Harry Potter with Technology System

As Harry stepped back to admire his handiwork, Nigel's voice chimed in. "Quite the display, Master Harry. You've rendered them utterly defenseless and a bit ridiculous, if I may add."

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of achievement at the successful use of his new spells in the Virtual Potion Crafting Room. "It's good practice," he acknowledged to himself, "But not enough." The recent spellcasting was satisfying, yet Harry knew that to truly master his magic, especially his wandless capabilities, he needed a greater challenge.

"Nigel," he said, addressing the AI companion, "can you emulate a grand wizard? Keep their forms as Vernon and Dudley; it fires my spirit. But make them, well, capable of moving around unlike their real selves and give them magic and wands. I want to test all my spells in combat." Harry was aware of the challenge ahead. Combat spellcasting, especially wandless, required immense focus and precision, skills he was still developing.

As if responding to his thoughts, the virtual figures of Vernon and Dudley transformed before his eyes. They still retained their comical appearance, but now each held a wand, their postures hinting at a newfound magical prowess.

"Very well, Master Harry," Nigel's voice resonated in the room, tinged with a hint of intrigue. "But remember, combat magic is a dance of strategy and quick thinking. Let's see how you fare."

The virtual Vernon and Dudley began to move, their actions surprisingly fluid and skilled, a stark contrast to their real-world counterparts. They raised their wands, ready to engage in magical combat.

Dudley was the first to attack, launching a spell Harry didn't recognize. "Stupefy!" he exclaimed, his wand emitting a bright red jet of light. Harry, caught off guard, stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding the Stunning Spell. It was a stark reminder that in this virtual combat, Dudley and Vernon were not restricted to spells Harry knew.

Harry quickly regained his composure, realizing the need for immense focus, especially in wandless magic. He retaliated with a "Levitation Charm," Wingardium Leviosa, targeting Dudley's clothes. The charm, though successful in lifting Dudley slightly off the ground, was clumsier than Harry had intended, his concentration faltering under the pressure of combat.

Vernon, seizing the opportunity, cast an unknown spell, a jet of green light aiming straight for Harry. "Avifors!" Harry shouted instinctively, turning the table into flock of birds. The spell, and flying avian, managed to deflect the attack, but just barely. Harry's execution was far from perfect, his wandless casting still unrefined under duress.

Harry knew he needed to adapt quickly. Wandless magic required a different approach, a deeper connection with his magical core. He focused, envisioning the energy flowing through him, and cast a "Freezing Charm," Immobulus, at Vernon. The spell hit its mark, but the effect was weaker than expected, only slowing Vernon down rather than fully immobilizing him.

Dudley, now back on the ground, launched a series of spells, each more complex than the last. "Expelliarmus! Incendio! Petrificus Totalus!" he yelled in quick succession. Harry, struggling to keep up, countered with a mix of dodges and hastily cast protective spells. His responses were reactive rather than strategic, his inexperience in magical combat evident. He created Ice Jinx to block some of the spells.

Nigel's voice echoed in Harry's mind, a blend of encouragement and sarcasm. "Quite the magical duel you've got here, Master Harry. But remember, flailing about is not a strategy."

Harry, amidst dodging another spell from Dudley, replied mentally, "Easier said than done, Nigel."

Vernon and Dudley, their wands raised high, chanted in unison, "Fiendfyre!" The incantation unleashed a roaring blaze, its fierce flames rapidly melting the ice Harry had conjured. The fire, voracious and uncontrolled, began to advance towards Harry, threatening to engulf even the smokescreen he had created.

As the Fiendfyre roared towards Harry, its flames burning with an intensity that threatened to consume everything in their path, Harry realized the gravity of the situation. Fiendfyre, a magical fire known for its destructive power and difficulty to control, was not something he could easily counter with his current repertoire of spells.

Dudley, with a smirk, watched the flames advance, confident in the spell's potency. Vernon, standing beside him, prepared to launch another spell, anticipating Harry's defeat.

Harry, his mind racing for a solution, hoped his mastery of the "Ice Jinx" could save him. It was a desperate thought – ice against such a powerful fire – but it was the only option he had. He focused his mind, attempting to generate ice in a form large enough to at least slow down the Fiendfyre.

Nigel, observing the scene, remarked, "A bit of ice in the face of a dragon's breath. Bold move, Master Harry."

