7th of July 1932
It was now time for his ritual to be conducted. His excitement had been growing as time went by. The first three focused on magical enhancement. The first ritual would boost the magical core. It required a sacrifice of five or ten body parts of magical creatures. The increase of ingredients did not double the strength of the enhancement, though there was an increase of the benefits gained from the ritual. Luckily for Atticus, the Sayres had a large catalogue of creature ingredient. They had even had Thunderbird feathers and blood.
The ingredients he'd chosen was a Thunderbird feather, Phoenix feather, Demiguise hair, Unicorn hair, Thestral hair, Hungarian Horntail heartstring, Basilisk venom, Re'ems blood, Dragon blood and a Nundu heart.
The ritual required a runic circle with the ten ingredients equally spaced and placed on the designated locations.
The second ritual focused on increasing and strengthening his control over his magic. This ritual required nothing more than his blood and runes.
The third ritual focused on increasing the flow of magic through his body and increasing the flexibility of his core to handle large amounts of magic. Like the second ritual, it required nothing but his blood as an ingredient and had required runes
He had spent most of the last few weeks shoring up with Aurilak going through the required runic circles and runes for all three sets. He spent the last couple of days preparing the ritual room with his great grandfather. Luckily for him, the room was capable of segregating and he had drawn up the necessary runic circles and runes ahead of time.
He checked the time and saw that it was 6:53AM. He'd start the ritual on 7:07AM.
Not too long before he underwent the first ritual. He would be undergoing all three rituals within 77 minutes.
He had planned using arithmantically powerful numbers to have the highest amount of effect and allow for the most stable outcome.
Tweenie was on standby in case he needed any help. He had sworn him to secrecy which was a lot easier as Tweenie was the elf that was dedicated to me.
He wasn't bonded to him specifically, as all the elves were bonded to House Sayre but swearing Tweenie to secrecy was within Atticus' remit. He had managed to keep his activities secret from his family which had been difficult at times.
Luckily the Manor was huge and all the family had been social people. Atticus had been mostly left to his own devices whenever he had time for himself after his lessons. Sophia had returned from Beauxbatons and had spent most of his spare time with her.
He checked the time again and it was 7:04. He entered the circle naked and began the ritual. He carved the required runes on his body and finished with the binding rune on his stomach. He cut his palms and placed them on the runes that on either of him.
He began chanting the ritual words and the room began to glow with the magic that was building up. It continued to build into a crescendo and as it did, the pain that he was suffering was immense. He had never felt this amount of pain but he gritted his teeth and continued with the ritual.
Finally after 11 minutes, the ritual died down and he slumped on the floor.
*pop* "Master Atty, are you ok?" Tweenie panicked. Atticus gasped as he gulped down as much air as he could. After a minute, he recovered "Tweenie please bring me a Blood Replenishment potion, a Pepper Up potion and Murtlap Essence potion" after a moment Tweenie returned with the potions.
He gulped all down and grimaced at the taste.
He checked the time and he noticed he had only a little more time before he needed to start the second ritual. He moved over to the second runic circle, sat down cut his palms and began the process. He cleaned himself up and down some more potions.
He rounded up and completed the third ritual. Everything went perfect and it could feel a substantial increase in his magic and he feel the flow being far more pronounced than it was before the rituals. He got up and he felt a little weak as he put on his clothes.
"Tweenie!" *pop* "yes Master Atty?" he asked eagerly. "can you please take me up to my room? Thank you" Atticus sighed.
Atticus stumbled after he was popped and he sat on his bed.
Aurilak was waiting on Atticus "Glad to see that everything went as planned. How do you feel" he inquired.
Atticus pulled himself up and stretched a little. "Feel tired" he laughed a little "I feel great in all honesty. I can feel the changes in my magic. It seems like a total success" Atticus beamed at Aurilak who simply smiled at him.
"Good. The next set will not happen until Hallow's Eve. Use that time to become more familiar with your magic. We all know that you train your wandless magic extensively."
