Chapter 5: Ch-5 An Odd Black Magic

"Now kid, I want you to analyse it carefully." The old phantom said with a grin on his face.

Noah panicked for a moment, darted at his chest and found that it was entirely covered in a silver glow.

"W-what did you do?" Noah stammered.

"Feel it, close your eyes and emphasise on your blood combustion." the old phantom instructed once again as he did before Noah dreamt about his mum.

Taking a deep puff of air, he shuts down his eyes and concentrates on discovering the combustion of blood, although it was never effortlessly, after a periodic junctures he begins to sense the sound of his heartbeat.

'Concentrate.' Reminding himself, he pumped up his prospect and in a few instances he was part of an illogical structure but it didn't last long as he was hurled out of that sense.

"Did you notice something?" The old Ghost asked.

"No, before I could proceed any further than that strange structure my concentration broke, what was it?." Noah said dejectedly as the sensation he felt was uncommon. He felt like he was an aspect of that structure and lived in every piece of it.

"It's a blood manipulation kid, as I've told you possesses an artificial mana heart and so is your blood." The old Ghost let out.

"Are you indicating that even my blood cells are not entirely mine but synthetic?" Noah asked as currently some things were proceeding out of his knowledge.

"Haha, Of course not, if that was the issue you wouldn't be alive right now." The old ghost sneered seeing Noah's baffled expression, "To be accurate it's blood. Which is contrived by your mana heart and if I'm not mistaken you might have sensed a bizarre harmony to it."

"H-How did you figure that out?" Noah asked, stammering.

"Because that approach is an element of the dark craft method and I'm the one who has carried out that procedure inside you." The old ghost ultimately let the mouse out of the container.

"May I know, why?" Noah asked, maintaining his impulse to curse out.

"Hoh, haven't you become a big fellow now, I believed you might toss some pebbles on me." The old ghost said, sardonically.

"I'm intending to, if you don't have a good explanation for doing that whatever manipulation craft you've done on me." Noah retorted.

"Cough, cough, You brat." The old ghost coughed out dramatically, noticing Noah's irked articulation and let out, "Why don't you sit down as I have got a lengthy explanation which you must hear."

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It has been one week since Noah had revived his magical proficiency according to the old man, he practised day-to-day attempting to disseminate the blood flow consequently.

'I need to figure out that blood craft on my own.' He had assumed, after obtaining the lousy alibi from the old ghost.

In an overview, Noah had a mana heart which was seeded in him by a dark sorcerer according to the old ghost and was going to pass away in the following ten or twelve years from mana overflow but the almighty old phantom saw him and choose to rescue him by triggering the blood manipulation craft which now had profoundly merged to his mana heart and channelling the mana throughout his entire form so it can alter adequately.

'What an ethical load of bullshit that was.' He believed while peaking at the old boot who was reading some weird old magazine while drifting in the air.

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It wasn't that he didn't have faith in whatever he had said, frankly he didn't but the context was subtly too high that he required additional moments to wrap it up properly.

Noah proceeded with his typical studies while deferring for the Hogwarts admission letter now that he was a wizard, but as he was a reasonable kid who didn't want other youngsters to pursue in his steps and stop studying.

Currently, Noah was instructing little kids about basic calculations and stuff but suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Big brother Noah, the matron is calling for you." Noah glimpsed back and saw a lad standing behind him. It was Jacob who was two years younger than him.

"Okay, Jacob, why don't you teach them these elements until I come back?" Noah asked as he stroked his hair.

"O-okay big brother." Jacob said and sat down on his seat and began instructing the kids meanwhile Noah moved toward the matron's office.

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Matron's office.

Knock. Knock.

After knocking on the door twice Noah stepped inside the office and saw a woman's rear who was having a conversation with the matron.

"Oh, Noah you're here, come sit here my child." She said while motioning him to sit near her.

Noah gradually sat down closely with the matron and saw the woman's face as he was now seated in veneer of her.

"Huh" Noah got baffled as he saw her face, the lady sitting in front of him looked like an exact replica of the Mcgonagall he had seen in movies but the one sitting in front of him looked like a less old version.

"Hello Mr. Noah." She said and continued her introduction, "I'm deputy headmistress of The Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry."

"Hogwarts, witchcraft?" Noah questioned, while feigning ignorance.

McGonagall smiled at Noah's confused expression and took out her wand and dabbed it on the glass placed on the worn-out table.

The glass immediately turned into a white rabbit that evolved into an athlete the instant it got four legs and began bouncing around in the chamber.

"This is just a microscopic portion of what we introduce at Hogwarts and no this is not that witchcraft which muggles do in masquerades." She said, without providing Noah an opportunity to joke about the circumstances.

"Are you sure our Noah can do magic? He's certainly an outstanding student but witchcraft I'm not convinced if you're at the right spot." Matron said while interpreting the position.

'She's right, kid. You don't have to join a lousy school to learn all that. I can even teach you all that qualification if you accept me as your master.' The old phantom abruptly occurred out of nowhere and whispered in his ears making him shiver uncontrollably.

'When did this old boot arrive?' Noah thought facepalming himself, as he felt that there was something odd going on here.

The admission letter-giving procedure which was reckoned to go smoothly was now on standby manner thanks to the matron and to put in some seasoning on top this old boot also had occurred, which was strangely hidden in Prof. Mcgonagall's eyesight. 

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