Made using the Magic Multiverse Mayhem by graevface. I've posted this story on Questionable Questing where I use the same username it's up to 80 thousand words. aaronwilliams525 has requested that I post it on this site as well. I'm posting all eighty thousand words today please wait for reviewing.
Setup
You
Gain: 5 Magic
Gain: 5 Points
You are the one going through the CYOA. All the choices here affect you.
Easy
Gain: 20 Magic
Gain: 10 Points
Elder Blood (The Witcher)
Cost: 7 Magic
Incompatible: Fluke
You possess the Elder Blood, a magical bloodline that grants you the ability to travel to other worlds and vast magical power.
Adaptation
Cost: 20 Magic
You have the ability to adapt to the magic of whatever world you go to. It takes time for this adaptation to take place, generally in the range of several months and it is dependent on a variety of factors such as the complexity of the magic, how common it is, and its strength. If that world has multiple magic systems, then you will gain them according to the most common order.
Earth (Harry Potter)
Gain: 5 Magic
Gain: 5 Points
The Harry Potter series focuses on the protagonist, Harry Potter and his introduction into the secret Wizarding World and his conflict with the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort.
The Leaky Cauldron
Gain: 1 Magic
Gain: 1 Point
You appear in the Leaky Cauldron.
Chamber of Secrets
Gain: 1 Magic
Gain: 1 Point
You appear at the time of the second Harry Potter book.
Clarity
Cost: 0 Magic
Cost: 4 Points
Your mind has been made to be exceptionally clear. Your ability to focus and comprehend things has increased.
Archive
Cost: 0 Magic
Cost: 4 Points
Your memory has been enhanced to be nearly perfect. You won't forget anything important, although the minute details may escape you.
Sharpshooter
Cost: 0 Magic
Cost: 3 Points
You have greatly enhanced your aim. You intuitively can aim any device you know how to operate with nearly perfect accuracy.
Return
Cost: 1 Magic
Cost: 3 Points
The items you have bought in the Items section now return to you if you lose them.
Firearm
Cost: 0 Magic
Cost: 1 Point
You have a handgun of some sort.
Valyrian Steel
Cost: 1 Magic
Cost: 2 Points
You have a Valyrian Steel weapon of some sort.
Bag of Holding
Cost: 2 Magic
Cost: 2 Points
You have a bag which can hold more than its volume inside itself. When you put your hand into it, you will automatically find what you're looking for.
Inventory
Handgun
Remington Model 700 bolt-action hunting rifle
Longclaw
Pouch of Holding
Maple Wand
Thestral-hide coat
Dragonhide Boots and Belt
Goblin-Silver Dagger
Shotgun
Potions
Ingredients
Instant Fortress
Everlasting Rations
Goggles of Night
Amulet of Proof against Detection and Location
Ring of Mind Shielding
Ring of Feather Falling
Wand of Fireballs
Wand of Firebolt
Wand of Lightning Bolts
Wand of Magic Detection
Wand of Magic Missiles
Wand Of Web
Wand of Entangle
Boots of the Winterlands
Earing of Comprehend Languages
Mithral Armour
Alchemy Jug
The Staff of Magnus
College of Winterhold Robes
Enchanted Clothing
Magic Multiverse Mayhem (A CYOA Story)
Part 1
Diagon Alley. The Wizarding World.
I'd not really believed that magic was actually a thing when I'd first begun to explore the possibility that it existed. I'd imagined, and hoped that there was more out there than what science could explain, but it had taken time for me to accept the truth.
It had all started after some relative of mine, one I couldn't recall actually ever meeting, had died and despite me not even attending his funeral, he'd left me what at first looked to merely be some books on the occult. No one had ever left me anything before so I'd been very interested in what had been delivered to my home.
This unknown great-uncle of mine had been a big fan of the weird and the whacky, and once I'd started understanding his research I'd been able to unlock the magical potential that my relative claimed was in our bloodline.
Not that I'd thought that any of it would work out until I found a real pouch of holding, one that had been left behind by now dead relative, a man who in his journal claimed to have the magical power to travel to different worlds after awakening the power within.
Further evidence that my great-uncle hadn't simply been a crazy old man had been provided in the form of a sword. At first, I thought that it was just a replica of Jon Snow's Longclaw, only the sword had great balance and the blade was very sharp. It was no mass-produced piece of merchandise of that I was sure.