Atticus laughed "I plan to." He began to walk but stumbled a little "But I think I'm going to sleep for a couple of days" he half joked.
Aurilak simply laughed "yes that might be the best course to take for you."
He walked over and fell onto his bed. He sluggishly climbed underneath his sheets and promptly fell asleep
-Break-
21st of September 1933 – Age 9
It was another usual morning for Atticus as he woke up. He proceeded to begin his morning physical exercises. Atticus had increased his intensity of his work outs as the years went by.
He had grown substantially in those years but he still only eight. He began to fill out a little more and he was taller than the children around his age.
He had been introduced to the children of the allied houses of the grey faction six months ago and Atticus' had forgotten what children were like. They were far less annoying than the children he had grown up with in his previous life but they still were children compared to him.
Of course he had not let that annoyance show and had been an amicable, engaging child with them.
Of the allied houses, only two were even near his age and would be attending Hogwarts. Simon Merek and Jon Garrick were both five years old and thankfully were tolerable. Simon was had a devious streak in him that Atticus could see flourishing while they were at Hogwarts.
They were both from Ancient and Noble Houses and had been allies of House Sayre for many centuries.
He'd asked his father after one of the meetings among the families whether we held them under a tight leash and he stated that the original four allies had an open agreement that they could leave the alliance if they so wish and it would be a break of tie on the best of terms. Of course he stated that there was a grace period of twenty years in which the alliance that broke apart would aid House Sayre if called upon.
Time was progressing fast and he began to be more proactive. It was the reason why he had set Tweenie to find Riddle so that he could assess what he was like.
From all accounts, the conditions at the Orphanage were less than ideal and it was a religiously run orphanage too.
Abrahamic religions and magic did not mix well and he suspected that Riddle had suffered significantly in his time at the Orphanage.
If that flashback in the movies with regards to how Dumbledore had introduced the boy was true, it would be no surprise if it seriously soured Riddle against Dumbledore from the very beginning with the burning of Riddle's stuff.
Riddle may have stolen all of it but Atticus knew that if he'd been in Riddle's situation, he'd never want to feel that powerless again, not if everyone was like Dumbledore.
Returning to the orphanage during the Blitz must have seriously cemented him in his at all cost approach to avoiding death, something was once more understandable.
He was pursuing immortality himself after all even if it was not necessarily to avoid death completely.
He obviously did not discount the threat that Riddle was. He was purported to be a genius, a prodigy of magic.
According to the books, Riddle had used his magic to harm his fellow orphans and Atticus did not know if it was violence to protect himself or violence because he grown to enjoy inflicting it.
Adding to that, Riddle was meant to be charming, capable of bringing swathes people to him.
He wasn't sure if he would be able to stop him from doing that.
In truth he did not want to if Riddle was simply a dark leaning wizard.
However, if he was truly evil or leaning towards it and could not be swayed...it would change everything. He would be given a chance.
Riddle could be a significant boon to the Magical Isles if he is sane and reasonable. Splitting your soul seemed like something that would destroy everything that you were and he would give a fair attempt to ensure that Riddle avoided that path.
In truth, he was considering ignoring Riddle unless it directly impacted him. He had his own plans and tangling with Riddle would get in the way.
There were many things that Atticus wanted to do and he would have very little time before he joined the war against Grindelwald.
Atticus completed his last set of push ups and got up and went for a shower. His body had grown incredibly strong since he had done the body rituals. Luckily, his father had spare weights that Atticus had absconded with and he had been using them quite a lot.
It's been over a year since Atticus had started his first three rituals. He completed the next three, which was body enhancement rituals, on Hallow's Eve and he completed his last set on New Year's Eve which had been minor mind enhancements.
The Rising Phoenix ritual was significantly different in comparison to the rituals he had done previously. It required three different potions to be brewed and a runic array that linked the three cauldrons with Atticus at the centre of the runic circle. The ritual had been accompanied with the invocation Tutela Ortu Ignis. This had been the most painful ritual that he had conducted. He felt searing agony as if his bones were being roasted above an open fire which had spread from his bones to his muscles and then his skin.
