The real Herry Potter

Harry Potter's ninth birthday arrived on a crisp autumn day, with the castle's stone walls echoing with a quiet, magical hum. The air was filled with anticipation, not only because of the occasion but also because it marked Harry's transition into a new phase of his magical journey. The day was special, not just for the passage of time but for the promise it held: the opportunity to begin practicing real magic.

Inside the Great Hall of the Gosling Castle, Harry had made the most of his situation. Though he had no decorations or party hats, the hall was alive with a sense of celebration. The space had been transformed through Harry's own efforts: he had prepared a grand birthday cake, chocolate and cream with intricate designs, and set up a simple feast with the help of Reeny, the castle's ever-present ghostly house-elf.

Reeny appeared with her usual ethereal grace, her translucent form drifting into the room.

"Happy birthday, Master Harry!"

she said, her voice resonating with a gentle, ghostly echo.

"Thank you, Reeny,"

Harry replied, his eyes bright with excitement. He was dressed in his best clothes—a pair of comfortable trousers and a shirt. Despite their worn appearance, these were his favorite clothes, the only ones that felt like his own.

Reeny had no physical form to partake in the celebration as living beings do, but she played her part by assisting Harry with his preparations. Together, they had crafted the cake and prepared a modest feast. As they sat down to enjoy their meal, Harry was filled with gratitude for the companionship and support Reeny provided.

"Reeny, I can't believe today is finally here,"

Harry said as he cut the cake.

"I've been waiting for this day for so long. I get to use a wand and do real magic!"

Reeny drifted closer, her form shimmering slightly.

"Indeed, Master Harry. I know how eagerly you've awaited this day. After we finish our meal, we will go to the wand room. I am sure you are eager to find the wand that will suit you best."

The morning passed with the simple joy of birthday cake and conversation. Once the meal was finished, Harry and Reeny made their way to the wand room. The room was a magical treasure trove, filled with countless wands, each with its own history. The wands were housed in velvet-lined boxes, with labels detailing the name of their former owners and accompanied by ghostly portraits.

"Master Harry,"

Reeny began,

"choosing a wand is a significant moment. Each wand has its own character and will respond differently to its owner. The process might take some time."

Harry nodded, his excitement palpable.

"I understand. I'm ready to find my wand."

He began his search, picking up the first wand. It was finely crafted but felt unresponsive as he attempted to use it. The wand did not react, and Harry set it aside, feeling a mixture of hope and frustration.

Next, Harry chose a wand that had once belonged to Eldritch's father. This wand was elegantly carved and had a substantial feel to it. As he tried to use it, the wand emitted a faint spark before the spell backfired harmlessly. Harry laughed, shaking off his embarrassment.

"Looks like this one wasn't meant for me either."

Reeny observed patiently, her translucent eyes watching Harry with interest.

"Sometimes, it takes a few attempts. Each wand has a unique compatibility with its wizard."

Harry continued his search, picking up the wand that had belonged to Eldritch's aunt. This wand was adorned with delicate engravings, but as he waved it, it also remained inert, showing no sign of responsiveness.

Finally, Harry's hand settled on a fourth wand. It had a simple yet elegant design, and as he held it, he felt a warmth and connection that seemed almost magical in itself. With a sense of anticipation, he waved the wand, and a stream of sparkling light erupted from its tip. The wand responded perfectly to his movements.

"This must be the one, Reeny!"

Harry exclaimed, his face glowing with joy.

"This wand feels just right."

Reeny floated closer, her form shimmering with approval.

"It seems that wand has chosen you, Master Harry. It once belonged to Eldritch's grandfather. You may begin practicing with it, but remember, there are guidelines to follow."

Harry looked at Reeny, eager to start his magical practice.

"What guidelines?"

Reeny's voice took on a serious tone.

