From the moment I pledged myself as Salazar's descendant, my days transformed into something extraordinary.
Salazar Slytherin—proud, sharp, and unflinchingly demanding—took me under his wing. He did not hold back. Every secret, every trick, every forbidden strand of magic he had ever mastered… he shared it with me.
I learned his unique magic, spells that no one else had seen in centuries. Dark magic flowed naturally through my veins, guided by his teachings, each incantation more potent than the last. Every lesson was rigorous; mistakes were not tolerated, but he smiled when I excelled, pride flashing in his cold, piercing eyes.
But it wasn't just the spells.
He revealed his fighting style, a method of magical combat so intricate it was like watching a living chessboard. He taught me to anticipate ten moves ahead, to calculate contingencies for every scenario, to predict an opponent's strategy before they even thought it. Every duel became a lesson in precision, timing, and ruthlessness.
Salazar also taught me the subtleties of politics and manipulation—how to bend others without them noticing, how to play both sides, how to anticipate alliances and betrayals. His words weren't just instructions; they were a blueprint for shaping the world according to one's vision.
And still, there was more.
Under his guidance, I mastered potions and alchemy, combining ingredients in ways that produced both devastating effects and subtle magical enhancements. Each mixture, each formula, was a reflection of centuries of experimentation. With his knowledge and my own talent, I could create objects of incredible power and potions that could alter the very course of events.
Even the darkest, most secretive magic—rituals and spells that had been lost or hidden for centuries—became tools in my grasp. Salazar trusted me not just because I was his blood, but because my talent was undeniable. He often remarked, with a rare smile, that I surpassed expectations in ways he had not seen in generations.
By the end of my first year in the past, I had transformed completely. I was no longer just a time-traveling wizard—I was Salazar's heir in knowledge, power, and cunning.
Every day was exhausting, yet exhilarating. Every night, I would replay lessons in my mind, refining my mastery, expanding my magical reserves, and thinking ahead to the future war I would shape with my subordinates.
This year wasn't just about learning magic—it was about becoming the architect of a new magical world.