He had severe difficulty keeping himself from passing out. He had crumpled on the floor after the completion of the ritual and it had taken everything from him to keep his composure to ensure the rest of the set would be completed on schedule. This ritual's intended outcome was strengthening the physical body.
Bones, cartilage, and tendons would be strengthened past human peak performance and result in greater requirements of injury and strength beyond maximum human capabilities. It wouldn't be easy to injure Atticus after this ritual.
The next ritual was for increasing Atticus' reflexes. It involved the sacrifice of Nundu sinews, Nundu brain and a piece of Jackalope antler. The last ritual increased Atticus' healing factor by a large margin.
This involved sacrifice of blood, magical plants that had magical properties rooted in healing and Phoenix blood. It would not heal him from poisons completely, there was a ritual later on that provided this, but it would help him recover from injuries four times faster.
The last ritual Atticus had done on New Year's Eve was minor mind enhancement rituals, which consisted of only blood and runes to complete. The ritual would increase memory retention, memory recall and expand memory capacity.
The notes on the ritual stated that the earlier that the ritual was done, the greater the benefits at a later date is. It noted that degradation of the mind was not an affliction many wizards and witches faced in old age but it stated that the ritual would effectively reduce the chance to near zero and it would augment Occlumency considerably.
Prior to completing these rituals, Atticus had extensively trained with his magical capabilities that resulted from the rituals he had done in July the previous year.
Atticus dried himself off and began to get dressed in his usual clothing. Given the status of the family, his clothes were predominantly made of Acromantula silks.
Atticus sat in his usual meditative pose and closed his eyes. With his training in Occlumency, Atticus had found it much easier to slip into the trance.
He had made progress in transfiguration and conjuration in the last year and he utterly believed that it was more than possible to do it wandlessly. He had been denied getting a training wand by his parents who stated that he shall wait until he's eleven for wanded magic and had been instructed to continue to learn the theoretical aspects of the subjects he'd be learning at Hogwarts.
Obviously Atticus did not accept that.
It took him months to find the correct methodology to turn a matchstick into a pin. The magical penalty for it was much higher than he thought it would be as he had expelled a large amount of magic in the transfiguration, roughly an tenth of his core. In the followings months, he had worked on increasing his efficiency and he had found that he reached a limit on his efficiency.
One of the first things he'd do would be to compare the amount of magic he would use wandlessly to the amount of magic he'd use with a wand.
Nevertheless once he succeeded with the matchstick to pin transfiguration, he experimented with transfiguration. Beginning with incrementally increasing the starting mass of the items to the same end transfiguration and noted the magical requirements for each one.
He had increased the complexity of the transfiguration, creating ornate, realistic and detailed transfigurations and many more. He'd been limited to small items as he did not have the magical strength to conduct anything larger but he had found that realistic transfigurations within a size limit did not require more magical power, it only required creativity and will power and thus had been able to improve his ability in transfiguration.
As Atticus shut his eyes while he was in his meditative stance, he felt the familiar thrumming of his magic. Over the years, he had felt the changes in his magic. It had become more potent, his magical core had grown substantially and the channels in his body had grown in width, even more so once he had completed the magic enhancement rituals.
His sensitivity to magic had also improved as did the range.
Atticus moved his hand in front of him, his palm facing the ceiling and he began to imagine water floating above his hand. He imagined the consistency of the water, the size, how it felt, the colour, everything that made water, Atticus brought to his mind and then he opened his eyes, looked the palm of his hand and willed water to exist and within moments, water began to coalesce where he wanted. Atticus smiled. 'Now the most difficult part' he thought to himself and steeled himself.