"Since Master Harry is just beginning, it is important to limit yourself to first and second-year spells from Hogwarts. I have some books from Master Eldritch's early years that you can use. The spells in these books are quite advanced compared to modern-day standards, but they will help you build a strong foundation."

Harry agreed enthusiastically.

"I understand. I can't wait to start learning."

With the wand in hand and the books in his possession, Harry began immersing himself in his magical studies. The books contained intricate spells and charms that were more complex than the current curriculum, reflecting the advanced nature of Hogwarts' older teachings.

As the day wore on, the excitement of Harry's newfound abilities overshadowed any sense of loneliness. He was so absorbed in his practice that he barely noticed the passage of time. He spent hours mastering simple charms and enchantments, each successful spell adding to his confidence and sense of accomplishment.

However, the reality of his life with the Dursleys remained a stark contrast. As Harry celebrated his birthday with Reeny, he was reminded of the neglect he faced at home. The Dursleys had completely ignored his birthday, not even acknowledging the occasion. Dudley Dursley and his friends had used the opportunity to taunt Harry, making cruel jokes about his lack of presents and his perceived insignificance.

Dudley had sneered,

"Look at Potter. No presents, no party. His birthday's probably as dull as he is."

Harry, despite feeling the sting of their words, chose to focus on his magical achievements. He retreated to his cupboard under the stairs, where he had stashed his books and wand. The small space was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape from the Dursleys' taunts and immerse himself in his magical studies.

In the following weeks, Harry's dedication to his studies paid off. He mastered several spells from the old curriculum, and his progress was remarkable. Reeny, ever supportive, continued to guide him, providing both practical advice and encouragement.

"Master Harry, you are making excellent progress,"

Reeny said one afternoon as she observed him practicing a particularly challenging charm.

"It is wonderful to see you so committed to your studies."

Harry, his face flushed with concentration and joy, replied,

"Thank you, Reeny. I'm learning so much and having a great time. Magic is amazing."

Reeny's ghostly form glowed with pride.

"That is the spirit, Master Harry. Magic is a gift, and it is heartening to see you embrace it so fully. Remember to balance your studies with rest and reflection. Even the greatest wizards need time to recharge."

Harry nodded, taking a break from his studies to enjoy a simple meal prepared by Reeny. As he ate, he reflected on how much his life had changed since discovering the castle. The castle had become his home, and magic had become his passion. Despite the Dursleys' neglect, Harry was determined to make the most of his newfound opportunities.

His ninth birthday had marked the beginning of an exciting new chapter in his life, filled with magical discoveries and endless possibilities.

The Gosling Castle had never seen such activity since Harry began his new game with Reeny, now dubbed the "Fighting the Dark Lady." The game had evolved beyond a mere distraction; it had become an integral part of Harry's magical training. Every day, Harry and Reeny spent hours in this elaborate mock battle, which was both fun and educational. Harry's newfound abilities and his real wand turned their playful skirmishes into invaluable practice sessions.

As Harry stood in the grand hall, now transformed into a makeshift arena, he gripped his wand tightly. The hall was empty except for a few scattered furniture pieces and a large mirror that reflected Harry's focused expression. Reeny, with her ghostly form, floated effortlessly around the room, her presence both enchanting and menacing. Today, she was the Dark Lady, and Harry was determined to face her with all the skills he had acquired.

"Are you ready, Master Harry?"

Reeny's voice echoed through the hall, a haunting melody that set the tone for their game.

Harry nodded, excitement and determination gleaming in his eyes.

"Ready as ever, Reeny."

With that, Reeny began to drift around the room, her movements fluid and ghost-like. Harry, using his wand, cast a protective Shield Charm around himself, preparing for the onslaught. As Reeny appeared behind an ornate pillar, Harry's wand flicked, and a burst of light erupted from its tip, creating a shield that shimmered around him.

In the game, Reeny's role as the Dark Lady involved creating illusions of attacks and obstacles that Harry had to counter. Though she was a ghost and could not physically harm him, the challenge lay in Harry's ability to respond quickly and effectively. The practice helped him simulate real battle scenarios, honing his reflexes and spell-casting precision.

