Today had not been a good day. Funerals were never happy. Ben Verres was supposed to live a long and healthy life. But now he was dead. The doctors had said that it was a fatal heart attack, and that there was nothing they could do. Now his beloved grandfather was dead, at 72. Harry knew that he was engaging in all sorts of all sorts of biases by feeling this bad at his death. After all, two people died every single second. The scale of that horror was too large as to be able to comprehend. And there was nothing he could do about it. Sure, Harry could make everyone in the magical world immortal, but that was a drop in the bucket. His Vow bound him from tearing down the Statue. It was terrible, but it was inevitable. Six billion muggles thinking creatively was far too likely to destroy the world. And there was no way to make everyone use reasonable precautions. And to do that, he'd have to take over the world. Well. It was certainly possible, if he could do it safely. But it would be dangerous. He needed a reason to do it, to take action. That was obvious. The muggles were advancing and growing inexorably. The Soviets had collapsed less than a year ago. There were thousands of nuclear weapons in unstable hands. Inevitably, the muggles would destroy the world. And even they didn't, eventually some muggleborn would be both smart and stupid enough to transfigure antimatter. But if he conquered both worlds, and bound everyone, that risk would vastly reduced. Now, thinking about it, he was bound to do his best to take over the world. He needed to start researching.