people skilled in legilimency, that is, the ability to read images in someone else's mind, and will also help structure the mind of your son.

All these books are very rare and, in part, illegal. But they are also the most necessary in the life of any magician, and not every aristocrat has this knowledge. Appreciate it.

As promised, I paid for your son's education at Hogwarts and terminated the contract of obligatory service of debt to my family by your son.

I therefore declare the Debt of Life paid, in full. I hope I don't see you again. Best wishes.

After reading the letter, it will burn.

P.S. I forgot to say that the books are in the original, that is, in Old English, Latin and Old French. Happy reading.

As soon as Calder finished reading the letter, it ignited and burned out in an instant. Not even ashes remained. After sitting in silence for a minute, the boy turned to his parents and spoke:

-And what was that?