Chapter 4
Glorious Start
This was it. The moment that I had been waiting for, to enter this school, filled with much knowledge that could not be found in Black Family Library. Schools nearly millennia old are bound to have something that is lost to history no one knows about.
Now all I have to do is find such knowledge.
My thoughts were interrupted as someone walked out and opened the door as if she owned the place. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face that screamed 'do not fuck with me.'
I kid you not when I say she was giving a strict landlady vibe.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here. "
She pulled the door wide. And it put the entrance hall of the Black Mansion in shame. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
"That's so cool," I muttered childishly, not even a shred of a lie in my tone. I could act mature like an adult but where is the fun in that? Just acting naturally with my quirky personality is enough.
It helps me to blend in with a crowd of children and frighten unsavoury people in general.
We followed the tall witch excitedly while looking around at every small detail. Hell Harry was so immersed that he nearly collided with nearby students.
"Don't wander off to dreamland yet ." I jabbed Harry while dragging him along with me, across the flagged stone floor.
While walking I noticed people were huddled in groups instead of following McGonagall in a line.
The first group was Harry's siblings and their friends, and the middle group was Harry, Hermoine, Neville, me and what seemed like many muggle-born students.
And behind us was Malfoy, who was still scowling heavily, his goons more alert than before, and my twin, who was staring at me like a hawk. Of course, a few snobbish-looking children were surrounding them like they were royalty.
When my eyes met hers, I just scoffed and looked ahead.
I could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right - the rest of the school must already be here - but Professor McGonagall showed us into a small, empty chamber off the hall. We crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend your free time in your house common room." She announced.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose.
When her eyes fell on our group, I stood confidently, unmoving from my spot. For some reason, all students besides me also decided to do the same approach.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber.
Harry swallowed and asked universal questions running through everyone's head.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?"
"Maybe they will throw us from the cliff and whoever survives passes?" I guessed. I very much enjoyed the palling faces of students who heard and believed me. I looked around with a smile and saw that everyone else looked terrified. No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need.
She didn't read the book I gave her, did she? No user of Occlumency will be loud when talking about magical knowledge like that.
"What the - ?"
I was so busy criticising my friend that I was caught off guard when About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know. "
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony is about to start. "
All ghosts floated away through the opposite wall except for one as she caught my interest.
"You've kept me waiting long enough.", a white-haired ghost whispered behind my ears, spooking the lights out of me as I nearly jumped.
Before I could react, the girl phased past my body and disappeared into a close-by wall. I only managed to catch a Slytherin robe before she disappeared.
Oh great, now a ghost of some past student was haunting me.
Just another day in the disastrous life of the gamer.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
And we obeyed like little ducklings, following the mother hen out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
Inside, the Great Hall was amazing. I feel like I've only been singing praises about Hogwarts since my arrival but that's just how magnificent this place was. And I was not lying or exaggerating in the slightest.
The room was lit by thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting.
Hundreds of faces were looking at us with various amounts of interest as the most first years around me looked a little nervous. Hell, I would've been the biggest ball of nervousness if I didn't have Gamer's Mind.
I looked to the side and stepped on Hermione's toe, subtly as she was about to blurt something again while looking up. It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open onto the heavens.
"Please don't blurt stuff out randomly, these snobbish children will bully you," I whispered.
"Why?" She asked surprised. She was not new to bullies but why would anyone want to bully her without offending someone?
"These snobbish kids can't accept that a muggle-born witch is more knowledgeable than them," I answered solemnly, and she understood what I was getting at.
"You can't ostracise yourself from the crowd without any strength to fend them off." She nodded at my words of wisdom with a serious face. After this, we both focused ahead.
Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool, she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.
"Maybe we have to pull a rabbit out of it." Harry guessed as Hermione and Neville made faces that they were seriously contemplating this idea.
Other students were also looking at the dirty Hat with great interest.
Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing.
I tuned out the whole song as I looked at Teacher's table. Headmaster Dumbledore's blue eyes were twinkling like the stars, and his smooth silver beard and hair flowed like water.
Albus Dumbledore
Level ?
Light of The Wizarding World
Defeater of Grindelwald
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Beside him sat a short man, whom I recognized as Filius Flitwick, Charms Master at Hogwarts and the head of Ravenclaw house. The man was short like a Dwarf from fairy tales.
Filius Flitwick
Level 120
Charms Master, Former Dueling Champion
On the other side, sat a pale man with greasy hair who I recognized as Snape... There were other teachers, two redhead hotties, and other old guys at the table but I didn't get a chance to look at them closely because of the interruption by the crowd.
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. I quickly mirrored the other children and clapped my hands with fake enthusiasm.
It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
Sorting Hat
Level 50
Founder's Will
Holy Shit, the Hat's alive.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment as I looked ahead.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause -
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"How do you think the Hat decides on where the students are sorted into?" Harry asked.
"Probably Legilimency, it will look over our memory before deciding," Hermione answered, surprising me as I thought she didn't touch the book I gave her.
"That's a breach of privacy, they can't allow that can they?" Harry asked, a little nervous now. I looked at Harry's face subtly. Why is he acting like he has tons of skeletons in his closet?
"I'm not happy either," Hermione admitted. "But that is the rule."
"Relax guys, What's that Hat going to do with our secrets? Expose them to shirts, pants, and ties? Besides, if it could expose secrets, it wouldn't have survived in one piece."
"Granger, Hermione!" The bushy-haired girl beside me stiffed as she took a deep breath before walking out, leaving Nevile, Harry, and I, not counting the pureblood kids behind or the Potters group ahead.
"She's going to Ravenclaw." Harry declared.
"No way, she's going to the Lion's den." I disagreed, watching the hat falling over Hermione's head.
"RAVENCLAW!" The Hat shouted, surprising me as Harry smirked in victory.
I on the other hand looked dumbstruck as I stared at Hermione going over to Ravenclaw's table where they welcomed her politely.
What the hell happened? Did my interference change her personality or is it a different matter altogether?