So this meant that unless it was a very good replica forged by an expert metalsmith, the world of ASOIAF actually existed somewhere in the vast multiverse. Not that I had any intention of going anywhere near that hellhole unless I had a good reason and a lot of magical power to use to keep myself safe.
Once I'd gotten tangible proof of the existence of magic I'd devoted myself to finding out if I could use magic and I too had awakened the Elder Blood within me. As it turned out Elder Blood is not just part of the lore for the Witcher franchise, it's a real thing, and it allows you some things that are very impressive.
I discovered that I was a user of magic. I was a carrier of the Elder Blood and within me, I had the power to travel to different worlds. I also possessed vast magical power that I simply needed to learn how to unlock. My great-uncle's research would be a great help with that even if his work was lacking in much detail.
Once I'd felt confident enough I'd tested my power and had transported myself around my world, and then I'd begun to venture further. Later on, I'd done what anyone with the talent to travel the multiverse should do, I'd gone to a world where human civilization had collapsed so that I could stock up on gold.
I'd not remained in that world for that long because while awakening my talents had changed me my skills and knowledge weren't well suited for keeping me alive in that world. I didn't want to get myself killed before I'd really even started on my path to power. Thankfully I'd only had to shoot one zombie with the gun my great-uncle had left me with everything else.
Zombies don't seem to last very long once they run out of people to eat and/or infect. This makes sense as they are still corpses and decaying. They don't heal so those little cuts and bruises that humans often get, start to take their toil. Zombies simply fall apart and then stop being able to move. As I discovered for myself.
The dangers of the multiverse were why I'd come to the setting of a series of children's books to learn magic. As long I avoided the Death Eaters and their master I should be fine. Given enough time I knew that I would unlock the ability to learn the local magic because that was another talent of my bloodline. My home universe must simply lack any systems of magic to learn.
I wondered if my great-uncle had gone out into the multiverse and bitten off more than he could chew and then limped back home to die. Not that I knew for sure he was dead as I'd not seen a body, and I couldn't recall anyone ever mentioning a funeral. I wondered if he had faked his death and gone looking for a more meaningful life out in the multiverse.
Perhaps I should go back to my world and fake my own death once I had the means to do so, but I felt that my family would understand me leaving if they read the note I'd left behind. While they didn't know where I was going I'd left them with the impression I'd taken a chance to go off and explore.
I pushed such thoughts so as to better focus on the present as well as the future and I felt glad that ever since I'd awakened the potential of my bloodline I had an easier time focusing. Even my memory seemed to have improved. A byproduct of accessing the Elder Blood and I wondered what else it would change about me.
Looking around I assured myself that I was really here in Diagon Alley, in the Wizarding World, and while a few people had given me odd looks, perhaps because I had a sword strapped to my back, most of the natives were happy to ignore me as they focused on their own business.
Maybe it wasn't just the sword? My muggle clothing might be catching people's eyes as while many of the children wore such clothes the adults all had on their robes. I would have to buy some robes if I wanted to blend in, and so I hoped that I'd find some simple ones that didn't make me look like a fool. Otherwise, I would need to limit the amount of time I spent in the magical community.
I did consider hiding my sword in my pouch of holding, but I wanted it within arm's reach in case anything went wrong. I didn't know when I'd arrived and if the Death Eaters made an appearance I only had so many bullets on my person. Not that I really knew how to use a sword, but it would be better than nothing.
Another factor in the looks being sent my way could be how much I was staring at the buildings. It was just like in the movies only the alley was even bigger and there were side streets that contained businesses that I couldn't recall reading about in the books or seeing in the movies. I would have explored them during my time in this world.
The building that soon had my attention was Gringotts bank. I soon saw a sign that told me that the bank's motto was Fortius Quo Fidelius, a Latin phrase that I felt sure meant strength through loyalty.
Once I got inside the bank, I'd disarmed myself first so as not to cause problems, I saw a poem that made me smile.
"Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there"
Upon seeing a free teller I went over.
"Excuse me, sir," I said "Do you by any chance convert gold into currency?".
This part of my plan was risky as while it was easy to pick up gold in one of the many worlds that had been overrun by zombies or in which human civilization had collapsed for some other reason, it was just lying around, the goblins might decide to take what I had by force or inform the Ministry that there was an unknown man going around with lots of gold on his person.
