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Chapter 3: School Secrets

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The gates of the Menagerie appeared in my head, and I heard a thudding noise on the other side. Then something knocked, followed by the sound of footsteps that were walking way. I rushed to the gates and pushed them open myself, trying to see who was there, but I saw no one.

Looking down, I saw a package addressed to myself and picked it up. The package disintegrated into lights of two different colours that reminded me of stars that then sank into my body.

I zoned out from listening to Filius call new student after new student up to the stool to be sorted. I couldn't remember of the top of my head why Minerva wasn't doing that this year, but I wasn't focused on that.

Animals were now calm around me, to a degree. The Menagerie didn't give me a new creature, but instead shifted its target to me, myself, and gave me new powers. One of them was called 'Calming Aura', granting me the ability to passively calm agitated creatures, as well as keep them from panicking.

The other one was called 'Toy Summoning', and I found myself with a to scale model plushie of Scorch in my hand, making me grin as I stuffed it in my pocket. So long as it was based on my Menagerie summons, I could create toys of all kinds, the only limit being three times a day. I could make plushies, figurines, puppets, and more!

My attention shifted back to the events in the Great Hall when Minerva entered, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger in tow. Though I still couldn't remember exactly what happened, I figure Harry had been taken to the hospital wing after fainting to dementor exposure, and Hermione was being given her time turner.

I still thought that last thing was questionable, at best, since both Bill and Percy Weasley took on all five electives during their third years. On the other hand, who am I to question the efforts Minerva went through to get the Ministry to agree? I would draw a line, however, and if I see Hermione tiring herself out with the workload, I will be dragging her up to the Room of Requirement, making her turn back time by the max number of hours allowed, and dropping her in the most comfortable bed the Room can make.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore greeted the hall. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast."

The man's smiling, happy face shifted into something more serious. "As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the Dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business. They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds, and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises – or even Invisibility Cloaks. It is not in the nature of a Dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the Prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs foul of the Dementors."

That last comment made me wonder about Remus' lesson plan for the seventh years. The patronus charm was considered to be a post-NEWT charm, but it really would be useful to learn, especially for people who wanted to enter Auror training after graduation. It might also allow the students to feel safer with all the dementors around.

"On a happier note, I'm pleased to welcome three new members of staff to our number this year," Dumbledore continued, his voice regaining its positivity. "First, Professor Lupin has kindly consented to fill the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." The applause for Remus was light and scattered, likely to the man's appearance. While the other present members of staff, me included, were wearing nice quality robes, Remus' were shabby and worn.

"The next two additions will both be teaching the same subject," Dumbledore continued after the applause finished. "For those who enjoyed your Care of Magical Creatures classes, I'm sorry to say that Professor Kettleburn has decided to retire, in order to enjoy his time with his remaining limbs. Now, Professor Kettleburn reminded me of the injuries he has suffered during his time working with magical creatures, so I have decided to hire both a teacher and assistant for the class, to keep any injuries to an absolute minimum. Rubeus Hagrid has taken up the position, in addition to his groundskeeping duties, assisted by Miss Jade Best."

I waved as the applause started, amused at my coworker's suddenly red face. Apparently Hagrid didn't do well with attention.

"Well, I think that's everything of importance," Dumbledore finished, opening his arms to the room. "Let the feast begin!"

The meal was delicious, as always, and if anyone noticed some pieces of fruit and veg floating off the table, almost as if lifted by an invisible paw, before either vanishing or being delivered to Scorch and Finn under the table, then no one said anything.

[-]

I was out at the edges of the forest, petting Buckbeak and preparing him and the other two hippogriffs for the first CoMC class when the gates to the Menagerie shook. They opened slowly, just before a grey blob a bit bigger than a basketball leapt at me. I caught it, making it grin at me with its cat ears and tail.

"A slime?" I muttered, observing the little grey cat-like creature. The tabby slime looked up at me with sparkling eyes, and I had no doubt mine looked similar. "Kitty!"

I couldn't hug the tabby slime fast enough and immediately came up with a test to do later; see if a beanbag chair counts a kind of toy to the Summon Toy power. This thing was adorable-

I flinched away from a warm huff of air from Buckbeak, who apparently didn't like me being distracted from petting him. I huffed as well and resumed my previous action with one arm while keeping the slime held tight in the other.

