"Yeh go do that!" Hagrid said with a large booming chuckle, as his beard rocked around with amus.e.m.e.nt.

If only the man knew, that just cursed his idol to d.a.m.nation and ruination, that he set upon his idol a devil. But he did not have a clue at all.

With that, I said my goodbyes once more to Hagrid. Then left the hut as quickly as possible, while not being seen as rude and ungracious.

I do not want to press my luck any longer at all in this hut. I survived much today, in this place. I would have even believed it to be cursed, since I experienced way too many close calls today. Way too much for little old me, and my heart. My mind really when on overdrive to escape so much of these calamities.

So, let's live and be on our merry way.

Anyways I have much to do and think about. For example, bringing down Professor Dumbledore a notch or two... And yes, stealing his Phoniex somehow. I seriously do come up with the most inventive and imagery ideas ever.

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Inside my suitcase was a beautiful house. Located inside of that, was my laboratory. It was a white and bluish toned room. The whole room was carpeted in solid rock, so that fires and explosions could be contained.

The room comprised of three large and lengthy desk-like pieces of furniture. On the desk, where many flasks, equipment, and apparatus. These items held all manner of liquids and gaseous substances. Also, there were nearly half a dozen cages, filled with small little critters.

Lining all over the walls, where shelves. These shelves contained a variety of things like books, flasks filled with completed potions, magical ingredients, some tools, and what not.

The small laboratory could only be described as old and archaic. It was like something out of the 18th century. But all of the equipment had a magical feel.

At the center of the room was a ma.s.sive black cauldron, which at the moment was occupied by me. I was in the middle of swirling the cauldron with my wand. Inside of the cauldron was not your run of the mill sort of potion. The concoction was a pure deathly black substance that leaked decay and demise.

I had on a mask to block out the sort of harmful fumes escaping the cauldron, or maybe it is deadly. I do not know man, look, I am not some health pract.i.tioner. What I do know for sure is that my mother will kill me for sure, if she ever found out, that I was doing this sort of experiment.

Yet I could not help myself, this remain, of the mysterious bird, is so fascinating and enthralling. Unlike regular old magical creatures, where their magic is concentrated at one or a few points. (That is why people go for certain parts of magical creatures and throw out the rest.)

Just like us, wizards and witches. We have our magic concentrated at our heart, forming a sort of magical core. That core does spread, the magic through the body. You could think of it like blood pumping through your body. Nevertheless it still, always comes back to the core, no matter what.

However this remains here, is something else, entirely! This is why now, I am a total believer that these magical creatures surpa.s.s the rank of x.x.xXX. They are truly and definitely rank x.x.xx.x.x!

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The first difference that you will find, is that magic is even out throughout this whole feather. This might look like a small and minuscule detail, but it truly is a mind boggling conclusion. This is not supposed to happen at all.

You could find traces of magic, through magical creatures' and wizards' body. But they are only just supposed to be little traces, little bits of magic that permuted through your body, refusing to go back to the core.

As I said, this is something else. This is something I have never seen in any other magical creature. It is something that should be impossible. But here it is, right before my very eyes.

And the thing that makes this whole thing impossible, it that first it would take a colossal amount of magical energy, for you to spread out all of your magic, through your body.

Second, do not forget the first rule that I told you about cores, the magic should always come back to it. So in other words, for this to be possible, these rank x.x.xx.x.x magical creatures do not have a core!

This is just mind boggling and I cannot even begin to hypothesis the meaning of this, since I never thought it was possible at all. My theory was that every single magical being, whether it be a beast or a humanoid, they must have a core or two, maybe even three or four. But whatever amount it is, everyone must have a core(s) located some where in their body.

Now, my theory is literally garbage and it is grounded to dust and nothingness. All I could do is note this down, since this information does seem important.

The second point that makes these rank x.x.xx.x.x magical creatures is that their magic is unnatural. Again, regular old magical creatures, and us wizards and witches have naturally occurring magic. Our magic is the same as the magic found in the environment.

But this feather does not have naturally occurring magic. This feather has a unique mark!