Reeny glided towards him, her form momentarily coalescing into a more solid shape as she pretended to strike with a spectral blade. Harry jumped aside, casting a quick "Expelliarmus" to disarm an imaginary opponent. His wandwork was impeccable, each spell executed with practiced ease.

"Nice move!"

Reeny's voice rang out, filled with approval.

"But remember, Master Harry, the Dark Lady will not go easy on you."

Harry smiled, his heart racing with the thrill of the game. He had been practicing not only spells but also physical training to complement his magical abilities. Each day, after their game, he would engage in sword fighting drills and hand-to-hand combat exercises. His routine included running laps around the castle grounds, doing push-ups, and practicing agility drills. This holistic approach to training was intended to boost his endurance and overall physical condition.

As the game progressed, Harry found himself developing creative spell combinations, inspired by the advanced spells he learned from the Dwelling Book. One such combo was a sequence of "Protego" followed by "Reducio" and then a quick "Stupefy." This combination allowed him to first block any incoming attacks, then reduce the size of obstacles, and finally stun any imaginary foes. He practiced these combinations until they became second nature.

"Impressive,"

Reeny said, her form briefly flickering with a ghostly light.

"You've managed to create quite a few effective combos. It's wonderful to see how quickly you're mastering them."

Harry beamed with pride.

"Thanks, Reeny. I've also been working on combining spells in quick succession. It helps me react faster in the game and also in my studies."

Reeny nodded, her translucent form glowing with approval.

"Indeed, your quick reflexes and creativity will serve you well. Magic is not just about power but also about ingenuity and adaptability."

The training sessions were intense but rewarding. Harry's physical and magical training were synergistic, each enhancing the other. His physical strength and agility complemented his magical abilities, making him a formidable young wizard. He would often practice his sword fighting moves, switching between attacking and defensive stances, all while incorporating spells into his routine.

One day, as Harry and Reeny continued their game, he decided to test a new spell combination he had been working on. He combined "Impedimenta" to slow down Reeny's movements, followed by "Accio" to pull a nearby object towards him, and finished with "Incendio" to create a burst of flame. The result was a dazzling display of magic, which Harry watched with satisfaction.

Reeny floated back, her ghostly form shimmering with delight.

"That was an excellent combination, Master Harry. You've managed to combine defensive, summoning, and offensive spells into one fluid sequence."

Harry's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"I'm having so much fun with this. It feels like I'm not just learning magic but actually living it."

Reeny's voice took on a reflective tone.

"The game has indeed been beneficial for you. It provides practical experience and helps you apply what you've learned. Remember, though, that magic is not just about combat. It is a tool for understanding and shaping the world around you."

Harry nodded, taking a moment to reflect on Reeny's words.

"I understand. It's just that the game is so much fun, and it helps me learn better. I'm looking forward to mastering even more spells and combinations."

As the days went by, Harry continued to push his limits. His dedication to his training was evident in the way he performed in their games. Each session brought new challenges and new techniques to explore. Reeny, despite being a ghost, played a crucial role in Harry's development, offering guidance and encouragement.

Their game, "Fighting the Dark Lady," had become more than just a pastime. It was a vital part of Harry's education, a way for him to refine his skills and prepare for the future. The combination of physical training, magical practice, and creative spellwork had made Harry a remarkably skilled young wizard for his age.

Even though the Dursleys continued to ignore and belittle him, Harry found solace and purpose in his training and in the magical world he was creating for himself. The castle, once a place of solitude, had become a sanctuary where he could explore his potential and develop his talents.

As he looked forward to the future, Harry knew that his journey was just beginning. The game with Reeny had taught him more than just magic; it had shown him the value of perseverance, creativity, and the joy of discovery. With each passing day, Harry grew stronger, more capable, and more confident in his abilities. And as he continued to practice and learn, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that he had the support of his loyal ghostly companion and the power of magic on his side.

