The moment I apparated back into the Slytherin Manor, the familiar warmth of home washed over me, though it was quickly overtaken by a rush of power and anticipation. My system chimed almost immediately, a cascade of dings echoing in my ears.
Ding.Successfully created the Philosopher's Stone. Reward: Nicholas Flamel's talent for alchemy.
I froze mid-step, letting the gravity of that sink in. The Philosopher's Stone — my own creation — had awakened fully, resonating with every shred of magical knowledge I possessed. Nicholas Flamel's genius, six hundred years of alchemical mastery, now coursing through me. I could feel my mind expanding, my control over matter, essence, and transformation deepening with an almost frightening clarity.
Ding.Successfully collected Slytherin's Locket. Reward: Immunity to all mental effects. (Includes intrusion from mind arts, influence of dark magic, insanity from a Horcrux, and memory charms.)
A smirk crept across my face. No longer could anyone manipulate me mentally. Dumbledore's legendary Legilimency? Grindelwald's influence? Irrelevant. Even my own Horcrux could not threaten my mind. Absolute freedom within my consciousness.
Ding.Successfully collected Hufflepuff's Cup. Reward: Summoning Talent Card x1. (Allows summoning of a random talented character from a parallel world who will be loyal to the host.)
I held the Summoning Talent Card in my hand, turning it over thoughtfully. One talented individual per year… a future weapon, an ally, an asset beyond anything the wizarding world had ever known. The possibilities were endless.
Ding.Collected all four Hogwarts Founder artefacts. Reward: Ability acquired — you can travel to a parallel world of Harry Potter. One travel per year.
I let the weight of that sink in. Time travel? Dimension travel? Or at least the next best thing — access to a parallel magical reality. One visit per year, a single doorway to another Harry Potter universe. My mind raced with plans. Every encounter, every lesson, every magical advancement I could study firsthand in a world similar to mine, but separate.
I leaned back in my chair, letting the information settle. Each reward was more than power — it was an expansion of strategy, influence, and absolute control. My Death Eaters would train, my magical reserves would expand, my alchemy would evolve, and my plans would proceed unimpeded.
I thought of the Philosopher's Stone again. The energy pulsed faintly in my pocket, humming in resonance with my body. It wasn't just a weapon. It was a culmination of life, death, and the alchemical perfection of existence itself. With it, I could enhance myself, my allies, and even manipulate magical energy on a scale I had only dreamed of.
I looked out the window of the manor, the Slytherin grounds stretching quietly beneath the moonlight. So much had changed in the past few years. So much had been accomplished. Yet this… this felt like the true beginning.
With my Horcrux secured, my eternal youth guaranteed, and now the Philosopher's Stone and Founder artefacts in my possession, the world itself was within my grasp.
I smiled. Dumbledore, Grindelwald… even the Ministry… none of them will be ready for what comes next.
And with that, I began planning the next step — training, expansion, and further mastery over magic, alchemy, and life itself. The real journey was only beginning.