Аннотация: A conversation about magic and dogs. The ointment is a clean body.
Part 1. Chapter 13. About magic
August 30, 1988
England, Cokworth, Spinners' Cul-de-sac, Severus Snape's house
"Aguamenti," Sensei's voice sounded like a familiar spell, and I felt water pouring over my face and body. It's cold.
I wonder where he calls her from? I stuck out my tongue. Fresh. Maybe it's somehow "squeezing" out of thin air? I remember that those who are subject to the element of water needed a nearby source or sealed the water right in their mouths. And especially advanced ones, like that blue-skinned swordsman from the Mist, Itachi's partner, transformed chakra into water just like that. Lee told me how this Kisame, when they fought against him as a team, created a sea of a decent area and depth in the middle of the desert, swelling almost a thousand chakra gen's. That's about two full reserves of full-fledged A-class Zenin's. We can say that he spent almost as much chakra on creating a convenient location for himself as his opponents combined, and only a tenth of his reserve was lost.
I wonder if I have some kind of chakra exhaustion that made me faint? But from Sensei's explanation, I realized that they don't have any reserves and the magic is drawn from the outside....
"Potter, I see that you've already woken up, get up," he interrupted my memories.
I opened my eyes and sat up. Well, that's how to get out! There's a whole puddle of water, he must have called for a whole tub after all! And you'll have to dry your clothes.
"Exkuro" A wave of the wand, and I became completely dry. The puddle was gone from the floor, too. Wow! Comfortable.
"It's a household cleansing spell." Apparently seeing the thirst for knowledge in my eyes, Sensei explained. "Cleans dirt, slop, vomit, spilled potions, blood..."
"Everything that is liquid and viscous?" I understood the main direction of the spell.
"Yes. The binding for the spell is the presence of liquid. For dry cleaning from dust, there is another spell "tergeo", but "exkuro" is more universal in everyday terms," he frowned, as if he remembered something.
"What happened to me?" I reminded myself softly. "Why did I faint? Is the magic over?"
"Magic can't 'end,'" Sensei wrinkled his nose. "Unless you fall into some kind of special magical anomaly. But in this case, your body has shut down, having reached the limit on the load on the nervous system from using magic. Your brain sent a signal to your body, and you fainted so that you wouldn't do magic anymore."
"Yeah," I nodded. "So it's just a certain kind of fatigue?"
In fact, it feels like I've blown away like a balloon.
"You're only eight years old, Mr. Potter. I'm surprised you've lasted long enough, given such a complex effect on the elements. Usually, even powerful wizards, despite the fact that they can pass a fairly wide magical stream, on which the so-called "magical power" depends, cannot withstand it for a long time."
Clear. This is about the same "disease" that our Kakashi-sensei was constantly "sick of" after missions. Nervous exhaustion from using sharingan, as Sakura explained to me. Our Uchiha clan dojutsu commander inherited it from his dead teammate, and unlike Uchiha, his brain couldn't handle the tons of information that came into it through sharingan. But he couldn't "extinguish" it, like a true Uchiha. Therefore, Kakashi opened the blindfold with his red eye only in battle, and then if the opponent was very serious and there was no other way out.
And this means that we need to train in this direction as well.
"Is that why they use spell formulas?" I asked. "To make it shorter, right?"
At least that's how they explained the use of hand seals for techniques to us at the Academy. Because without them, there must be such a delicate control of the chakra, which not every A-class warrior can do. Or you need to have a special genome and a very vivid predisposition, like the Uchiha sharingan. And Rikudo-sennin taught seals at the dawn of time, so he became the greatest Shinobi.
"To some extent, this is true. You drew the right conclusions", Sensei touched his chin thoughtfully. "A spell is precisely a formula of magical will with a set sequence of actions and effects. I've been thinking about it a lot myself..." he broke off and looked at me carefully. "It's amazing that you thought of something like this at the age of eight. Usually, graduates of Hogwarts simply learn spells without thinking about their essence.
"I just remembered how I "called" the water when my uncle became ill. She flew out of the kitchen faucet and landed on him. But it lasted much longer than you said the spell agua... agau..."
"Aguamenti," suggested Sensei.
"Yes, this is the "Aguamenti"," I repeated correctly. "Well, wizards aren't stupid. This is while you're trying to summon this water with your strength and pour it somewhere. It's one thing when you have a "spontaneous outburst" and everything somehow happens by itself, but another is when you try to control this process. To take a simple levitation, if I want to attract something to myself, then I first need to think about what I want to attract. Then I focus on this object, as if to "feel" it, imagine that I take it with an invisible palm, make sure that it flies and hits exactly my hand. There are so many actions at once that you need to control and let the magical effect pass through you! I'm just sure that you're using some kind of formula to combine all of the above. Otherwise, magic is not so wonderful at all.
Snape-sensei smiled from the corners of his lips, and his black eyes sparkled with amusement.
