After returning to my manor, I allowed myself a moment of silence, standing in the grand hall where the flicker of candlelight shimmered off the black marble floor. My mind wandered back to a reward I had long overlooked — one that my system had granted me months ago, buried under a mountain of accomplishments and battles.
The ability to travel to a parallel Harry Potter world.
At first, the phrase had seemed like another curiosity, a mere line of text with potential I hadn't explored. But now, as I stood surrounded by centuries of my collected relics and grimoires, I realized the implications.
I could choose when and where to travel — any time, any era. A world like mine, yet slightly different. A mirror reflection of everything I had conquered, shaped by decisions I had never made.
And most importantly… I could bring back items.
My lips curled into a faint smirk as I began to form a plan.
If I traveled to a parallel version of my world, one where Voldemort — my alternate self — had already created his Horcruxes, I could collect them all. Then, I could absorb the fragmented pieces of his soul to further empower my own. Theoretically, absorbing the Horcruxes would merge the soul fragments into me, strengthening my magical essence and fortifying my immortality even more.
It would be dangerous — each Horcrux carried not only a fragment of soul but also a will, a consciousness that resisted domination. But I was far beyond the man I once was. My Occlumency defences, my soul strength, and my control over ancient magic ensured that no fragment could challenge me.
Besides… a secondary benefit tempted me even more.
If there truly existed another version of me — another Dark Lord, another genius with his own understanding of magic — I could use him. Perhaps not as an ally, but as a resource. His knowledge, his experiments, his interpretation of spells — all of it could expand my understanding.
Research was a tedious, time-consuming process, even with my mind. But if there were multiple versions of me across worlds, all walking different paths of knowledge, then I could harvest their discoveries.
The thought alone sent a thrill through my veins.
A parallel self, unaware that his own downfall would become my ascension.
I reached out my hand, summoning the system interface. The black runes spiraled in the air before my eyes, shifting into glowing crimson letters that only I could read.
[Parallel World Travel: Available][Restriction: Can only bring back items — no living beings.][Select Worldline.]
I began to input the coordinates — the parallel world, one where Voldemort had fallen, but his artefacts remained. The locket, the cup, the diary, the ring, the diadem, Nagini — though I couldn't bring her, her essence might still linger within her remains.
A world where the Dark Lord was defeated by a boy with a scar. Perfect.
I could retrieve every Horcrux, dissect the ancient magic that anchored them to reality, and harness their souls into my own.
My wand pulsed faintly in my grasp as I whispered,"Let's see how many versions of me this world can handle."
And as the crimson runes flared around me, the air rippled like water.
The world began to shift.
A new realm awaited — another Harry Potter world, one where I would soon walk again. But this time, I would not be the hunted. I would be the shadow that consumed the mirror itself.