Harry Potter: The Legend of Nero Ravenclaw-Chapter 103: 3rd Year Classes Introduction

He chuckled, brushing a hand through his hair. "I know I was all stiff and formal yesterday, but that's more Mu's style. I usually let him handle that side of things.

Today, you're getting the real me."

Nero hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Alright, Zen."

"That's better," Zen said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Now, tell me. What did Dumbledore tell you about us and Mahoutokoro?"

Nero blinked. "Er... when I asked him about it, Grandpa said he didn't want to spoil the surprise."

Zen sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. "Damn you, Albus. Always dumping the annoying parts onto other people."

Straightening up, Zen folded his arms across his chest. "Alright then, let me explain."

His posture shifted subtly, his playful demeanor giving way to something more authoritative, more commanding.

It was clear that, despite his casual nature, this was a man of great standing.

"I am what you would translate in English as the "Sage" of Mahoutokoro. I'm not the Headmaster, but my authority is nearly equal.

My role is to protect the school, guide its students, and ensure that the traditions of our magic remain intact.

That's why your request to study here was approved so easily.

Dumbledore and I go way back, as you now know."

Zen then grinned. "But that's not all. I also teach Magic Martial Integration, a combat discipline that merges spellcasting and hand-to-hand combat, creating seamless transitions between physical and magical attacks.

It's not just about throwing punches and spells, it's about precision, flow, and using your entire body as a conduit for magic."

Nero absorbed this information, his mind already racing with the possibilities.

Fighting styles that combined martial arts and magic?

That was a completely different approach from what he had seen in Europe, where duels were mostly wand-centric.

"And also, it's fun to beat up students." added Zen with a big smile.

Nero felt a shiver hearing this statement.

"Mahoutokoro is the oldest and most prestigious magical school in Japan, much like how Hogwarts is in Britain," Zen continued. "But while Hogwarts is known for its diverse and comprehensive education, our strength lies in teaching precision and spiritual mastery."

He gestured for Nero to follow him through the courtyard, his steps unhurried.

"We specialize in techniques you won't find anywhere else, magic that demands control, clarity, and intent."

"Here's a taste of what sets us apart. You're a third-year transfer student, and on top of your personalized training, here's what you could take."

He pulled out a scroll and unrolled it, revealing a list of available classes.

Onmyōdō Fundamentals: Yin-yang theory, balance, and spiritual flow.

Fūinjutsu (Sealing Magic): Crafting seals to bind, trap, or enhance.

Elemental Convergence: Fusing multiple elements into unified spells.

Kenjutsu & Wand Combat: Sword techniques blended with wandwork.

Kami Invocation & Spirit Summoning: Ritual-based contact with divine spirits.

Astral Projection & Dream Walking: Navigating the spiritual and subconscious realms.

Barrier Mastery: Building adaptive, responsive shields that don't just defend, but retaliate.

Sky Magic: High speed precision flight and aerial combat.

Shikigami Arts: Enchanted paper construct creation and command used for scouting, messaging, and short bursts of combat.

Magic Martial Integration: Hand-to-hand combat woven with wandless casting.

Zen rolled the scroll back up and threw it lightly towards Nero. "For you, solving your 'issue' takes top priority, so these classes aren't mandatory.

You can take as many or as few as you like."

Then, with a knowing smirk, Zen added, "Also, you'll have access to Mahoutokoro's library."

Nero's eyes widened, and for the first time that morning, his calm façade cracked.

His expression shifted into pure, unfiltered excitement.

A library. An entire library of knowledge from a completely different magical tradition.

His voice came out faster than he intended. "How many books does it have?"

Zen let out a deep, hearty laugh. "Right, I forgot you're Rowena Ravenclaw's descendant." He shook his head in amusement. "I've never counted, but trust me, it won't lose to Hogwarts' library."

The sheer possibility of what he could learn sent a shiver down Nero's spine.

If the library of Mahoutokoro was on par with Hogwarts, that meant thousands of texts, tomes, and ancient scrolls, possibly holding knowledge long lost to the Western world.

Zen clapped his hands together, snapping Nero out of his thoughts. "So, what do you think?" He grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Happy to be in Japan?"

Nero, still reeling from everything he had just learned, took a deep breath.

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Then, slowly but surely, a small smile played on his lips.

"Yeah," he said, the excitement creeping into his voice. "I think I am."

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