Chapter 2: The Completed Experiment
In the hidden Smith Family Chamber of Secrets, every magical creature engraved within it represents a member of the Smith family's magical essence.
This ancient invention was created by Font Smith, the son of the legendary William Smith, the founder of the family. It is not only a record of lineage but also a reflection of each member's magical nature—symbolized by mythical or magical creatures. Think of it as an advanced magical personality scanner—something that might even fascinate Hagrid.
Alexander had to compare each symbol with Wundt Smith's Exploring the Unknown Creatures to understand their significance. For example, those with Thunderbird essence were gifted with weather-based magic, while others, like Alexander himself, were represented by the Ouroboros—an eternal serpent symbolizing near-endless resilience.
Unfortunately, this magical nature seemed somewhat "tasteless" in modern wizarding society.
From what Alexander recalled from the original Harry Potter books and the Smith family archives, wizarding magic functions more like physical stamina. Most modern spells emphasized stability and minimal power consumption. No character in the original books had ever passed out from low magical energy—Avada Kedavra could even be cast by an undertrained student, albeit weakly.
Moreover, some spells required specific emotions or mental states:
Avada Kedavra required a genuine desire to kill.
Cruciatus demanded hatred or sadistic pleasure.
The Patronus Charm required joy or hope.
So, while Alexander's magical essence granted resilience and high output, it was best suited for ancient, high-consumption magic that modern society had all but forgotten.
His father, George William Smith, had a magical nature akin to gunpowder—a natural pyromancer. Even basic spells in his hands could cause controlled explosions. Much like Seamus Finnigan from the books, only more refined.
George's prized invention was a metal wand, more like a magically-enhanced firearm than a traditional wand. It channeled his explosive magic into devastating spell-bullets.
The most powerful invention of the Smith family was the Mithril Wand, crafted with the essence of various magical beasts. It could adapt to any user, amplifying their magic tenfold.
However, for Alexander to claim this legacy from the Smith Alchemy Room, he had to complete an invention of his own.
George Smith's final invention had been nearly finished before Voldemort's rise interrupted everything. If Alexander could complete it before his 25th birthday, the rights to the alchemy room—and all its treasures—would be his.
Thanks to his previous life's high school math, Alexander quickly pinpointed the missing element: a single digit miscalculation in the potion ratio. Just one ounce of cooling potion had been off.
Now, the weather was perfect, and the Smiths' private castle in Nottingham Forest—enchanted to be untraceable—was quiet.
Alexander stood at the window, finishing his morning stretches.
"One, two, three, four. Chest expansion, second set," he counted mentally, moving with precision.
Character Stats (Internal Display):
Race: Wizard
Strength: 9 (10 is normal human max)
Constitution: 25 (well beyond normal)
Magic Power: 15
Skills:
Logical Thinking Lv.2 (39%)
Physical Reinforcement Lv.3 (1%)
Alchemy Lv.2 (2%)
Alchemy had been progressing smoothly. George's invention had failed due to arrogance—and the wizarding world's poor grasp of math.
The metal wand, shaped like a pistol and crafted from obsidian, had been completed. It just lacked the final enchantment to awaken its spirit. All that remained was the cooling potion.
"Jack, is everything ready?" Alexander called.
With a loud pop, his house-elf Jack appeared, holding a vial.
"Here it is, Master Alexander, the potion you requested."
Alexander took the final ingredient—wormwood hay, mixed with powdered daffodil root—perfect for a powerful life-and-death sleeping draught.
Back in the Alchemy Cabin, he poured the potion into the glowing enchantment circle beneath the obsidian pistol. Runes flared to life. The metal shimmered with light, then buzzed like a live wire.
"Bah-bah-bah," Alexander muttered, letting the potion bond with the metal.
Gradually, the gun quieted. It looked simple now, ordinary. But when Alexander touched it, a chill surged through him—bonding the weapon to his magic.
He felt as if he'd split into two—the gun was part of him now.
Testing it on a target, he fired. Silver magic bullets exploded outward.
"Ha! Infinite reload flash!" he laughed. Less than a month into his new life, and he'd already completed a legendary artifact.
It wasn't as powerful as his father's design—his explosive magic couldn't fully sync with Alexander's resilient magic—but it was enough.
He named it The Black Knight.
Why use a wand now?
Alexander lifted the gun again. This time, he tried a spell.
"Split into four pieces!"
A silver, crescent-shaped blade of light shot forward—fast, deadly, and far more elegant than any wand-cast spell.
"So fast… so beautiful. Definitely my style."