He began to imagine the ball of water taking the shape of a raven. At the beginning in order to transfigure or conjure something into a facsimile of an animal, you need to be at least familiar with the anatomy, the feeling and the behaviours of the animal. He began to imagine the ball of water taking on all the attributes that he knew of a raven and willed it to take it all on and provided the magical power for it do so. The ball of water began to shift and slowly, a blue watery raven began to take its place.
It formed fully after a few seconds and began to flap its wings. Atticus maintained his focus and let the raven be a raven and the raven took off and flew around the room. This continued for a little while before Atticus dispelled the conjuration
Atticus took a deep breath and began to lie down on the floor smiling. 'Not bad, not bad at all' he thought to himself.
This had been the most he had been able to do with regards to transfiguration. He had substantially more success with charms wandlessly. In the last couple of years, he had managed to build a respectable repertoire of wandless abilities which included Lumos and Reparo. He could spark a fire in his hands and had gained a limited amount of control over it. He had extended his elemental abilities to water and had limited ability to control air. The easiest analogy would be considering magic being like a pond. Wandless magic would be equivalent of draining the pond with a bucket whereas using a focus would be the equivalent of using a pump to drain it. However his favourite topics were far and above been transfiguration and conjuration. He had absorbed the books on transfiguration, magical theory and animation charms.
*Pop* "Master Atty, it's time for breakfast, Mistress Anne said she wants you downstairs now" Tweenie formally said as she waited for my response.
Atticus groaned "It is time already?" as he picked himself up and glanced out the window and saw that hours must have passed since he woke up.
He didn't wait for a reply "Yes Tweenie, please tell mother I will be down in a few minutes" "Yes Master Atty" The elf bowed and popped away.
Atticus smiled at the disappearing elf. He and Tweenie had grown closer. He liked the elf. The elf was far different from the elves that were prominent in the books.
For one, it was a demand of the Sayre house elves to be able to speak King's English with accuracy and eloquence. They were also never treated terribly by the family and the elves had loved them all for it, especially as they know how other elves are treated by a significant percentage of wizarding families.
Back in January Atticus had asked Tweenie if he would be his personal house elf and he had been overjoyed. Tweenie had been extremely helpful and dutiful when he was doing his rituals.
Atticus had inquired with Tweenie a lot of the kinds of magic elves could do and what they couldn't do. They were a symbiotic species that needed bonds with magicals and wizarding magic was the kind of magic that they were best suited for. The healthier the relationship between the elf and the family, the stronger the elf magic and the stronger the bond becomes.
When Tweenie had told Atticus what he was capable of, Atticus shook his head. Elves were powerful beings. It was truly a shame, and a relief, that they were dependant on bonds to survive.
For Atticus however, it provided a boon. Atticus had asked if Tweenie knew any elves that required bonds and Tweenie denied it. Atticus had asked Tweenie to let him know if he comes across any elves that require bonds as he would take them.
Atticus had to spend half an hour convincing Tweenie that it was not a slight on Tweenie but more that he had a lot of things planned for the future and he wanted to also give elves a home. It took another half hour for Atticus to calm Tweenie down from all the gratefulness.
The deaths of his grandparents were on Atticus' mind frequently. He did not want to be caught unaware by the events of the world and think he would remain unaffected. The deaths had been a rude awakening for Atticus and he responded to it in the way he knew how. He had doubled down on his studies.
However, without information, you would be acting blindly and so Atticus had set about correcting it.
He had tasked Tweenie to find St. Wool's Orphanage and find documents for someone who was born in 1926 and had the last name of Riddle a month ago. Tweenie had stated that because it is a muggle building it would take him some time to find. Atticus had waved it off and simply stated that he had time yet.
Atticus made his way down and entered the dining room and saw his mother sitting there.
"Where is father" Atticus asked he sat down and began to put food on his plate.
"He's are visiting your cousins in America" His mother replies.
"Ah" Atticus replies. He had forgotten about that. He had a paternal aunt and two cousins who lived in America with their father. He had met them a few years back when they came to visit. Sara and Odette are twins who have a mischievous streak and enjoy unbalancing people with their sharp dry wit.