Harry had developed a routine that revolved around his newfound magical studies. Each day, he delved into the myriad of books he had discovered in the castle's extensive library. The volumes were ancient and filled with knowledge that spanned generations, covering spells, magical theory, and the history of the magical world. Harry's curiosity was insatiable; he was drawn to any book or scroll that caught his eye, eager to absorb every bit of magical lore.

Reeny, his steadfast companion and mentor, floated beside him as he pored over the pages. Her ethereal presence was a constant source of guidance and encouragement. The library had become Harry's sanctuary, a place where he could immerse himself in the wonders of magic.

One evening, as the golden light of the setting sun bathed the library in a warm glow, Reeny spoke to Harry, her voice gentle and filled with wisdom.

"Master Harry, you have grown so much in your understanding of magic. I am proud of your dedication and enthusiasm."

Harry looked up from his book, his eyes reflecting the excitement of his discoveries.

"Thank you, Reeny. I feel like there's so much more to learn. Every time I read something new, it opens up a whole new world of possibilities."

Reeny's ghostly form shimmered slightly, a sign of her deep thought.

"Magic is indeed a wonderful thing, Master Harry. It is a source of endless curiosity and wonder. But remember, when you eventually enter the magical world beyond this castle, you may encounter attitudes that could dampen your enthusiasm."

Harry's brow furrowed in confusion.

"What do you mean, Reeny?"

Reeny drifted closer, her voice filled with a mixture of sadness and resolve.

"In the magical world, particularly at Hogwarts, there are those who come from magical families, those who are born with magic as an ordinary part of their lives. They often view magic as a mere commonplace and may take it for granted. When a Muggle-born like yourself shows an intense curiosity and excitement about magic, it can sometimes be met with indifference or even mockery."

Harry's face showed a mix of concern and determination.

"But why would they do that? Magic is amazing. Why would anyone make fun of someone for being interested in it?"

Reeny's expression grew more serious.

"It is a sad truth, Master Harry. Many children born into magical families come to see magic as a routine part of their lives. To them, it might seem insignificant, and they may not fully appreciate its beauty and complexity. When Muggle-borns arrive and exhibit genuine wonder, it can be perceived as unusual or naive by those who have always had magic as a given. In their desire to fit in, some Muggle-borns may try to downplay their curiosity or enthusiasm to blend in with their peers."

Harry listened intently, absorbing Reeny's words.

"I don't want to let that change how I feel about magic. It's been such an important part of my life already."

Reeny's translucent form glowed with approval.

"I am glad to hear that, Master Harry. You must promise me that you will not let others diminish your excitement and love for magic. Always remain curious and eager to learn. Magic is a profound and powerful force, and its value is not diminished by the opinions of others."

Harry nodded firmly.

"I promise, Reeny. I will always strive to learn everything I can about magic, no matter what anyone else thinks."

Reeny's voice softened, filled with warmth.

"Good. When you go to Hogwarts, you will likely encounter politics and biases, as has been the case for centuries. Children from magical backgrounds may clash with those from non-magical backgrounds, and prejudices may influence their interactions. But remember, Master Harry, you should focus on your studies and your passion for magic, not the politics."

Harry's determination solidified.

"I understand, Reeny. I won't let any of that get in the way of my learning. I want to master magic and use it to its fullest potential."

Reeny floated closer, her presence comforting and reassuring.

"That's the spirit, Master Harry. The magical world is vast and filled with opportunities for those who are dedicated and passionate. Continue to explore, study, and grow. Magic is more important than fitting in with others. Your love for it will guide you and give you strength."

As the evening progressed, Harry and Reeny continued their discussion. Reeny shared stories from her own experiences and offered insights into the magical world that Harry would one day be a part of. Her wisdom and guidance were invaluable, and Harry felt more prepared for the future.

