IN HOGWARTS,
In the ancient halls of Hogwarts, a heavy stillness settled across the room as Harry Potter stood over the aged enchanted diary. A faint shiver ran through the students gathered there—Ron, Hermione, Neville, Draco, and several others—each overwhelmed by the same eerie anticipation. Harry read aloud so everyone could hear, his voice echoing softly against stone walls. The silence was not empty; it pulsed with curiosity, nerves, and the weight of history resurfacing from the distant past.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione leaned closer toward the diary, almost as if proximity would force it to reveal its secrets faster. Draco and Neville stood in one corner, their expressions serious—excitement and nervousness etched in their eyes. Hagrid sat wide-shouldered on a chair that creaked under his weight, while Professor Minerva McGonagall and Miss Amelia Bones settled on a nearby sofa. Amelia remained calm despite her steadily rising surprise, whereas McGonagall looked shocked, deeply intrigued, and somewhat unsettled by the story unfolding before them.
Just as the diary's ink traced its way across the page, it abruptly stopped.
"Why did the diary stop writing?" Harry asked the room, confusion tightening his voice. "It just… stopped."
"What?" Ron blurted loudly.
Hermione frowned. "What might have happened? Is Varkon really that powerful in dark magic? And why would it take all four gemstones—Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin—to kill him? It said each gem held power, personality, and even the legacy of its forefathers. What could Aldric's decision have been? Did Varkon return in a form like Voldemort's? Are they somehow connected?"
She exhaled sharply. "My mind is full of questions. Oh no… I'm getting a headache."
Ron groaned. "Not only you, Hermione. We feel the same. You've just given us even more questions! We only wanted to know about Master Aldric's decision—and now we have twice as many things to worry about!"
Neville rubbed his temples. "What could have happened afterward?"
"There are tons of questions ahead," Draco added. "Every time we solve one puzzle, we fall into another. Things are getting complicated."
Harry nodded seriously. "Draco's right."
Draco smirked. "When did you start thinking sensibly, Harry Potter?"
Harry shot him a playful glare. "When you were asleep and dreaming—and seeing me, Ron, and Hermione made you start thinking sensibly."
Draco laughed quietly, and Harry smiled back.
McGonagall, watching the exchange, turned to Hermione. "You are one of the most intelligent witches of your age, Hermione. You not only listened carefully but also gave us hints. You think deeply."
Ron sighed dramatically. "Yes, Professor. She thinks so deeply she irritates us sometimes. Right, Harry?"
Harry said nothing, only smiling.
Hermione snapped, "If you tease me again, I won't spare you, Ronald Weasley."
"What? I was praising you!" Ron defended.
McGonagall then addressed Draco. "And you, Mr. Malfoy—seeing you talk sensibly and work with your classmates makes all of us very happy."
Draco's cheeks reddened slightly. "Thank you, Professor."
Hagrid grinned at Draco's growing maturity.
"Harry," Hagrid urged gently, "try writing again. Let's see what happened next."
Harry nodded and wrote new questions in the diary—questions about Aldric, Varkon, the gemstone powers, and why the danger seemed destined to rise again.
The diary began writing once more.
It revealed that Varkon was indeed a dark wizard of terrifying power—so powerful that only Aldric and the four gemstones together had managed to defeat him. Varkon's strength had been tied to his dragon, Shadow Claw, and during the legendary battle Aldric had tried to slay both master and beast. Aldric offered Varkon a final chance to abandon his dark path—his dreams of ruling the world, torturing innocents, and destroying Muggle-borns.
But Varkon sneered. He vowed to build an empire of terror, claiming no one—not even the legendary Aldric—could destroy a pure-blood wizard like him.
Aldric answered solemnly: "Pure-blood, half-blood, Muggle-born—these are only names. Determination and heart make a true wizard. Magic belongs to the pure in heart, not to the corrupted."
With negotiations failed, Aldric raised the legendary sword. Shadow Claw shielded its master, but the clash was catastrophic. Varkon's dark power was absorbed into the Slytherin gemstone, while Shadow Claw's flames strengthened the Gryffindor gemstone, giving it an even sharper and more powerful essence.
Aldric trembled—not from fear, but from the weight of his destiny. The gemstones, sensing his selflessness, responded to him with full submission. With a final strike, Aldric killed Varkon. Yet in that moment, Shadow Claw suffered a deep wound, and the dark mark binding it to Varkon vanished.
Varkon's dying breath carried a curse of vengeance. Aldric sensed something dreadful—the dark spirit had separated from the body. Varkon would seek a host among his own bloodline. Aldric, Seraphine, and their friends realized that Varkon's obsession with power would never die.
Strange visions and dreams haunted Seraphine. She warned Aldric that Varkon knew forbidden spirit magic and might return. Helian predicted that if Varkon rose again, he would influence the world immediately, and the gemstones could not be commanded all at once. The Legendary Sword, though once tamed by Aldric, now contained fragments of Varkon's power absorbed through the Slytherin gemstone.
Seraphine revealed that her family's gemstone was turning black—a dark omen. Selene added that Varkon had already killed himself multiple times using forbidden rituals; no ordinary power could destroy him permanently. Only the Legendary Sword held that capability—and Aldric had been unable to kill Shadow Claw fully, giving Varkon a narrow chance to cling to existence.
The battle's aftermath brought more complications. Gryffindor's gemstone split into two pieces, overwhelmed by Shadow Claw's flames. Seraphine asked how they could destroy such evil.
Helian meditated on his gemstone, predicting that the gemstones submitted only to purity, love, and selfless determination. He spoke of a future "Legend"—someone possessing the combined virtues of all founders. If a Fifth Power, one stronger than both gemstone magic and dark magic, ever awakened, the gemstones would reunite and the world would see the end of destruction.
Seraphine hid her gemstone. Aldric and the others sealed Varkon's spirit within a magical box, hidden near the place of Seraphine's gemstone. She begged Aldric to protect her family's legacy.
The diary concluded with another revelation: Varkon had placed a forbidden spell on himself, sacrificing Shadow Claw to strengthen his spirit. That was why he survived the Legendary Sword.
Everyone in the room froze at the final prophecy:A Gryffindor descendant—"the Legend"—would inherit the gemstone and end Varkon's chapter when the Fifth Power awakened.
Ron's voice shook. "This means Varkon Blackshade was even stronger than Voldemort."
Draco nodded. Neville trembled, imagining Voldemort joining forces with such a monster.
Hagrid reassured them gently, believing Helian's prophecy. He suspected James—the young prodigy they all knew—might be the Legend.
Amelia confirmed it calmly: "Yes. James is the real Legend."
Harry was stunned.
"What about the Fifth Power?" he asked.
Amelia admitted that even Dumbledore and the gemstone guardians didn't know.
Hermione suddenly fell into deep thought. After Ron called her twice, she answered distractedly. When pressed, she explained:
"We missed something. Shadow Claw's flames were capable of destroying evil magic. Its rebirth would take generations because it needed purification. If the Gryffindor gemstone split into two pieces, it wasn't only to protect Aldric—it also absorbed all of Shadow Claw's power."
Ron blinked. "So?''
Hermione continued, "Thorn Claw—the dragon James befriended—might actually be Shadow Claw reborn."
Everyone gasped.
Amelia added that only James had managed to tame Thorn Claw, and the Gryffindor sword even glowed in his hands.
As everyone pondered Hermione's words, Neville whispered, "I think she's right."
The room fell into stunned silence, broken only by the soft crackle of torchlight as the weight of prophecy settled on them all.