Reincarnation and the Child Who Knew Too Much

Chapter 12

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What can I say? Yeah, my relatives, this world is a little bit crazy. After the eventful dinner, the mother of this body started going somewhere, and I was switched from delicious milk to unappetizing porridge. Well, you guys are to blame, since my first word was a firm "no", and the second was "enough".

And yeah, I started talking. At the end of winter, quite unsurely and clumsily, but I started talking. My tongue was terribly disobedient, I understood local English poorly, and accordingly, I couldn't handle complex dialogues, but I spoke! And thank God, not with foreign curses, as I sometimes wanted to.

And no, it didn't become a celebration for the family. Rather, my parents were even upset. You guys are to blame! Don't hang out somewhere together and leave me with some rat. Yeah, Peter Pettigrew was very often left with me as a babysitter. Poor boy, maybe that's why he gave Voldemort the address of the house? Did I annoy him so much that he couldn't die?

Though, to be unbiased, he was a good babysitter. A quiet, smiling boy, if you can call a twenty-year-old bloke that. I don't think he'd run to Voldemort himself. Most likely, he'd just get cornered somewhere. And he'd betray everyone. Most likely, even willingly. Smart boy, he understands that he won't withstand torture. He'll do a fancy trick and switch to the opposing side. And then he'll be loyal to them, because old friends won't forgive him. I've had dealings with such types. The question is, what moron decided to make him the keeper?!

Okay, I can't change anything anyway. Tell my parents about Peter? Very funny. Who would believe a baby? And if they do, they'll call the beard and hello obliviate. In his place, after Legilimency, I'd put it on him. And for me, oblivion is death. Do you think he wouldn't Legilimency me? Uh-huh. That's why he felt particularly guilty when he sent a kid to his doom in the secret chamber to the Basilisk and sent a phoenix with a hat instead of himself.

Anyway, let's think further. I'm still not a fighter. I can already lift a rattle with telekinesis. I'll beat Voldemort with it, yeah. Even a knife, the bastard, is still too heavy.

But it turned out that I can move objects lifted by telekinesis into my inventory. It's considered part of my body. I can also manifest objects within the telekinesis range. True, to do that, I need to enter meditation, then create a telekinetic probe and only then manifest the object in it. The probe, by the way, can pass through inanimate objects. Cool, but almost useless in combat. Throwing a dumbbell into the enemy's stomach won't work.

The growth of magical power has slowed down a bit. Only three units in three months. Apparently, each subsequent unit will be harder to obtain. Although, the channel to the Black stone is also to blame here. This nasty thing started adapting to my meditations and pulls more mana out of me during these periods. And this reduces the amount of childish outbursts. Now they happen well if once a month. But innate mana regeneration has increased. If I don't meditate, the reserve recovers in two days! It seems like a long time, but the reserve is already approaching three hundred! One hundred and fifty per day! With meditation, the full stock can be restored in three hours. I think, if I lived in a manor, at a natural source, I'd handle it in half an hour. But what's not there is not there.

Prana, by the way, is also growing. Reached five units. Prana channels grow and branch out wider. You'll see and Dantian will sprout. Oh, dreams.

Easter has arrived, how did religious holidays take root among wizards? Or maybe they took root because all such holidays originate from pagan beliefs and rituals? Who knows, maybe some uncle is performing his spring ritual in his ancestral manor now, instead of running around the house looking for rabbit eggs like me. But it's fun and you can legally go into Dad's office. Well, and the fact that he'll lose a couple of books - so I had an outburst, rejoice Dad!

Well, what does it matter that it's not a couple but a hundred books?! Imagine, I got carried away and stole the library! Buy yourself some new books! (And then I'll steal them!) What should I be spanked for? I'm not to blame that my inventory at level 5 suddenly jumped over 50 kg. I also found somewhere to store it. It turned out that if you crawl around with a telekinetic probe under the floor, you can find excellent empty spaces. This isn't the shelves of the ancestral library, of course, and the dampness will spoil the pages, but it's better than dampness than them being stolen by thieves!

And the fact that I can make objects disappear, I decided to demonstrate openly. Sometimes items even come back. My parents attribute this to childhood outbursts, and I'm all for it.

I pull everything little by little, so, recently, I've been banned from entering some rooms. Naive. If you knew, I don't even need to enter there... But for now, let it be my secret.

The victim of this kleptomania is still books. I'll steal jewelry and money last, if I can't convince my parents to leave the country before Halloween. Attempts at such persuasion have so far yielded no results, just upset. Now I'm being kicked out of parent-teacher meetings so I don't eavesdrop. Well... If they only closed the doors tightly, maybe I'd be upset, but as it is, the wind carries all the sounds from the living room to me perfectly. My combat spells don't work properly, but these, peaceful ones, work very well. All you have to do is listen, and all the sounds from the whole house are like an open book to me. Did I meditate with the element of wind for nothing?!

There is no progress with the earth yet, no matter how much I knead the poor stone, I can't even leave a mark. I found the pebble in one of the empty spaces under the floor when I was looking for a place to store the library. I found 10 of them there. This is the last one, by the way. Where did the rest go? Turned into dust, I tried to stuff my mana into them. But I don't give up. Now I'm not trying to force my mana into the stone, I gently envelop it with it. So it slowly soaks it up, without breaking, and I begin to feel it as part of myself. But I can't influence the shape of the stone in any way yet.

Oh, my poor bum, still hurts. Dad has a heavy hand. Should I write him a note in his slippers, in revenge? No... He'll guess. There are no cats or dogs in the house. It's a shame. I love animals. To stroke a fluffy one - such a buzz... Ugh. It's boring here. If it weren't for the magic practice, I'd howl with boredom. No TV, no computer with internet... What's the point of talking, I've even been weaned from milk! Monsters... And hormones are hitting my head. My mood is jumping like an Arabian steed - up and down. Hit my finger on the doorjamb - already a tantrum. My adult mind takes a backseat in such moments, and a child surfaces.

My reflections were interrupted by an interesting conversation between my parents.

The Longbottoms are inviting us over for dinner tonight. - I heard Mom's tired voice from the living room. - Maybe we should go? The baby needs to see his peers and other people.

Darling, you know what danger our son is in. Maybe it's not worth the risk? And I thought you were still mad at Alice for not telling us about the prophecy in time.

You know very well that the Longbottoms are in the same besieged position as we are. Augusta's trick fooled few. And their estate is a real magical fortress. You can't get in without an invitation. And the offense, - Mom's voice trembled slightly, - she was sworn to secrecy. Although somehow she shared it with Augusta... In short, we made up.

Okay, Longbottoms so Longbottoms. I haven't been to their manor in a long time. I wonder if Frank still knows how to play chess? And Mr. Longbottom had great aged oak-barrel fire whiskey.

Just don't get drunk like a pig! We'll be returning by the fireplace network and I don't want to search for you among the neighbors again!

Darling, don't get worked up! Well, okay, I once mispronounced the address of the transition! You'll be reminding me of this until I die...

Oh, looks like we're going to a party! Hooray! I need to quickly throw the rest of the books into the stash! What if something good comes up along the way? I wonder if Lily told her friend about the wonderful features of my magical outbursts? If not, there will be a surprise!