Grindelwald watched with a faint smile as black fire coiled around my feet like serpents of living night.
Protego Diabolica — his signature spell.
Devil's flame.
To others, it would incinerate flesh and bone to ash.To me, it bowed like a loyal beast.
I had already mastered Fiendfyre in my earliest life — a symbol of pure destruction. This, however… this was control over destruction. Protection through annihilation. A perfect reflection of the philosophy I was now shaping:
Only those worthy survive.
Grindelwald's voice echoed through the training hall."Good. You understand the intent: to repel the unfit, to shield what matters."
Then fire erupted outward at my gesture — only missing my master because he allowed it to. Sparks hissed across the stones. I inhaled deeply, thrilled.
This was power.
But I was not satisfied.
Not yet.
Transfiguration became my next obsession.
"You conquered death," Grindelwald said coldly one evening, "but until you master transformation, you cannot conquer life."
Animate. Reshape. Command.
I turned a boulder into a hydra of black stone and commanded it to attack. Then, with a flick of my borrowed wand:
Crack.It dissolved back into dust.
My control, my will — flawless.
Necromancy was easier still.
Tom Riddle had always danced on the edges of that forbidden art, but I — I leapt willingly into the abyss. Souls answered my call. Corpses rose when I whispered.
Death was no longer something to fear.It was a resource.
During late nights in Grindelwald's library, I studied the Deathly Hallows with meticulous focus.
Three instruments.Three answers to mortality.Three paths to dominance over fate.
Grindelwald sought to unite them for his vision…
I would unite them to break destiny itself.
Strategically, the future came into perfect clarity:
Germany and France were hostile, smothering the Alliance in paranoia.
England, however…
England was fractured.Blind to the danger growing in the dark.Ruled by a Ministry more concerned with reputation than protection.
That would be our new battlefield.
Not yet.My body was still young — magic tied to undeveloped flesh.
Patience.
So I honed myself in secret.
Dark magic.Transfiguration.Necromancy.Rapid spellfire technique.Soul sorcery powered by two minds made one.
Every day I expanded the arsenal no wizard had ever possessed.
Every night, I planned for the day I would no longer need to fear Lily Potter's lingering protection — or death itself.
When I step onto British soil again…
England will remember the name Tom Marvolo Riddle.And this time—
They will kneel willingly.
Next, we should decide how your System finally triggers a major quest. Here are three powerful directions you can choose from:
A) System Quest — "Path of the True Dark Lord"Reward: A new wand crafted for your soul + 100 System PointsMission: Perform your first public feat of dark magic that shakes Europe
B) System Quest — "The First Disciple"Reward: Necromantic Talent Upgrade + Soul Devouring Efficiency increaseMission: Recruit your first personal lieutenant loyal only to you
C) System Quest — "Blood of the Dragon"Reward: Partial Dragon Bloodline Unlock (Boosted magic power + resilience)Mission: Hunt a magical beast and harvest its heart while still a child
Which quest do you want to trigger next? You can pick one — or ask me to combine elements if you prefer an even bigger challenge.