UGGG! People are dumb! Didn't Harry's fame from being a seeker only last like a week? Why can't they forget that stupid party already?! It's bad enough that I'll probably have to watch out for Dumbles manipulations, but now I can't even walk down Diagon Alley without being harassed as ‘the genius’ kid.
Apparently the sheep thought I used wandless magic and stunned Lord Parkinson. Instead of (what I thought to be) the obvious conclusion, accidental magic.
While I can do a bit of wandless magic, I didn't want anyone to know that. I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone found out.
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I ended up taking up my parents offer of increased heir duties. I couldn't go out in public without being harassed anyway.
My average day now consisted of.
Morning lessons. (etiquette, history, basic magic theory (useless), and finance).
Muggle school.
Eating.
Heir duties.
Practicing magic and powers.
Exercise
On the weekends I replace going to school and private lessons with repairing items for the business and more training.
That's another thing. I hired someone to receive and find items for me to repair. Now I only have to stop by the business twice a week or so to repair things while they handle the rest.
As nice as having a routine is, I'm getting frustrated at my lack of progress in my magic and powers.
Psionics isn't reacting as I thought it would, especially after my 'outburst.' I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong. And magic... I don't actually know. Wandless magic actually feels easier than using the old wand from the vault, so I've been practicing that more. I'm not sure if the wand and I are incompatible or if wands are just a hindrance?
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I- I'm an idiot. I made tons of progress in the magical mind arts. I created my own little bastion, defensive fortifications around my mind for if anyone actually attempted to invade. But for some incomprehensible reason, I never actually ‘visited’ my mind.
There's a popular technique known as a mind palace. It's basically a nerfed version of occlumency’s recall. You build a location (usually a house) and fill it with all sorts of information. While ‘walking’ around the location, you use ‘visual’ aid to help you remember things. Example: the kitchen is where all of my biology knowledge is. I know if I touch the fridge handle, I'll recall that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, since that's literally the first thing my science teacher taught us. Delving further (opening the fridge) may tell me more about cells in general. The condiments may describe different types or reactions of cells.
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Now, being the ‘genius’ that everybody seems to currently think I am, I completely neglected this technique. Occlumency is clearly better, right? WRONG! Occlumency, at the end of the day, is magic, not ‘mind arts.’ I only thought of the technique after I realized Harry was having a hard time remembering things in class.
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St. Gregory’s school
“No, just read the book. It helps me when I need to remember things. How do you think I am always at the top of the class?”
Harry's eyes lit up at that. Who wouldn't want an easy way to be the best, a neat little shortcut?
“Fine, I'll try it. Even if it does sound like a hoax.”
“Oi! I'll take the book back if you think it's some sort of trick.”
“No! ... no. I'll take it. It just sounds odd.”
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With the technique, Harry's grades soon started increasing. Well... until the Dursleys found out ‘the freak’ was somehow doing better in class than their precious walrus and Harry was forced to intentionally lower his scores.
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Helping Harry, I also practiced the technique. But to my surprise, it was different now.
I used to be slow to navigate my memories, and I had to intentionally place new memories, ultimately forgetting a lot of them.
NOW my mind palace was exactly that, a palace. At some point it transformed from a homey cottage from my old life to a literal palace! In real time, memories were added, and I could recall any of my memories, even ones I couldn't previously recall.
The palace acted as a representation of my mind; there were already many defenses, some similar to my occlumency barriers. Inside the palace was a maze, past that was a library, which housed most of my useless memories. Deeper still, in a more fortified location, there was a smaller library that held my core memories. And even deeper yet again, at the very core there was a false wall. Inside was yet another library, which held all of my memories from before this whole reincarnation thing. At the center of the room there were two pedestals, one with a purple orb and the other a black orb, representing his connection to his powers.
-There was actually a third pedestal that, for some reason, Draco didn't seem to notice, almost entirely covered in chains.-
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After discovering this mind palace and interacting with the two orbs multiple times a day (petting (An: weirdo)), I actually managed to intentionally use my psionics.
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Malfoy Manor, Draco's bedroom
‘This is it. From now on, you will do my bidding. I've been training for this for months now’ (well, actually years, but we don't count that).
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From the doorway, a small house elf was watching his little master have a stare off with a pencil on his desk.
Dobby didn't know why the little master disliked that pencil in particular. Previously, Dobby tried replacing that pencil for another, but his little master did not want the new one and made Dobby retrieve the old one. He said Dobby didn't understand. And little master was right, Dobby didn't understand. So Dobby waits and watches, trying to understand his little master.
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Come on!
With my aggravation, something finally happened!
The pencil was floating!
It was wobbly, and only stayed in the air for a few seconds, and only a centimeter off the desk... but I finally did it! All the training finally paid off.
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Already pondering how to train this power, now that he could consciously use it. Draco missed the little elf’s already large eyes widen in understanding and amazement. It was a magical pencil! No wonder the little master was upset when Dobby tried replacing it!