Eventually I saw students making their way down from the castle and dismissed the slime, pocketing the two little, grey 'plorts' that it left behind. They were technically slime excrement, being the result of a slime eating something, but the Menagerie had its own rules. The plorts could be fed to a slime of another type (so since I got the plorts from a tabby, I couldn't feed them to a tabby), creating what's known as a largo slime, which is basically a hybrid. Normally that would be permanent, but, again, the Menagerie has its own rules.

Apparently plorts could do other things as well, but I didn't know what, and I didn't have time to experiment right now. Maybe I'd toss them at Snape and see what our resident potion master can get out of them. On the other hand, maybe not. I've only spoken to the man once, and it was enough to remind me that this was his book version, not the slightly better movie version.

Off in the distance, I could hear Hagrid's deep voice speaking to his first class, the third year Slytherin-Gryffindor class. Why they let those two houses be anywhere near each other, I'll never know. Maybe they're trying some kind of exposure therapy thing?

"Everyone gather round the fence here!" he called. The hippogriffs heard him, and I had to push one back by the beak to keep them here until Hagrid called. "Make sure yeh can all see properly. Now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books-" There was a quieter voice that I couldn't make out. "Well, Jade an' I told the people at Flourish and Blotts to tell you how. Most of yer classmates have theirs open, Malfoy. Stroke their spines for a bit and they'll practically go to sleep."

I grinned, quite happy with myself for passing that info on to the bookstore. Especially is it makes Draco Malfoy look dumb.

"Right, now yeh've got yer books open, find page… er, I think it was eighty-five, or eighty-seven. It's a page on hippogriffs. Jade!"

I smiled at the three creatures in front of me. "That's our cue, you three."

From where I had them hidden under my Cloak of Levitation, I revealed some dead ferrets for them as bait, walking backwards and guiding the three hippogriffs out into the open area of the animal pen. I could hear sounds of awe coming from the crowd of students.

"Aren't they beau'iful," Hagrid praised, which I noticed had the three creatures stand taller.

I tossed each of them a ferret corpse before handing the rest to Hagrid for him to guide them to where he wanted them. Originally, Hagrid was planning to lead them out with collars and actual leads, but hippogriffs were rather intelligent. Between those smarts, my Calming Aura, and me to act as a barrier between the creatures and the students, I figured we wouldn't need them.

Still… "Right, this is a taster session," I declared, getting the students' attention. "Hippogriffs are considered a class three dangerous beast, meaning competent wizards and witches should be able to handle them. You will be learning more about them later in the year. This will just give you something to look forward to."

"That's righ'," Hagrid agreed, followed by Buckbeak trying to nab a ferret from him. "This is a sneak peek for yeh! If yeh wanna get a bit closer, you can say hello to Buckbeak."

No one really moved, staying a good meter away from the fence. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the first ones to approach, if slowly.

"Now, firs' thing's firs'," Hagrid said seriously, and his deep voice made almost everyone pay attention. "Never. Insult. A hippogriff. Yeh hear me? They are proud creatures, hippogriffs are, an' easily offended. Jade'll be deciding who interacts with them, as well as keeping an eye on yeh if yeh do. She will pull you away if anything goes wrong. Still, best not to push yeh luck, eh?"

The students all nodded, bar the three Slytherins in the back who weren't paying attention. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle would not be approaching the hippogriffs.

"Good. Now, yeh don't approach a hippogriff, 'cause they don't trust yeh yet. Yeh find a spot a bit away from them, yeh bow, and yeh wait. Make sure to look them in the eye as yeh do so. If he bows back, yeh can keep moving closer. He'll be fine with you pettin' him at that point. If he doesn't bow, then yeh gotta back away quickly."

"So," Hagrid clapped, losing a ferret to Buckbeak. The half-giant tugged the rest of the ferrets away from him before refocusing on the students. "Who wants to go first?"

No one moved, though I saw wary curiosity on several faces. It felt like I was back in school, watching classmates want to offer an answer, but not wanting to risk getting it wrong.