I'd considered just exchanging gold directly for services, and I might get away with that a few times before the Ministry found out, but I'd much rather get some proper money and shop the normal way even if it meant waiting as then I'd draw far less attention to myself. Until I mastered a few types of magic I was too weak to risk tangling with even the incompetent Ministry of Magic.
"How much gold?" I was asked.
I placed a bar of gold on the desk, one that had its purity and weight on display but no hint of its source, something that made me think it wasn't exactly kosher. The goblin licked the bar and then ran some sort of instrument over the metal.
"Wait here" the creature instructed.
He took the gold with me and hurried off. I forced myself to look relaxed, but I was actually rather nervous as very soon I might need to outrun some greedy goblins and teleport myself out of this universe, as it turned out I need not have worried. I was soon escorted to a posh office.
Part 2
Gringotts. Diagon Alley.
Despite it being summer there was a lit fire in the large and posh office. I quickly looked around to see shelves crammed with books, scrolls, and a few devices I had no name for, The large wooden desk was similarly cluttered with bits of parchment, bottles of ink, quills and an abacus as if this was a bank trapped in centuries past. Oddly I found it to be rather charming rather than primitive.
"I am Bloodaxe," said the goblin as he gestured to a seat made for a human rather than a goblin "I will be your account manager".
Just like that, I had an account with Gringotts and as hoped they had realised that they'd make more profit from working with me than finding some excuse to rob me before feeding me to a dragon.
"I am Macross" I stated.
Naming anything or anyone had never been a strength of mine and I'd gotten that name from a fantasy series. I'd wanted to choose a new name for myself as I was very different from the person I used to be. Besides, I did wear a lot of black clothing.
"No family name?" I was asked.
The goblin was already taking notes.
"I'm what some people call a Muggleborn," I said, trying not to lie "My family name means nothing here".
The goblin didn't visibly react to this information. I doubted they cared who opened up vaults as long as it made the bank some profit.
"How much gold would you like to be converted into galleons?" was the next question.
I was pleased that the bank wasn't wasting any time with needless small talk. Goblins don't like humans and I didn't care about them so the sooner this was done with the better. I just needed to make use of the bank's services.
"A lot" I answered.
After reaching into my pouch of holding I laid enough gold down to make the goblin stop and stare for a moment. The account manager took his time, or maybe it was her time although I got the sense that this was a male goblin, in inspecting the gold. Weighing it, licking it, and then running some device over the bars.
I'd taken more gold than anyone should ever need because I knew that I couldn't just go back and get more whenever I felt like it. I had to stay in a world for months to adapt to it.
At least according to my great-uncle's notes and since I didn't know if that time could be broken up or not I would have to remain in this world until I felt sure the process was complete.
"Not stolen" Bloodaxe muttered.
How he could tell that I had no idea I was just pleased that they had decided so. I supposed that it could be considered salvaged rather than stolen since it had been owned by organisations and people who no longer existed.
"I'd like about 10% to be converted into pounds" I mentioned.
Once I have some command of the local magic I might be able to whip up a muggle identity and open up a bank account in that world where it mattered if you had a form of ID or not. The magical world didn't seem to care about such things as far as I could tell. As for the Muggle world, I'd need cash and lots of it.
"That won't be possible," said Bloodaxe "I don't we have enough Muggle money in the bank to cover more than 2%. I suggest keeping half of this gold in a vault and converting the rest".
Since the value of gold tended to fluctuate and this world was in the early to mid-1990s I could not have known how much to bring. I might have gone overboard.
"If you think that is best," I said.
The fees and charges for renting a vault meant nothing to me as within a few months I could just go and get more gold.
"Does Gringotts involve itself in real estate?" I asked.
Since this was the country's only magical bank and the goblins minted the currency it made sense that any business transaction that involves more gold than a person carries in their pockets would involve Gringotts somehow.
"There isn't much demand for property," said Bloodaxe "Most wizards inherit family property, however, a few families were wiped out by the Dark Lord, so you might be able to find someone willing to sell and we can help with that".
Given that I would be unknown to the Purebloods I doubted that any of them would sell to me.
"We do have contacts in the muggle world" mentioned the goblin "We work with a few squibs and muggle-borns who could help you acquire a property in the muggle world. Such properties can be brought into the magical world. It's rare, but it does happen".
I would want a home that could be hidden from everyone. Something I mentioned to the account manager.
"That's not something we handle directly," said Bloodaxe "However, we can act as brokers if you're interested and take care of the details, if you are willing to pay the fees".
