"Aldi, did you remember everything? Listen to your teachers, don't get into fights, don't transform unnecessarily, and don't go out at night without your ring and that demonic crap!
"It's Wabajek! It's not my fault you can't handle him. Unlike the legend of the Deathly Hallows, he is, in fact, a gift from God. I just don't believe that my mother created such a mediocre artefact and gave it to mortals! As far as I'm concerned, it was created by an ordinary wizard.
"Yes, yes, whatever you say. The most important thing is not to lose your ring! I'll try to buy a house near Hogwarts so you can visit me," said Lily, smiling and hugging me.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine, I love you, Mum!" I said, running into the school train carriage.
What did I do for a whole month before leaving for school? I tuned up Wabajek. I finished the ring, enchanting it to instantly teleport me to Lily. I made myself some normal clothes, especially for studying magic.
One was modelled after the Aldmeri mage costume. A black cloak, hood, gloves with metal overlays, and boots with metal inserts. This costume provided good protection against targeted spells and enhanced combat spells. For added drama, I called it the Black Wing.
The second costume consisted of a blue cloak. It had a high collar that covered part of the head on the sides and back. It had wide sleeves and a sapphire belt tied with a silver chain. It was suitable for formal receptions and events where it was not customary to hide one's face, and it did not allow you to be seen freely. He was enchanted by the charm of his interlocutor and his friendliness. After thinking about it, he called it the Imperial Cloak. Imperials always knew how to sweet-talk people.
The third robe was a black velvet cloak with a hood. It was edged with silver threads embroidered with small protective runes. This robe enhanced all spells and magic and increased the quality of artefacts and potions, allowing magic to flow more freely into creations. And during the creative process, there can be explosions. It also protected against magic. I will use it every day for my studies. I named it the archmage's cloak.
Needless to say, all my clothes were enchanted to maintain their cleanliness and integrity. Anyone in my past world could have done such enchantment, otherwise the wars and dirt would have ruined my clothes.
Passing through the train into one of the empty carriages, all the students could see a handsome guy with shaggy, ash-coloured hair that slightly covered his red eyes. He was wearing a black T-shirt with white stripes on the sides and three white diamonds in the centre. He had white jeans and a black backpack on his back.
Finding a free carriage and taking a seat, I locked the doors with a spell. I don't like strangers in my comfort zone.
The train started moving, and I began to think. What should I do to revive magic? First, free the dragons and restore their minds. Most of the dragons in this world are little different from animals. They are even kept in pens! The essence of magic, which they represent, is kept on a chain. Strength, loyalty, pride and intelligence are what magic should show, and therefore dragons too! But they are beaten and made into gloves for the garden beds.
Second, magic must be brought into the human world. Mages hide from ordinary people, preventing magic from being fuelled by ordinary people, or as they are called here, Muggles. Wizards despise humans and think they are weak... Ha ha ha, funny. Any well-trained person can kill a wizard. The Comrades or the Dark Brotherhood are examples of this. Not all of the Comrades were werewolves, only the inner circle. The Dark Brotherhood operated in secret. They struck from the shadows and did not shy away from using poison.
And the question arises, how to organise all this? The answer is simple...
"Knock, knock, knock." My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. A spell of silence and no problems.
So, the answer is simple: seize power. I have experience in this, but here I need to act more gently than in Skyrim. Tyranny is an option, but my mother would not approve. I need helpers to maintain order. Again, no problem. I will recreate a dragon cult here that will be loyal to me.
I pondered all this until the train began to slow down. Putting on my archmage's cloak, I stepped out of the carriage.
"First-years! First-years! Everyone gather here!" - We were greeted by a fat giant with a thick beard that looked like it had never been washed. He was looking for someone in the crowd but couldn't find them. Spitting, he turned his back to us.
"Follow me! Don't fall behind.
The giant led us to a pier with boats. We were told to get into the boats in groups of three, and we set off. Unfortunately, I was joined by a red-haired boy in an old robe with freckles on his face. A girl with messy hair and large front teeth that made her look like a witch sat down next to me.
"Hi, my name is Ron Weasley, what's yours? And why are you wearing such a strange robe? Are you a pureblood?" - He said the last words with a grimace.
"Hmm... Alduin Potter. I don't judge people based on their blood purity. Your parents being Muggles doesn't determine your power." I'm right about that: magical power doesn't depend on whether your parents are wizards or Muggles. But I'm an exception for obvious reasons. In general, Mother Magic is trying to restore her power by giving it to her children...
"So you're Alduin Potter! Is it true that you stunned He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named with a magical blast, and then your mother cut off his head?!" - So that's how it was presented to the world... My mum told me about some prophecy that caused a dark wizard to hunt me down. But he left the world of the Ancient Scrolls and came back to the same village and set it on fire!
"Oh, I read about that! I'm Hermione Granger, my parents..." I didn't listen any further, put on my headphones and listened to music, ignoring what the two of them were saying to me.
When I reached the middle of the lake, I saw a castle. Not finding anything special about it, I just swam on, paying no attention.
Swimming into a cave and walking through the corridors, we met a tall elderly woman who started talking, but I didn't listen to her. Finally, she left, and the redhead started bothering me again. Calm down, Alduin, if you rip his tongue out, Mum will be upset.