"I'll go," Harry offered after a few seconds, ignoring the muttering from a classmate or two. I thought I heard something about tea leaves, so they've probably had Divination already.

Hagrid and Harry both looked towards me, to which I nodded. I left Hagrid to talk Harry through making friends with a hippogriff as the Menagerie's gates opened again, revealing a small, two foot long reptilian creature on four legs.

I had to stop myself from summoning the ARK-dino-doggy then and there. I still had a class to help with, so I couldn't mess around with the Lystrosaurus for now.

I observed as Harry bowed to Buckbeak, having a little bit of a scare when the hippogriff took a second to bow back, before approaching a petting his beak. After a minute, Hagrid led Harry though the process of mounting Buckbeak, and while I knew he had some reservations, the boy didn't protest.

The two took off, Harry letting out a whoop of exhilaration, getting cheers from the rest of the students.

I gestured to Hagrid for him to focus on Harry and Buckbeak before turning to the rest of the class. "Alright, who wants to try petting a hippogriff?" There were a lot more hopefuls now that Harry had done it first. "I don't know everyone's names, so I'll have to point. You can come up alone or in pairs, they won't mind, but no more than that for now."

Then I spent the next twenty minutes rotating students through the other two hippogriffs, as well as Buckbeak when he and Harry returned from their flight. Things were going well, with me only having to tell Neville Longbottom and one of the Slytherin girls to back off after the hippogriffs I sent them to didn't bow back. The girl seemed rather sad that she wasn't allowed to get closer, though I noticed that Neville was relieved when I pulled him away.

And then Malfoy. I had hoped that we could get through this without his plan to cause trouble happening, but I shouldn't have wasted that hope. While I was watching Seamus Finnegan bow to his hippogriff, Echo appeared in front of me, pointing urgently over towards where Buckbeak was stood.

The blonde idiot was storming for the grey hippogriff, ignoring practically all of the instructions given about student-hippogriff interactions, and then stomping all over the warnings previously given by saying, "Ha! You're not dangerous at all, are you? You great ugly brute."

Or at least, that's what he was trying to say. I sent the Cloak of Levitation ahead of me to pick the idiot up before he finished the insult. Malfoy was shouting into the cloth when he was picked up, moved to the other side of the fence, far from everything else, and bound by the cloak.

"Everybody stop!" I called out. "Back over the fence. Out of the pen, now" There were some 'aww's and other such complaints, but everyone listened. Hagrid, who had apparently seen what had just happened, looked more annoyed than I'd ever seen him. "I'm afraid that's all you get for today, since someone decided they were going to ignore all the instructions given in this class." I took a bit of joy in the glares sent Malfoy's way. "Twenty points from Slytherin for disregarding the instructions of the teacher and almost injuring yourself and possibly others in the process."

"But I didn't do anything!" Malfoy shouted, struggling to move, wrapped up as he was in my cloak.

"Not yet," I agreed. "Echo!" The demiguise hopped onto my back, garnering attention. "Does anyone know what type of creature this is?" No one answered. "No? This is a demiguise, a creature famed for its ability to turn invisible, as well as see the immediate future." Some students gasped. Given that I saw Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil amongst them, I figured they were the ones in the Divination class earlier. "I had Echo here help by watching the future for any injuries that might happen."

"Class dismissed," Hagrid declared, looking pointedly at Malfoy. "Malfoy, do anything that might injure yeh or yeh classmates again, and yeh'll be in detention. Actually injure someone, and yeh'll be in detention until Christmas." The boy was going red in the face, from embarrassment or anger, I couldn't tell. "Righ' off yeh go!"

As most of the students headed back to the castle, I had the cloak float after them and drop Malfoy at the doors as I moved the hippogriffs back towards the clearing they were in before.

Hagrid dropped his hand on my shoulder. "Thank yeh, Jade. Tha' could'a been bad if yeh weren't here."

"No problem." I noticed which students hadn't gone yet. "Now go say hi to your friends."

[-]

The class schedule for Care of Magical Creatures was rather tame on the teaching side. Hagrid and I had to teach one class a day after lunch, one for each year, so after the hippogriffs were settled, we moved back to his hut to celebrate a good first class.