As I'd suspected they had their claws in many pies.
"I'd like a home as soon as possible," I said.
Bloodaxe made a couple of appointments with me in the future. He could only convert a small fraction of my account into cash right now, as such I would have to wait for more. That would be fine as my needs were simple. At least for now.
If I understood things correctly, I might be to start casting the more simple spells used by wizards in this world within the next couple of weeks, but it would be at least three months before I could match an adult wizard in terms of spellcasting.
Later on, I would need a large library, a potions lab, room for casting spells, dummies to practice offensive spells upon, and so on. As such purchasing, a large house in some remote part of the country seemed like a good idea to me.
In the short term, I'd be fine with a trunk full of books and my tent, and maybe enough equipment to brew a few simple potions.
Bloodaxe rang a bell and soon a goblin came in to collect some of my gold, the rest I would take to my new vault once this meeting was over. Another employee of the bank brought in tea and a copy of the local paper for me to relax with while matters were taken care of by the goblins.
Given that the paper was reporting that Lockhart would be doing a book signing today I now knew that I had arrived within the timeline of the book series as planned.
That had been what I was aiming for even if I had hoped to arrive during Potter's first year at Hogwarts so that I would years to prepare for Voldemort's return.
I had a couple of years before he was active again and I should have learned plenty of magic by then. If I ever did get involved I didn't even need to kill the guy if I could simply incapacitate him for a time I transport him to some nasty world and just leave him there.
Before too long passed another goblin appeared with folders full of properties that could be purchased with Gringotts acting as a broker so as to smooth things along. Bloodaxe went through them with me.
Since I was Welsh by birth I picked out a lovely place in Bala, Gwynedd. The beautiful nine-bedroom period country house was a large white building with plenty of windows that offered great views of the surrounding countryside, including Bala Lake and the Berwyn mountain range according to the file.
"Six of the bedrooms are ensuite and there are three reception rooms," said Bloodaxe "Far more than you need, but you can covert rooms".
I might even have people who joined me on my travels. It was possible as I could transport more than myself from place to place. In theory at least. As such having a home and base to operate out of made sense.
"Currently, it is run as a guest house, and even if you offered more than the asking price you'd have to wait until the summer season ends before the building could be closed and the dwarves could be sent in to fix the place up".
The only thing I knew about the dwarves of this world was that they were willing to humiliate themselves when Lockhart wanted to do something for Valentine's day. If they did manual labour, including building and converting houses, and if most wizards inherited property then I could see why they would be desperate for work.
"Get it done as quickly as possible and I'll pay a nice bonus," I said "I want the best wards money can buy".
I had some more business to handle before leaving the bank.
"That will take a few weeks once the summer season ends," said Bloodaxe "But with the right motivation it should be done before Halloween".
By motivation, he must mean bribes. Not that I minded as I had the gold a man could ever want and more.
"There's also a property here in London that I wouldn't mind owning, but there's no rush" I mentioned "Number 12 Grimmauld Place. It's currently owned by the Black family, but they are all dead or in prison as far as I know".
I might be able to deal with the Horcruxes myself and if not then I could at least point Dumbledore in the right direction. That was a long-term concern.
"Oh, and I want to commission the creation of a goblin-silver dagger," I told Bloodaxe.
He made an appointment for me to meet with a smith who could make such a weapon for me. The cost would be great and goblins only lend their works to humans for a lifetime, but I didn't care about that.
I fully intended to obtain immortality and I wouldn't need any Horcruxes to manage that.
Diagon Alley. The Wizarding World.
The cobblestone street was packed with a greater number of people than there had been before I'd gone into the bank and there were a lot more children running about than I could comfortably navigate around which resulted in me getting run into a few times as I began to do my shopping.
Gringotts had been able to quickly convert some of my gold into wizarding and muggle money, I now had thousands of muggle pounds on my person and an expanded pouch full of fancy coins.
I'd also opened up a vault under the name Macross and I planned to fill it with gold and treasures that I obtained from different worlds. I would also create a new vault when I got myself a nice home as I wouldn't want to put dangerous objects on display no matter how secure the house should be.
There was also a need to have somewhere to store gold that didn't depend on trusting the goblins. I'd do business with other banks in different worlds, and I planned to keep a large amount in my new home.
While I owned a very nice pouch of holding thanks to my great-uncle I preferred to keep my most vital of supplies, such as food, water, money, clean clothing, a first aid kit as well as some other odds and ends, within it.
