THIRD PERSON POV
Somewhere in Scottish highlands there stood a castle tall and majestic, this has been the case for last millennium. This castle is what that holds the most prominent wizarding school in the world the Hogwarts the school of witchcraft and wizardry, on the castle ground there can be seen a lake called the great lake aptly on one side and on the other side there can be seen a forest stretching about as far as anyone's eye could see. Going along the outer areas of the forest the part that stretches towards the Hogsmead Village there was a set of ruins going to the clearing past the ruins there stood a boy.
He seemed to me fighting some invisible enemy, there were spells coming at him from different sides and when they would reach him each faster and more powerful than the last he would adjust his shield with a bit of movement with his wand to parry the spell to a random direction. This boy had medium length black hair and silvery blue eyes, his face was wrought with tension as he shifted his grip on his wand to parry one spell after another all the while rooted in place so that the force of the spells won't sweep him off his feet along with his shield.
This boy was our one and only Marcus Starborn currently undergoing strict training from his professor, Albus Dumbledore, who currently teaches transfiguration in the most esteemed institution, Hogwarts. The reason for such strict training was because our Marcus was under threat as being the last member of his house. His parents had already given there lives protecting him from some unknown dark wizard. He would need all the strength he could get to have a better future. But there were some of the things which were advantageous for him such as his status of being reborn from a different world a world without magic, along with some boons to make his journey to the peak of magic easier. It also helped that he did some balancing rituals few months ago to balance his overly strong soul out by strengthening his mind and body along with minor strengthening of his soul by increasing its quality.
MARCUS'S POV
Adjusting the grip on my wand once again I slightly shifted the placing of my shield to properly deflect the but even if my techniques where near perfect the weight of Dumbledore's spells was enough to strain my shield, it was Frankly mind blowing how far I have come from just 7 sessions of this practice, where in the beginning I would be out of stamina in just half an hour under normal level spells, spells that any 7th year students could do, to now where I can stand under a barrage of proper spells that I would have to face if some dark wizard targeted me for almost an hour. Safe is to say that if I hadn't boosted myself from rituals I wouldn't be able to improve this fast.
This just shows my ancestors where as wise as the founders themselves to think this far ahead. I married another spell with a well timed adjustment of my shield. It was truly impressive what I could do, I was practically a moving fortress against some normal dark wizards or any wizard below there level. This was the result of my practice of almost 14 days. I was a bit upset to not have moved much further than I started I thought till now I would be able to hold down enough to have atleast be given the chance to fight properly.
DUMBLEDORE'S POV
Shock, what is it?
Shock is a multifaceted term with a wide array of meanings depending on the context in which it is used—ranging from its usage in medicine and physiology to psychology, engineering, and everyday language. The term originates from the French word choc, meaning "a sudden blow or impact," and it has retained that essence throughout its different interpretations.
That is an apt word for this case, the knowledge that this boy, no young man could be so proficient in magic that he would be able to get to this level in just 7 sessions of training, this knowledge was indeed a sudden blow to my understanding. A child not yet into second year in his studies could do this, this child could take on a barrage of spells from any low level dark wizard for almost more than an hour now, even some top seven years could not boast such skills.
The fact that he did some balancing rituals did soften the blow a bit, but even that could not explain such monstrous talent in his magic. And yes I did knew about the fact that he has performed some rituals, but it was things that were important and personal for his family, living for so many years in Hogwarts meant that I knew about many things in Hogwarts it's many secrets known and unknown were known to me, ritual room designed by some paranoid people was one of the things I knew, and they were paranoid rightfully so. Just look at students like Marcus, that room was a safeguard of many historically important families.
It also helped that dear Marcus was good at heart his behaviour and his circle of friends showed that. He was kind to people who he called friends and tolerant enough of those he did not think of as any more than acquaintances. Much better than me at least.
MARCUS'S POV
I succumbed to exhaustion just as the last volley of spells for today were deflected by my shield. As I lay there I thought the numerous amount of times I have had to experience this for me to come at this level and how many more times he would have to do this for becoming proficient enough to move on to other exercises. As I was thinking all this Dumbledore's face came into view, with a overly bright smile he said, "Well done again Marcus, with the pace we are going I reckon we would be able to move to the next exercise after two more sessions of this."
I ponder about his words and say, "So right when the first week of my second year classes start?." I say after a bit of deliberation. To which he nods and says, "Ys just after when you start your first week of class." I too nodded at his confirmation and just lay there while he went about repairing the damage caused by the spells I deflected, the place looked like someone has fought a whole squad of wizards which was oddly fitting as the amount of spells hurled at me were no less than the amount of spells a squad of dark wizards would send at me.
After the strain that I had put on my magic lessened I got up to get back to my place and eat something much needed for my body to fully recover from being strained in such a way. "Marcus a minute of your time before you go." I stopped to indicate that yes I was listening. "I wanted to give you this book," he said taking out a book from his moleskin pouch, "This is about mind arts, a branch of magic to boost ones mind and mental defence against any mental attacks one would or could face. It was given to me by you Goblin account manager. Now normally I won't pass on such a book as mind arts are a very difficult to understand magic but you would need it as your status as the last member of your house dictated for you to be proficient in it, I also know you would be cautious enough for it. And on top of that I would guide you through this as well it's the least I could do on behalf of your parents and as a teacher."
I heard his explanation and was surprised by this sudden gesture but I trusted him enough for it, "I would be once again thankful for your guidance in this professor, no words are enough to express my gratitude." I bowed to him while tucking the book at my side. "Ah no worries child your success will be more than enough for me to feel you gratitude." I was almost in tears at that because no matter how tough I play my hormones make me a child at heart an orphan child, for which such gesture Were a rarity.
I nod at him not trusting my voice and move off to my home where I placed the book at the bookshelf in my bedroom. After this I took a bath to calm my self and then a energy rich lunch. After which I spent my day leisurely leaving the book aside for now. And went to sleep as the dreams about fighting against a menacingly laughing dark wizards came and went.