And it was good. Despite Malfoy's attempt at sabotage, no one was hurt, the third years were all excited for their future classes (sucks to be them. Next class is on horklumps, flobberworms, and Jobberknolls), and Hagrid was confident in his teaching skills having actually taught a class of students.

After the man had had a few drinks in celebration, I invited him towards the outer edges of the forbidden forest, looking to finally share knowledge of some of my creatures, especially with someone who I know won't freak out about them looking dangerous.

And so, Hagrid was the first person that wasn't me to meet the Wraith.

"Oh, tha's beau'iful!" he said, slowly approaching where the Wraith was curled up in the clearing.

"I know," I grinned. "She's part of the reason I wanted to come here."

"Righ'. Can't have her 'round muggles, can yeh?" he agreed, following my lead and sitting down next to the Wraith. "What is she?"

"I don't know, really. I call her a Wraith, but that's mainly because of what she can do." And what the monsters were wasn't much expounded upon in Evolve, to my knowledge. They were heavily linked to some Clarke tech mathematics on a genetic level, but I don't remember much more of that. "She's carnivorous, fast, powerful, and sneaky… and able to grow through a kind of metamorphosis if she stores enough energy."

"Tha's a lot." Hagrid said as the gates opened, revealing a creature that looked to be floating in water, with a lily-pad-like thing acting as camouflage. I shook my head at the ollopom, a creature native to Naboo, from Star Wars, before refocusing on the Wraith. "Are those limbs sharp?"

"Yep. Up you get," I called, standing by Hagrid as we watched the Wraith uncoil itself, revealing its true height. Even had it been solidly on the ground rather than floating over it, it would have been taller than Hagrid, standing at six meters to his three and a bit. The Wraith stretched all of its arms, showing its two scythe shaped ones along with the two others with hands at the end. From where we stood, we could see the Wraith's legs split into three serpentine tails that trailed behind it as it approached me. "Easy, girl," I said. "Care for a demonstration?"

The Wraith let out a low growl accompanied by something that sounded vaguely like hissing before disappearing. Hagrid huffed out a laugh as we watched the Wraith weave between the trees, too fast to follow, only able to keep track of her thanks to the trail she left behind.

"Yeh were righ'. She is fast."

"And she only gets better from there."

I could tell when the Wraith generated a phantom of herself. The pattern of movement shifted a bit, and a few seconds later I caught a glimpse of something moving through the trees away from where the light show was approaching us.

Hagrid jumped back when the phantom charged at us, only to be shocked when it dissolved into a swarm of bright particles of light. The sounds of breathing could be heard behind him, making him freeze and turn around slowly, coming face to face with the Wraith.

And after all of that, I caught Hagrid grinning under his thick beard.

[-]

I had shown him several of my other creatures at that time as well. He found the slugs to be adorable, bouncing around and playing games. He seemed rather interested in the fact that Scorch was draconic to a degree, as well as the fact that the little slugs were able to transform. While he was observing them, I brought the Lystrosaurus out to meet him… and I was right. Dino-doggy is absolutely the correct thing to call him. That, and 'good boy'.

Honestly, I somewhat expected Dumbledore to come and investigate after showing Hagrid the majority of my creatures. They were brand new, never before seen creatures in this world, and at the very least the Wraith is visibly dangerous. But two weeks passed, and I hadn't heard a word from him until he sent a letter to my room in the castle over the weekend.

Miss Jade,

I have sent a letter to the student who can help us deal with the diadem you brought to me over the summer. With no further complications, we should be able to deal with it on Sunday, tomorrow.

Please drop by my office after lunch that day. The gargoyle's password is treacle tart.

I had actually forgotten about the diadem, and Dumbledore's plans to head into the Chamber of Secrets to retrieve a basilisk fang to destroy it. I'd been busy, and it had been a month since I found the thing.

The next day, I went up to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office with my standard loadout… by which I mean the Cloak of Levitation, Echo, Scorch, and Finn. I didn't expect any trouble, but hey, better to be prepared, right? And it's not like my other summons will be too useful except the Wraith, and I have her ready to summon because she's too big to just walk around with.