As such one of my most important purchases was a simple-looking trunk, one with a few compartments that would much larger on the inside than the external dimensions involved should allow. It was charmed to be light in weight no matter how much it contained.
I brought a wizarding tent, which should be more comfortable than anything muggle-made. I needed one since I wasn't able to purchase a home right away. I would have to wait for more of my gold to be converted into money and then for the property to be changed from a muggle one to a magical home.
If the tent got uncomfortable then I could rent a room at the Leaky Cauldron here in London, or maybe the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmede rented rooms? This was something I should find out.
It might seem more sensible to stay here in the alley so that I would have easy access to all the stores, but it would only be a matter of time before people began to talk of a stranger with a lot of gold started to circulate as this was an insular community.
So it was best to hide out in the countryside while the weather was warm and the mages here were quick to forget the news if their treatment of Harry Potter was anything to go by. They changed their opinions on him every year so any rumours about a wealthy new wizard should be forgotten in a matter of weeks.
Since the brewing of potions tended to be something common to many systems of magic and because I had the potential for great magical power even if I didn't have the skill, I decided to purchase a lot of potions supplies and to trying brewing more complex concoctions as time passed so as to measure my growing talent.
I purchased the best money could buy here. I got myself a few silver cauldrons, crystal vials and brass weights. As well as a lot of ingredients, all of which I was able to easily store inside my new trunk that had been enchanted to be easily carried around.
Since I had no desire to be flying around I ignored everything to do with Quidditch and brooms. I didn't need to pay them any attention as I didn't need to blend in so there was no point in worrying about such things. Besides, I can teleport anywhere I want to go.
The same went for anything to do with stargazing. It seemed pointless to me as I fully intended to travel through space one day, once I had plenty of magical powers and artefacts to protect myself with. Compared to that possibility the idea of staring at bits of light in the night sky seemed rather pointless to me.
When I went to the crowded bookstore I got to watch Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasly get into a fight. Once the Death Eaters were out of the way I decided to carry out a plan I'd come up with since I'd read the notice in the paper.
I'd realised that if I came across the Weasleys I might just be able to get my hands on a Horcrux as well as prevent a lot of problems at Hogwarts over the next school year.
"Excuse me has anyone seen my book?" I asked the family of redheads who might have a dark-haired boy with them it was hard to tell in this crowd "It's a little black book with the name T.M Riddle on it? I dropped it".
Ginny didn't even hesitate to hand it over and I paid her a few sickles as a finders fee and told her to have some ice cream on me. She thanked me and I moved on not wanting to draw more attention to myself.
I now had a Horcrux to attempt to destroy. I didn't think basilisk venom was something you could buy because how the hell would anyone harvest the stuff? As for Fiendfyre I wasn't even going to think about messing with something so deadly. But there were plenty of other venoms and other nasty substances. Something was bound to work and then it would just be a matter of hunting down the other Horcruxes. If the mood took me.
Again that was a long-term concern. In the short term, I needed to focus on my magical education as right now I couldn't cast any spells, but that would change over the next few months and I could start studying the theory right away.
I went into the second-hand bookstore as I had no desire to risk infecting myself with whatever it was that made the wand wavers stupid enough to believe that Lockhart was anything more than a preening fool whose greatest achievement was giving bored housewives someone to think about while in bed with their husbands.
The second-hand bookstore was cramped due to the poorly stacked books, dusty and most importantly free of customers. As I moved around the store I left my trunk near the counter and when I'd filled my arms with books I'd leave them on the counter for the sales wizard to sort out.
I ignored the subjects of Divination, which was something you had to have a special talent for, as well as Transfiguration as while it could be of use it looked very complicated and I would need to streamline my magical education.
Unlike the young witches and wizards who were just starting to learn, I didn't have access to Hogwarts teachers and its vast library so I had to focus on what I felt would be easier to learn on my own. Once I'd obtained some form of immortality and fancied settling down for a while, then I could come back and maybe hire tutors in the subject.
For now, I wanted to focus on Charms as they had many practical uses,. Defence Against the Dark Arts was something I needed to learn so that I could defend myself. Potions for both medical and enhancement purposes were important. As for herbology that was required because I would like to supply at least some of my own potion ingredients.
I couldn't spend all my time studying and gardening seemed like a good way to get my nose out of a book once I had some gardens. I would have to hire a house elf to maintain the property as after a few months here I could move somewhere else to carry on with my studies.
