Back in Britain, I apparated directly to Vault 12, the legendary vault from the Hogwarts Legacy timeline. The air hummed with the weight of the ancient magic stored within. For days, I immersed myself in this vault, completing the trials with ease. My mastery of magic had reached the point where even the most complex constructs of the vault bent willingly to my will.
But I didn't stop there. The ancient magic itself demanded study, and I poured over it, deciphering its depths. It was unlike anything in the standard curriculum of Hogwarts or the knowledge the founders had left me—it was raw, primal, and infinitely manipulable. Within days, I understood how to create Guardians, the ancient Knights forged from magic itself. They were powerful constructs, capable of defending territories, enforcing my will, and striking with force rivaling seasoned combatants.
As I left the vault, I made sure to set aside several of these ancient magical constructs for later deployment. Then I turned to the goblins, giving orders for multiple vaults to be constructed strictly for war funding. After all, every revolution required capital. Gold, enchanted artifacts, and enchanted weapons—all of it was necessary if I wanted to stand against Dumbledore or any other rival forces.
I also began purchasing territories—remote forests, abandoned castles, mountains, and islands. Each would become a strategic base, a training ground, or a research facility. Some would hold my magical laboratories; others would store weapons, potions, or the countless minions I was beginning to assemble.
As I walked through my strategy, the system finally chimed, breaking the rhythmic hum of my magical studies.
Congratulations, Host. You have recruited different magical creatures. Rewards issued based on your recruits.
I smirked, already knowing this would amplify my power in ways that would make Dumbledore pause.
For recruiting vampires:You have gained a natural immortal body. Your body will no longer age and will remain at its current peak of youth.
I flexed my fingers, imagining centuries of growth and knowledge without the decay of age. Immortality was no longer theoretical—it was guaranteed.
For recruiting werewolves:You have perfect knowledge of Wolfsbane potion, the means to perfectly cure werewolves, and the ability to remove the curse entirely.
I felt a thrill at the potential—every werewolf I met could now serve without being a liability, and no curse would bind them against my will.
For recruiting giants:You have gained superhuman endurance and strength beyond natural limits.
I allowed my body to revel in the surge of raw power coursing through me, a perfect fusion of strength and magical energy.
For recruiting goblins:You have gained access to goblin alchemical knowledge and crafting methods.
The possibilities for magical artifacts and enchanted weapons expanded exponentially in my mind. I could craft tools that rivaled the founders' relics themselves.
For recruiting Acromantula:You have gained immunity to all poisons and venom.
A simple, yet vital addition. I smiled—poison would never again be a threat, whether from beasts, enemies, or magical traps.
With these rewards integrated into my body and mind, I began planning the next stage of my revolution.
Dementors. They were formidable, and if I could convince them—or control them through enchantments—they would be an unstoppable army. Inferi, though not recruitable, could be created en masse, becoming soldiers who obeyed without hesitation. I envisioned training them, binding them with ancient magic, and stationing them in strategic locations.
Then came the more ambitious idea: squibs. Those born without magical ability. In the wrong hands, squibs were useless. In my hands… they could become tools. I could create a mechanism, a spell, or a ritual to temporarily grant magic to squibs—but only if they swore loyalty to me. My mind raced with the implications: an entirely new class of magically enhanced soldiers, entirely loyal, entirely obedient.
The system alerted me to my next research goal:
Research Goal Detected: Allow squibs to use magic. Successful implementation will reward host with Double Magical Power.
A thrill surged through me. This wasn't merely an enhancement—it was evolution. Every magical boundary could be pushed, and I would be the one to push it. With the vault's ancient magic, the goblins' resources, and my growing army of creatures and constructs, the pieces were all falling into place.
I looked over my plans: war bases, magical laboratories, Guardians ready to be created, creatures fully under my command, and an ambitious plan to manipulate the magical world at every level. Soon, even Dumbledore would have no choice but to reckon with me.
And I would be ready.