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"Almost the average for an adult, it's incredible. You weren't lying," in the last few days Azalea had been more attached to him. Altair found her attention slightly disturbing. The girl wanted to fuck Altair's girlfriend, who happened to be her sister too.
Although, well, he once received a handjob from his sister.
It was his birthday, and his sister found him after he had taken a bath. He remembers it perfectly.
He shook his head.
"Do you need something, Potter?" the boy opened his status while talking to her. He focused on the spiritual part.
"No, I just want to talk," she seemed a little shy. "I already told you, you can call me Azalea".
[Spirit]
Intelligence: 38 (+: 102,400)
Wisdom: 34 (+: 51,200)
Soul: 100 (+: 100)
Beforehand, he added the twenty status points to int and wis, then noticed that his Evans, as he had recently started calling them, had increased by more than two thousand units.
Adding them all to int would have resulted in more power, but the two statistics could not be separated by more than ten points or his control of the magic would begin to be affected.
He theorized that the fact that he perceived the magic of his soul as irrational was due to the difference between soul and int. He decided to ask the system
[You have spent 5,000 SP]
[Wisdom and the soul are the sources of magic. Intelligence is the capacity to control and contain it. If there is a difference between the two, control will be lost. If the source of magic is greater than the capacity to control it, the magic will become increasingly chaotic. A greater capacity to contain magic can oppress it, making it unstable]
"Azalea... what happens if a wizard's ability to contain magic exceeds the amount of magic the mage has?" The girl furrowed her brow at his question.
"There have only been two recorded cases, and only one was confirmed. Both occurred in the same context. A mage with an enormous reserve of magic was the victim of a ritual. The amount of magic produced was stolen from him. This, in itself, would not be a problem, the body is capable of producing magic. But the ritual affected that same capacity, so he could never have the same amount of magic again. This caused the container of magic to put pressure on the magic. It's a bit complicated to explain," the girl seemed to be searching for the words to explain it to him. She even stuck her tongue out a little as she thought. "Imagine the container as a balloon, okay? But much much stronger. Normally the magic and the container are in balance, the container applies pressure to the magic and the magic applies pressure to the container, but if the magic decreases and the wizard does not produce more to compensate for the loss, the container shrinks. Unlike a balloon, the container applies more pressure the more compact it is, so it gradually begins to apply more pressure to the magic. Until it collapses. At this point the wizard will begin to lose control over their magic, as it will feel so pressured that it will be difficult for it to escape as if the person had a block. Then he dies," she took a breath before continuing, "One of the people confirmed to suffer this was Salazar Slytherin's unknown son. Salazar called this effect the sickness of Chronic Magical Dissonance. The wizard used to experiment on people close to him, his family was not off limits... it was incredible how far he could go for the sake of science," there was a glint of admiration in her blue eyes when she talked about how a father experimented on his own son. That look told Altair that Azalea Potter was not as harmless as he had initially thought. He liked that. Her morals were not as white as people perceived her.
"And the other person, who was it?" Altair did not expect to have to listen to her talk for so long, he expected a quick answer to confirm the system's response. But the subject was interesting enough that he didn't want to interrupt her.
"As I said, it's not confirmed. But it's believed to be how they killed Merlin. They tricked him. Morgana made him believe that the ritual was to unite their souls, like a kind of marriage. Morgana stole his magic and Merlin ended up dying. Personally, I don't believe it's true, I refuse to believe that someone like Merlin couldn't recognize that ritual," she finished her explanation. She looked at Altair for a few seconds before hiding her red face with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a know-it-all."
"But you are," the girl lowered her head further. "I don't think Merlin died that way either," it was strange to think that the greatest wizard of all time was her half-brother. But if what Asmodeus said was true, then Merlin probably died at the hands of the demon.
"How do you think he died?"
"At the hands of a demon," the girl would take it as a joke, probably thinking he was messing with her.
"I've thought the same thing," she said. "The way Merlin is talked about makes it clear how far he is from the other wizards of his time. Only a superior species could have killed him," she walked over to one of the armchairs. "I'm surprised you know about demons, it took me a long time to discover that they existed."
"I've read a lot of books," 'Shit! Demons are common knowledge?', he thought, surprised. "In none of which do they mention Chronic Magical Dissonance," 'I don't want to talk about demons now'.
"I did find it in the Potters' library. It was the diary of-" the girl stopped suddenly. Her blue eyes looked at him with a hint of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to talk about it."
"I understand," the boy swallowed his doubts. "Are there other books that you are allowed to talk about?," Altair was as much a lover of knowledge as the girl in front of him.
One might think that Azalea and Hermione were the same. But Altair could tell what kind of bookworms they were. Hermione loved to know, while Azalea loved knowledge. Hermione used to excel in class while Azalea was not so interested in her grades.
Altair spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with Azalea. The girl's mind tended to wander and she began to divulge too much about the subjects. It was lovely to see how she didn't pretend to demonstrate what she knew, she simply loved to talk about subjects she liked. Altair was able to keep up and even surpass her on certain subjects, like potions. She didn't get mad, she listened to him, trying to learn something new from his words.