In the days that followed, Harry's dedication to his studies remained unwavering. His magical skills continued to improve, and his knowledge deepened with each book he read. He was determined to make the most of his time in the castle, preparing himself for the challenges and wonders that awaited him in the broader magical world.

Reeny's words echoed in his mind as he worked diligently. The promise he made to her became a guiding principle, ensuring that his passion for magic would remain strong, regardless of the opinions or obstacles he might encounter. Harry knew that with Reeny's support and his own determination, he was well on his way to becoming a skilled and knowledgeable wizard.

One crisp morning, Harry decided to embark on a grand cleaning project. Armed with his new wand, he began at the top of the castle, methodically working his way down. The wand made the task both efficient and enjoyable. Harry had quickly mastered a few basic spells that made cleaning much simpler. He used Scourgify to banish dust and grime from surfaces, and Reparo to fix any small damages he encountered. The work was satisfying, and as he moved through the castle, he felt a deep sense of accomplishment.

While cleaning, Harry stumbled upon a hidden door in one of the grand hallways. It was concealed behind a tapestry depicting a grand battle. With a flick of his wand and a whispered spell, the door creaked open to reveal a dusty, forgotten room. As he explored, he discovered five more hidden rooms and three secret passageways throughout the castle. Each room had its own unique features—one contained ancient magical artifacts, another was filled with old books, and a third had a large, ornate mirror.

The discovery of these rooms and passageways was thrilling for Harry. He felt like a real explorer, uncovering secrets that had been hidden for centuries. The passageways, in particular, intrigued him. They were narrow and winding, leading to various parts of the castle grounds and even outside. Harry made a mental note of their locations, eager to explore them further.

Next on Harry's list was the greenhouse, which he had learned was filled with magical herbs and potion ingredients. The greenhouse was a lush, verdant space, brimming with all sorts of magical plants. Harry found plants like Gillyweed, Basilisk Fang Fern, and Mandrake, each with its own unique properties and uses in potion-making.

With a basket in hand, Harry collected a variety of ingredients, carefully noting their properties and uses. He stored the ingredients in a newly built potion room, which he had set up in one of the castle's unused chambers. The potion room was equipped with shelves, cauldrons, and various potion-making tools. Harry was excited to experiment with the ingredients he had gathered and hoped to create some useful potions in the future.

In addition to his magical explorations, Harry found joy in spending time with the magical creatures that frequented the castle grounds. Pogarts, pixies, and other fantastical beings had become his friends. They would often gather around him, their excitement palpable whenever he approached with food. Harry had taken a liking to these creatures, finding their presence comforting and their antics entertaining.

He made sure to feed them regularly, and in return, they would perform small tricks and provide him with companionship. Despite the occasional trouble caused by the more mischievous creatures, like the pixies who loved to play pranks, Harry enjoyed their company. He had even found a few ways to use their magic to his advantage, with the help of his wand.

Harry's enthusiasm for magical creatures was matched by his growing skills in magic and potion-making. He had begun practicing advanced spell combinations and honing his abilities in various magical disciplines. His days were filled with study, experimentation, and playful interactions with his magical friends.

One evening, as Harry was organizing his potion room, Reeny appeared beside him, her ghostly form glowing softly in the dim light. She watched with a mix of amusement and approval as Harry worked.

"Master Harry," Reeny said, her voice carrying a note of fondness.

"I see you've been quite busy. How are you finding the new tasks and discoveries?"

Harry looked up, his face bright with excitement.

"It's been amazing, Reeny! I've found so many hidden rooms and secret passageways in the castle. And the greenhouse—there's so much to explore there. I've even started collecting ingredients for potions and feeding the magical creatures."

Reeny's spectral form shimmered with delight.

"You've certainly been productive. It's wonderful to see you embracing the magic and the secrets of the castle so eagerly. But remember, while it's good to be adventurous, you must also be cautious."