I pondered these thoughts intensely as many students got sorted into four houses, many in Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Both Malfoys and their goons were sorted into Slytherin, and a few eye-catching students were sorted into the Snake's dungeon.
"Potter, Fleamont!" Professor McGonagall called out, silencing Great Hall as students and teachers visibly tensed up, a bit more focused than their lax attitude moments ago.
Like silence before the storm, footsteps echoed in the hall as Harry's identical brother stepped forward.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Boy Who Lived?"
Students were whispering and whistling as they watched the boy as if he was the second coming of Christ.
"I have to admit Harry, he won the genetic lottery besides the green eyes." I pointed out a little jokingly as Harry scowled lightly. And I was not wrong either, the boy was a bit tall and more muscular than the twig like Harry.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat suddenly.
"Oh wow, who saw that one coming?" Harry and I deadpanned ahead while Neville groaned beside us.
Poor Neville was still shaking like a leaf.
"Potter, Jeanne."
And now redheaded girl, Jeanne, walked across Great Hall with confidence as people whispered about her.
She was no Boy Who Lived, but she was popular because of her brother's fame and being a cute girl.
And I've read enough fanfics to know she was going to end up in Slytherin. It was a pretty common trope for the twin of Harry Potter.
"One Galleon she's going to Slytherin," I whispered while taking out one gold coin. This time my Ultimate Luck will let me win, I was sure.
"Five Galleons, she's going to Gryffindor." He took out five with a challenging smirk.
Oh well, an extra five gold for me. Besides, the girl looked like a silent type, which meant less recklessness and a more calm and collected personality, a cunning even.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat did not even hesitate to sound the moment it dropped into her head. Harry took Galleon from my hand before pocketing it with a smug smile while my jaw nearly touched the ground.
Why was I going wrong one after another? It was like the whole universe was conspiring against me.
"Potter, Harry!" She said, silencing the Great Hall before surprised gasps and whispers exploded.
"Look at that face, It's the twin of Potter!"
"No, it's Triplets!" Another one added with a surprised voice.
"Look at that face, it's the same as Fleamont."
Harry walked across the hall while trying not to freak out. While his brother had handled the attention with his resting bitchface, he was very nervous. Hundreds of faces were looking at him curiously like he was a zoo monkey, about to perform.
Nevertheless, he did not show any weakness as Harry sat on the tool, his vision covered by a dusty old Hat.
"Ah, what an interesting life you have had so far." The Hat's voice rang inside Harry's head while its mouth didn't move an inch.
'You are inside my head.' He whispered in his mind both awed and terrified by the situation he found himself in. The hat was probably scanning his memories.
"Not scanning Mr. Potter, I'm already finished, now all I have to do is come to a decision." Hat informed.
"There is plenty of cunning in you, you discovered your accidental magic, and practised it for years before learning its existence this year."
"Loyalty for who you recognize as an ally, rage toward an adversary, thirst for knowledge and power to protect yourself and others."
"You have characteristics to fit into almost all four houses." Hat informed.
'So where am I going? I want to be with my friends.' Harry thought hopefully at Hat.
"That's your choice boy. Are you willing to die for your friends? Or are you willing to venture into the depths of hell for knowledge and power, or are you willing to vanquish your enemy? Or, Are you willing to do anything to achieve your goal? Choose one answer and I shall sort you accordingly." The Hat said ominously as it stilled like its switch was turned off.
The world seemed to stop for Harry as he thought of all of his options.
Harry thought really carefully before coming to one conclusion. "I choose all of them. There is no point in having allies if we all are powerless, no point in power if we don't know anything, no point in knowing if I don't have an enemy to use it against."
"Well said boy, years ago your grandmother said something similar to me, that's why you will be better in the hands of "SLYTHERIN!"
The room was eerily silent as everyone processed that the Hat sorted Potter into Slytherin.
" A Potter in Slytherin?!" "The Hat must be having a stroke!" "Maybe he's the evil twin of his brother!"
The whole Great Hall buzzed with chatter as many of them looked at Harry in disdain. Some couldn't care less of his existence but some from Gryffindor, and many from Slytherin took offence it seems.
"Silence!" Professor McGonagall raised her voice, shutting students up with her sheer tone of voice rather than volume.
"Please take your seat at Slytherin." She said, slightly disappointed that she did not get another Potter in Gryffindor.
I on the other hand stood a smug smile hidden on my face as I clapped alongside some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. They were clapping their hands just out of courtesy but I was clapping with genuine joy.
Serpent's Temptation
Harry Potter is an unfound genius that has yet to awaken. Joining the lions will no doubt hinder his potential. Wonder what would happen if he was thrown into the Snake Pit instead.
Objective: Manipulate Harry Potter into joining Slytherin House (Success)
Reward; 1000 EXP, Close Friendship with walking Plot Armor. Proto-Stinger
Still, what the heck was a Proto-Stringer? The friendship was kinda a passive thing I did. I didn't put any effort into it but I still got it. Exp is also easy to win if I start to venture into Forbidden Forest.
So what was this unique reward?
Proto-Stringer is the prototype of one of the fastest brooms, the Shooting Star, constructed with the wood of a Stardust Tree, the tail of a Pegasus, and the hair of a Unicorn.
This broom has its own magic core so it can be used by anyone who bonds to it without spending magic.
So basically a semi-sentient magic broom? Just great. For some reason, I think this broom is not from around here. I've never heard of the Shooting Star before.
Must be from the future or an alternate universe.
"Black, Regulus, Heliel!"
I nearly jumped from my trance due to the unusual announcement of my name as I looked around. That caught me off guard because my name was announced as Black instead of Riddle.
Hiding my confusion I step forward with a little disarming smile around me. I didn't make waves like Potters, but people still made noise in the background.
Either my looks were supernaturally good, my narcissistic mind thought or the name Black was still important, or Sirius Black and his insane cousin were still in their minds.
Maybe all of the above.
I stopped in front of the stool as I looked at the dusty Hat in Professor McGonagall's hand.
"Please sit, Mr. Black so we can sort you to your house." She said sternly yet pleasantly. I nodded at her and pointed my index finger at dusty Hat.