"What's that you've got there?" "That... that idiot! He touched my headphones and took them off me!"
"Fus!" - Whisper, not shout, the red-haired idiot is knocked off his feet and forced to roll around on the floor several times. All the students looked at me in fear, many began to whisper about a magical blast. Yeah, right, they think you can't do magic without a wand.
"Ha, that's what traitors to their blood deserve! I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," said the slick blond, walking up to me and looking at me proudly. The main thing is not to burn it, I promised!
"Aldwin Potter.
"Hmm, strange, they said you should have black hair and green eyes, but it doesn't matter. Soon you'll understand that some wizard families are better than others. I offer to help you figure it out." Said the blond, holding out his hand to me.
"Fus-Ro!" Another whisper. The blond guy threw two strong guys, knocking them down and taking them with him. They were thrown against the wall, and there was a minute of silence, but then they groaned.
"Oh, these magical emissions, I'm sorry, but I have to decline your offer, Draco. I can figure it out myself, and if not, I have someone to ask, my mother is still alive.
"Yeah, your mother..." I didn't let him finish, otherwise I would have been dead. I cast a panic spell on him. He shook, roared and fell to his knees, hiding from everyone in the corner. When the two guys approached him, he squealed.
"Ooh, what have we got here?" Ghosts flew into the room where we had been left. Mum said there were ghosts here. Maybe we could eat them later, like the souls in Sovngarde?
The children, already excited by what had happened, were even more frightened. I used a minor scare spell on the undead. The ghosts hurried away from us to the other end of the castle.
"Mr. Malfoy, get up and stop worrying so much, it's just a distribution, there's no need to cry. Here, take this," said the woman who had met us. She handed Draco a vial. At first, he was afraid to take it, but he managed to accept it with trembling hands and drink the potion. After a couple of minutes, he calmed down. "And you, Mr. Potter, why are you not in uniform?
"This is my uniform." At my words, the woman began to get upset, but I didn't listen to her.
We were led into a huge hall with five tables. Four tables were occupied by students, and the fifth was for teachers. We were called up one by one to a stool and given a hat that told us where we would be studying.
At that time, I was looking around the hall. The ceiling, which looked like the sky, was an illusion. Candles floated in the air and did not melt. This hall was in the centre of the castle and held a lot of magic... Maybe here I could summon my mother to this world for a short time? I miss them so much...
"Alduin James Potter," said the woman. Everyone looked at me in surprise. Behind the teacher's desk, I noticed the headmaster, the archmage. He looked serious and a little surprised.
I walked over to the stool and a hat was placed on my head. A minute, two, three. Nothing happened, the hat remained silent. I let it settle on my head, but there was no result.
"Why are you silent?" I asked mentally.
"What can I say? All the options are suitable for you and, at the same time, they are not. The headmaster said to enrol you in Gryffindor, but I can't do that, I can't enrol you in any of the houses, they won't suit you.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Yes.
"Then make the right decision, one that suits me, magic will help arrange everything.
"That's never happened before, but I'll do it," said the hat, conveying its thoughts.
"DOVA!" she shouted to the entire hall.In the next moment, the magic of the place boiled, the tables with the students moved apart, and a fifth table appeared in the centre, which was smaller but looked more elegant. There was expensive carving around the edges, and the only chair was made of black metal covered with black velvet and silver thread. A fifth coat of arms appeared on the wall, depicting a dragon. Changes began to appear on the school's coat of arms, which depicted a lion, a snake, a badger and a raven. The first letter of the school's name began to disappear. In its place appeared an image of a dragon, before which the four animals of the faculty bowed their heads.
"Now that's something else," I said quietly with a smile. But in the complete silence, my words sounded like thunder.
With a satisfied smile, I went to my table, where gold and silver tableware had already been laid out. Unlike the tableware at the other tables, mine was made of real gold and silver.
"Now that we've finished the seating arrangements, I would like to remind the students that entering the forbidden forest is strictly prohibited! Also, this year, the corridor on the third floor is off limits. That is, of course, unless you want to die a horrible death. And now, I declare the feast open!" said Dumbledore, when he had recovered his composure.
Food appeared on the table, but I didn't look at what was behind me. At my table, there was a roast piglet, pies, soups that were in Skyrim, heather honey and... ROLL CAKE! SWEET ROLL CAKE, MOLAG BAL EGO PODERI!
After the feast, the faculty heads began to gather the first-year students and take them to their quarters. The director approached me.
"Alduin, there's been a difficult situation. Your faculty doesn't have a place, wait a moment, I'll sort something out with the deans.
When he left, I stood up, made myself invisible, and left the hall. I used a spell to find my way, setting the task as "a decent place to live." A silver thread led me through corridors and moving staircases, which I simply levitated through. On the eighth floor, the thread came to a halt against a wall. A couple of seconds later, doors appeared, opened, and let me through.
The room was huge, with a luxurious black bed in the middle that could fit ten people. There was a fireplace and a large table. The room had doors leading to a bathroom with a decent swimming pool filled with warm water, and another room leading to a workshop with a laboratory.
"Hmm, where are my things?" - In an instant, my backpack appeared on the desk. "Ha, that'll do."
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