Two months had now passed.
His daily schedule was the same. The only difference being that he studied more and practiced more spells.
He always felt like he had a gun to his head and the second he slowed down it would pull the trigger.
He still receives three books every week, and has to do a test on it. The books like before revolve around magic theory, bodily functions and how magic effects it, also potion books sometimes they are switched to herbology books.
This is the core of his curriculum. All magic practice is his own initiative.
But his magic studies have been going well, which is inseparable from how hard he works.
He has now learnt, expelliarmus, stupefy, and diffindo. He had gained rudimentary understanding of depulso and protego.
But he can't cast them, he can only make the structure of the spell.
As for his non offensive magic, he has been practicing it, but noticeably less.
His job as assistant has been integrated into his schedule as well.
He does mostly the gross stuff, especially since Wilhelm learnt he could use the cleaning charm.
Since then he's been cleaning up blood… and other unidentified liquids.
He also disposes of corpses.
Wilhelm's little outings? They were all just to catch some dark wizard and experiment on them.
Which means a few days later he needs to burn corpses.
Except for the first couple of times where his hands were shaking, and he felt nauseating. He has been fine.
At some point, it stopped bothering him. But he couldn't quite remember when.
Now when he sees dead people he feels no fear or disgust.
No.
Only an increased feeling of urgency. And urgency for strength.
Rhys looked at the almanac in the kitchen. A few days ago when he discovered this almanac he had gotten a flash of memory.
His birthday was coming up.
The 23rd of September. It was not the 16th.
One week.
As he was lost in thought he heard a voice.
"What are you looking at?" Wilhelm asked as he walked in the kitchen.
Rhys turned around.
"Nothing sir."
Wilhelm narrowed his eyes.
"Don't lie."
Rhys hesitated, but finally he sighed.
"My birthday, sir, it's in a week. I was just reminiscing."
Wilhelm was silent for a few seconds.
"Ohh. How old will you be turning?"
Rhys thought for a second.
"I will be turning seven, sir."
Wilhelm nodded.
"Seven. That's a lucky number."
Rhys was confused. It was?
Just then he remembered, in his past life he remembered that Voldemort mentioned that seven was a lucky or powerful number in the wizarding world.
If that's true… Rhys couldn't say.
"Grab your bowl and sit down." Wilhelm said as he finished pouring up the porridge.
Rhys walked over and grabbed the bowl and a spoon.
Sigh.
You never get used to this horrible porridge. He looked up at Wilhelm who was already shoving the food down his throat.
He can't actually like this crap? He's been eating it for two and a half months and it's just as disgusting as the first time.
They ate in silence, like every other day. The only sound in the room was the sounds of spoons against bowls.
And the occasional creak of the house.
"Ahh~ That was good." Wilhelm said as he leaned back in his chair.
Rhys took the final bite and threw the spoon in the bowl. His nose wrinkled as he swallowed.
Wilhelm was quiet for a second then looked at Rhys.
"There will be no test this week."
Rhys looked up, surprised. No test? He wasn't happy, he knew nothing came for free.
Wilhelm saw his expression and a smile formed on his lips.
"Instead I want you to spend your time learning this."
Wilhelm took out a small notebook from his bag.
Rhys reached out and grabbed it.
"What is this?" He asked.
"Open it." Wilhelm said as he removed food residue between his teeth with his tongue.
Rhys was used to it. He looked closer at the notebook. It seemed old, and handwritten,
He opened it and read the first page.
"Avada Kedavra: A guide"
Rhys frowned, he flipped through the pages. The more he read the more worried he became.
This notebook seems to be a guide on how to use the killing curse, and also some notes from a person seemingly quite familiar with the spell.
"You'll learn this next. Avada Kedavra." Wilhelm said.
Rhys looked up in surprise.
"You want me to learn one of the three unforgivable curses?"
Wilhelm stood up, and picked up his bowl.
"Yeah, I know the spell is quite difficult, but with your talent and the notes in that book, you should be able to learn it."
Rhys was surprised.
Wilhelm reached out and grabbed his bowl, but when he saw Rhys's expression he felt amused.
"What? Didn't you think I knew you had great success with the spells I gave you last time."
Hmm, why wouldn't he know?
"I must say, you have quite good talent, being able to learn those spells without a teacher and only a book is quite an accomplishment."
Rhys nodded. He wasn't happy, he now knew he had little to no privacy.
"Go and practice, also read these in your free time." Wilhelm took out three new books and handed them over.
Rhys nodded and grabbed the books.
As he walked back to his room he couldn't help but curse.
Learn the killing curse? Do you have no shame? I am seven, in a week!
Arriving in his room he threw the books on his bed, he laid down next to them.
His weight on the mattress made the books slide towards him, and the notebook about the killing curse was at the top.
Power.
Rhys looked at the notebook and picked it up.
One of the most powerful spells in the entire world was right here, all he had to do was learn it.
Sigh. Who am I kidding, I'm speaking like I have a choice.
If I don't learn it, Wilhelm will probably let him warm the house.
Sigh.
This was wrong. Completely wrong.
But that didn't matter… did it?
And if power meant killing… then he would learn.
...
Enjoy.
CHAPTER END.