They both regretted not having met each other before, they would have been good friends.
"I have to go now, I am sorry" One hour before curfew Altair read an unwanted message. Azalea didn't seem offended or anything like that. She just nodded with a smile.
"I'll get you that book I promised. See you later," she said goodbye while looking for her pet/friend, Lisa Turpin.
He closed his eyes. 'What the fuck is she looking for?'
Altair went to a broom cupboard on the first floor. Inside, a naked woman greeted him with hungry eyes.
"How did you get my number?" Fay Dunbar didn't answer. She simply sat down on a low shelf and opened her legs for him. Altair got used to seeing pussies. The girl in front of him was far below the other people he slept with. It wasn't hard to keep his cool. "I don't know what fucking idea you have. But you're not the one in control here." He looked directly into her eyes.
"You want to play that game? We both know that Lavender is not enough for you. Why else would you fuck me like you did?" He raised his eyebrows at her audacity.
'Because I need intelligence points, you idiot.' He inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself.
"Do you think you are getting closer to what she is for me?" The idea seemed silly to him.
"You desire me, as much as I desire you. If you don't want to break her heart, I can be your lover."
The dark-haired guy let out a laugh that he stifled with his hand.
"There are three days left until the date I gave. Why didn't you wait?"
"Why wait when we can do it anytime?"
"We can... that's true. But I don't want you, not now," 'probably never.'
Altair began to think about how many sluts would cause problems like the one in front of him.
"Do you want your girlfriend to find out about this?"
"Do you want the whole castle to find out how you let me fuck you in the woods?" The girl was no threat. "Lavender won't leave me even if she finds out. But no man would look in your direction again. The wizarding world is antiquated enough as it is, and people thinking of you as a whore won't be good."
"I—", it was obvious that she hadn't thought it through. 'Or someone sent her here', Altair had an idea.
"I'll be busy at the weekend," he wasn't lying. Although he could make time for her. He'd take care of Cassiopeia at the weekend. He had to finish the Malfoy mission. "If you dare to contact me before I contact you... it won't be good. Not for you, not for her."
"Are you talking about me?" a new voice interrupted him. "That sounded like a threat." Violet Black came out from under an invisibility cloak.
"And are you going to complain to your auror daddy?" the boy looked at Dunbar. "Get lost," the girl picked up her robe from the floor and left the wardrobe.
"I would answer you. But we don't even know who yours is," she wouldn't keep quiet this time
"What do you want?" Just the start of the conversation told him that the girl would drive him mad. His demonic side would not help.
"To have fun. Fay told me everything you did to her. Poor girl. She talks as if you were a stallion. Maybe your mother fucked centaurs? I heard she was crazy," she began to circle around him. Altair hid his anger. 'I'm not a child who will get angry over this kind of stupid thing'. "You didn't know her either, did you?" she whispered in his ear. She hugged him, letting him feel her breasts on his arm.
"Shut up," he whispered, the girl savored his expression. "We've never interacted before. Why now?"
"Seeing you up close. The scar suits you." She ignored his question.
For Altair, none of this made sense. The girl seemed interested in him, and he'd be lying if he said she wasn't interested in her. But she kept stalling, trying to make him angry.
"I don't have time for this shit. What do you want?" That smile makes him want to strangle her. She smiled as she ran her tongue over her lips.
"I already said it. I just wanted to see you. You don't have to be so boring. Growing up without a mother was so ba-"
"Don't mention my mother again!" He emphasized every word.
Violet seemed to get more excited the more she managed to make him angry. As if that had been her objective all along.
"Did you have any mommy i- Ah!" she shouted as she felt as if a strong bond had been placed on her. Altair cast a Carpe retractum and pulled her towards him. She smiled delightedly. 'This is what I wanted from Potter'. "What are you going to do to me?"
Altair took some time to think. 'She... it's as if she's asking for it'.
He canceled the spell. She seemed quite disappointed by it. Her eyes even looked at him with disdain.
"So fuking boring," she spoke, dragging out each syllable. She started walking towards the exit. He stopped her.
"We're not finished."
"We're done," she continued on her way. The small room didn't leave much space. She had to pass by her cousin to get to the door.
"Put your fucking hands on the shelf."
Altair took her by the neck. She was surprised and flashed that mischievous smile she had had since the beginning of the conversation.
"I will-" Altair threw her with ease. She was weaker physically and magically.
Her surprised eyes looked at him as she held her neck. She fell perfectly where Fay Dunbar had sat minutes before.
Altair looked at her legs under her skirt, they were neither too thin nor too big. Her upper body was hidden under the Gryffindor robe. Even then, he could guess that, like all women in this world, she was incredibly hot.
"I don't like that perverted look," she uncrossed her legs for him. Her face had features of the Black family like black hair, gray eyes, and high cheekbones. But Altair saw the beautiful features of his mother in her.
"It will in time," he replied.
She smiled. Altair wondered who had cursed the Black family so all its members had this tendency towards madness.
"Why do you unfasten your belt?"
"You will find it soon".