Decades have passed since I first claimed the Chamber of Secrets as my domain, yet time itself seems reluctant to touch me. I remain as I appeared at nineteen — unaging, untouchable — though the weight of over sixty years of knowledge burns behind my eyes.
In the world of magic, my name has become legend. Alchemists whisper it with reverence; scholars compare me to Merlin himself. I have ascended to the rank of Grand Master in Alchemy, Potions, Transfiguration, and the Dark Arts. My skill in Charms nearly matches that level, and my grasp of magic — both pure and profane — has surpassed even the boundaries of theory.
Alchemy, though, remains my truest obsession. My research has led me far beyond what the world considers possible. Through it, I've begun to study the essence of life itself — the power that threads through both creatures and creation. My experiments with magical beasts have borne fruit. I've successfully crafted several chimaeras, fusing the strengths of multiple creatures into a single living form.
Dragons, too, have long captured my fascination. Their blood — volatile, ancient, and brimming with power — holds endless potential. I have uncovered countless new applications for it, even discovering properties hidden for centuries. The same can be said for basilisk blood; its alchemical value is beyond measure, dangerous but deeply rewarding for one who knows how to handle it.
My growing expertise has not gone unnoticed. Within the alchemical community, I am hailed as the second coming of Merlin — a being of impossible talent and eternal youth. They marvel at my discoveries but will never grasp the full extent of what I've achieved.
Lately, my research has taken another turn — one that explores the boundaries of identity itself. The study of the Animagus transformation fascinated me. Through potion work and experimentation, I mastered the transformation into my Animagus form: a serpent — fitting, considering where my path began. But I was not satisfied with just one form.
Over the next three years, I pushed further, bending the laws of transfiguration and soul magic to my will. My efforts granted me what no witch or wizard has ever attained — complete mastery over animal transformation. Now I can take the form of nearly any creature I wish — wolf, raven, eagle, or serpent — shifting shape as easily as breathing.
Even more extraordinary, I have learned to communicate with these creatures. Their instincts, their language, their emotions — all flow through me as though they were my own.
I am no longer merely human.
I am something greater — the culmination of every secret magic has ever tried to hide.