"Scourgify."
Suddenly dust fell out of the Hat like a crumbling house made out of cards. Everyone looked in awe at the wandless magic from a first year while seniors got a lot more alert by my action.
And of course, the teachers didn't bat an eye like they'd been seeing this all their life.
"Ah, Thank you for that lad. Teachers don't even have time to treat me like normal people," He complained in a slightly whiny tone with sarcasm.
"Because you are enchanted, Hat, not a living being, I believe," McGonagall responded dryly while I sat on the bench with a still easygoing expression.
And looks like my little showing off worked as everyone was looking at me with various expressions.
There was a reason why I showed off other than acting like a cocky kid.
After living for months in this Magical world, I discovered that this world was vastly different from the muggle world as the magical side was still in the mediaeval period.
Things like political marriage, Slavery, or glorified slavery to be exact, the small clan wars, duels of honor, and rape and memory wipe, NTR, existed here and happened more frequently.
No matter how civilised these 'Noble' Wizards act, it was all a mask hiding their savagery. Not to say the whole wizarding world was rotten but most of the Nobles from the Dark Factions were like that.
That's where my showing off comes to play. Since this world was a bit behind the times, showing off meant proving my worth rather than displaying my ego.
Not like Draco who shows off his wealth and his father's name. I let my actions speak for themselves. As a first-year showing off wandless and chantless magic. A direct slap toward my senior's pride.
Of course, it has some drawbacks such as the attention of Albus too many names, Dumbledore, and the ire of seniors but I think I will be fine.
Gamer's Mind has blocked intrusion!
"By Morgana's perky tits how is your shield this strong?!" Hat whispered in my ear with a surprised tone, it looked like the others didn't hear a thing thankfully.
"My legilimency comes from Salazar and Rowena for fuck's sake." And that's how the Sorting Hat lost its cool for the first time.
"Sorry about that lad, just a little surprised that I can't sort through your memories."
"You called that little?" I whisper back at him while hiding my smirk.
"Yes, it should be impossible, your mind is the first I cannot dive in. Hell, I've sorted Merlin and he was a half-phantasmal beast."
"Phantasmal what?" I asked dumbly.
"Oops, I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that!" He exclaimed in a minor panic.
"Don't know about Phantasmal business but there was a legend of Merlin in the muggle world that he was half incubus."
"And those muggles are right." Hat admitted reluctantly. "But these Wizards wouldn't admit that their magical Jesus was a filthy half-breed. Bunch of racist pieces of shit."
"You have a lot of suppressed emotion for a hat," I remarked.
"That I do my boy, that I do." Hat sighed like an old man. "Now both of us should stop wasting time, please lower your barrier so I can sort you into one of the houses." He didn't tell me what to do, he practically requested it.
"Sorry to burst your bubble but I can't turn it off, it's a passive thing I was born with, it's not something I can control."
"Shit." The Hat cursed in defeat.
"That's not a good sign boy, an eleven-year-old shouldn't have that kind of mental defence. If it's really natural, I fear divinities are at play, and trust me when I say this, it's not a good thing to be on their radar." He announced ominously with a grave serious tone.
"Gods exist?" I asked, genuinely shocked.
"Used to exist. Now they're trapped inside the Reverse side of the world."
That sounded familiar, but I can't place my finger on it. Something about the Reverse side…
"Since I can't sort you with your memory, I've decided after observing memories of your sister and potters. This is my first shot in the dark and hoping I wouldn't fuck up some poor sap's fate but you will go to HUFFLEPUFF!"
"What?" I said in surprise.
"What?!" Harry and Draco exclaimed at the same time from the Slytherin table.
"What?" Delphini hissed in shock. The last time she checked her brother who attacked her with a maniac expression on his face, was not Hufflepuff material.
"WHAT?!" The whole great hall echoed. One of the darkest families of Britain inside Hufflepuffs? It was eerily similar to Sirius Black getting sorted into Gryffindor, who later became a traitor and psychopathic killer who is inside Azkaban.
Title Demon Child has been revoked
New Title gained
Hidden Snake
"Please mister Black," She said as she took the Sorting Hat off my head, as my plain black robe turned into Yellow-Black like Bumblebee. "Off you go."
And I did just that. At least people clapped for me more than Harry as Hufflepuffs genuinely welcomed me with smiles.
After a few more students, sorting ended with Zabini Blaise getting into Slytherin.
"Never believed I would see the day! The House of Black in Hufflepuff." The girl beside me said, a third-year if I had to guess, said as I looked at her.
Wait….I thought this house was filled with kind-hearted fools.
"Is that good or bad?" I asked, faking meekness and innocence.
"Good thing if you ask me." another senior, a boy from a few seats away said. "Now we just have to make sure not to let you hang out with Slytherins, don't want another Sirius Black to be honest."
"I'm so confused if you guys like me here or hate me," I admitted truthfully.
"Hate is a strong word," the senior girl beside me said. "Cautious would be a better word."
"Don't intimidate the firstie, Amy," a More bubbly blonde girl chirped beside the girl now identified as Amy. "Don't mind my emo sister kiddo, we Puffs don't care even if you were the son of Voldybitch."
Several students flinched at her blunt remark while her sister, Amy flicked her on the nose.
You have no idea how truthful your words are my dumb blonde friend.
"Ow, you're so mean Amy." She whined.
The girl beside me went back to her resting bitchface while other students talked to me with no problems.
The girl beside me scowled at me a lot but there was no real hostility so I didn't pay her much heed. The rest of the Puffs were eager to talk among themselves, me along with the rest of the new students.
These Hufflepuffs were seriously normal people. There were no ulterior motives behind their words, no hostility, no jealousy.
Either all these people were enlightened saints and Buddhas or painfully normal people.
Being normal had both pros and cons for me.
The advantage was I could act like a normal year and I could hide well behind these fools under the gaze of Dumbledore.
The drawback was I couldn't make real friends and rivalry where everyone was content and didn't have the drive to become the very best.
There was a good chance of me becoming rusty after mingling with Hufflepuffs.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
And he was not faking it.
