Chapter 112: The Ritual of Escaping the "Watching"
It was already eight o'clock in the evening.
In the Ravenclaw common room, most students were quietly reading. Unlike other Houses, Ravenclaw students typically completed their homework right after class, leaving their evenings free for intellectual pursuits.
At this time, Alexander Smith stood up from his seat beside Harry, who was still deep in a game of Wizard's Chess with Ron. With a casual excuse, Alexander left the lounge.
Once away from Harry—who was, truthfully, the only person who might have noticed his departure—Alexander stepped through a hidden doorway and placed his left foot forward.
The next instant, he vanished.
He reappeared inside the true Castle Smith.
"Master, it is ready," came a respectful voice.
The house-elf Jack appeared beside him, holding a crystal-clear bottle in his small hands.
"This is the core reagent for the Moonlit Phantom Form," Alexander said softly. "Jack, do you understand the conditions required to create a superego—one that transcends the self?"
Jack nodded. "The soul of a sinful wizard—one who has lost himself after being refined by Gubulai's Fairy Fire."
"Correct," Alexander affirmed. "And one of the necessary components is my Phoenix Incarnation—because the power it contains is born from the wizarding desire for immortality, and their envy of transcendent beings."
"The second requirement," Alexander continued, "is a trustworthy magical creature—one that can restrain its desires. One who holds no ambition for power, fame, wealth, or beauty. One who treats my laws as higher than all the laws in the world. A being of pure sublimation. Who else could that be but you, Jack?"
Jack bowed deeply, eyes glistening with quiet loyalty.
"The third condition is thirty-six wizard souls—those who have committed unforgivable sins. Their wickedness justifies my use of them as sacrificial components."
Alexander held up the crystal bottle.
"The fourth requirement: fourteen code words. 'Spiral Staircase,' 'Unicorn,' 'Ruined Street,' 'Fig Tower,' 'Unicorn,' 'Theresa's Path,' 'Unicorn,' 'Singularity,' 'Giotto,' 'Angel,' 'Hydrangea,' 'Unicorn,' 'Singularity,' and 'Hidden Emperor.' I have engraved these upon the Phoenix Incarnation, as eternal reminders."
"The fifth," he said, his voice suddenly distant, "is courage. The courage to forsake the immortal form—the incarnation that has preserved me thus far."
"When the incarnation absorbs the thirty-six souls, a new self will be born."
"But for the true awakening to occur," he added, turning to Jack, "I need a servant I trust—to recite the secret words and unite our will."
"And the final condition is the location. 28°24′N, 80°36′W. At the moment of the next new moon… my immortality will truly begin."
A shimmering curtain of magic, invisible to mundane eyes, unfolded in front of him.
Alexander nodded. Jack stepped forward beside him.
In the next breath, the two figures—one tall, one short—disappeared from Castle Smith.
They appeared on the sands of Cape Canaveral, USA.
"Do you know why we're here, Jack?" Alexander asked.
"Yes, Master. The coordinates bring us to Cape Canaveral—famous in the Muggle world as the Aviation Coast, near the Kennedy Space Center and the Canaveral Air Force Base."
"The site was chosen as a rocket launch base to utilize Earth's rotation. The centrifugal force is strongest near the equator. Rockets launch eastward to ride this force."
Jack looked up. "In the wizarding world, magic seems distant from this place—but that distance is what you require. Your magic also seeks that centrifugal force."
"Exactly," Alexander replied. "Well done."
He drew his wand, and thirty-six radiant spheres emerged from the bottle, scattering onto the grassy earth around them.
Magic, after all, originates from the soul. A wizard's very being contains the potential to reshape the world.
Since Alexander had gained immortality, and especially after growing in power these past three years, he had become aware of the gaze. A strange, invisible watching.
As a descendant of the Peverells, ascending to great power was easy. But to reach the seventh level of divinity meant risking attention—perhaps interference—from ancient beings who had already transcended.
Were they mentors? Or executioners?
The Smith family had always sensed something. They had focused on alchemy, distanced themselves from spellcraft, and even stripped their ancestral homes of basic grimoires. Castle Smith had become a fortress against magical interference.
Every Smith had done the same.
From that, Alexander understood the truth.
If he didn't resolve this, he would remain stuck at Level 6—immortal, but stagnated. He would live only through his Phoenix Incarnation, eternally circling the threshold, but never crossing it.
Yes, with enough time, he could stack power-ups, develop devastating spells, and challenge gods themselves.
But it was unstable. Risky. One misstep—and it all crumbled.
So he chose a different path.
The Phoenix Incarnation—symbol of transcendence, freedom, rebirth—was the key.
This location, this timing, this fuel—would forge him a new, blank, undetectable identity. One the watchers could not see.
A new incarnation. A new godhood.
He took a deep breath.
And then Alexander Smith disappeared.
In his place stood a radiant being—something far beyond a Phoenix.
Its song echoed like divine music. Jack knelt and began reciting the fourteen code words.
At that moment, a gate opened in the void.
The true Castle Smith descended briefly into the world—and Cape Canaveral vanished from both Muggle and magical memory.
Sacred flames ignited around the divine bird as thirty-six souls circled it.
Thirty-six souls. Three hundred sixty degrees. A complete revolution.
The bird flew the circle—its wings slicing through time and space. Each soul lit a flame in its path.
Then—
The first ray of the new moon fell.
A silvery, radiant humanoid form took shape in the air.
Ancient lines adorned its body, echoing creation itself. It radiated power—enough to level a nation.
To gaze upon it was to feel one's very eyes burn.
"Spiral Staircase, Unicorn, Ruined Street, Fig Tower, Unicorn, Theresa's Path, Unicorn, Singularity, Giotto, Angel, Hydrangea, Unicorn, Singularity, Hidden Emperor," chanted Jack, now aloud, now in ritual cadence.
The god opened its eyes.
And Alexander Smith awakened.
Under the dark sky of the new moon, a naked young man stood at the center of the ritual circle. His eyes sparkled with silver light.
The castle around him flickered, and then—
They vanished.
Alexander Smith, his true self reborn, stepped beyond the gaze.
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