Ch132- Why N.I.G.E.L?

Ch132- Why N.I.G.E.L?

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With this new angle to explore, Harry's study sessions in the library took on an additional dimension. Alongside Arithmancy texts, he now included works on etymology, ancient languages, and even a dusty tome on Onomancy that he found hidden away in a forgotten corner. Each book offered a piece of the puzzle, and Harry was determined to see how they fit together.

As days turned into weeks, Harry's theories began to take shape. He started seeing patterns in the way names influenced the personalities and destinies of their bearers. "It's like each letter, each sound, carries a specific magical weight," Harry mused, his notes sprawling across several pages.

Nigel watched with a mixture of amusement and interest. "Fascinating stuff, Master Harry. I must admit, your dedication to uncovering the secrets of the magical world knows no bounds. Just be sure not to get lost in your own name – we wouldn't want you becoming too self-absorbed, now would we?"

Harry, absorbed in his research, barely registered Nigel's jest. His focus was on the intersection of Arithmancy and Onomancy, a crossroads of numbers and names that he believed held untapped potential. "If I can decode the numerical value of names and understand their inherent magic," he thought, "it could lead to a whole new understanding of personal magic and its applications."

Nigel, ever intrigued by Harry's train of thought, couldn't resist probing further. "Pray tell, Master Harry, why this sudden fascination with names?" he inquired, his tone laced with genuine curiosity.

Harry, leaning back in his chair as he sorted through his thoughts, began to unfold his theory. "You see, Nigel, I've been pondering the essence of magic, how it intertwines with the natural world, and more specifically, with us, magical beings. Every creature, as we've discussed, carries attributes—like the Unicorn Tongue's purity or the darker shades of Parseltongue." Nigel hummed in agreement, prompting Harry to delve deeper into his hypothesis.

Nigel gave a sound of acknowledgment, "Indeed," showing his understanding of where Harry's thoughts were leading. Harry, with a spark of insight in his eyes, continued, "Consider the distinct properties of wand cores, Nigel. Each type, be it phoenix feather, dragon heartstring, or unicorn hair, imparts its unique characteristic to the wand, akin to the attributes of magical creatures."

Nigel, caught off guard by the depth of Harry's reflection, couldn't hide his surprise, "And why bring this up now, Master Harry?" His tone mixed with curiosity and a hint of admiration for the young wizard's analytical thinking.

Harry, with a playful mimicry of Ollivander's mysterious tone, responded, "The wand chooses the wizard, Nigel, not the other way around." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before adding, "Names, Nigel. If Onomancy holds truth and accuracy, shaping our destinies, then our choices in wands—and by extension, the creatures they're linked to through their cores—might also be influenced by our names. All these elements... they seem interconnected."

Quirrel glanced around cautiously, his gaze sharper than Harry had ever observed before. After a brief moment, seemingly reassured by the empty corridor, Quirrel nodded at Harry. His eyes darted around nervously, as if he half-expected someone, or something, to jump out at them. "V-very well, Mr. Potter. Just keep an eye on the time, eh? The castle, it has its... quirks after dark."

Harry responded with a polite smile, "Of course, Professor. I'll head straight to the dormitory." As he turned to leave, a flicker of curiosity sparked within him. He had always sensed something off about Quirrel, especially after the first Quidditch match when he had felt an ominous presence attempting to dislodge him from his broom. While he wasn't entirely sure Quirrel was behind it, his suspicions were now stronger than ever. However, the connection between Quirrel and the Third Floor Forbidden Corridor was a new angle Harry hadn't considered until now.

As Harry made his way back, Nigel chimed in, "Oh, the plot thickens! Our stuttering professor seems more jittery than a Flobberworm in a jar of pickles. Any theories, Master Harry, or shall we chalk it up to the mysteries of Hogwarts?"

Harry mulled over Nigel's jest, his mind racing. "I'm starting to think there's more to Quirrel than meets the eye. And now, with the corridor... It's as if all roads lead there."

Nigel, in his usual style, added, "Indeed, it seems our humble Defense Against the Dark Arts professor might be playing a more sinister role in this year's drama. Perhaps he's auditioning for the part of 'Villain of the Year.'"

Despite Nigel's light-hearted tone, Harry couldn't shake off the unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. The connection between Quirrel and the forbidden corridor was too coincidental to ignore. "I need to keep an eye on him," Harry thought, "but without drawing too much attention. The last thing I need is to tip him off that I'm onto him."

Nigel, sensing Harry's resolve, offered a word of caution, "A fine line to walk, Master Harry. Just be sure not to wander into the spider's web while you're watching the spider."

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