I'm not a hundred percent sure but this level of acting was either too good or it wasn't acting in the slightest.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
Thank you."
And cue confusion from all around the Great Hall.
I think the true meaning behind those words had something to do with Hogwarts' house history.
"Hey, can I call you Amy?" I asked the girl beside me. I ignored the food suddenly appearing in front of us, on our table.
"No." She refused flatly.
"Okay, Amy." I ignored her answer while enjoying her twitching freckled face. "Who are those two Redhead beauties in the Teacher's stand?" I asked without pointing any finger.
The girl sighed before looking at my face.
"The one with green eyes is Lily Potter, you might have guessed already, she's Potter's mother from your class. She's been teaching Muggle Studies for a few years."
"Who raised her kids then?"
"She was not living here like the rest of the teachers. Now that her kids are here, I'm sure she's also going to be living on campus from now on." Amy explained while taking a bite of the veggies that appeared on the table with golden plates and pumpkin juice.
"And what about the one with blue eyes? I feel like she's been looking at me now and then." I asked while taking a bite out of steak.
"You and every other boy." Amy rolled her eyes while scoffing at the sheer idea of a teacher eyeing younger boys. Even if the new teacher was a Yankee, it was too much.
"You just insulted her in your mind didn't you?" I deadpanned, which she ignored while hiding her reddened cheeks from being caught.
Lily J. Potter
Level 99
Lady Potter
Holy shit, she's stronger than Snape.
"Anyway," She faked a convincing cough. "The other redhead is our new teacher of Defense against the Dark Arts. From what I've heard, she's a famous witch from America. Her name is Rowena MacLeod."
The hell? Where the fuck is Quirinus Quirrell then?
I looked at the DADA teacher carefully, looking for any sign of side effects from being possessed by a wraith, and found none. She wasn't wearing anything suspicious like any clothes covering the back of her head.
Rowena MacLeod / ?
Level 130 / ?
The Immortal Witch / ?
Those question marks are suspicious as hell. That title of the immortal witch, whose title was it? Was it Rowena's or someone else's (Mother is that you)?
After nearly twenty minutes food disappeared, leaving sparkling tables behind as it also got filled with desserts in a second. Ice cream, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs, jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, and rice pudding.
I quickly grabbed the ice cream and began to nibble quietly.
"So you never told me your full name," I asked my senior neighbour. "Why? Wondering if you are wasting your breath on a filthy mudblood?" She asked mockingly.
And my temper was returning with vengeance. This girl has been snarking at me while mentioning my last name, not Riddle, mockingly every time.
"Alright I get it you have a grudge against purebloods, but stop being so bitchy already." I scowled, finally breaking my sweet prince persona as I glared at her. "For your information, I was raised at a muggle orphanage so I don't give a fuck about blood purity."
The girl looked shocked for a moment before forcing herself into an apologetic face. She didn't really expect me to get angry, did she? Maybe she thought I would bottle it up like the rest of the pureblood kids.
"Sorry."
"It's fine." I let go of my anger. Being angry on the first day will do nothing good for anybody.
"Anyway, Dallon."
"Huh?"
"It's Amy Dallon, I mean, my full name." She said while looking at my face for any sign of a negative expression.
That sounds familiar. Way too familiar. I looked at her face more closely, getting a weird look from the brown-haired girl.
Holy fuck! She's Panacea from Worm. Or maybe just some lookalike with a similar name. I know for a fact that Parahumans don't exist in this world.
"How are you even in Hufflepuff anyway?" I asked the emo girl. "You don't look cheerful or even try to look cheerful to be at this table."
"I'm loyal to my sister." She muttered. "I think that counts."
Even while being emo, the girl was surprisingly talkative as we chatted. I asked her about Hogwarts locations and floors, specific rooms, and such.
There was this girl, Susan Bones, in front of me, but she ignored me for some reason. That was a real blow to my pride.
At the High Table, teachers were conversing with each other, except for Hagrid who was drinking from his goblet.
And the DADA teacher Rowena was flirting with Snape. Hold up, what?
It was not outright flirting but from our redhead hottie teacher's body and body language, every movement was clearly made flirtatiously.
I nearly slapped myself. I was not drooling for my teacher. Even if she was hot. It would never end well unless this was a hentai universe.
After a few moments, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahem - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you." He said.
"Senile old man, we are all humans here, not animals on farms to feed and water." I snarked quietly, earning an elbow to my ribs as Amy heard me.
Looks like someone is a fan.
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well. "
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."
Yeah right. Like anybody is going to follow that rule.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch."
Not interested, even though I probably had the best broom in the school.
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
"Wow, why doesn't he specify how they're gonna die if he was going to give location in detail anyway?"
"There must be a reason for this." Amy tried weekly, with a twitching face. Her hero worship was taking a real blow.
"Maybe it's a test." She reasoned. "It has to be." She hung on to that.
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. I noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather forced.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"
And the school bellowed:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,"
"Oh no." Amy and I slammed our faces on the table as the rest of the school joined in the madness. There were a few Ravenclaw and Slytherin who were still seated with scowling faces.
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped the loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
And I was more than happy to get the fuck out of there. With a horde of Bumblebees, I mean horde of Hufflepuffs, students walked out of Great Hall, except for us first years.
We were getting special escorting from Perfect, a glorified monitor of Hufflepuff House.
"Now kiddies, I'm your guide along with my partner," Bonde senior in front of us called out while pointing at the meek boy beside her.
"This is Gabriel Truman and I'm Victoria Dallon. We are the prefects of Hufflepuff this year." She beamed like a thousand suns. "If I hear about bullying, fighting, and harassment because of blood purity, I'm breaking your bones then handing you over to Madam Pomfrey, understood?" She threatened cheerfully like she just didn't promise to break our bones.
The rest of the meek children quickly nodded their heads in submission while I deadpanned at her.
Her partner was simply put, a wimp as he did not even utter a word when another lookalike of a superhero of another world led us to our dormitory.