They were a year older than Sophia and when they had met the first time a few years back, the three had hit it off immediately. Every summer since then they had met up with each other.
-Break-
23rd of September 1933 – Age 9
There was a knock on the door and Atticus proceeded to tell them to come in and he set aside the book he was reading. The door opened and it was his mother. "Morning Atticus, we are meeting downstairs, are you ready to come down?" she asked.
"Yes mother, I'll come right away" Atticus got up and followed his mother out the door. It was his eighth birthday today. Birthday celebrations were a quiet affair within the Sayre family and he honestly liked it. Sophia unfortunately hadn't been able to attend ever since she started from Beauxbatons but she never failed to get him something.
As Atticus entered the living room, he could see his great grandfather already waiting. He sat down and was curious about the whole thing.
"Atticus, your celebrations will happen later this evening with some of the kids of the families we are friendly with." Benedict stated. Atticus was surprised though in truth not unexpected. Atticus was nearing the age of Hogwarts and it would be unusual to have at least some relationships with the children his age.
"But that is not why we have gathered here today. We have all noticed your dedication, or rather obsession" Benedict wryly said to the amusement of everyone around "and so we decided to help you along. We have always encouraged your exploration into magic and you have taken every opportunity available to you. We have been aware you were an unusual child from the beginning with your intellect and sharpness, even as an infant and we are very pleased that you have been able to apply it to your studies. I have heard that you have been excelling from your tutors and prodigy is something that is often stated" Benedict paused. "As a result, we have all agreed that I shall be taking you on a world trip and take you to the magical communities around the world" Benedict finished.
He looked at his mother bewildered "When was this decided" he asked. "It was decided three years ago that Benedict would take you under his wing. Ms Florence and Drayton shall be coming with you."
Atticus absorbed that and he felt excitement at the opportunity "Really, that's fantastic!" Atticus said letting of a small smile. "When will we be leaving? And for how long" Atticus quickly asked.
Benedict chuckled "It will likely be for a year or a year and a half. It won't be strictly leisure, I will be visiting some of the businesses we have an interest in during our trip but for the most, we will be visiting magical communities and it will be a learning experience. Not only that, I have spoken with Dumbard and he will meet us somewhere in Asia where he will begin your training in Legillimency. It won't be near as long as your training in Occlumency was but even so, it will aid you greatly for the short time you will be learning from him. We will be leaving in two weeks time. " Benedict finished.
Atticus let off a wide smirk that he couldn't help showing. He hadn't been to many different places yet, he had visited Diagon Alley and Horizont Alley once with his parents and sister and once in the summer to a beach front summerhouse in France.
The day had finished pretty well after he had spent time with the families that had come for his birthday. He had gotten to meet the Bones heir who was four years older than him and his sister who was a couple of years younger than me. They were warm people, standoffish but that to be expected considering this was the first meeting. The Black family made an appearance as well.
Arcturus Black was the current heir to the family and his was in his mid to late twenties or so. He had two children, both were close to my age, Cygnus and Orion. Orion was two years younger than him and Cygnus was four years younger.
Arcturus Black came with his younger sisters who were closer to my age than they were to him. Dorea Black was ten and would be a year ahead of him at Hogwarts whereas Cassiopeia Black was two years older. Thankfully Walburga Black hadn't arrived.
Atticus had asked the Blacks if there any more of this generation Blacks and they mentioned Walburga who was two years younger than him and Lucretia who would be attending Hogwarts in his year group.
Walburga was in the same generation as Riddle. Atticus grimaced internally when she had been mentioned and her age. It surprised Atticus to know that the Blacks of this age were numerous.
Lucretia was Arcturus' cousin and was the sister of two other boys, Marius and Pollux. The Blacks had been hit just as badly as the majority of light sided families in Riddle's Blood War.