My shopping was done for now so I decided to stop for some ice cream and I got something simple as some of the options here at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour sounded unpalatable to me. I couldn't imagine anyone enjoying strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice cream so I went with a nice raspberry ripple.
I sat and thought about where I was going to camp out. The muggle parts of this world should be like mine and I could bring myself to anywhere I wanted to go as long as I could clearly picture the location in my mind. In the end, I decided to head to Cornwall some of which I'd seen during my childhood.
With the muggle money I'd obtained and the fancy tent, I should be able to live quite comfortably. Only returning to the wizarding parts of this world would only be necessary if I needed certain supplies and to attend appointments at the bank.
That seemed like the best way to do things. I would get to travel and see more of this country when I wasn't studying.
Diagon Alley. The Wizarding World.
I never would have imagined that it was possible to get bored while studying magic, but I had somehow managed it. I felt more able to focus than I ever had before and my memory was better than ever, still, there was only so much studying a person could do.
To be fair, while my tent was very comfortable and short of a washing machine it contained everything I needed (and you can have people to clean clothes for you) it simply wasn't a stimulating place to live in. I had no television or anyone to talk to during my downtime.
Listening to muggle music on a portable radio and studying the theoretical parts of the local magic system could only take up so much of my time before I started to get antsy. As such, I'd begun to go out into the world, forcing myself to exercise in the Muggle part, and it seemed much easier than before to focus on getting myself into better shape.
In other good news, I'd started to brew my first potions and despite some minor mishaps I was starting to be able to brew some simple concoctions. No doubt a true potions master would think them terrible, but since I'd just started making potions I was happy with my process and I knew that I would improve further given more time.
Some potions could help you become physically fit and aid in maintaining that good shape, but they were complex creations and I'd be better off buying them rather than drinking my homemade ones. A good reason to come back to the alley.
As a reward to myself, I'd decided that I should go and buy my wand. I'd needed to return to the wizarding shopping centre in any case because I got through potion ingredients at an alarming rate.
While brewing I'd had to wonder how Hogwarts managed to keep its students supplied. Sure the greenhouses could supply some of what was needed, yet even with that, the school must be spending a great deal of its budget on potion lessons.
Thinking about potion lessons had led to me realising that I was going to need to have some greenhouses set up on my new property. A great expense no doubt, however, it would be worth it. I would need to be very careful when growing any magical plants I found on other worlds.
Before obtaining my wand I'd gone for an appointment at the bank (taking the chance to secure the diary Horcrux as I felt tempted to write in it and wanted it out of sight) so that I could speak with a goblin smith about commissioning the forging of one of their weapons as planned.
I needed something that could destroy Horcruxes and perhaps other cursed items that I came across, and serve as a close combat weapon. I had the sword known as Longclaw, but it wasn't suitable for fighting in a confined space should that prove necessary and daggers are much simpler to use than swords. Since I was a novice at using magic I couldn't depend on it to protect me either.
At some point, I really should see if Longclaw can destroy Horcruxes as a goblin-silver dagger isn't enough on its own. Arya did kill the Night King with just a dagger made from the enchanted metal so it wasn't a totally crazy idea.
Once done with the bank I headed out into the alley and stopped at a clothing store to pick myself up a dragonhide jacket as they looked cool. I would one day soon need to fashion for myself a signature outfit of some kind. Something that people would identify with me, but for now I was comfortable wearing simple muggle clothing.
With that in mind, I used some of the money the bank had finished converting some of my gold into to purchase myself a pair of stylish dragonhide boots as well. Wizarding clothing had all sorts of charms on the to help keep clothes clean, comfortable and undamaged.
Even though it was important for me to obtain a wand I wasn't happy having to depend on one. A wand or something like it would be too easy to lose or it could be taken away from me.
Still, I needed a wand to carry on with my education as I got the sense that the adaption process was coming along nicely and I looked forward to the day when it would simply be one weapon in an arsenal at my command.
Ollivander's store was dusty and smelled a bit funny, not to be sexist but it could really do with a woman's touch, it was more neglected than anything else. I intended to limit my time here as much as possible and I avoided breathing through my nose.
"Anyone in?" I asked.
Before long an elderly wizard came to the front of the shop and took a moment to inspect me.
"You've never been here before" he commented "Do you need a replacement wand?".