Anyway, I soon found myself in Dumbledore's office, waiting on Harry to show up. The diadem was sat in the middle of his desk, and the man himself was stood over his pensieve off to the side, reliving some memory or another.

Harry arrived before Dumbledore was finished. "Sorry I took so-" he started apologising, stopping upon seeing Dumbledore's state. "Professor?"

"He can't hear you, Harry," I told him, making the boy jump. He apparently hadn't noticed me yet, seeing the glowing pensieve first. "That bowl of liquid he's got his head in? It's called a pensieve. You can pull your memories out of your mind, pour them into the bowl, and then relive them at will."

Harry nodded in understanding, taking a seat in front of Dumbledore's desk, while I was enjoying sitting in a beanbag shaped like my tabby slime. "Do you know what he's watching?" Harry asked. I shook my head. He'd been like this since I arrived.

"Could be anything. The man's over a hundred years old. That's a lot of memories."

Harry nodded again, this time in agreement. "If you're here now, then do you know why he called me up here?"

I raised an eyebrow, before remembering my initial assessment of Dumbledore. A good man, but secretive. Considering this had to do with Horcruxes, I don't think I could blame him for being 'need to know', but I thought he might tell Harry about needing him to open the Chamber.

"I called you here, Harry, because Miss Jade and I need your help to enter the Chamber of Secrets," Dumbledore said, lifting his head from the pensieve and turning around.

"The Chamber?"

The gates to the Menagerie opened again, revealing a light so bright that it was hard to look at. The light dimmed as it got closer, showing itself to be a small reptile with glowing, fiery orange scales.

A fireworm drone, a type of dragon, scuttered under my cloak as Dumbledore moved to pick the diadem off of his desk. "Yes Harry, the Chamber. More accurately, we have need of a basilisk fang to destroy an item very similar in nature to the diary that you brought me at the end of your second year."

"Ravenclaw's diadem," I stated, looking at the headpiece. "Lost for centuries, only to be found by Voldemort and cursed to the point that there's no other option than to destroy it." I looked towards Dumbledore. "Unless…"

The man shook his head. "I've learned a lot more from studying the diadem than I did the destroyed diary, but I've found no way to remove the magic without destroying the object."

I nodded. At this rate, I might need to pick up some kind of soul manipulating creature from the Menagerie if we didn't want to go the way of canon and have Voldie AK Harry again. I kind of hope we don't have to do that, since the end of book four is when good people start dying, starting with Cedric Diggory. If we had to follow canon, then the resurrection ritual would need to happen.

"Shall we go then?"

[-]

The first thing I did when I was led to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom was turn on all the taps. Harry just stared at me while I did so, while Dumbledore looked interested. In the movies, there was a pillar of sinks in the middle of the room that sank into the floor, but there was no such thing in this room. I figured that the entrance would still be hidden by a fake sink though, and moved until I found a sink that didn't work.

"Found it," I said, pointing to the one tap that didn't start spewing water when I turned it.

Dumbledore chuckled. "And you did so in less than a minute. Where were you last year, I wonder? We could have benefited from your skills."

"Back home," I shrugged. "And to be fair, Harry led us to this room, so I didn't have much to search."

"The first attack happened right outside," Harry said, looking impressed. "The victim was petrified and hung from a torch. You probably would have found it in minutes anyway."

I shrugged again. Part of me did wonder how I'd do in this world if I arrived during The Chamber of Secrets, The Philosopher's Stone, or even as a student rather than an adult, but those would just be idle thoughts that popped up every so often.

Dumbledore waved his hand and all the taps closed. Harry then approached the fake sink and spoke. I could hear the faint hissing and spitting of parseltongue, causing the sink to shudder and descend into the ground, revealing a large pipe on the wall behind it, perhaps big enough for a grown adult to slide along.

"Right then," I mused, looking down the pipe. I couldn't see the end. "Geronimo."

I wrapped myself and Echo in the Cloak of Levitation before sliding into the pipe feet first, using the cloak to pull me forwards. When I reached the point of rapid descent, I tucked my head as far as I could and had the cloak let me fall as fast as gravity would pull me down. It was a wild ride, not unlike some carnival slides I'd been on.