Harry nodded, his expression thoughtful.

"I know, Reeny. I'll be careful. I just want to learn and experience as much as I can."

Reeny's gaze softened.

"That's the spirit. Your curiosity and enthusiasm are admirable. But remember, there's always a balance to be struck between exploration and safety. And always remember, your actions have consequences."

Harry's face brightened with a mischievous grin.

"Don't worry, Reeny. I'll be careful. I've even learned to be cautious with the magical creatures. They're fun to play with, but I make sure to keep things under control."

Reeny chuckled softly, her ghostly form fluttering with amusement.

"I'm glad to hear it. Your experiences and discoveries will serve you well as you continue to grow and learn. And remember, I'm always here if you need guidance or assistance."

As the days turned into weeks, Harry's life in the castle was filled with exploration, learning, and joy. His magical skills continued to develop, and his knowledge of the magical world grew deeper. The hidden rooms, secret passageways, and magical creatures became an integral part of his life, enriching his experiences and providing him with endless opportunities for discovery.

Ever since Harry had discovered the ancient Quidditch book from the 1300s, he had been utterly fascinated. The book wasn't just about Quidditch but delved into the art of flying and broomstick design, presenting a history rich with magical lore. It described how witches and wizards had once soared through the skies with elegance and skill, their brooms an extension of themselves. For Harry, who had never seen a Quidditch match and only read about flying in abstract terms, this book was a revelation.

As he turned the pages, Harry's fascination grew. He was captivated not just by the game of Quidditch but by the very concept of flying. The book detailed the evolution of broomstick designs and the excitement of magical flight, painting vivid pictures of witches and wizards gliding effortlessly through the clouds. This sparked a burning desire in Harry to create his own broomstick—a project he had dreamt about ever since he understood the magic of flight.

In addition to the Quidditch book, Harry found another ancient tome on broomstick construction. This book provided detailed instructions for building and enchanting a broomstick. It covered everything from selecting the right type of wood to applying complex enchantments. Harry was particularly drawn to this book because it promised to combine his knowledge of runes with practical broomstick crafting.

Harry knew that making a broomstick was a significant undertaking. It required not just the right materials but also a deep understanding of the enchantments involved. He had spent years studying runes and spells, and this knowledge would be essential for creating a functional and effective broomstick. The book described several key steps: selecting the wood, shaping it, and applying enchantments. Each step required careful attention to detail.

The first task was to gather materials. The castle grounds provided an array of magical trees, each with unique properties. Harry selected pieces of Elderwood, Ash, and Hawthorn, each contributing different characteristics to the broomstick. He carefully chose wood that would complement each other, knowing that the right combination was crucial for performance.

Back in the castle, Harry set up a workshop in a large, sunlit room. He meticulously cleaned and restored old iron tools, making them ready for use. The transformation was remarkable, with rusted tools becoming functional once more through Harry's magical touch.

Harry began shaping the wood according to the instructions in the book. The process was intricate and time-consuming. He measured, cut, and carved the wood with precision, ensuring that each piece was shaped correctly. He used various spells to assist with the work, drawing runes and enchantments on the wood as he went. This part of the project required a lot of focus and skill, but Harry relished the challenge.

Once the wood was shaped, Harry began the enchanting process. The book described a series of spells to be used on the broomstick, including Levioso to lift the broomstick off the ground and Ascendio to enhance its speed. These spells required careful pronunciation and precise wand movements. Harry practiced each spell repeatedly, making sure to perfect his technique.

Despite his efforts, Harry had not yet completed the broomstick. There were several challenges he needed to overcome. The first challenge was ensuring that the broomstick could maintain balance and stability. Harry worked on this by adjusting the shape of the wood and refining the enchantments. He conducted several test flights, making incremental improvements based on his observations.

