As I stood within the Grand Atrium of the Ministry, the entire magical world of England now bowed to my will. The silence that filled the air was almost divine — the calm that only comes after absolute victory.
Then the familiar voice of the System echoed within my mind.
Ding!Host has defeated Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.Reward:You have obtained all abilities, magical power, and accumulated knowledge of Dumbledore.
A surge of blinding light erupted through my mind. It was as though centuries of experience, study, and wisdom condensed into a single heartbeat. Memories not my own flashed before my eyes — the early days of Dumbledore's youth, his duels, his theories on Transfiguration, his mastery of elemental and ancient magics, and his intricate understanding of wandlore. Every spell he had ever learned, every theory he had perfected, every secret he had hoarded was now mine.
Knowledge flooded me until it was almost unbearable — the depth of his comprehension of magic, his understanding of the Philosopher's Stone, his experience with the Hallows, and even his unique approach to manipulating raw magical energy. My thoughts expanded beyond their mortal limits; my mind processed information faster than any human could comprehend.
When the light finally faded, I stood still, trembling slightly — not from weakness, but from the sheer immensity of the knowledge that now belonged to me. I could feel it, layered within me, Dumbledore's centuries of wisdom seamlessly fusing with my own unparalleled genius.
And then, the next announcement came.
Ding!Host has taken over the entirety of Magical England.Reward:Talent Acquired — "Magic King of England."(While standing on English soil: magic reserves +200%, magical output and power +1,000%, regeneration speed +200%.)
I exhaled, and the very air around me rippled with raw energy. The magic of England itself responded to my presence — every ley line, every ward, every rune in the ground beneath my feet pulsed with my heartbeat. I could feel the magic of the land bending to me, as though the soil and air themselves acknowledged their new master.
Lightning arced faintly from my fingertips. Even the smallest gesture now carried overwhelming power. My very aura could warp the ambient mana in the air. The power was intoxicating — the kind of power that no mortal wizard was ever meant to possess.
I looked around the Ministry — my Ministry — and realized that my rule was absolute. Every department, every law, every auror, every witch and wizard in this country now existed under my dominion. England had not simply fallen to me; it had become part of me.
"Perfect," I whispered, my voice echoing faintly through the vast marble hall. "Dumbledore is gone, his ideals turned to dust. The old world is finished."
The torches along the walls flickered, bowing as if in recognition of their new sovereign. Even magic itself seemed to hum in acknowledgment.
Now, with Dumbledore's wisdom integrated into my mind and my magical reserves magnified beyond comprehension, I had transcended what any wizard could have dreamed of. I wasn't merely Tom Riddle, nor the Dark Lord Voldemort. I had become something beyond either — a being who commanded the fundamental forces of magic itself.
The world would soon know it.
For now, I would rest, allow my new power to settle, and watch as England reshaped itself under my rule. The ICW would hesitate, the other nations would whisper in fear, and soon the world would bow just as England had.
But that was for later.
At this moment, standing in the heart of the Ministry, feeling the magic of an entire nation flowing through me, I smiled.
The era of Dumbledore was over.The age of the Magic King had begun.