Before long, the event had been coming to a close and families had vacated the premises. Atticus had met a number of decent people but he disliked the Avery children immensely. Atticus' grandfather and the Avery patriarch were close friends and it definitely seemed like it would not carry into Atticus' generation.
Before long, the weeks had passed and he waited in the lobby for his great grandfather to arrive. Lenard and Ms Florence were both waiting in the lobby with him.
His grandfather came out of the floo and began approaching Atticus.
"Hello Atticus, are you ready to leave?" his great grandfather had asked
"Yes great grandfather, I've said my goodbyes to the rest of the family. We will be back every Christmas and Easter so it won't be too long before I see them again" Atticus said
His great grandfather laughed "Yes, for us it won't be too long but I suspect your parents and grandparents will miss your presence. After all, we will be having a lot of fun." He said agreeably. "Oh and don't say great grandfather all the time, it's a mouthful. Just call me Grandfather" He smiled at Atticus and Atticus nodded back easily enough.
-Break-
2nd of January 1935 – Age 10
The world trip had finally come to an end to Atticus' equal disappointment and excitement. The past year and a half had been one the most educational, eye opening and awe inspiring periods of his all his lives.
As they exit the port key arrival point at the British Ministry, Atticus' mind wandered and reflected on his time away.
They had visited dozens of countries and had learnt so much about magic, about their applications of magic and the cultures that had bore these interpretations of magic.
Their first trip had been Scandinavia where they first went to Sweden. Sweden held the largest magical community and they spent the majority of their time in Scandinavia in that country.
Sweden was the location where most of the ritual sites of the magical Norsemen resided. While most were different from the British ritual sites, there were a few that resembled Stonehenge.
All of them were either built on at least two leylines or near leylines. Some sites still had a magical presence and ritual residue that had stood the test of times so far. The stones that had been arithmantically arranged still bore the visual effects of the huge amounts of magical that had been channelled through them.
Unfortunately the runes that had been etched into them had long been destroyed and faded and had entire sections missing so translation had not been possible.
They had learnt much of the magicks that the ancient Norse mages employed. The Asgardian mythology had been rooted in truth; the ancient Norse mages were rooted in runic and elemental magicks.
The legends of Thor, Odin and Loki were all based on the feats that Norse mages were capable of. The kinds of magicks they employed were substantially different from Roman methodology. The Norse runic language was preserved for the most part but Atticus had been told by Benedict, his great grandfather that Elder Futhark had larger variety.
Northern Magicks, the elemental magicks, had been rooted in wide area effect casting. They had used staves to channel magic from the leylines and nature through their bodies and had been able to do it to devastating effects.
One account of the feats had been a story that passed down in Scandinavian magical families; there had once been a man whose entire clan had been purged when he had been away at war. The man was already known at the time as a fearless warrior that at the time had no equals and when he had heard the news, it was said that the skies had wept blood in his agony and despair. The man had hunted the people responsible for the death of his clan and when he found the community from where they had hailed from, he channelled far more magic than he had ever done but he remained in control of the volatile magic.
In his final act in life, he generated the largest lightning storm they had ever known. The devastation of the magical attack had destroyed an area of over 10km and had destroyed the mountain that towered over the village.
Many of the accounts where of similar effects regarding the channelling of the ambient magic all around and leylines but unfortunately much of Northern Magicks had been lost in time. It hadn't stopped Atticus in collecting copies of any and all texts on the subjects.
Throughout the world trip, Atticus had been allowed to purchase books in each country and practically had free reign in what he could purchase.
From Scandinavia, they moved through central Europe, then Southern and finished their European tour in Spain. They managed to avoid all of the central locations where Grindelwald had been active.
During the European trip, he had finally come to know his great grandfather better.
During their trip in Sweden, he and Benedict had spoken mostly about magic but Atticus learned much about Benedict in general.
He learned that his great grandfather, who was 122, had journeyed through much of the British Empire and hadn't visited many other countries that weren't in the Empire or English speaking. He talked about time growing up with his younger brother who still currently lives in MACUSA which Atticus hadn't known about.
