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Did you hear of the tournament tomorrow?"
"No. What's happening?"
"There's a duelling tournament tomorrow at Sakura Park. Anyone can sign up for fifteen galleons."
"Anyone?"
"Yup."
"We should enter!"
"Why do you think I told you about it? We'll have to get there at about seven to sign up. Sign up closes at nine but there will be a line."
Harry smirked over his drink."That ends our first round of competitors. The next twenty five matches will decided who moves on even further. I shall call the first match of round two in five minutes. Be ready."
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Harry waited until he heard the shrill call of the whistle before he burst into movement. He didn't roll this time but instead charged forwards, wand out. He focused on the tall man with brown hair and sharp eyes in front of him and rolled around the spells silently throwing his at the man. The man was better then Harry's last opponent though and dodged all his spells.
Harry found his attacks were not that effective and leapt back, mind working like a bullet. He was in his element on this duelling platform where everything was quick. He'd faced an angry Voldemort and a sixty foot lightening fast basilisk. He'd faced Dementors and boggarts. He was used to looking at all his battles like life or death. This forced his mind to find every possibility of action and analysis it. His intelligence just boosted his quick thinking and tactics. He couldn't play chess for the life of him but thinking of plans on the fly usually worked out well for him.
"Should I call you snake charmer." The older man from his last match smirked as Harry joined him on the bleachers again.
"Just call me Harry." Harry smiled.
"And you may call me Harold."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Hmm." Harry hummed.
Harold was eyeing him again.
"Who is your duelling instructor?" He finally asked.
Harry blinked.
"What?"
"Your duelling trainer."
"I don't have one." Harry blinked again. "I just practice on my own when I have the chance."
To Harry's surprise Harold burst out laughing.
"To think. I was beaten by an untrained fresh out of school teenage."
"What makes you think I'm out of school?" Harry asked with a raised brow.
Harold started to laugh even harder.
"An untrained schoolboy." He laughed uproariously.
Harry couldn't help but smile himself. When the man finally finished laughing he crossed his legs and leaned back, arms resting on the back of his seat. He smirked widely and looked back to Harry.
"So what school do you attend?"
"Hogwarts." Harry said easily.
"Hogwarts! Bah!" He scoffed. "I'll admit it has some of the best teachers but they are all held back by their ministry and can't teach to their full potential. It also has nothing but the basics."
Harry perked up. He'd never heard this before.
"Can you explain more?"
"Of course. Hogwarts, though filled with very competent teachers, all masters in their subject, is not a good school. The potions professor, though one of the world's top potion masters, does not nor want to teach. Flitwick is one of the top expert duellers of the world and he's stuck teach tickling charms and levitating charms. McGonagall renowned transfiguration mistress is teaching children how to turn buttons into beetles. Sprout, a herbolgist known even to the thick forest of Brazil, is potting new born mandrakes. Vector, a woman who has come up with five new arithmetic equations to help make hundreds of new spells is teaching classes of barely twenty. So on and so on. Besides that Hogwarts has not held a DADA professor for more then a year in twenty six years. The only extra classes are arithmacy, Ancient Runes, CoMC, History of Magic, astronomy, and Divination. The only useful ones are CoMC, Astronomy, and Arithmacy and even those are limited because of the British ministry. Runes would be added to that list but Hogwarts only teaches you how to recognize and draw runes. They give no lessons on how to wield the power for runes. In history of magic you have a ghost teaching you only about goblin wars. And in Arithmacy you only learn the equations, not how to use them to make spells. They have no classes such as offensive magic, History of Light and Dark magic, swordsmanship, wizarding etiquette, finances, Latin, other languages, wand making, portrait making, animagus, Wandless magic, spell making, the magic of music, occlumency, Legilimency, or anything else. You are seriously hindered if you go to that school. You can only get hired in Britain as other countries take education much more seriously and have much higher standards."
Harry blinked in numb shock as he ran these thoughts through his mind.
"Are you a professor?" He finally asked.
"What gave you that idea?" Harold blinked.
"You just sound like one."
"Well I'm not. I'm a Necromancer."
Harry stared in shock.
"Those are real?" He gasped. "You can actually raise armies of dead skeletons and zombies."
Harold burst into a fit of laughter that made Harry huff. When the man finally calmed he chuckled and patted Harry's knee.
"Necromancers are not what muggles make them out to be. Necromancers, in fact, can only raise the dead as inferi and we never even contemplate doing that. We can temporarily bring the spirits of the dead back to this plane, and we can exercise the spirits, ghosts, already here."
Harry's breath caught in his throat.
"You can communicate with the dead?" He asked, his voice shaking.
"Yes. We usually do it for a living. People who wish to speak to a deceased relative or friend usually come to us. It's costly but most don't care."
"No, I don't think they would." Harry rasped, his chest constricting.
He swayed as realized what this meant. Harold's hand gripped his shoulder to steady him.
"Easy there child." He said soothingly.
Harry's hand snaked out to grab the man's shirt as he gazed at him. Harold drew back in surprise at the hardened eyes that did not belong on a child that age.
"You can summon any spirit?"
"Yes. We only need our specialized spells and magic, and a focus, usually something that belonged to the person, to bring them to this plane. I can keep a spirit here for about two hours."
Harry let him go and closed his eyes.
"I want to hire you." He rasped.
Harold hadn't been expecting that.
"…What?"
"I don't care what it costs. I want to hire you."
"…Sure."
Harry spun at that one word. He felt something flare in his chest as he tried to breathe evenly. He was going talk to them. He released his breath in one big 'whoosh' and started to laugh, a tad hysterically. It took him a good five minutes to calm himself. Harold was watching him oddly but said nothing. Harry decided to start the conversation again.
"Can necromancers do anything else?"
"Of course. We can also summon demons."
Harry blinked in shock and Harold gave smirk.
"I suppose you do not know of demons then. Demons are in fact real beings that are divided into two groups; Demon Beasts and Demon Creatures. Demon Beasts are loosely based on the animals of earth. Hellhounds, Cerberus, imps, gargoyles, Nightmares, and so on. They are aware and have basic instincts but very little intelligence. Demon Creatures are more intelligent with varying degrees. Some are barely smart enough to count as above beasts, but some are even more intelligent then us humans. The Creatures have their own hierarchy with the strongest ruling as King over the demon plane."
"Demon plane?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Of course. Demons live in a plane that rests beside our own. They can only spend a limited time in our plane of existence. Planes or realms of reality exist outside of our own. The demon plane and the Fae realm are the most well known and the only ones we actually know anything about. The Fae realm holds elves, faeries or fae, pixies, Pegasus, and other such creatures. They are where the concept of Heaven and hell came from as they are polar opposites. A famous Necromancer thousands of years ago pained a picture of both realms together fighting, one above and one below. He added wings to the Fae and horns to the demons after being blessed to see the Fae and Demon realms. It got out to the muggles and bam! Heaven and Hell drawn for the first time. Of course, now we only know how to summon demons. Before, Necromancers were once able to summon beings from the Fae realms. Those powers were lost to us centuries upon centuries ago."
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