The Four Founders - Book 1 : The First Tunnel
Long long ago, in a time of desperation 4 young wizards/witches were born. They strived to save their helpless kingdom, Their lives were forlorn. Hidden in various places, They decided to fight Their friendship knotting in laces, Their hearts clear and bright. Here is the story of the Four Founders, The beginning I should say, Which shows first dear Helga, yes her, In the middle of bright May....
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Helga Hufflepuff- The Sight
Chapter 11
"You're name is Salazar? Salazar Slytherin?" Helga asked for the millionth time. The name rung a bell.
Helga had felt very left out the past few days. All three of her new friends, Rowena, Godric and Salazar had all dreamed of their union and their coming friendship. They had all been warned by dreams and magical signs, yet she, Helga, had not lived a single moment. She was jealous, but she would not show it in front of her friends. After all, it wasn't their fault.
But Helga was scared. What if she wasn't part of the their group, the group that they had called now the group of Four? She knew that that was ridiculous: she had appeared in her friend's dreams. She decided to ask Rowena, who appeared to be the smartest of them all.
"All you all right Rowena?"
Rowena rolled her eyes, smiling gently:
"You've already asked that many times Helga. Yes, I'm fine! Shaken up, but fine!"
"Good. I wanted to use that brain of yours..."
Rowena seemed to perk up, as she always did when she was asked to use her brain.
"Rowena, I haven't had any dreams. Why is that?"
Rowena seemed to recoil, perhaps because of the brutality of the question. Helga softened.
"Sorry. I was just worried."
"It's all right." Rowena weakly
"So..." prompted Helga gently.
"I think... I think it must be because... because dreams aren't the way to see for you. From the books that Salazar has lent me, I have concluded that my hypothesis was right. The link between magic, wand and person are very strong bonds. It is a very complicated line of magic, and would take ages to explain. Here is the quick definition: when you make a wand, it is not you who chooses the wand, but the wand who chooses the wizard. That is why there is often a bond between wands and their owners. There is the rule of seven, the one that contracts the omega of the wand and the omega of the wizard, so that if the wand chose the wizard or witch well, then the omega gets either completely or partially destroyed. So the confucius's ratio should take about... yes, about 4 times the omega, strengthening the power of the owner and the rule of seven. However, the rule of seven and confucius ratio can counteract, and create another law of wand lore. This one is mostly of my invention and speculation, for I am not a wandmaker yet." She took a deep breath, as Helga and her other friends started at Rowena in puzzlement.
"This law which I don't know what to name (she smiled) is when the two other laws and rules interact, and backfire. Although this new law is not backfiring in a bad way, it creates a new positive effect that lessens slightly some powers that the wizards or witch might have. Indeed, it will only cancel out small things like energy, dreams, appetite, or other trivial things like that. Instead, there is a gift that is given to the owner." Rowena seemed to have finished for now, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Um... still don't get why that has anything to do with Helga's problem..." Godric said tentatively.
Helga and Salazar agreed and nodded their heads.
"Well, you see, these rules don't apply only to wands, but they can also apply to other sources of magic. That is why they are named the rule of seven and confucius ratio." Rowena said impatiently.
"I still don't..." Godric started.
Rowena sighed impatiently:
"It can apply to many magical things: not only wands!"
Seeing that Helga and her friend were still confused she said:
"That means that probably, Helga has another gift, replacing the dreams. Probably, since we see part of the futur in our dreams that would mean that she has the sight!"
Helga gasped, and clutched her heart.