"Hey, you're that kid Amy was talking to," the blonde said in a bubbly tone as she put her hand on my shoulders, letting her partner lead the queue of first-year students.
"Yes, and I suppose you're her sister," I said while nodding to her. "You're not here for a shovel talk, are you?"
"Too forward kid." She laughed softly. "Besides I don't think she's into little boys."
"You know what your sister is into?" I asked teasingly, "Or maybe you're into little boys."
"Ha ha, very funny." She deadpanned before letting out a sigh. "I just wanted to apologise if Amy said something hurtful or offensive."
"Nah, it takes more than a few jabs to piss me off," I waved off her concerns as we took turns in the hallways.
"Good to know." She replied, visibly relaxed. "She has a bit of history with pure blood conflict when she was little, so she's usually hostile toward any nobility."
"Meh," I didn't have any interest in her backstory. If she becomes a problem in the future, I will just have to take care of it. "She wasn't really that mean." At least compared to my so-called friends at the Orphanage. "She could use a little smile though."
"Now that's what I have been thinking for years." She said, pleased for some reason before she walked a little faster. "Nice talking to you kid, if you have any problem, don't hesitate to find me."
She offered as she walked ahead, leaving me to my thoughts.
After one round around the castle ground, we neared the Hallway at the opposite end of the Great Hall, passed by moving stairs that lead to the upper floors of the gigantic magical castle.
Finally, at the stony shadowy corridor, large barrels were sticking out like sore thumbs. We first-year students abruptly stopped in our tracks as Perfects stopped in this corridor.
"Now burn this to your memories kiddies, it's how we are getting inside our common room and dormitory," Victoria announced as she approached large barrels sticking out the walls.
"In other houses, there are passwords or riddles to get entry inside their common rooms, however, ours are slightly different." She said while tapping the barrel in some kind of rhythm.
"Unlike other founders of Hogwarts, Helga Hufflepuffs accepted all students, that's why we don't have any requirement to get inside." Suddenly stony walls moved, splitting apart as a new door appeared out of nowhere.
"But we need a safe and secure common room so later safety devices were placed in these barrels."
All students paid more attention to blonde words as she turned toward us.
"You have to tap these barrels in the rhythm of 'Helga Hufflepuff' to open the door. If you get the wrong rhythm, prepare to bathe in vinegar."
With that, she entered the door, and ten students including me entered the room together.
After stepping inside, immediately a warm and cozy feeling assaulted our senses, instantly trying to lull us to sleep.
Inside the Common room was a large, earthy, round room with low ceilings. The view from the round windows was of dandelions and rippling grass.
"Too much optimism," I muttered while looking around. In the center of the room, a large painting of a young woman with a flower crown on top of her head, smiling at us.
So she was an incomplete portrait. Instead of housing her soul, it only contained echoes of Helga Hufflepuff.
"Welcome to the Hufflepuff, children." A cheerful voice rang out as the Fat Friar welcomed us with open arms. His smile slowly fell as he looked at us worriedly.
"Victoria dear, you can give them a tour tomorrow, I nearly forgot how exhausting the first time in Hogwarts can be." He said.
"Doesn't help that our dorms are so comfortable that it nearly puts anyone to sleep." She mused while looking at us. Oddly enough I was the only one who wasn't walking around like a zombie because of fatigue.
"Okay kiddies, since they're only four boys in the first year, all boys are getting their own room, sorry girls, but two of you are gonna have to share a single room ."
"It's okay," A girl named Hannah said. "Susan and I have had more sleepovers than I could count." She smiled a little sheepishly. "You girls can have one for each, we have no problems with sharing."
"Alright." The blonde girl shrugged. "And boys, if you ever step foot inside the Girl's section, I'm breaking all of your bones before healing them myself. Fair warning, my Healing magic is the worst among my subjects."
Her smile sent chills among our boys' group as we left the common room in hurry.
"So you're Justin right?" I asked a boy walking behind me.
"Yeah," The boy replied, no real energy in his voice, it was not fatigued either.
"What got you sulking so early?"
"I didn't get into Gryffindor. it really looked like the coolest house in this school." He sighed once again.
"Meh, acceptance is way cooler than bravery any day," I replied before taking one room at the end of the corridor, Justin taking on beside me, making us neighbours.
"So I leave this sulking to yourself, my friend, hope you have a wonderful night."
666
This did not turn out to be a great night.
Harry thought as he was slammed against the wall of the dungeon-looking corridor. He was surrounded by four sixth-grade boys, cruel smirks adorning their faces.
"You should've gone along with the rest of the Potters, Slytherin doesn't need or want trash like you." Lucian Bole, a pure-blooded wizard, and leader of the ragtag bullies sneered down at Harry.
Harry glared at the group as a sudden ripple wavered around them, Harry's accidental magic surging alive, only to halt as a blonde-shaven-headed boy, the leader himself charged at Harry and performed lariat.
'This guy has been watching WWE.' Harry thought in astonishment as his body flew, time crawled to nanoseconds as he was gaping at the hypocrisy of the so-called Pure Blooded wizards.
Time resumed once again as he collided with walls once again, pain bursting out of his back as it screamed in his head.
He literally saw stars as he crumpled down. His wand was already out of his grasp as it lay a few metres away on the floor.
The situation was really grim. But Harry would not stay down like a little bitch. That was just not who he was.
Seeing this Lucian's smile only grew as he picked up Harry's wand with sadism dancing around his eyes.
He pointed Harry's own wand at Harry's heart, before slowly moving down until it pointed at Harry's left knee.
"Afflicto!"
"AHHH!"
Harry's scream tore out his throat as his left knee shattered like a glass jar, the bone-breaking curse taking effect immediately.
"What are you doing?!" His lackey screamed at Lucian. "Snape will take our head for doing this on the first day."
"Ah relax." He replied nonchalantly if he wasn't just hearing Harry scream in agony on the ground.
"Brackium Emendo" He waved the wand in his hand lazily as he pointed at the broken knee at the clutches of screaming Harry.
His screaming died down but his sobbing continued as his eleven-year-old mind couldn't handle that much pain. Even if his knee was fixed, the pain was not.
