Days became weeks.Weeks bled into months.
Hogwarts — my Hogwarts — was no longer just a sanctuary. It was a crucible. And I was forging myself into something Middle-earth had never encountered.
I brewed more Wiggenweld Potion until I could prepare it with eyes closed, each swirl and color-shift etched into instinct.
But healing could only take me so far.
So I expanded my alchemical arsenal:
✔ Shrinking Potion — subtle, deceptive utility✔ Draught of Living Death — a silent and perfect prison
A sip of that draught and even a dragon wouldn't wake without my cure.
The Forest of Nightmares and Wonders
Exploration became necessary — both for resources and understanding the land Fate had cursed me to live in.
The nearby forest?It was unmistakably the Forbidden Forest reborn.
Unicorns galloped among shimmering moonlit streams.Centaurs guarded their sacred groves with silent arrows notched and ready.
Our first meeting nearly killed me.
The instant they sensed "wizard," bows snapped upward. Every instinct screamed to flee.
Shield Charm.Disillusionment Charm.A rapid transfiguration of surrounding foliage into a defensive wall.
I slipped away in a shimmer of air — heart pounding, sweat burning in my eyes.
It was a harsh reminder:
I was not yet strong enough.
Forging the Body
Magic could break mountains — but stamina carried you through the war afterward.
Every morning now:Running through the halls.Push-ups and combat drills until my arms screamed.Wand movements repeated so often the wood felt like part of my bones.
The Room of Requirement twisted itself into a dueling arena.Targets and animated dummies lunged, dodged, and fought back with real force.
Spell chains became my obsession:
Protego → Expelliarmus → Stupefy → Depulso → Diffindo
Again.Again.Again.
Until the movements blurred into instinct and the crack of magic became rhythm.
Fortifying the Mind
At night, the battleground shifted inward.
Level 3 Occlumency had come — but Level 4 demanded perfection.
I waged war against anxieties, memories, instincts.I refined my mental fortress — walls stronger, passages sharper, emotions compressed into neat locked chambers.
Legilimency flowed more naturally than I expected.Perhaps thanks to Snape.Perhaps because part of me relished understanding others so deeply.
Probing my own memories became like walking through endless libraries of my life — each shelf perfectly organized, every truth categorized.
I felt… unstoppable.Not yet a master, but dangerously close.
The work never ended.
But every cauldron brewed,every spell cast,every sprint until I collapsed…
It all pushed me closer to the power I needed.
Middle-earth would be shaped by swords and rings —but it would learn fear of wands.
And when the war reached its peak, when Sauron and his armies rose again…
It would not be Gandalf who changed the fate of this world.
It would be me.