Another challenge was enhancing the broomstick's speed and agility. Harry experimented with different spell combinations to achieve the desired performance. He consulted various magical texts, seeking additional guidance on improving the broomstick's enchantments. The process was slow, but Harry remained determined. Each adjustment brought him closer to his goal.

Throughout the project, Harry received guidance from Reeny. As a ghost, Reeny offered advice and encouragement, helping Harry troubleshoot problems and refine his techniques.

"You're making excellent progress, Master Harry,"

she said one evening.

"Remember to take your time and ensure that each enchantment is applied correctly. Rushing through the process could lead to issues with the broomstick's performance."

Harry nodded, appreciating Reeny's support.

"Thank you, Reeny. I'm excited to see how it turns out. I want to make sure it's working."

Reeny's ethereal form glowed with approval.

"I'm confident that you'll succeed. Your dedication and skill are evident in your work. Keep refining your techniques, and your broomstick will be a remarkable creation."

As Harry continued his work, he also explored other aspects of broomstick design. He studied different magical materials and enchanted objects, seeking ways to improve his broomstick further. His goal was not just to build a functional broomstick but to create one that would stand out in terms of performance and craftsmanship.

Outside the castle, Harry prepared a practice area for test flights. The space was cleared and marked with targets and obstacles to simulate real flying conditions. This area would be used to test the broomstick once it was completed, allowing Harry to evaluate its performance and make any necessary adjustments.

While working on the broomstick, Harry also focused on other magical pursuits. He continued to explore the castle's hidden rooms, practice his spells, and study magical creatures. Each day brought new challenges and discoveries, and Harry embraced them all with enthusiasm and curiosity.

The broomstick project had become a central part of Harry's life, a source of excitement and motivation. It represented not just a personal challenge but a deep connection to the magical world. As he worked on his creation, Harry felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. He knew that the journey of discovery and learning was far from over, and he was eager to embrace the adventures that lay ahead.

The project was still a work in progress, but Harry was determined to see it through to completion. With each day, he grew more skilled and knowledgeable, and he remained committed to creating a broomstick that would reflect his passion for magic and his dedication to craftsmanship.

As Harry delved deeper into his broomstick project, he faced a series of challenges that tested both his patience and skill. The process of creating a broomstick was far more complex than he had initially anticipated. While he had studied the theoretical aspects extensively, putting those theories into practice proved to be a different matter entirely.

Harry's first dilemma was choosing the right type of wood for his broomstick. The ancient book he had discovered provided insights into various woods used in broomstick construction, each with unique properties. The book suggested using Elderwood, Ash, and Hawthorn, but Harry wanted to experiment further to find the perfect combination.

To explore his options, Harry decided to craft three separate broomsticks, each made from a different type of wood. His goal was to test their performance and determine which wood would best suit his needs. The process began with crafting broomsticks from Ash, Hawthorn, and Elderwood.

The first broomstick was made from Ash, a wood known for its strength and resilience. Harry meticulously followed the instructions from the book, shaping the wood and applying the enchantments. However, when he attempted his first test flight, the results were far from satisfactory. The broomstick seemed to have a mind of its own, flying erratically and veering off course. It was as if the broomstick were trying to shake off its rider, and Harry struggled to maintain control.

Frustrated but determined, Harry moved on to his second broomstick, crafted from Hawthorn. Hawthorn was known for its magical properties and was reputed to provide a stable and responsive ride. Harry hoped that this broomstick would address the issues he faced with the Ash broomstick. However, to his dismay, the Hawthorn broomstick proved even more challenging. It was as if the broomstick had a wild spirit of its own, bucking and twisting as if trying to throw off any rider. Harry's attempts to stabilize it were met with mixed results, leaving him feeling both exhausted and disheartened.

With a sense of determination, Harry turned to his final attempt: the broomstick made from Elderwood. Elderwood was renowned for its magical qualities and was said to provide a smooth and controlled flight. Harry had high hopes for this broomstick, given its reputation. He carefully shaped the wood, applied the necessary enchantments, and conducted his test flight.