I didn't want him to think I'd just entered the magical world so I had to carefully lie.
"My magical education has been rather limited," I said, speaking the truth as much as possible "I've recently come into some money so I thought I'd best get myself a proper wand".
Ollivander looked pleased.
"You always get the best results with a wand that is matched to you," he said, "Or rather a wand that chooses to you".
Soon began a rather dull and long process of finding a suitable magical instrument for me. Dozens of wands, made from more kinds of wood than I could keep track of, came and went as Ollivander narrowed down his search through some process that made sense to him.
"Phoneix feather for sure," said the old wizard "It is the rarest kind of wand core, but we're just not getting a reaction from unicorn hair or dragon heartstring. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, although this wand will take longer than others to be tamed for lack of a better term".
Ollivander vanished into the back of the shop for a short time.
"I find that phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners" I was warned when he returned "That said, I think you'll find yourself with a superior wand if the two of you can learn to work together".
Before much more time passed I was presented with a wand made of maple with a phoenix feather as its core. It was 12 inches of wood that had been carefully carved into the needed shape.
"In my experience witches and wizards who are chosen by maple wands are by nature travellers and explorers" I was informed.
Made sense since I planned to go out and see many worlds once I had more ways to protect myself.
"To work right a maple wand needs a witch or wizard with some ambition" I was told "This isn't the kind of wand that will be content with household charms".
The wand was a dark brown in colour as it had been varnished. At its base, it had what could be considered a pommel and a bump of sorts about a third of the length of the wand. Clearly, that was meant to be a grip. The wand ended at a point that could take someone's eye out if you weren't careful.
Its physical appearance didn't matter much compared to how it felt. The wand seemed to belong in my hand, it was comfortable and I got a sense of warmth from it. There was no light show or anything, but I waved the magical tool it did generate a few sparks.
"Not an energetic reaction" commented Ollivander "However, it does seem to like you".
Since I knew the theory I attempted to make some light.
"Lumos"
The light was feeble yet I was pleased since I'd been a mere muggle not so long ago.
"Keep at it" advised the wandmaker "You'll learn to get along".
I soon purchased a holster along with a brush and some polish. I would need to take care of this wand as I might not be able to simply return to this world and replace it. Once I had learned to use this wand I could also look into getting some spares if that was possible.
The Room of Requirement. Hogwarts School.
This castle was supposed to be the safest place in the magical world. I proved that to be false as others had when I'd teleported myself directly to the seventh-floor corridor outside of this room.
I felt a little disappointed that it was so easy to get into the school, but it made sense as if the House Elves can pop in and out then why not people who use different forms of magic? I had the Elder Blood I wasn't going to be stopped by a few wards meant to stop wand wavers.
Thinking about that made me wonder if I could so easily get out of Azkaban should I ever be arrested, or could I make my way into the most secure parts of the Ministry with such ease. I didn't wish to test either of those, but it was something to keep in mind for the future.
Teleporting myself into Gringotts held much more appeal than visiting Azkaban or the Ministry as then I could get access to Hufflepuff's cup which was also a Horcrux. Again that was something to consider later since I didn't yet have a way to deal with those abominations of magic.
After focusing on what I wanted I'd made my way into the Room of Requirement, to be specific I was in a room that seemed to be filled with Hogwart's lost property. This place had been a school for a thousand years that was a long time for people to lose things. The school had been home to many students over the centuries, evidence of which was all around me.
Most of what the room contained was broken and damaged furniture. Since it was easy to repair things with certain spells I figured that this junk must have been damaged by magical mishaps that prevented using spells to fix them.
Given that the Defence Against the Dark Arts job was cursed I suspected that the class had more than its fair share of disasters that had resulted in the school needing to replace all the desks and chairs.
When I'd been shopping in Diagon Alley I'd had the chance to acquire plenty of trunks for store only I'd not purchased them because I'd intended to find some means of entering this room. Why pay when I could get some for free?
There were plenty of chests about that were still in working order if a bit battered. No doubt abandoned by the children of parents who had the money to replace everything their child wanted to have replaced.
Aside from trunks, this room might contain the local version of pouches of holding. Which were bags that had charms on them to expand their internal space much like the one my great-uncle had sent me along with Longclaw.
It would be useful to be able to carry more stuff around with me as I was going to need to spend months in those worlds that had systems of magic that I wanted to learn so it would be important to make sure that I had everything I needed.
