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'This dark mist defies the laws of magic in this world and converts the things that I feed it into this strange form of energy and then stores it in the form of septims. It can then convert those septims into anything, even nutrition. Does that mean that things with more energy can be converted into more septims?'

"Let's try this," as he focused on closing the shop, the mist once again went inside his chest.

"Ughh, still feels a bit funny."

Ben went down the squeaking wooden stairs that showed clear signs of use throughout the centuries, to his destination, the kitchen. Once there he grabbed as many fruits and vegetables as possible and ran back up the squeaking steps to his room. Luckily for him, his mother seemed to have not heard him, or he would have gotten another scolding for running through the stairs.

Back in his room, he quickly opened the store and pushed a massive pumpkin into the mist, it quickly dissolved and turned into a septim, this brought a smile to his face, then he pushed a carrot into the mist but it did not turn into a coin, only after pushing 2 more carrots did the coin form.

"I suspected as much, although the shop sells a carrot for 1 septim, the carrot itself was no ordinary carrot, it was a lot more nutritious and full of vitality."

After converting everything he borrowed from the kitchen, he now left with a total of 60 septims, 10 septims just with a handful of vegetables, this seemed a profitable business.

"I bet magical ingredients will give me even more, hmm, I'll try when I get my hands on some."

'I still only have enough to buy one spell tome, maybe I should get rid of all the trash in the basement.'

And so, after an hour of diligent cleaning around the house, Ben was rewarded with 200 shiny septims, this was the most gold he had seen in his life, and it had come from cleaning out junk.

'Maybe I should skip Hogwarts and start a junkyard business.'

"Haha, ain't no way I am missing Hogwarts."

Ben had been a huge fan of the Harry Potter series in his previous life and had wished that he too could go to the school of witchcraft and wizardry instead of his boring school. In this life, Ben had grown up hearing tales of his uncle Arthur's bravery and sacrifice, he was filled with dreams of going to Hogwarts and becoming just as strong and brave as his uncle and becoming an Auror. This filled his father with as much pride as it did with fear, he worried that he may lose his son, just as he lost his brother.

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"It's time to go on a shopping spree," Ben said with a glint in his eyes as he focused on bringing out the mist which then took the form of a rectangle which listed various novice spells tomes.

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Alteration: Candlelight[44], Oakflesh[44].

Conjuration: Bound Dagger[38], Bound sword[49], Conjure Familiar[49], Raise Zombie[49].

Destruction: Flames[50], Frostbite[47], Sparks[46].

Illusion: Clairvoyance[50], Courage[46], Fury[43].

Restoration: Healing[50], Lesser Ward[45].

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A/N: I had included a few Creative club spells in the previous chapter which I have now decided to remove.

'I have enough to buy at least four spells, Healing is the most important one, I am bound to get a bit roughed up practising spells and doing lord knows what, this spell will prevent me from visiting the hospital wing too often for 50 septims.'

'As for destruction, let's stay away from flames for a bit, as tempting as it may seem, I don't want to burn this house down. Frostbite is just that, cold enough to give frostbites, interesting, but it can wait, whereas Sparks can come in a lot handier, it's basically my own tazer gun, a bit of shock therapy ought to keep bullies at bay, it also has the longest range among the three, 50ft and no one can dodge lightning.'

'Next is conjuration, most versatile of all, I can not go about conjuring ghost wolfs and raising dead bodies everywhere, so those two are out, out of bound sword and dagger, let's go with the less conspicuous one, I will be able to practice it a lot more without having less trouble hiding it.'

'Now I am left with 66 septims, I can only buy one more spell tome.'

'Although there are quite a few very useful alteration spells, these two are not among them, Candlelight is just the same as Lumos, and Oakflesh is just not worth it at this point. On the other hand, Clairvoyance will come in a quite handy in an ever-changing maze of a place that is Hogwarts.'

After deciding which spells to buy, Ben focused on which spells tomes to buy and one buy one bought each of them, in the end, he was left with 4 spell tomes with distinct cover designs and 16 septims on his hands.

He picked out a tome with the Daedric symbol 'Oht' on the cover, it can be translated to the letter 'O' and stands for Oblivion, Conjuration itself is the act of summoning things or beings from the oblivion, but Ben was not thinking about any of this, this mind was filled with the excitement of learning his first spell tome, he opened the book and blinding light poured out it as the book itself dissolved into it and rushed towards Ben's face.

Ben felt as if he had suddenly remembered something long forgotten, he could vaguely remember how to gather Magicka towards his hand and how to focus his mind to conjure a dagger from the beyond.

As he felt his Magicka rush through his body, towards his hand and gather on his palm, he closed his eyes and focused his mind on conjuring a dagger, a narrow connection formed between himself and something else, he opened his eyes when he felt something heavy on his palm, it was an ethereal Daedric dagger, 16" of solid purple aura, the flashing jagged edge of the blade, inspired fear in any who face it.

"HoHo! Master Windu is here witches," He exclaimed with a huge grin on his face as he firmly held his deadly weapon in hand.

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