A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Occlumency is a magical discipline that seals one's mind, preventing intrusion by Legilimency.

At its most basic level, Occlumency requires emptying one's mind, by not thinking, not recalling, not feeling anything, thereby blocking a Legilimens from sensing emotions and thoughts.

More advanced Occlumency involves selectively sealing specific thoughts, emotions, or memories, even fabricating false memories to present an impeccable illusion to a skilled Legilimens.

This makes it incredibly difficult to tell if someone trained in Occlumency is lying.

Learning Occlumency demands immense willpower, similar to resisting the Imperius Curse. 

Additionally, it requires emotional and mental discipline. It can also counter the effects of Veritaserum, provided the wizard isn't caught off guard.

However, Occlumency is an obscure and highly challenging magic, not part of the standard Hogwarts curriculum.

Despite this, Dumbledore insisted William master Occlumency before he could escape the time loop.

Emptying the mind is no easy task, as intrusive thoughts forming was inevitable.

Sometimes, the sunlight was too pleasant, his body too relaxed, and clearing his mind felt like a slow descent into sleep.

To eliminate distractions, William tried various methods.

Potions worked wonders, and William knew several that could suppress intrusive thoughts. 

However, Dumbledore forbade excessive use, fearing he might become dependent—turning potion-taking into substance abuse.

Thus, William sought alternative ways to clear his mind.

He thought the "Sage Mode" state might be ideal for Occlumency training, but such a state wasn't something he could achieve at his age.

After much thought, he ended up borrowing an idea from Naruto's training in Mount Myoboku—yes, you read that right.

Like Naruto, who trained atop towering stone pillars, balancing a plank of wood at the peak to focus his energy, William decided to mimic this.

Williams middle school pirit was over flowing. It's not like anyone would remember what he did today tomorrow(the next today!).

He climbed to the top of a castle tower, conjured a wooden plank with his wand, and balanced it on the pinnacle.

This absurdly embarrassing act attracted a massive crowd of young wizards below, forming a sea of onlookers.

Professor Flitwick rushed to the scene in panic.

"Child, don't do anything rash!"

Flitwick disappeared into the crowd, floating mid-air as he shouted, "William, come down! Whatever is troubling you, I can help!

"Is it academic stress? Financial issues at home? Or perhaps something about love?

"Tell me!"

Professor Snape, meanwhile, stood among the throng, clearly enjoying the spectacle, with popcorn his his hands.

With a malicious grin, he encouraged the Slytherin students to chant: "Jump! Jump!"

Ignoring the commotion, William climbed atop his broomstick, carefully placing both feet on the wobbling plank.

To maintain balance, he quickly cleared his mind.

He slowly released his grip on the broomstick and finally stood steady.

"Not too hard," he muttered.

But then—whoosh!

A gentle breeze sent the plank into a violent shake, causing William to sway precariously.

Let's all sway, sway together, forget all our worries, sway together…

What happened next, William couldn't recall. All he remembered was the strong wind and the sun in his eyes that day.

The sun shone high in the sky, students shouted from below, and he emptied his mind, merging with the universe… becoming the first Hogwarts student to fall off the castle .

Boba Tea, perched atop the tower, curiously watched its human shtit shovel officer tumble from the tower peak.

Its feline mind was full of questions—why wasn't the human hunting mice instead of doing this?

Plummeting from the hundred-meter-high castle left William gravely injured and in a vegitative state.

The Quidditch match was abruptly canceled. Harry wasn't lured to the fourth-floor forbidden corridor, and the basilisk never appeared.

Hermione wept bitterly, practically a river of tears.

That evening, William dominated the headlines of numerous newspapers, complete with a grainy, low-resolution photo capturing his fall from the castle.

"Shocking! Youngest Order of Merlin Recipient William Stark Dies by Suicide Under Academic Pressure—Experts Call for Less Stress in Schools!"

"Daredevil or Madman? William Stark's Reckless End!"

"Another Tragedy at Hogwarts—Is It Time to Hold Dumbledore Accountable?"

"Suicide or Foul Play? Stark Declared 'Victory' Just This Morning!"

"A Loss for the Empire—A Genius Falls!"

"Madam Umbridge Proposes Mental Health Experts for Hogwarts!"

"Snape Under Investigation by Aurors—Teacher or Menace?"

Yet William's self-destructive behavious did not stop because of some accidents.

In the 365th time loop, he died while racing a thestral-drawn carriage too fast around a bend, sending it plunging into the Black Lake.

Following that incident, William launched the inaugural Hogwarts TT Race, modeled after the Isle of Man TT.

The Isle of Man, a small island between England and Ireland, hosts one of the world's most prestigious and dangerous motorcycle races. 

The course, a 60-kilometer loop with 226 curves, is the longest globally.

Despite over 250 deaths in the race's history, it continues to attract elite riders risking it all.

It can even be said that Isle of man was the God's recruitemnt plaza for elite motorcyclists.

What man doesn't dream of speed, especially on a motorcycle?

While Hogwarts couldn't host a "violent motorbike" race, William used dragon blood to lure thestrals.

Over a hundred thestrals, each pulling a carriage, were enlisted.

William offered an extravagant prize of 10,000 Galleons for the winner (knowing no one would remember the next day).

The massive reward incited a frenzy among students, eager to join Hogwarts' version of high-speed racing.

Even the reclusive Professor Trelawney was drawn in—desperately needing funds, she took part.

William's course was complex, circling the school five times and weaving through the castle itself.

Thestrals, especially after consuming dragon blood, far surpassed the speed of Isle of Man motorcycles, rivaling top-tier supercars.

William hosted over a hundred races. His reckless speed and refusal to slow down at curves led to countless crashes—only once did he survive unscathed.

Through these constant, back to back deaths, William forged an iron will.

Soon, he could clear his mind almost instantly.

Returning to Dumbledore, William resumed his Occlumency training.

He mastered the art in just three afternoons, leaving even Dumbledore stunned at his rapid progress.

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