Between my gold and the fact that I found an entire chest full of jewels in this room, I didn't think I'd ever need to worry about spoiling any kids I ever got around to having.
Not that I intended to waste my time raising any brats. Having children would be a waste of my time and rather pointless if I obtained proper immortality. I should look into birth control potions so that I don't knock up some poor women in a room I never returned to.
These trunks would serve my needs well enough as I had a lot of stuff that I wanted to be packed away. I wasn't foolish enough to handle anything here with my bare hands so I would make use of my dragonhide gloves and take the chance to practice the levation charm.
Wingardium Leviosa was one of the few spells that I could cast and that made sense since it was a first-year spell. I could also cast a decent Lumos if I needed some extra light. Those spells might be very basic, but I was actually pleased with my progress when it came to spellcasting since I'd not been magical for very long.
It was good that there were so many abandoned trunks as I soon found that this room contained what seemed to be thousands of books. More than enough to stock my future libraries.
In the near future, I intended to employ the curse breakers at Gringotts to go over all that I salvaged from this room and the expense would be worth just to have these books.
I found some toys as well, such as flying catapults, Fanged Frisbees and some other stuff that I felt sure came from Zonkos joke shop that I ignored as I had no interest in things meant to entertain children. If I ever did I certainly wouldn't let any child I cared about near such items as they all looked rather dangerous.
Another thing to stay away from was the bottles of congealed potions. I even saw some other bottles than contained some sort of mist and for some reason, I got a vibe of evil from them.
When I came across a collection of weapons they all went into their own trunk. I collected several rusting swords, a very heavy-looking bloodstained axe and a club that must have belonged to the enormous stuffed troll nearby.
I spent what felt likes hours going through personal effects so as to separate stuff like hats and cloaks from the jewellery that I wished to collect.
As the jewellery boxes I'd found began to fill up, I wondered if there was anything out there that would buy any of this stuff or if I was going to end up with a vast collection of expensive accessories for women.
Perhaps I should look into becoming the silent partner of a second-hand store. Heck, I could open one and sell the junk I found here. I could have someone run it for me since I would be away a lot.
When I stopped for some lunch I spent some time wondering why none of the school's many house elves had enquired about my presence or gone off to inform a member of staff about me being here.
I could only conclude that they simply did care what people got up to. Besides, it wasn't as if I was endangering anyone other than myself. House Elves seemed content to mind their own business and get on with their work, aside from Dobby
After I'd taken my break I found the lost diadem of Ravenclaw, that had been made into a Horcrux, it was resting on a chipped old bust of an ugly warlock out in the open. Voldemort must have thought this room to be much more secure than it actually was.
I'd given the Horcruxes some thought and I'd wondered if a sword made from Valyrian steel might be powerful enough to break one of the abominations as to destroy one you had to damage it beyond magic's ability to repair, or something like that.
I withdrew Longclaw from my pouch of holding and when I was ready I brought it down on the diadem. I got knocked on my ass due to an outburst of energy, but the sword did its job, the diadem (which had thankfully been inactive) was broken as was the ugly bust. In my view that was a nice bonus as it really had been an eyesore.
Since I knew that the remains of the Horcrux would likely still contain dark magic I carefully moved it to the chest I was filling with stuff I suspected of being cursed. The trunk contained a banjo that for some reason I felt needed to be destroyed.
Even the things that looked harmless, such as a set of dominoes, I handled carefully as I didn't want to have to visit St Mungos. I needed to keep a low profile as much as possible
The Horcrux was not the only thing in the room that I knew for sure was dangerous. I found the Mirror of Erised. I noticed it because the sheet covering it had slipped enough to expose some of the backwards writing. Since I had no desire to see what the mirror would show me I carefully covered it back up.
When I realised how much time had passed and I was losing the light, I began moving the trunks closer to the door so that they would be easier to find upon my return meaning that I wouldn't have to spend time looking for them.
I couldn't teleport directly into the room, as it might not exist when no one was in it, so I would have to be very careful when I visited the school in the future as the school would soon be full of children.
Despite the risks, I was going to need a lot more time to fully uncover all the treasures of this room and I didn't wish to be seen taking so much to Gringotts so I would take one chest at a time to the bank.
The Curse Breakers would destroy or uncurse everything they could and I would sell off most of the stuff. The goblins were willing to work as brokers so I hoped to be able to remain unknown to anyone buying any of this stuff and to make a profit from what I didn't wish to keep.