The pipe eventually ended, opening up and spitting me out into a dark corridor. The fireworm gave off light naturally as it got hotter, so I got to my feet and pulled an unlit torch from the wall for it to sit on top of. That let the dragon light up the area without burning me, so I started investigating, looking for anything of interest.

There were bones of small animals, likely rats that the basilisk had eaten over the centuries. The only path forwards was the corridor leading to nothing except a pile of rocks that fell from the ceiling. And the only way out of this place from here seemed to be the pipe that just spat out Harry.

I may or may not have laughed when he emerged from the pipe, headfirst, and rolled for several meters. He stood up quickly, trying to wipe the muck off of himself, and I noticed that he was grinning a familiar, exhilarated grin.

"Someone's a speed demon," I pointed out, making him laugh.

"Love it," he admitted. "It's like when I'm flying, but on the ground."

"Must love rollercoasters then, huh? All those loops and dives." That just made him shrug.

"Never been." Seemingly ignoring my slight frown, he nodded towards my dragon powered torch. "What kind of creature is that?"

"Fireworm. It's a kind of dragon. Not something you're going to cover in Care."

Then a 'wheee' sound started from the pipe, getting louder by the second. Dumbledore came shooting into the corridor, seeming quite happy with the unusual method of transport. His method of stopping was a little more dignified than Harry's though, as he used what I suspect to be the 'arresto momentum' charm to freeze in place before casually standing up.

"I will admit," he said grinning, waving his wand and cleaning the dirt off of us all. I saw him eye my fireworm, but he didn't say anything about him. "That was more fun than I thought it would be." Harry and I shared a look before we all started laughing.

[-]

"That… is a big snake."

Dumbledore cleared the cave in and Harry opened the Chamber, leading us inside. Right in the centre of the room, dead as a doornail, lay a twenty meter long serpent. It was far larger than the shed skin that had been in the corridor, which meant that the skin was very, very old.

"And how exactly did you kill it, Harry?" I asked for confirmation. I knew, of course, but I hadn't actually been told. Besides, now that I was here, I was fully willing to call Harry's victory something like fate or plot armour, because I can see the muscles on that thing. I was willing to bet it was fast, strong, and very unlikely to be killed by-

The gates of the Menagerie opened, but there was no creature. Instead a card was stuck to the outside of the gates, showing scales that were balancing the moon and sun.

"I stabbed it with a sword," the boy admitted, and I heard Dumbledore chuckling… likely at my expression as The Libra card, my newest addition to the Menagerie, sat in my pocket and glowed as it confirmed his words as truth.

I took a deep breath and patted Harry's shoulder. "Well done," I said simply, deciding to put the image of this boy fighting the basilisk out of my mind for now. It was one thing to read it or watch it through a screen, but this wasn't Daniel Radcliffe following a script. This was a twelve year old fighting a monster. Shock was understandable, I thought.

Over at the corpse, Dumbledore had already retrieved the fang from the dead beast. I arrived to see him examining a wound visible through the top of the basilisk's skull, likely where the Sword of Gryffindor pierced through.

"Most of the venom is gone now," the man mused. "The killing blow struck straight through the venom gland. All that remains is what was in the ducts leading to the fangs, which I have now broken by removing the last fang." He looked down at the fang in his hand before handing it to me. "Come. Let's get this over with."

He moved away from the corpse before bringing out the diadem and laying it on the ground. A wave of his wand had the stone floor mould itself around the diadem, keeping it in place while I raised the fang, and struck.

The metal shattered under the blow and a loud hissing noise was let loose in the chamber… but nothing further happened.

"That was…" I started.

"Anticlimactic," Harry agreed. "Stabbing the diary caused Tom to sort of glow and blow up."

Dumbledore hummed, amused. "Given that we are so close to it, I'm happy it didn't explode. Now, since we have the time, shall investigate any other secrets this chamber might hold?"

Two down. Currently four more to go… one of them, hopefully without destroying the vessel.

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Rolls:

Summon Toy - Power - 0

Calming Aura - Power - 50

Tabby Slime - Slime Rancher - 50

Lystrosaurus - Ark: Survival Evolved - 50

Ollopom - Star Wars - 50

Fireworm Drone - How To Train Your Dragon - 100

Remaining Points: 500