Got Hisoka template in Harry Potter World - Chapter 4
Chapter 4: The Grind Begins
The orphanage attic creaked under Jack’s feet as he balanced on the dusty floorboards, wand raised. Moonlight filtered through a grimy window, painting silver stripes across the wooden beams.
“Lumos.”
A feeble glow sputtered at the wand’s tip—more like a dying firefly than proper light. Jack scowled.
Again.
He’d been at this for hours. The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1 lay open at his feet, the page on Lumos wrinkled from his grip.
“Lumos!”
This time, the light flared brighter, steady. Jack exhaled, watching the glow flicker against his palm.
Progress.
A floorboard creaked behind him.
“You’re gonna burn the place down.”
Jack whirled. Tommy—a lanky twelve-year-old with a perpetual sneer—leaned against the attic door, arms crossed.
Jack lowered his wand. “What do you want?”
Tommy’s eyes darted to the glowing tip. “That one of those magic tricks?”
If only.
Jack smirked. “Yeah. A trick.”
Tommy didn’t look convinced. “Matron’s been asking where you disappear to every night.”
Jack extinguished the light with a flick. “Tell her I’m praying.”
Tommy snorted. “You? Praying?”
“Stranger things have happened.”
A beat of silence. Then—
“Freak,” Tommy muttered, but there was less venom than usual. He turned to leave, then paused. “Just… don’t set the place on fire.”
The door shut behind him.
Jack stared at the spot where Tommy had stood.
Since when does he care?
—
Days bled into weeks. Jack’s routine never wavered:
– Mornings: Push-ups, sit-ups, laps around the orphanage yard.
– Afternoons: Spell practice (Lumos, Wingardium Leviosa, Alohomora).
– Nights: Meditation, chasing the elusive something humming under his skin.
But progress was slow.
The Hisoka template ticked up—0.1% per day, no more, no less. Exercise didn’t speed it up. Neither did frustration.
“It’s like wizard magic,” Jack realized one evening, sweat dripping onto the spellbook. “Growth is tied to age. Talent just decides how fast you climb before hitting the ceiling.”
A grim thought.
What happens when I stop growing?
He shoved it aside.
—
Jack woke gasping.
Fire raced through his veins—not pain, but power, raw and untamed. The system notification blared in his mind:
[MERGER: 5%]
[NEN SKILLS UNLOCKED: TEN, ZETSU, REN]
He saw his body is releasing aura like steam. He looked at his body, and felt everything relaxes.
“Ten,” he whispered.
The aura solidified, wrapping around him like a second skin.
Defense. Which even defend him against the erosion of time.
Next—”Zetsu.”
The glow vanished. His presence dimmed, muted. If he hadn’t been staring straight at the mirror, he might’ve missed his own reflection.
Stealth.
Finally—”Ren.”
Energy erupted. The washbasin cracked. The mirror shattered.
Jack’s breath came in ragged bursts.
Holy shit.
A fist pounded on his door. “Jack?! You okay in there?”
Matron Grace.
Jack swallowed. “Fine! Just—knocked something over!”
Silence. Then—
“Keep it down!”
He waited until her footsteps faded before examining the damage. The sink was split clean down the middle.
2 tons of force? More?
A laugh bubbled up.
This changes everything.
—
The other kids noticed, of course.
Lily cornered him at breakfast, her whisper frantic. “Your eyes glowed last night.”
Jack sipped his watery porridge. “You were dreaming.”
“I saw you!”
“Then stop sneaking into the boys’ hall.”
She huffed, but the doubt in her eyes was new.
Tommy watched him more now too, though he never spoke of it. Just silent stares, equal parts wary and curious.
Even Matron Grace eyed him differently. “You’ve… grown,” she said once, as if unsure how else to phrase it.
Jack just smiled.
—
September first loomed. Jack packed his meager belongings—second-hand robes, dog-eared books, the wand that thrummed when he gripped it.
He sat on his cot, rolling a Galleon across his knuckles.
“Shu.”
The coin zinged through the air, embedding itself in the wall.
A chuckle escaped him.
Hogwarts won’t know what hit it.