Harry's Ice Jinx conjured a massive wall of ice, rising to meet the fiery onslaught. For a moment, the ice held, steam and mist filling the air as the two elemental forces clashed. But the Fiendfyre, fueled by magical energy, began to melt through the barrier, its flames undeterred.

Realizing the futility of his actions, Harry quickly shifted his strategy. He decided to use his modified "Levitation Charm" (Wingardium Leviosa) on his own clothes, making himself lighter to enhance his mobility. This spell modification was a gamble to gain agility and create distance between himself and the Fiendfyre.

Nigel, sensing the urgency, advised, "Swift feet may be your best ally here, Master Harry."

Harry darted around the room, his movements enhanced by the spell, avoiding the flames that continued to spread. Vernon and Dudley, surprised by Harry's sudden burst of speed, tried to keep up with their spells, but Harry's agility kept him one step ahead.

However, the Fiendfyre was relentless, and Harry soon found himself cornered. The heat was intense, and he could feel the searing air threatening to overwhelm him. In a last-ditch effort, Harry cast the "Smokescreen Spell," hoping to create a diversion and obscure his opponents' vision.

The smokescreen provided a momentary cover, but Vernon and Dudley, experienced in the virtual dueling program, quickly adapted. They continued their assault, casting spells through the smoke, trying to locate Harry.

As the smoke cleared and the light failed to have any effect, Harry realized he was outmatched. The virtual Vernon and Dudley, programmed to be formidable opponents, had the upper hand with the Fiendfyre. Harry knew that in a real duel, such a spell could have disastrous consequences, and his current level of skill was not sufficient to counter it effectively.

Breathing heavily and feeling the heat intensifying, Harry made the decision to end the simulation. "Nigel, terminate the program," he said, his voice a mixture of frustration and resignation.

The flames vanished instantly as the virtual environment reset, leaving Harry standing alone in the now-empty room. The lesson was clear – there was much more he needed to learn.

Sitting in the now empty Virtual Potion Crafting Room, Harry's breath came in heavy gasps. The phantom sensation of Fiendfyre's hot flames lingered on his skin, a vivid reminder of the simulation's intensity. He realized the stark truth – his malnourished body, a legacy of years of neglect at the Dursleys, was catching up to him. Though he had made progress, it was not enough. His recent combat simulation against the virtual representations of Vernon and Dudley had highlighted a crucial gap in his magical education.

"I need to work out, Nigel," Harry said, determination evident in his voice. "My physical strength isn't matching up to my magical abilities. I need to put on some muscle, learn some dodging techniques, and increase my stamina. Wizards can't rely solely on spells."

Nigel's voice, responded with a pep. "Indeed, Master Harry. A sound mind in a sound body, as they say. Though I must say, watching you duck and dive in there was more entertaining than I anticipated."

Harry smiled faintly at Nigel's remark, as always AI was quick witted in response, and had a twisted way of uplifting his mood. "I'm glad I could provide some entertainment. But seriously, Nigel, I need a training regimen, something that will help me build my physical endurance and agility."

"Very well," Nigel replied. "Let's design a comprehensive fitness program for you. You'll need a blend of cardiovascular exercises for stamina, strength training for muscle building, and agility drills for quick reflexes. And perhaps, Master Harry, you should consider some basic martial arts training as well. It never hurts to have a few physical tricks up your sleeve."

Harry nodded in agreement. "That sounds like a plan. Let's get started."

Over the next few weeks, Harry embarked on a rigorous physical training routine. Each morning, he would wake up early, often before Petunia started her daily chores, and head to the small backyard of Privet Drive. There, under Nigel's virtual guidance, he would jog in place, do sets of push-ups, sit-ups, and other bodyweight exercises. He focused on building his core strength, knowing it was essential for both physical and magical endurance.

His afternoons were dedicated to agility training. Nigel had created a series of virtual obstacles in the Virtual Room, and Harry would practice dodging, weaving, and jumping, honing his reflexes and spatial awareness. The physical exertion was exhausting, but Harry could feel himself getting stronger, faster, and more confident with each passing day.

As the sun set, Harry would often practice martial arts basics. Nigel, drawing upon various styles and techniques, instructed Harry in the art of self-defense. Harry learned basic stances, punches, kicks, and blocks. Although he hoped never to use them in a real fight, he understood the value of being prepared.