His brothers' branch of the family was allowed to hold the proxy in MACUSA however his brother Richard only had a granddaughter left in his line so it was likely the seat would revert back to their branch by the time I was an adult.
He talked about his fascination with the family origins in Egypt and how he had spent his early twenties visiting the places the Sayre family had lived around. During his trip he had been lucky enough to corroborate some of the texts that he found in Egypt and the translated journals in the family vault.
He and Benedict had spent over a month exploring the libraries of Scandinavia for sources of Northern Magicks and had managed to find a number of texts that described the magic. Atticus resolved to find more as they travelled through northern Europe.
The next trip had taken them to Germany. Other than the tenseness that could be observed on the muggle side, the magical side seemed fairly calm. However it seemed like it could escalate at a moment's notice. In Germany, there were three major magical communities which based in Hanover, Dresden and Frankfurt. From there, they travelled to Prague then Vienna, Zurich, Rome and then Athens. Every major city in Europe seemed to have a significant wizarding population.
He asked Benedict if there were magical cities in Europe and he confirmed there hadn't been because they hadn't needed one. Atticus could only think to himself that it might be time to start thinking about building magical cities.
From Athens, they travelled to Spain which on the magical side still had significant number of Berber influence and families.
In Spain, the European tour ended and they started their African Tour. They started at Marrakesh then to Timbuktu, then moved on to Cape Town and moved to Uagodou where grandfather had managed to obtain an invitation to spend two months there. Atticus had admitted previously to Benedict that he had been capable of significant amount of wandless magic and after a display, had suggested that they spent time at Uagodou to learn their interpretation and application of wandless magic. He hadn't known that it was possible to spend time at a magical school like they were but his grandfather had only smiled and said he personally knew the headmaster of the school and he had owed him a few favours.
The time spent at Uagodou had been productive. They arrived in February and Atticus had been allowed to attend a number of first year classes. Atticus had found, in his discussions with the faculty that his approach had been more or less similar to the approach Uagodou used excepting nuances in casting.
By the time they ended their trip, he made a number of friends that he had promised to keep in contact with. From there, they began their travel to Egypt. Egypt remained the main region of magicals in the Middle East and Africa.
They spent time in Cairo after they had visited temples significant to Egyptian magical society. After that, they made the move to Alexandria.
The magical library of Alexandria had been rebuilt under the purview of the ICW a few centuries ago. It was impressive but missed much of the magic that the old library had but it was impressive in comparison to the old muggle library of Alexandria. The magical library in Alexandria held copies of what was held in the muggle library of Alexandria. The guides had indicated that the muggles and magicals of the time had cooperated with each other and much of the philosophical arguments the muggles made, had been made with magicals as well.
They spent over a month there before moving on to Asia. They started in Constantinople then moved on to Samsun where the second largest community in Anatolia resided. The Grecian influence in Magical Anatolia was clear to see in their buildings. From Anatolia, we moved to Persia where the last large Middle Eastern community resided.
There they had spent a lot of time in Northern Iran. The people who lived there were the descendants of the Medes people who had built a powerful state before they had been absorbed by successive empires that spawned in the Middle East. Thanks to their magic, they managed to remain intact and keep their people and culture alive. In the course of millennia, they continued to have an impact on Persian and then later Iranian people.
Their practices of magic had been primarily Runic and Ritualistic, similar to Ancient Egypt.
They continued to East and made their way into India. There they had spent the largest amount of time during their trip. The people in the village had found out that Atticus was a parselmouth and it had resulted in him staying for longest in Northern India where the majority of the parseltongue speakers resided.
There only four families that could speak parseltongue in India. He had been gifted a dozen or so texts that were used to predominantly teach parselmouths and he had learned many things about parseltongue.