To Harry's delight, the Elderwood broomstick performed remarkably well. It hovered steadily above the ground, responding gently to Harry's commands. The broomstick moved at a slow and controlled pace, allowing Harry to maneuver it with ease. This success was a significant breakthrough for Harry. He realized that Elderwood was the ideal choice for his broomstick, providing a stable and reliable platform for further enhancements.

Having identified the best wood for his broomstick, Harry began to focus on improving its performance. He knew that the broomstick needed to be more than just stable—it had to be fast, flexible, and equipped with a good braking system. He poured over additional books and magical texts to find enchantments that could enhance these attributes.

One of Harry's primary goals was to make his broomstick look unique and stylish. He envisioned a design that resembled a modern sports bike rather than the traditional broomsticks depicted in the Quidditch book. He wanted his broomstick to be not only functional but also visually appealing.

Harry spent hours sketching and designing his ideal broomstick. He incorporated sleek lines and aerodynamic features, inspired by the design of sports bikes. He envisioned a broomstick with a streamlined shape, embellished with intricate runes and enchantments that would enhance its performance. His goal was to create a broomstick that combined both form and function, reflecting his passion for magic and his desire for a cutting-edge design.

As he worked on the broomstick, Harry also experimented with various enchantments to improve its speed and maneuverability. He applied spells such as Acceleratus to increase its speed, Flexibilis to enhance its agility, and Stabilitas to ensure stability during flight. He meticulously tested each enchantment, making adjustments and refinements based on the broomstick's performance.

The process of testing and refining the broomstick was both challenging and rewarding. Harry conducted numerous test flights, making note of each broomstick's behavior and performance. He adjusted the enchantments, refined the design, and continued to experiment until he achieved the desired results.

One of the most exciting moments for Harry was when he finally saw his broomstick take shape. The broomstick, now crafted from Elderwood and adorned with his custom design, looked exactly as he had imagined. It was a sleek and beautiful creation, reflecting both his technical skill and his artistic vision.

Harry's anticipation grew with each passing day as he imagined riding his broomstick through the woods of Runestone Castle. He dreamt of soaring through the trees, feeling the wind against his face, and experiencing the thrill of magical flight. The idea of exploring the castle grounds from above filled him with a sense of excitement and adventure.

As the project progressed, Harry continued to refine his broomstick and enhance its performance. He experimented with new enchantments and design elements, striving to create the perfect broomstick. The process was demanding, but Harry's passion and dedication drove him forward. Every time one spell or enchantment clash with each other he was forced to start over. So he kept a detailed journal tracking his all successful steps.

Despite the challenges he faced, Harry remained committed to his goal. He knew that creating a broomstick was a complex and time-consuming task, but he was determined to see it through to completion. Each setback was met with renewed determination, and each success fueled his enthusiasm.

With each improvement and adjustment, Harry's broomstick project brought him closer to his dream of magical flight. He was excited about the possibilities and eager to see how his creation would perform. As he worked on his broomstick, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. The project was not just a test of his magical abilities but also a reflection of his creativity and passion for magic.

In the coming days, Harry looked forward to the day when he would finally ride his broomstick through the castle grounds. The excitement of the project and the anticipation of flying through the woods kept him motivated. He knew that the journey of discovery and learning was far from over, and he was eager to embrace the adventures that lay ahead.

As Harry put the finishing touches on his broomstick, he felt a sense of pride in what he had accomplished. The project had been a significant undertaking, but the results were worth the effort. His broomstick was a testament to his dedication and skill, and he was excited to see how it would perform in the air.

With a final enchantment and a careful adjustment, Harry was ready to test his creation once more. He stood at the edge of the castle grounds, broomstick in hand, and prepared for the moment he had been dreaming about. The broomstick was a reflection of his hard work and passion, and Harry was eager to experience the thrill of magical flight.