Lucian just clicked his teeth in annoyance as he finally had his fill as he tossed Harry's wand at the ground.
"Welcome to Slytherin, This is just the beginning Potter,"
"On the contrary, this is the end." An unknown voice said suddenly as all boys, except Harry, turned back in surprise.
"Reveal yourself." He shouted while taking out his wand as he looked around a little frantically.
"Now where's the fun in that?"
Suddenly one of the boys, lackey number one grunted painfully as an invisible assailant kicked the unaware boy in the chin, completely lifting him from the ground as the boy flew upside down, and collided above the ceiling before hugging the floor once more because of gravity.
Lucian looked at his fallen goon and his broken teeth in anger and a twinge of fear.
"Jimmy be careful," He ordered his other goon as he cast the Homenum Revelio charm, getting no answer and resulting in his spell failing.
Said Jimmy was just about to move into action after nearby being paralyzed after witnessing his best friend bloody and unconscious on the floor. But he couldn't move another step as water suddenly began to rise out of nowhere.
In a second Jimmy was trapped inside what looked like a tornado made out of water. Thankfully the water only covered like a dome instead of a prison, otherwise, the boy would have drowned in it instantly.
"Jimmy you okay?!" Lucian asked in worry.
"I'm fi- AHHHH!" Jimmy's reassuring voice turned into a shriek of fear and impending doom as the dome surrounding him began to close on him while blades made out of water spun dangerously on the inner walls of the water dome.
Lucian only stood horrified as the sound of flesh tearing, blade meeting flesh rang out in the hallway as the water slowly dissipated, leaving the mangled corpse of Jimmy in many bloody pieces. Blood was spilling and flowing on the floor like flood. There was no chance for Jimmy to be alive.
"You see, the moment you touch my friend, you're already on my shitlist, but actually torturing him?" The unknown voice said coldly as the illusion shattered, revealing Heliel in green, Slytherin robes.
However, Lucian didn't pay him any attention as he stared at the corpse, once his childhood friend, the other one was still knocked out.
The Gamer put his hands on Lucian's shoulder mockingly with a cruel glint in his icy blue eyes.
"Now, your pitiful existence shall be used for my improvement." Heliel hissed like an angry cat, toying with a rat rather than ending its misery.
Then came the surprise. Lucian grabbed the hand of the eleven-year-old quickly with very much the strength of a Quidditch player, freezing him for a moment. Lucian was done playing games, damned the consequence.
But moment all it took for Lucian to point the wand at the murderer of his closest friend in this school. The gamer looked visibly panicked as he Blinked away, only to widen his eyes when Lucian was also teleported with him.
"Avada Kedavra." The killing curse was fired at point-blank range against the Gamer. However, the D stat in Speed, and level seven of Parkour came into play as Heliel moved or rather ducked in sheer superhuman speed. The gamer's heart hammered in his chest as the green malicious curse sizzled past his bang, the side of his face. Thankfully, the Killing Curse did not conduct through the hair like a metal with electricity.
"Imperio."
Then suddenly Lucian fell asleep.
(Heliel's POV)
Hydromancy levelled up!
Curses levelled up!
I turned down my wand as I collapsed in exhaustion, fear, and adrenaline rush left my veins as I took a deep breath while falling to my knees.
"Holy Shit!" I shouted, uncaring about noise in the Slytherin corridor. I was inches away from Game Over.
"I almost died!" Strange, hysterical laughter erupted from my chest, Gamer's Mind not blocking it as I let it all out, laughter that would have made Joyboy proud.
"Hahaha, I almost died. No no no, don't be human about it." I chided myself while laughing, "You're a gamer, your life will be a hundred times more dangerous than some green death beam from children's wands."
"Just take a moment to catch your breath, go to your happy place, and imagine spanking Voldemom inside the Diary and you're fine," I assured myself and my drumming heart.
I slapped both of my cheeks while snapping out and observing the mess I just made. Harry was sitting in the corner, leaning against the wall as he stared with a horrified expression as he looked at the mangled corpse of his tormentor and my crazed face from before.
"Sorry, you had to watch all that violence like that, after getting tortured." Harry only whispered in terror.
"Thankfully we have this wonderful charm on this occasion," I said while pointing at Harry's face. "Obliviate!"
Harry slumped unconscious as I tried to squash down the guilt forming in my chest. It burned and I did not want to experience it. Sorting Harry into Slytherin was my idea and look at how it backfired.
If I wasn't heading to Snape's office tonight, I didn't want to think what would've happened to Harry.
"I'm really messed up, aren't I? I just killed a teenager brutally, one's mind is under my control, the other is unconscious with broken teeth, and I'm only guilty about the boy I just met on the train."
If I had to be a sociopath, why not make me fully one that is incapable to feel anything, why do a half-ass job at it and make me feel guilty?
Damned Gamer's Mind.
I was so happy to believe that I was a heartless monster, not a human. But seeing him terrified of me, laying there in pain was very uncomfortable.
"Thank god I learned Obliviate," I muttered while standing up. I wasn't an expert by any means but I could erase recent memories, without damaging anyone's mind. It would have been nice if I could modify memories a little but it is what it is.
"Now what to do with you." I approached the bully leader, one with his shaved blonde dude who was spacing out toward the wall, fully in my control.
That level seven of Curse as skill wasn't just for show you know? Stronger minds could resist me easily but I doubt some schoolyard bully had a stronger Will than mine.
And to be frank Unforgivable Curses were overhyped. Sure it was dangerous as fuck but learning it wasn't anything to brag about. There was no need for any Wand Movement or other complicated ritual or situation to cast these kinds of curses.
Just negative emotions, the basic understanding of the curse, the victim, and magic, were the ingredients for unforgivable curses. So of course I picked it up immediately after Walburga taught me after a few minutes of Puppy dog eyes.
Truly a powerful weapon.
And suddenly a thought came into my mind as I cringed, and cringed hard. Oh god, I just killed the Schoolyard bully instead of teaching them a lesson and making myself cool in front of the other kids.
