Chapter 59 – The Heart of the Castle
Late at night, the evening wind howled softly.
Inside the wooden cabin, Alexander Smith suddenly appeared mid-air above the Zombie Trail.
He was chanting a strange, lengthy incantation, drawing upon his innate magical power—something even he barely noticed.
Down in the cemetery, the zombies remained still, undisturbed by the sudden presence of a powerful wizard. Their silence ensured Kate wouldn't be awakened.
Alexander's invisible magic gently enveloped the poltergeist that was about to be born. Like a skilled surgeon, his magic severed the unnecessary elements—such as fear, excitement, and the emotions of any passing tourists—from his intricate spell.
After about fifteen minutes, a shimmering silver sphere appeared in Alexander's hand. In the next instant, he vanished again, reappearing inside Smith Castle—thousands of miles away.
The castle lights flickered on, and the house-elf Jack appeared at Alexander's feet, bowing respectfully.
"Jack, don't worry. I won't be long," Alexander said. His voice reverberated within Jack's heart as the strange incantation still echoed from Alexander's lips.
He held the glowing sphere carefully and, as the head of the Smith family, used his authority to communicate with the castle itself—its gardens, and most importantly, the alchemy cabin.
Like a tidal wave, the ancient hidden magic buried deep within the structure awakened, responding one by one to his call.
At that same moment, the name "Alexander Smith" began to slowly vanish from the Hogwarts Admission Book. At Ollivanders, records of his wand purchase began to fade. Even Gringotts began to forget about the Smith family vault hidden on its lowest level.
Magic—formless and invisible—flooded toward the gleaming metal structure known as the Smith Alchemy House.
With the magic surging, Alexander walked steadily, solemnly holding the silver sphere. He approached the heart of the Smith legacy—its most powerful weapon, and most sacred inheritance.
Click.
Magnificent, otherworldly runes lit up, dancing around the sphere in Alexander's hand. He had now entered the alchemy cabin.
From its center, the sound of a heartbeat began to thrum.
Focusing completely, Alexander envisioned the form of the new poltergeist in his heart.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The pulse of magical energy—perceptible only to Alexander—came to a sudden stop. In the center of the room, a radiant white sphere appeared.
"Lord God?" Alexander wiped the sweat from his brow.
"I am here. What are your instructions?" the sphere replied in a mechanical, emotionless voice.
"Restore everything to normal."
With that, Alexander vanished.
Instantly, his name reappeared in the Hogwarts Admission Book; Ollivanders remembered his wand transaction as if it had never vanished; and deep in Gringotts, the Smith vault and its hidden entrance returned to the goblins' memory.
Back in the cabin, Alexander changed into pajamas and lay back on the sofa. Beside him, Kate still lay fast asleep.
A smile crept across Alexander's face.
Smith Castle had truly come alive—like a magical version of Howl's Moving Castle. From its sprawling gardens to the canyon designated for receiving letters, everything could now move at the castle's will. And the magic required? Barely an effort for someone like Alexander.
The castle's new heart now housed a living, immortal poltergeist—an entity born from generations of the Smith family's alchemical passion and Alexander's own magic.
Now, Alexander could connect to the castle's consciousness at any moment, observing all that happened within.
With such a powerful foundation, no wizard could hope to defeat him within the castle's walls.
Even Apparition spells, which might normally disrupt magical structures, meant nothing here—this castle could withstand it all.
As for the remnants of the poltergeist's former self, Alexander had left its shattered pieces behind on the Zombie Trail—because when you dig something up, you should always leave the roots behind.
At peace, filled with joy, and completely relaxed, Alexander fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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It was itchy.
That was the first sensation Alexander felt.
Then came the warmth of sunlight on his face—and the sound of quiet breathing. He opened his eyes to find Kate, already washed and dressed, teasingly poking his cheek with a lock of her hair.
"Haha—bad breath attack!" Alexander joked, breathing in her direction like a mischievous child.
"Hmph, there's no smell at all," Kate smirked, as though she'd expected that.
"Oh right... I don't have breath anymore," Alexander said sheepishly, running his fingers through his hair as he floated up into the air. His clothes morphed into clean, neat garments, his shoes and socks flew toward him, dressing him automatically.
Kate, long accustomed to his antics, simply retrieved the Daily Prophet that had been delivered by owl to pass the time.
Being powerful had its odd side effects—no waste, no bad breath. Alexander's new body didn't even require typical bodily functions anymore.
As both of them were now awake, the cabin seemed to sense their presence. Cheerful, romantic music began to play, and the sound of water flowing outside drifted in through the window.
"Must be breakfast," Kate guessed.
"On the lake again," Alexander muttered with a shrug. It was impressive, sure—but to him, it had become normal.
Yet even he had to admit—the early morning light shining on the La Mora fish was mesmerizing. Their shimmering bodies sparkled like a lake full of swimming gemstones.
Today, instead of forming an arching bridge, the fish danced freely beneath the water's surface.
A large parasol unfolded above the stone platform in the middle of the lake. Lounge chairs materialized, and a table filled with breakfast appeared.
Kate eagerly walked ahead and flopped into one of the lounge chairs.
Today's breakfast: red curry chicken, a generous pitcher of pumpkin juice, and a stack of fluffy pancakes.
Each dish refilled itself automatically until Kate was full. Only then did the curry and pancakes fade away, leaving the ever-cold pumpkin juice.
After eating, Alexander brought out two wooden chairs from the cabin.
Kate pulled out her wand, and soon the two of them were flying over the lake on enchanted chairs—laughing, racing, trying to knock each other off like broomstick jousters.
Alexander's chair moved like a nimble matador, dodging each of Kate's attempts with ease. He barely even moved, yet his chair spun, flipped, and countered with finesse. One of Kate's chair legs half-folded, about to snap.
"Okay! No more!" Kate finally shouted as her chair crashed onto the grassy field.
"You always win!" she pouted, wiping sweat from her red cheeks. "I'm worn out, and you haven't even broken a sweat!"
"You need better technique, Kate," Alexander said with a smirk. "It's not just brute force. Direction matters. I was using the same power level as you. You could've hit me."
Kate's chair floated back to its spot, and the enchanted chairs returned to the cabin.
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Note from the author:
After Alexander and Kate's travels, the next few chapters will serve as a fast-forward transition.
That way, we can quickly move into the main plot of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, where Alexander officially begins attending school.
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