After a few weeks of training with Alphonse, I mao have a better wand handling, my magic was already at a more acceptable level in terms of magidling, rgely thanks to my trol aation to improve and release some key points so that the flow of magic was much better through the pathways.

  My body now presents more bruises than before due to this forced process, even I who have previous knowledge of how to perform this process is usually quite tedious, difficult, and painful.

  Alphonse has noticed these bruises but always mao dispel any doubts by making the excuse that it is because of the individual training I usually do with the wand.

  Alphonse oher hand sends letters to Amelia every day telling her about our daily experiences and training. In the same way, we stantly receive letters from her telling us about the state of the house and how Prik has been in charge of keeping everything in order, not only in the garden but in the whole house.

  In the evenings I have researched more about the bestiary where you find all kinds of creatures, their appearahreat, abilities, food, and other characteristics that allow the beast not to feel threatened, but to allow safe tact with any of them.

  Iolita has been on the sidelines most of the time, lying down watg the training sessions I have with Alphonse.

  We have not yet discovered what is the direct retionship of both gems, we have searched in different encyclopedias and scrolls something simir or reted but it seems an increasingly difficult task but Alphonse does not lose hope, nothing is impossible as Alphonse says.

  I have visited Diagon Alley more often, even I have also visited the well-known Knockturn Alley, which is the more public version of the secret Bloody Cauldron Alley but without so many illegal pos or materials. About the alley of the bloody cauldron, I have to say that being such a secret pce the illegal magical materials are being more and more impressive, creature eggs, body parts of magical creatures, dangerous potions, and other artifacts for the dark arts.

  As for the rakan hunter I have been talking to him about the different creatures found in different parts of the ti, I have also learned a little about the creatures I didn't know and strengthehe knowledge of some of the ones I already knew about.

  Right now there is only one night left to enter Hogwarts, I feel a little uneasy to be in this pce. It's strao think that at this time I was already preparing to enter Beauxbatons Magical Academy, a time when I was much, much less prepared than I am now.

  "Still awake my lord, are you nervous about tomorrohonse knocks on the door aers cautiously.

  "If I'm ho with you I'm not nervous, I'm not scared, I know it's a good pd I'll learn a lot, I'm just a little pensive about what es ."

  Alphonse walks over and sits on the edge of the bed looking out the window reflectively.

  "I uand, why do you say so?"- Alphohout taking his eyes off the starry night.

  "of not being able to achieve everything I have pnned and not being able to be happy as I am now."

  I know this is going to be one of the few talks I will have with Alphoer he ehe academy and I want to take the opportunity to speak holy with him about how I feel.

  "Humm what is that, don't be afraid of failure, if you have to be afraid of something be afraid that the opportunity does and you still have it, just don't hide and live, look for the sun and you will see tomorrow."- says Alphonse while he takes my hand.

  "And it just all goes wrong?"

  "Accepting that things ge be a challe it is the essence of life, a stant flow of ges and transformations, open yourself to what will e, experiences and opportunities be so enrig even if they are painful"- says Alphonse.

  "Have you ever felt afraid of losing yourself and losing everything?"

  "Hahaha, you are very reflective today, my lord... but you know? I will fess you something oo your mother I asked her a simir question, and she answered me saying

  , you don't know how much reason I give her today". Alphonse as he gets out of bed and closes the blinds.

  "A hero? And what is your hero Alphonse?"

  "I could tell you that your parents after my losses, they gave me to go on for, they trusted me and helped me, I could tell you that they but I really wouldn't be sure...I would say my biggest hero is you, my lord."

  "Me?"

  "That's right, to look at you is to see how far you have e, you faced your trauma and came out the other side fighting for what you want, and that makes me so proud of you, you survived, you are a survivor and I really am proud of you, because I know how hard it is to take care of us, but you are amazing, you still have a lot to grow and to know but... I 't help but think how proud I am of the person you are now"- says Alphonse as he approaches me again and tucks me in.

  Because of his words, I could not stop the tears from ing out of my eyes, tears that instantly Alphonse dried while smiling, after that moment, Alphonse and I said goodnight and each slept in his room.

  I may not have salvation because of my past but I have to try for this past, I have to push I have to bee something else, people need hope and I will create that path.

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  September 1

  Right now we are at King's Cross station in London, a muggle train station that is one of the busiest iy, It is a perfectly normal station, with rge pstiumbers on each trad guards who have never heard of Hogwarts, after walking a few minutes ositioned iween station 9 and 10 where the muggles are normally located, at first gnce you ot see Ptform nine and three quarters (ptform 9?).

  Alphonse, as he already knows how the entrance is, takes the cart where he carried all the school supplies and suitcases to position himself between the ns of stations 9 and 10.

  "In order for someoo eform nine and three-quarters, you must walk directly into the seemingly solid metal ticket box that divides ptforms nine and ten."- Alphonse expins.

  There is a guard standing just outside the entraute the entrances as from the ptform. Particurly every September 1, as the clock overload approaches eleven o'clod Iy 125 pulls into ptform nine, a strange Muggle crowd occasionally turns its head. A crowd of wizarding children, carrying huge trunks and caged owls, make their way toward the solid metal barrier between ptforms 9 and 10.

  A few moments before entering through the two stations a rather striking and eous family passes in front of us.

  "Excuse me, we e in earlier, you know, being more children this is crazy?" asks the stout dy with her two twin sons with reddish hair and two other smaller ones, I would say one of them about the same age as me, a boy with a somewhat familiar kinship...

  "No problem, go ahead," says Alphonse calmly and politely.

  "Wait for me here children," the stout oio her other two sons.

  "I want to go too," says the younger reddish-haired boy.

  "Son, you still have one more patient year, in the meantime...Fred and Gee e in quickly, there are people waiting for you, Percy is already oher side."- shouts the dy to her two oldest sons.

  That's the Weasley brothers, that means... that boy there is Ron, that's the great Weasley family, I didn't think I'd see them here so soon, and even more so Fred who was someone I didn't get to know except in stories.

  After the Weasley family crosses the metal barrier, the rge home of the famous Hogwarts Express es into view. A gnce back at the barrier reveals that it is, instead, a wrought iron arch with the words "Ptform 9?", and above the smoke of a line of steam rising from the express, a sign annouhat the Hogwarts Express departs at eleven o'clock.

  This is quite different from how they do it at Beauxbatons Magical Academy where all students and staff are transported through the use of Beauxbatons carriages. The carriages are light blue in color, pulled by a dozen winged horses.

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