"Ahh fuck it," I said while staring at the blank face of my victim.
"So I don't think I can cover tracks of the murder of my own without anybody finding out, mind helping your enemy?" I asked as if he wasn't already in my control, solely to mock his existence.
The leader of the bullies just gurgled while nodding. Excellent.
"Why don't you transfigure your friend's corpse, and cast a killing curse on your other friend lying over there, then take them to the forbidden forest."
"Then start to fire the Killing Curse at any living being you see until you reach the middle of the forest," I ordered swiftly while looking around us, making sure nobody was eavesdropping on us.
Lucian stalked off to his former friend's bloody parts of the corpse and waved his hand, turning them into rock, as blood turned into sand.
I turned away as a strong gust swept past us, blowing sand away as my victim collected corpse-turned rock into his boundless pouch. While walking away bright green light shone in the hallway but I didn't pay any mind as I entered the Slytherin's cave.
Those three were already dead as far as I was concerned.
Had I turned around for a moment I would've witnessed Lucian walking with his two friend's corpses in his pouch, even with blank face tears were streaming down from his face as he left the school ground subtly, slowly taking out his wand as he ran across the forest as a man possessed.
Several people noticed the loud howling of animals and monsters, such as wolves and werewolves from the forest but didn't pay any attention as they slept soundly in a safe school dorm.
Nobody noticed the three missing Slytherin students for the rest of the night.
"Now where the fuck is your room?!" I scowled heavily while knocked out Harry snored from my back.
666
(Delphini Riddle's POV)
"Uncle Sev!" She thundered in anger as she glared at her godfather, who just looked up from the desk of his office down at this dungeon.
"It's Professor Snape now, little snake, I don't support blatant favouritism." Snape lied through his yellow teeth as the girl stomped on the floor, before sitting on the chair in front of his desk.
The girl huffed for a second before getting serious.
"Did you know he was coming to Hogwarts? How is he here?" The albino blonde asked with a shuddering breath. Seeing him on one train, Draco beneath his foot, it looked right out the nightmare she was having since she took her brother's magic for herself.
"Yes I did, I was the one who picked him up from the Orphanage after all."
"You WHAT?!" She nearly stood up in anger after she registered what she just heard. "A warning would've been nice. I nearly died earlier!"
"Oh please, you're a lot harder to kill than that. You only felt his malice, not his actual magical prowess." Snape replied in confidence, he was the one who trained her in the magical arts since she was a child after all.
Snape may not be the strongest around but he was a teacher, a good damn teacher who knew what he was doing. Only this potion-making didn't bring much potential for teaching dunderheads.
If he was given a job as a DADA teacher, he would've built an army already, ready to tear down any group of exorcists from the Holy Church and other magic-hating communities.
"You could've at least warned me." She huffed before frowning heavily. "Is he really Heliel?" She asked worriedly, "How can it be him when I have his magic core inside my chest?" metaphorical chest to be exact since nobody knows where the soul resides in the Human body.
"I didn't warn you or your "Parents" because….to be frank, I forgot. I was too busy analysing a piece of hair I stole from him at Gringotts, to make sure he wasn't some skinwalker in disguise or he's been turned into a Vampire or Werewolf to suddenly sprout out the new magic core."
"So is he? Or something else happened?"
Snape shook his head, "No, he's hundred percent human and pure wizard with magic core, not circuits. It's a miracle and curse, depending on how you look at it."
"A lethal threat against my family doesn't look like a miracle to me."
"This threat wouldn't have existed if you had killed him six years ago when you were given a chance, what did you say that night again? Or right, "he's but a single muggle, he can't possibly be near me, let alone kill me," and you proceed to erase his memories instead of completing the ritual." Snape exclaimed coldly as Delphini began to glare at the man for stirring some bad memories of her rather short life.
"And I don't feel bad about it." She snapped. "I refused to become cold-hearted monsters like you or mother."
"You dare-!" Snape cut middle as both teacher and student snapped their head toward the window high near the ceiling, toward the forbidden forest.
"AAAWWOOOOOOOO!" Howling in the distance was chilling to the bone as Delphini shivered in place, despite warm clothes wrapping around her body.
"What's going on out there?" She asked her professor, who just shrugged as in answer, he was a potions master not Care of Magical Creature.
Suddenly the door of Snape's office opened with a loud bang as a green-robed student strolled inside nonchalantly as if he owned the place.
He rose one hand half-heartedly, "Yo,"
(Heliel's POV)
Bugged eyes and the slightly opened mouth of these upright-looking people were priceless.
I didn't pay any mind as they took their wand, as I got near them and the next moment, I was standing before both.
The atmosphere was tense as both Slytherin looked at me with cold expressions, no doubt, trying to hide their surprise.
"What happened to your hair?" Snape asked me, catching me off guard.
I raised my hand and gave myself a head pat. Yup, it was there, I have not become Saitama yet.
"Here," Snape pointed at the mirror on his table as I raised an eyebrow before looking at it.
My eyes widened as I looked at my reflection. I looked like a YouTube thumbnail of an isekai protagonist as some part of my long hair, mainly the side of my head, had turned silver.
I snapped my finger as it turned black, not really but my Illusion was good as real in most cases as long as appearance was concerned.
"What happened? It looked dead." Snape observed thoughtfully.
"Nunya," I mumbled while meeting eyes with my twin as my body tingled, whispering how I could close my distance and tear her throat out.
"Pardon?" Snape blinked.
"Nun' ya fucking business."
Delphini's eyebrows scrunched at my blatant disrespectful behaviour.
"Watch your tone boy, I could throw you out of this school and no one can stop me." He hissed in anger.
"Willing to put your money where your mouth is?" I challenged him with a smirk. "Come on, let's not pretend you're not Voldemort's bitch and throw me out, I'm sure someone would die after She rises from her grave."
Delphini looked at our faces as I smiled in victory while Snape gritted his teeth.
You see this is another thing I discovered about this world. Before coming to this school, I suspected that Snape wasn't on Dumbledore's side like in canon. He was doing the same thing he did against Voldemort being a double agent, the twist was he was on the Dark side this time.