Parseltongue isn't simply a language, nor is it even a magical language. They deemed it an expressional branch of magic, a branch of magic which shares the most similarities with runic languages. Parselscript, they said, shared similarities with the Sanskrit runic language which made sense to them since they believed parseltongue originated in Northern India.
Atticus' knowledge in Parsel magic gained a foundational element during this time in India. By the time they had left, they had obtained a promise from him to visit when he older so that when his knowledge of magic had increased, he could come and learn the more esoteric Parsel magicks.
Before they left India, they visited two more magical centres; both were locations that Benedict had spent significant time in.
From there, they'd spent time in Thailand, Vietnam, Malaysia and Indonesia before heading to mainland China. The majority of the magical population were located in the North Western region of China.
The magicals had a large historical presence in Ancient China. Like in so many cultures and regions, they were the healers, advisors and philosophers of the nations. And just like in so many cultures and nations, by the time the statue had been enforced, the relationship between the muggles and magicals had deteriorated and they had retreated to less populated regions.
The Ancient Chinese magicals had their focuses on Runes and in elemental magic. Where the Norse and the Grecians to smaller degree, had focused on large area effect casting of elemental magicks, the Chinese were experts in small area casting but with greater control and fluidity. The guide that took to some of the heritage sites stated that the ancient Chinese were experts in combining the elements in their martial arts.
For a few months he had gotten training from one of the practitioners in Ancient Chinese combat and it had been his most difficult, most gruelling training he had endured. By the end of it however, he had a decent grasp of the stances, techniques and magicks. By the time they had left, Atticus had extracted a promise from one of the students training there to come visit him in the British Isles so they can train themselves in both in European and Chinese battle magic.
He had met up with Dumbard in Australia. The majority of Dumbard's family resided in Australia when they had migrated in the early 1800s. Atticus had spent three months there learning the intricacies of Legillimency.
Atticus had already been capable of reading emotions but it had not been voluntary nor with any kinds of accuracy. Dumbard had greatly aided in this and had expanded Atticus' capabilities. He had been by the end capable of casting Legillimency without a wand.
He was in no way proficient in Legillimency but it had come easier to him than Occlumency. He had practiced wandless Legillimency as much as he could in the remaining of the trip. Dumbard had stated that proficient legilimencers were capable of Legillimency without requiring eye contact. That was something that greatly interested Atticus.
Their last stretch of the Asian trip was Japan. Japan was even more stylistically behind the times and seemed unaffected by the progress of the muggles. Their magical centres however were pleasant and easy on the eyes and were far more welcome than he expected. Their ancestral application of magic wasn't so different from the Chinese though their runic language was markedly different.
The last stop in the world trip was MACUSA. The country had the most number of magicals outside of most countries in Europe, India and China and the country where his grandparents had died. During the trip, they started out west and had progressively moved towards the east coast. The country was beautiful and had many protected regions for magical creatures. The Americans were innovators in charms, specifically spatial charms and warding and continued to make strides in those two branches. It did not surprise him considering it had been an insane close call that the statue had not been broken in 1926 because of that obscurial. The subsequent fall out had been huge and the magical congress had doubled down on enforcing stringent no-maj laws.
The Americans were the most integrated of all the societies they had been to. The Americans worked like muggles, looked like muggles and had restrictive laws on the use of wands. MACUSA itself held many interests in the magical world which was interesting as it was their primary source of income. Blood status was far less important in these regions and Atticus could see himself moving here. Basing his muggle business in the US would well be a path for him and with his lineage, they may allow him more discretion.
By the time they reached Boston, they met up with Benedict's brother, his granddaughter Atticus met for the first time and Atticus' paternal aunt and her children whom he had met before. It had been a pleasant affair and they had discussions about magical creatures, Hogwarts versus Ilvermony, Grindelwald and the Sayre family.
It was definitely noticeable how respectable and influential the Sayre family were in America as they had received many 'gifts' and were welcomed as if they were royalty. Atticus determined he quite liked that.
It had now been January 2nd of 1935 and it was time to head home.