"It's called "alluring charms." In general, to put it quite simply, magic is like a dog. A young magician gets a puppy who can tear his shoes in the hallway, write somewhere, play pranks, and drop things. The puppy does not yet understand how to behave, but it feels the mood of its owner, thereby adapting to the world. Then the puppy grows up and the owner teaches him various commands. "Aport", "Fus", "Nearby", "Place". Short commands contain whole bundles of instructions. What should a dog do? This is achieved through long-term training on each team of the owner and his pet."
"And it will depend on the diligence of the owner, how many commands will his dog know?" I finished his thought.
"Yes," Sensei smiled slightly again. "And at some point, the dog may become so smart that it will follow the orders of the owner before the order is given out loud."
It's almost like Kiba and his ninja dog Akamaru get it. They understood each other kind of telepathically. That gave me another thought.
And... if you compare magic with a dog. So it turns out that they are all different? That is, there are smarter and easier-to-train dogs, but some don't....
"Trust me, Harry," Sensei chuckled, calling me by my first name, "and the simplest mongrel can be taught magic tricks if you make an effort. As well as spoiling the smartest purebred dog by indulging in whims and lack of discipline. But, of course, if dogs of different categories are trained equally well, then more thoroughbred dogs will have advantages due to the specifics of the breed. Dogs are also bred for various needs: hunting, combat, decorative, diving dogs, and so on."
"And if it applies to magicians?" I asked.
"There are sections of magic to which certain families and clans have traditionally gravitated. They most often discovered some kind of Gift. For example, The Gift Of Divination. But this does not mean that a person with the same gift cannot appear in some other family. My mother was very good at potions, and yours, too, by the way..." he paused and looked away.
"Was she a friend of yours?" I asked quietly. And, remembering the problem of the lack of photos and my guesses, I decided to ask: "Maybe you still have a photo of her? I'd like to know what she looked like."
"You don't know?" Sensei was amazed. Both of his eyebrows rose slightly.
"The fact is that my aunt didn't have any photos or personal belongings of her sister. She said that before my birth, Lily took absolutely all her things and her photos, as if she wanted to disappear from their lives. She also probably cast some kind of spell that distorts memories. So that... my aunt wouldn't grieve for her. But I've already figured that out myself. My aunt loved her younger sister very much."
"I'll look for..." Snape-sensei faltered under my pressure. "For me... I need to go to the lab...."
"There are still a few pages left in the Scroll," I reminded him. "And tomorrow already..."
"Yes," he rubbed his temple. "Then go to the library and start translating, and I'll be right there."
I saw that Sensei was in a mess, so I didn't bother his eyes and went upstairs. It makes me very sad that I'm unlikely to see any of my friends. I died there. And many of my comrades died with me. It's so stupid and it hurts so much.
Hinata's smile. She said she had no regrets. Stupid girl! And Sakura? She could become a new Hokage... Why is everything like this? Is it because of me or because of Sasuke? Or maybe both of us, because she saw that neither I nor he could help anymore.... It hurt so much that I wanted to destroy the whole world. It's a good thing I threw the others away. I hope they continue to live.
Don't think! Here, all thoughts are tied to actions! The table is already covered with frost. It seems that all systems have just been shut down. Don't piss off Snape-sensei by ruining an expensive rare book.
It's time to let go of your past and focus on the present. It is possible that I will not be able to ruin the life of the local Chosen of Fate, like my own.
Wow! Yes, there is only one potion for all the remaining five pages, or rather, another ointment. Does it have to be cooked for a year? Is sakura supposed to drop petals from spring to spring, or will there be time to roll a stone with a mountain stream? So, the name is "Seiketsuhontai". It's a painfully complicated composition for a simple cleansing ointment. What, I wonder, does she clean up on five pages of descriptions and ingredients? Yeah, that's the description of the action.
"Lapping ointment that resolves scars, potholes, acne, boils, mushrooms on the body... wow, mushrooms, that's creepy! received as a result of curses, magical diseases, healing bites and scratches of magical creatures..."
And a bunch of other stuff for as many as five columns. Well, it's clear, the super ointment is "all right", then. But it seems to me that it will not be easy to cook it at all....
I wonder if it would have worked against that stupid scar on my forehead, too. Well, well. Offhand, if you don't read the text, about sixty ingredients are used here. Holy shit, how did they even come up with it? Is everything mixed up in the lab? How much should such an ointment cost?
"Why are you puffing so unhappily?" Snape-sensei entered the library. Calm and cold, as usual.
"Yes, the last recipe for the ointment "from everything" was a little outraged, sir," I replied.
"Oh, the one with a lot of ingredients?" He understood. "And what does "from everything" mean?"
"Everything from pimples to bites of magical creatures and all sorts of magical marks cleans up there. It translates as "Pure Body". You'll probably put it on, and you'll have skin like a baby's, even if you had scars all over your body after meeting a tiger. Oh..." I shouldn't have said that about the tiger, they don't live in England. I just saw a guy in the hospital who was injured by them....
"Hmm. Let's start the translation," fortunately, Sensei did not notice my mistake.
I've cheered up, or maybe it's just that I've regained my strength.
"So. "Seiketsuhontai", or "Pure Body", is prepared on the basis of spring water taken from the top..."