Harry Potter : Reincarnated to Rewrite Hogwarts History

At the far end stood several practice dummies, animated targets used for advanced dueling exercises. Unlike ordinary training dummies, these were charmed to simulate realistic movement and reactions, allowing students to practice spells that required a living target, such as the Tickling Charm or the Stunning Spell.

Without wasting time, Flitwick pointed his wand forward, and a deep purple flame burst from its tip, shooting straight at one of the dummies. The flames were so hot that the air around them shimmered and warped. 

Even though the dummies were made of heat-resistant materials, the purple fire melted one almost instantly, turning it to ash in seconds. Flitwick glanced at the stunned Aldric and smiled proudly. Then, raising his wand again, the purple flame reappeared, this time as a rapid series of fiery orbs shooting out one after another. 

The fireballs darted through the air at incredible speeds, some moving unpredictably before hitting their targets and causing violent explosions. When the blasts died down, the dummies were gone, leaving only scorched patches behind.

Aldric's eyes lit up in surprise. He hadn't realized Incendio could be so powerful, it was practically a rapid-fire fireball spell! 

Flitwick interrupted Aldric's daydreaming, saying, "Spells are flexible and versatile, Aldric. Most of what you're learning now has been simplified. That makes them easier to pick up, but it also makes your magic stiff and weak."

"Go meditate," he advised. "Feel the flow of your magical power as you cast. Once you really sense how your magic moves, learn to control it, let it accept you, become like your hands and feet."

Aldric lay wide awake on his dorm bed, still stunned by the incredible flame spell Professor Flitwick had just shown him. The whole experience was so overwhelming that he wasn't even sure how he'd managed to leave the office and get back to his room. 

Could magic really be that powerful? It was almost laughable to think that before today, he'd believed casting spells was just about waving a wand and saying a few words. 

Looking back now, he realized how much of a beginner he had been, like a frog stuck at the bottom of a well. Today was the first time he truly saw what magic could do and understood why wizards were so proud of their skills.

Imagine a group of people casually waving their wands and unleashing spells as destructive as heavy artillery. How could they ever treat ordinary humans like equals? It just didn't make sense.

Aldric even thought the films he'd watched didn't do it justice. Magic was far stronger and more versatile than the way it was usually portrayed. He began to suspect that even the novels never showed its true potential. 

They rarely focused on large-scale destruction, but they didn't deny it either. After all, someone had built Hogwarts with magic, and Dumbledore himself had performed feats bordering on the legendary, like summoning towering walls of fire or vanishing massive quantities of water in an instant.

It was almost a miracle that wizards hadn't ended up ruling over or wiping out Muggles long before modern weapons were invented. In earlier centuries, witches and wizards held an overwhelming advantage, enough that the Statute of Secrecy was put in place to keep magic hidden rather than to protect wizards from Muggle retaliation. 

Back then, the power dynamic was completely one-sided. And everyone knew what tended to happen when one group held all the power over another: oppression, fear, and the erasure of cultures.

Aldric remembered that when he was an apprentice cook, his master told him red and orange flames burn at around 3,000 degrees Celsius, which is the kind of fire people see most often. As the temperature of a flame rises, its color changes until it becomes ultraviolet, completely invisible to the naked eye.

Flames that hot reach tens of thousands of degrees. The purple flame Professor Flitwick had conjured, though Aldric didn't know its exact temperature, was definitely hotter than 3,000 degrees, enough to melt steel almost instantly. 

If a simple Incendio could start a fire strong enough to burn through doors or set a room ablaze, what about the even more terrifying Fiendfyre? Without a skilled wizard to control it, those cursed flames never went out on their own; they only grew larger and more ravenous, taking the shapes of monstrous creatures that consumed everything in their path.

Just think about it this fire keep getting stronger and grow non stop, almost without limit. This mean at some point it could even rival atomic bomb and even modern nukes. But no one is stupid enough to test this out.

Aldric craved that kind of power. Compared to it, his old goal of just being a cut above the rest suddenly felt meaningless.

Thinking about all this made Aldric restless and excited, and sleep was impossible. But when it came to what Flitwick had said about meditation and sensing the flow of magic, Aldric was completely lost. 

The professor wanted him to feel the magic moving through him as he cast spells, but Aldric had always just waved his wand, said the spell, and succeeded, never once feeling the magic itself.

According to Flitwick, to boost your magical power, you needed to have full control over your magical energy. But how could Aldric control something he couldn't even sense? 

But Aldric doesn't give up, he kept trying, casting almost every spell he knew, still the results were disappointing. All he ended up with was exhaustion, and no sign of the magical energy he was supposed to feel. 

Slowly, doubt began to creep in. Maybe sensing magic was a talent, like how some people are naturally lucky. 

Without that talent, no amount of practice would make someone feel magic. Still his luck was so good that even if he died, he got transmigrated into another world. 

If sensing magic required talent, then he had to have it. After all, good luck could make the impossible happen.

Determined, Aldric sifted through his memories, searching for any sign that he'd ever felt magic flow through him during past spellcasting. The more he thought about it, the clearer it became, he had never felt any magic energy when casting spells. 

Frustrated, he ran his hands through his golden hair and sighed in despair, but then an idea struck him. Maybe magic didn't have to be felt only when casting spells. 

Unlike the controlled magic released with a wand and an incantation, raw magical surges, those sudden bursts of power, happened without any external help. Wouldn't it be easier to sense magic during those moments? 

He immediately thought about his last big magic outburst, the one at the Leaky Cauldron. Even though he'd been furious and ready to kill that wizard, he vaguely remembered a force rushing out from inside him, like a powerful stream.