Harry Potter: The Legend of Nero Ravenclaw-Chapter 110: Sealing is an Art (1)

As the Onmyōdō lesson ended, Nero stretched with a satisfied breath.

The lingering tension in his shoulders eased.

His first class at Mahoutokoro had been enlightening, to say the least.

The principles of Yin and Yang, the Five Phases, and the elegant balance of Eastern magic resonated with him more deeply than he'd expected.

Now, however, it was time for something brand new.

His next class would be Fūinjutsu, Sealing Magic.

Walking alongside Mio to their next lesson, Nero couldn't help but grin.

"So, I'm constantly under evaluation from you, correct? How did I do in my first class?"

Mio kept her gaze forward, her voice calm and disinterested.

"You did well. I must admit it. But the next class is going to be quite different.

Elemental magic might come naturally to you, but seals are another beast. It's not just casting, it requires a different kind of finesse.

It should be your first time."

"You're right." Nero flashed a confident smile. "But I love challenges."

Mio remained silent for a moment before sighing softly.

They continued walking down the hallways of Mahoutokoro, the pristine floors reflecting the golden sunlight pouring in through the wide windows.

As they approached the classroom, Nero could already sense the different energy inside

Upon stepping into the room, his eyes immediately scanned the intricate symbols carved into the walls.

Each mark hummed faintly with stored power.

His fingers twitched in anticipation.

This was going to be interesting.

The professor stood at the front of the room: a middle-aged man with sharp, calculating eyes and long, dark hair tied into a loose ponytail.

His aura exuded a quiet, magnetic authority, and the faint crackle of restrained magical energy seemed to hum in the air around him.

He wore the traditional black and crimson robes of Mahoutokoro's sealing experts, his very presence exuding authority.

Before the professor could speak, Nero cleared his throat, mischief flickering in his eyes, clearly intent on using the moment to solidify his closeness with Mio.

"Sensei, before we begin, I should mention that Mio and I are—"

Mio's hand flew to cover his mouth before he could say another word.

She then turned to the professor with a composed smile.

"Sensei," she said evenly, not missing a beat, "Nero and I are already acquainted. Please allow us to sit together."

There was a beat of silence before whispers erupted among the students.

"You see? This time she didn't even try to hide it."

"Mio is lucky to have found such a handsome foreigner boyfriend."

Nero turned his head slightly, hiding a smirk.

Mio, however, clenched her fists, her face twitching ever so slightly.

The professor, blinked multiple times, but professional enough not to comment, gestured towards their seats.

Mio practically dragged Nero to their table, whispering sharply,

"Do not say a word. I swear, you might be worse than Ayaka at causing me trouble."

Nero chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Professor Fu clapped his hands, drawing attention.

The sharp crack echoed through the room like a snap of lightning, causing students to sit up straighter and murmurings to cease instantly.

"Now, let's start the class. Today, we start with a review of the fundamentals of Fūinjutsu."

With a graceful motion, he drew a symbol in the air.

Threads of golden energy followed his fingers, weaving a sigil that pulsed with quiet power before hovering above the classroom like a living constellation.

"Fūinjutsu," he continued, "is the art of sealing.

But not in the way people usually imagine. A seal isn't just a lock. It's a tool that guides magic.

It can hold power, redirect it, release it when needed.

A good seal doesn't just sit there, it responds.

It adapts to the situation, like a living extension of the caster's will."

He turned toward the chalkboard.

With a flick of his wrist, diagrams bloomed across it, parchment, inkstone, brush, and the layered structure of a seal.

"Traditionally, seals are written with enchanted ink on prepared paper using a brush, as the tactile connection reinforces the flow of magic and anchor the caster's energy into physical form.

But unlike Western inscription magic, our seals aren't static.

Once activated, they must respond in real time, redirecting, suppressing, or storing magic as it flows.

That's why stroke, timing, and intent must align perfectly.

A single misstep, and the seal may not fail outright... but it won't produce the result you intended."

He paused, eyes glinting.

"However, for those with exceptional magical control, a brush isn't always necessary.

A master of the craft can form seals midair by weaving the energy directly, bypassing the physical medium entirely.

But make no mistake, this requires immense focus and experience."

Nero leaned forward slightly, absorbing every word.

"Now," Professor Fu said, "watch closely."

With a smooth motion, he swiped his hand through the air.

Golden light spilled from his fingertips, forming a glowing kanji character, encased inside a circular formation.

The seal pulsed once, then stilled.

"This is a basic containment seal," the professor said.

"With this, minor magical energy can be held without dispersing.

Observe the precision of the lines.

Fūinjutsu is unforgiving, even the smallest deviation can cause the seal to fail.

Notice how the center breathes, this is the anchor.

The outer lines adapt based on what is sealed."

The glowing seal floated to the center of the room and affixed itself onto a small sheet of parchment lying on the desk, its glow softening.

The paper glowed faintly, then stilled.

"Now your turn." Fu instructed.

"Focus on the flow, not just the shape. Feel the magic settle into each stroke."

Nero dipped his brush into the black ink, marveling at how the substance shimmered like liquid starlight.

The ink felt cool and smooth against the bristles, and the faint feeling of dormant magic sent a tingling sensation up his fingers.

He focused on the image in his mind, raising his brush.

Beside him, Mio's strokes were efficient, her brush gliding across the parchment like a dancer on ice.

Her seal materialized flawlessly, earning her a nod of approval from the professor.

She turned to Nero, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you need me to teach you how to do it?"

Nero glanced at the glowing characters forming in front of her, analyzing their composition.

Then, with a grin, he shook his head. "It's fine. I believe I understood how to do it."

He inhaled deeply, steadied his hand, and began.

The brush felt natural between his fingers, as though the motions had been etched into his muscles long before this moment.

With each stroke, he pushed magic gently through the brush, layering intent, regulating the seal's responsiveness.

The magic resonated with him, flowing from the brush like a stream from a mountain spring.

The moment he completed the final stroke, the symbol glowed brilliantly, as the paper pulsed with a clear golden hue.

The seal hummed, even brighter than Mio's.

Professor Fu, who had been observing another student, turned at the sudden shift in magical pressure. His brows rose sharply.

His eyes landed on Nero's seal and widened in surprise.

His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally spoke.

"Excellent! Absolutely excellent!" he exclaimed, his usual composure cracking with enthusiasm.

"Not only did you grasp the technique quickly, but your execution was nearly flawless.

A rare sight for a first attempt."

The murmurs among the students grew louder.

Murmurs spread.

Even those who had initially dismissed Nero as just another foreign exchange student were now whispering amongst themselves.

"Unbelievable... He just did that on his first try?"

"Even Mio took a few tries to get it that clean when she started."

"What kind of training did he even have at Hogwarts? Do they even learn Fūinjutsu there?"

Mio, arms crossed, furrowed her brows as she studied the seal Nero had drawn.

It was pristine, the ink flowing without hesitation, the lines perfectly balanced in their energy distribution.

She had seen plenty of talented students, but there was something about the way Nero absorbed magic that unsettled her.

"Not bad, right?" Nero said softly.

Mio exhaled through her nose, turning her attention back to her parchment.

"It's just beginner's luck." she muttered, but her voice lacked its usual bite.

She didn't want to admit it, but a part of her was impressed.

"Careful," Nero added with a grin, "coming from you, that almost looked like praise."

Mio rolled her eyes, but even she couldn't hide the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

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