I knew the war would come soon.And I knew Dumbledore would stand in my way.He always does.
He sees me as a threat, a potential Dark Lord—another name to add to his long list of would-be conquerors.But I'm not here to destroy the wizarding world.I'm here to change it.To shape it into what it should have been.And to do that, I need fame—power of reputation equal to, or greater than, Albus Dumbledore himself.
So I begin the next phase of my plan.Not war.Not chaos.Legacy.
First, I turn my brilliance into miracles.I brew a magical-enhancement potion—a weaker version of my own perfected formula. It only boosts one's magic by five percent, but even that is revolutionary.The Daily Prophet calls it "A New Dawn of Magical Potential."Potion journals across Britain hail me as the Alchemist of the Century.
Then I "rediscover" an idea that, in truth, Dumbledore would one day invent himself—The Patronus Messenger.With my intervention, it is born decades early.Now, witches and wizards can send messages across continents through light and hope.And all the credit belongs to me.
I use my alchemy to forge enchanted devices for the Ministry—safeguards, amplifiers, containment units.Each one an apparent act of service.Each one also carrying a secret—a hidden trigger, one that only my Death Eaters can activate.Invisible. Undetectable.Only Dumbledore or Flamel might ever notice, but I doubt either will stoop to inspecting the tools of their "future hero."
Then comes recognition.Gringotts finally acknowledges what I have long ignored—my ancestral rights.I am proclaimed Lord Slytherin and Lord Emrys.The blood of Merlin flows through my veins.The world rejoices.
To the wizarding world, Merlin is the King of Magic.So what does that make me?His heir.His Prince of Magic.
Every step I take is celebrated. My name spreads like divine prophecy.
But I am not done.
I orchestrate a situation in France—the British Minister of Magic, cornered by a monstrous Chimera during an official visit.And I appear.I "save" him before the eyes of hundreds.The Prophet headlines read:"Lord Emrys Saves Minister from Certain Death!"Perfect.
In Egypt, I defeat a Dark Wizard attempting to plunder the magic of the Pyramids of Giza.In France, I stage a false breakout of Grindelwald, only to "capture" him myself.The real Grindelwald never even moved from his cell—he remains exactly where he belongs.But the story spreads, and once again, the world cheers my name.
By the end of that year, the rewards flood in:
The Order of Merlin, First Class
The Order of Merlin, Third Class
The title of Grand Sorcerer
And the appointment of High Warlock
Each medal gleams under torchlight, but none shine brighter than my ambition.Dumbledore's shadow still looms, but now, mine stretches just as far.
The war hasn't even started.And already, the people love their future conqueror.