Hogwarts: The Dark Prodigy

Vippy paced excitedly in front of Dante. It was interesting to see the little house-elf so eager. Normally, servants shied away from their masters, but Vippy shared Dante's desire to learn magic as if it were his own passion.

"Young master, I'm sure you'll like it here," he said in a high voice. "This is one of the most private rooms in Rosier Manor! Your family has used it often."

They walked down a long corridor. Old portraits on the walls watched Dante, whispering softly. Some of the portraits seemed indifferent to him, others just glanced at him out of the corner of their eyes.

At the end of the corridor was a large, dark wooden door. Vippy pushed it with surprising agility despite his small stature. The door opened with a heavy creak and Dante was greeted by a large room.

The room was mesmerizing. With its high ceiling, dark stone walls, and floor-to-ceiling columns, it resembled an arena. Magical torches hung from the ceiling, casting a blue light. The floors were covered with smooth, dark stone, and the walls were carved with ancient runes.

Vippy spoke, puffing out his chest with pride. "This place was built specifically for the study of magic, Master! The walls are reinforced with special runes, so no matter how powerful a spell you cast inside, it won't harm the outside! It is impossible to unintentionally harm your home or yourself."

Dante turned his eyes to the runes on the wall. They were obviously made with ancient magic. A room fortified with runes... That meant he could try anything he wanted here.

He walked with slow steps to the center of the room. A few steps away, stone blocks and target boards were lined up, used for training. Who knew how many magicians had trained here...

Vippy spoke again. "Sir, I brought the books you took from the library yesterday!"

Dante turned his head and studied the house-elf. Vippy put the books down and stacked them carefully on the floor. The bindings were old, the pages yellowed, but each one was full of knowledge.

Dante bent down and picked up one of the books. "The Fundamentals of Darkness and the Fundamentals of Curses". He slowly opened it and looked at the spells inside.

"Some of the spells are dangerous, Master," Vippy added, a little worried. "But you are a skilled wizard, so if you use them correctly, you should be fine!"

Dante ignored the house-elf and turned to the first page. The book started with a history of dark magic. The Dark Arts were a direct reflection of power. It was a test of a wizard's will, intelligence, and determination.

He decided to begin with a simple but effective spell. "Vermiculus" cursed the target, leaving thin burns on his skin. It was a harmless start, but a good opportunity to understand how basic curses worked.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his wand and focused on the block of stone a few meters away.

"Vermiculus!"

A thin, dark red light from his wand quickly struck the stone. There was a moment of silence, then scorch marks appeared on its surface. Dante approached and examined it carefully. The spell had worked, but it could have been more powerful.

He tried again. Gripping his wand tighter, he spoke each word of the spell with more clarity and focus.

"Vermiculus!"

The light was brighter this time. As it struck the block of stone, the scorch marks deepened, cracks appearing on its surface. A faint smile spread across Dante's face.

Vippy looked at him silently. He didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes told me that he was aware of the path Dante had taken.

Dante took a deep breath as he looked at the burn marks on the block of stone. "Vermiculus" was an effective spell, but it was only the beginning. He couldn't stop here. There was still so much to learn.

Slowly, he flipped through the books and chose the next spell. "Oscuro" - a spell that darkened the eyes of the target for a short time. It caused temporary blindness and was used in duels to confuse the opponent.

He concentrated on this spell. He raised his wand, visualized the movement of the spell in his mind, and spoke the words clearly.

"Oscuro!"

Shadows emanating from his wand like dark smoke appeared in the center of the room, surrounding the target stone block. For a few seconds, the surface of the stone turned completely black and disappeared from view.

Dante studied the effect of the spell. Interesting. It would be much more effective against a real opponent. But it needed a little more work.

He decided to move on to another spell. While leafing through the book, a curse caught his attention. "Confringo" - an explosive curse. This was a spell that had to be used carefully. One small mistake could have dangerous consequences.

Dante raised his wand, identified his target, and spoke the spell.

"Confringo!"

A dark orange light quickly struck the block of stone, instantly causing a small explosion. Chunks broke off the surface of the stone and scattered around.

Vippy took a step back. "Young Master, this spell could be very dangerous!"

Dante ignored him. He felt a sense of satisfaction. He felt his power. He liked the idea of pushing the limits of what he could do.

Dante raised his wand again. He would cast the spell again. But this time it would give him more power.

"Confringo!"

The spell exploded, this time with a much more powerful effect. The stone block shattered with a great noise, sending sharp pieces of stone flying in all directions. Dante backed away quickly, but not quickly enough. A large chunk of stone flew at him and hit his arm, slicing the skin.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain. At first he reflexively pulled his arm back, then he realized he was gasping for air. The dark fabric of his cloak slowly turned red. The cut was not very deep, but the skin was torn and blood was flowing.

Vippy's high-pitched scream echoed through the room. "Young Master! Oh, my God! You're hurt!"

The little house-elf ran to Dante, almost in panic. He clapped his little hands together, shaking helplessly. "This is bad! There's blood! There is so much blood! We have to intervene now!"

Dante gritted his teeth. There was pain, yes, but nothing excruciating. He lifted his arm carefully and looked at the wound. The cut was not deep, but he could feel the warmth of the blood.

"It's just a scratch, Vippy." His voice was calm, even nonchalant. "Don't worry about it."

But Vippy's eyes widened. "It's not normal for a scratch to bleed like that, Master! I have to heal it now!"

Dante held out his arm without a word. Vippy steadied his flailing hands, took a deep breath, and murmured softly.

"Vulnera Sanentur."

The words floated through the room with a magical echo, a faint light emanated from the house elf's hands, and the warmth that covered the wound penetrated Dante's skin. Slowly the cut began to close, the blood stopped flowing, he felt the flesh fuse together. There was a slight itch, but it passed almost instantly.

Unlike wizards, house elves could cast powerful spells without using wands. Their spells were not as powerful as those of wizards, but they were skilled.

Dante put a hand to his arm, peeled off his robes and checked the wound. The skin had healed completely, only a slight pinkish tinge remained.

Vippy breathed a deep sigh of relief, but there was still reproach in his eyes. "Young master, you must be careful! Powerful spells are dangerous! It is my duty to protect you, but if you put yourself in danger like this..." His small voice trembled.

Dante nodded slightly, gripping his wand tightly. "Injuries are inevitable in the practice of magic, Vippy."

The house-elf looked at him with sad eyes, but seeing Dante's determination, he didn't argue any further.

Once Dante was sure that his wound had healed, he returned to his spellbook. Even though he felt pain, it wouldn't stop him. He had to learn more magic. He had to gain more power.

And here, in the magic hall of the mansion, no one could stop him.

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