Why?
Because Lily Potter is still alive and he has nothing to hold a grudge against my mother or any reason to hold loyalty toward Dumbledore.
"Now that our dick-measuring contest is over, which I won, by the way, the real reason I came here." My smirk slowly melted off as I looked at my twin.
"I don't like it when something else controls my actions, so just answer me, why does my body want to kill you so badly when I don't even know who you are?"
The girl in front of me didn't even look surprised as she matched my stare. "There are many, main reasons I believe is because your magic is inside me and in my presence, your body wants that magic back." She sucked a breath. "By any means necessary."
"No thanks, that's a pathetic reason to kill someone," I responded after some seconds.
"Besides, If we really have to fight to the death, it has to be something grand, a battle of legend," I whispered with a massive grin spreading across my face.
This was my dream, to be recognized and remembered for eternity. Dr. Hariluk was right when he said man dies when the world forgets him.
"Stop treating matters of life and death like some sick game."
Delphini steps back as I unleashed my Magical Pressure on her with a grin still on my face.
"That's where you are wrong." I step closer, inches away from her, "This world is all but a game, you can either be my final boss or some NPC."
"What's an NPC?"
And just like that, the tense mood I had created disappeared and I slammed my head down on the table.
"You don't know about video games?" I asked with growing horror.
"No? Should I?" She asked unsurely.
"Oh, what kind of stone age have I entered?" Snape and Delphini both twitched at being called uncultured people.
"How did you get past the Bloody Baron?" Snape asked while sitting back in his comfortable seat.
"I just hissed open in Parseltongue," I replied in glee while remembering the spluttering face of the Bloody Baron before he bowed to me, claiming I was the heir of Slytherin.
"So Professor Snape, the real reason I came here for, I'm not going to ask how and why my magic core was taken," Delphini winced at that when she thought I wasn't looking.
"What I want to know is how it will affect the challenge given by our mother dearest," I asked seriously. Delphini looked intrigued as she looked at Snape's face.
"That challenge was for whoever survived the ritual to become Lady Voldemort's successor. For years we assumed Delphini was that successor, however, you came along, crashing all of the plans along the way." Snape didn't look displeased at that, despite his words.
"Now that both of you are her children, both of you are alive and are wizards, the challenge still remains the same, whoever gets the most influence, a stronger, resourceful, or great amount of importance to the people by the time she arrives, will be the second in command of the Death Eaters." He said in an icy tone.
"And if I don't want to become the successor?" I asked, not liking where this was going.
"Then you will be just another Death Eater, a disposable tool for the dark lady to use."
Delphini looked sick from the prospect while Gamer's Mind kept my temper in check.
"Then I will choose option three." I declared.
"There is no option three." Snape denied.
"There is. Power can buy anything, even freedom," I said as I began to walk away, I was done for today.
"You sure changed Heliel," Delphini said in a small tone, "You used to smile more than anyone in Malfoy manor six years ago."
"That Heliel you know is already dead. My memory starts with my fifth birthday in the Orphanage," I said before walking away, "Guess that's what happens when you make a five-year-old cast Obliviate, seriously, how the hell were you able to cast magic at such a young age?"
"I also got my intelligence heightened from that ritual, probably I stole yours in the process, and age got nothing against casting spells if you have magical energy in your body."
That surprisingly makes sense. Magic was after all instinctive and calculating at best.
"By the way, you have some superpower over me, don't you?" I accused my twin with a knowing smirk.
"Superpower?"
"That thing you did on the train," I said as I took out my wand. "I want you to do that again."
"What are you doing?!" Delphini took out her own wand in panic. Snape however didn't move an inch as he took Sasuke Uchiha's pose on his table.
"Here I come." I rushed while reinforcing my limbs visibly and charged at her with tactics in my mind, the opposite of what happened on the train.
My twin once again surprised me as a small dagger slipped out her sleeves as she slashed at me. I could've easily dodged the slash but I didn't.
"Why didn't you freeze me like before?" I asked as blood dripped from my forearm at an alarming rate.
"It's not working okay?! Have you gone mad, I could've killed you!" She shouted with a furious expression on her face.
"No, you couldn't." I smile in amusement. It was too easy. She may be smart and calculating, but she wasn't actually a bad person. This makes things a lot easier. People like her are easy to manipulate if you are close to them.
Now I was not close to her in any way, but I will have years to build that relationship with her. She was as good as mine, a perfect tool to use against the enemies I will make in the future.
"I guess my intuition was right." I said analytically. "You see dear sister, you can only paralyse me through eye contact between us."
"But I was looking right at your eyes! And you're bleeding!" She panicked.
"No, you were not," I said dismissively as my bleeding body scattered like a mirror.
Delphini spun her head around the room frantically around as ten more of me appeared, waving at her with different facial expressions
Snape however was just sitting on his seat, ignoring all chaos in his office, deadpanning at an empty chair, in front of his table that Delphini sat at a few moments ago.
"You saw me from the beginning didn't you?" I asked, annoyed sitting on Delphini's seat from the very moment I entered this room.
"If you were messing with our minds it wouldn't have worked." The broody teacher observed. "That's why you altered our environment, creating a visual clone with very good details like shadow and blood alongside auditory hallucination."
"Yup, guess you're a teacher here for a reason I guess," I muttered before grinding evilly as I held a long golden mane and thick amount of hair from my sister.
"It must have taken years to grow this hair right? Tell her this is my revenge for the Train once she realises something is missing from her head." I said before walking around with the hair of my twin. Maybe it could be an ingredient from some wacky experiment later.
My smile didn't even falter for a moment as I returned to the Hufflepuff Dorm, ready to call it a day.
A murder, cutting off some girl's beautiful hair, erasing a memory of my friend, the first day of Hogwarts was a blast.
At his office, Snape facepalmed while sighing. "He forgot wizards can grow their hair with a simple charm, didn't he?"
Sometimes he wonders why his mistress decided to give birth to these little monsters.
—-666—-
Sorry for the late update but I've been a little busy for a while.
I will try to be quicker next time.
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