The new year started as expected—with my Gacha spins. My luck seemed questionable at first. The first spin landed on a TNT Block. While I appreciated the potential destructive power, it wasn't exactly groundbreaking given my access to C4 in the CS shop. The second spin, however, redeemed itself. I unlocked AOE Damage, a significant upgrade to the CS system. This enhancement allowed any bullets fired from CS-system weapons to transform into explosive rounds. Best of all, it was toggleable. This upgrade had the potential to revolutionize my combat strategy.
The third reward was Eagle Eye, an intriguing skill that allowed me to view my surroundings from a bird's-eye perspective. When I activated it by closing my eyes, my vision shifted as though I were soaring above the ground. It was disorienting at first, but after some practice, I realized just how invaluable this skill could be for scouting, planning, and even mid-combat maneuvering.
Satisfied with my new tools, I turned my attention to the brewing tensions at Hogwarts.
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The atmosphere at the castle was a mix of awe and anxiety. James Moriarty—my alter ego—had become somewhat of a celebrity. Some students, particularly the girls, admired the persona I had crafted, referring to me as The Patriot. On the flip side, news of the Basilisk lurking within the school had left many on edge. While a few dismissed it as sensationalism, others were genuinely terrified. The whispers in the corridors and the darting glances at shadows kept reminding me of its presence.
The Basilisk was a threat that had to be dealt with, and quickly. After some contemplation, I decided to involve Harry Potter in my plan.
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One evening, I found Harry sitting alone in the Gryffindor common room, diligently working on a Transfiguration essay. He looked up as I approached, curiosity flickering in his green eyes.
"Harry," I said in a low voice, "we need to talk. Privately."
Without waiting for a response, I gestured for him to follow me. Leading him to the Undercroft after some surprise and questions about the room I laid out the situation.
"The Basilisk," I began, watching his reaction closely. "It's real. And it's in Hogwarts."
Harry's eyes widened in shock. "What? How do you know that?"
"I have my sources," I replied vaguely. "The point is, it's dangerous, and it needs to be dealt with before it hurts anyone else."
Harry hesitated. "Shouldn't we tell Professor Dumbledore? He'd know what to do."
I shook my head. "What if it escapes while we're waiting for him to act? What if it attacks another student? We don't have time to wait for the Headmaster to get involved. Besides," I added, leaning closer, "you're the only one who can open the Chamber of Secrets. Your ability to talk to snakes is the key."
Harry's reluctance was evident, but I could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he nodded. "Alright. What's the plan?"
This is why Harry is much likeable because when a situation of what if arises Harry doesn't questions peoples sources just like he didn't even think for a second about how I knew he could talk to snakes, he was too busy thinking about saving the school.
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The plan was simple but risky. Harry would lead me to the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets and open it using Parseltongue. Once inside, I would confront and kill the Basilisk. Harry, meanwhile, would stay outside the chamber and wait for thirty minutes. If I didn't return within that time, he would alert the authorities.
"Why can't I come with you?" Harry asked as we finalized the details.
"Because I need you as a failsafe," I explained. "If something goes wrong, someone has to warn the others. Besides, it's too dangerous. The Basilisk can kill with a single glance."
Reluctantly, Harry agreed.
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The night of the plan arrived quickly. Under the cover of darkness, Harry and I made our way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. The ghost was as talkative, but we managed to sidestep her curiosity long enough for Harry to open the entrance.
"Open," he hissed in Parseltongue, and the sink slid aside, revealing a dark, gaping hole.
"Remember," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "thirty minutes. If I'm not back, you know what to do."
Harry nodded, his face pale but determined.
With that, I jumped into the passage, landing in the slimy, dimly lit corridor that led to the Chamber of Secrets.
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The chamber itself was eerie as I had imagined—dark, damp, and filled with the oppressive aura of something ancient and deadly. The massive stone serpent carvings lining the walls only added to the atmosphere.
I activated Eagle Eye, allowing me to scout the area from above. Sure enough, the Basilisk was coiled near the far end of the chamber, its massive body partially hidden in the shadows.
Taking a deep breath, I began my assault.
First, I threw a flashbang grenade into the chamber. The sudden burst of light and sound disoriented the Basilisk, forcing it to rear back in confusion. Using the precious seconds I had gained, I took out my AWP sniper rifle, toggled on the AOE Damage feature, and aimed for its eyes.
The first shot hit its mark, shattering one of the creature's deadly golden eyes. The Basilisk let out a deafening roar, thrashing wildly in pain. I fired again, taking out its second eye and rendering it effectively blind.
With its vision gone, the Basilisk was still a formidable opponent, but now the playing field was more even. I drew Caliburn, the blade gleaming with an almost holy light in the dim chamber.
As the Basilisk lunged blindly, I sidestepped its massive head and drove Caliburn into its skull with all my strength. The blade pierced through its thick scales and bone, striking true. The creature let out one final, earth-shaking roar before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
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Covered in grime and adrenaline still pumping through my veins, I made my way back to the entrance of the chamber. Harry was waiting anxiously, his face lighting up with relief when he saw me.
"Is it done?" he asked.
"It's done," I confirmed.
As we closed the chamber and made our way back to the dormitory, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The Basilisk was no longer a threat, and Hogwarts was a little safer—at least for now.
Before we could reach the Griffindor common room I turned towards Harry and said. "I am sorry Harry."
"For what?"
"For this, Obliviate."
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As the months passed, life at Hogwarts and in the wizarding world began to stabilize. The chaos surrounding the Ministry's downfall was gradually replaced by a semblance of order, though the scars of the upheaval were still visible. Meanwhile, I spent my days training and quietly forwarding Horcrux locations to Dumbledore, using my Moriarty persona.
I chose not to retrieve the Horcruxes myself for a specific reason. Ever since I began actively working toward the greater good, I noticed a subtle but undeniable change in my connection with Caliburn. The sword seemed to resonate more strongly with me, as though acknowledging my efforts. I wasn't about to jeopardize that bond by pursuing power for selfish reasons.
My Gacha spins during these months were mostly uneventful, yielding mundane items like clothes and food. However, one particular skill stood out: Master Chef. This skill not only enhanced my cooking abilities but also significantly boosted my potion-making skills. It turned out to be surprisingly useful, as I began experimenting with advanced potions that even Snape might respect.
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In February, the wizarding world witnessed another major event: Sirius Black's trial.
The trial was a grand affair, with the public and media eagerly watching the proceedings. I made my appearance at the Wizengamot with a special guest in hand—Peter Pettigrew. Capturing the rat had been laughably easy; all it took was a bit of bait (food) and some patience. The moment Pettigrew transformed back into his human form, his guilt was evident. His cowardly attempts to flee were futile, and I had restrained him without much trouble.
During the trial, Pettigrew's confession under Veritaserum revealed the truth: Sirius Black was innocent, framed for crimes he hadn't committed. The courtroom erupted in outrage, but the overwhelming evidence left no room for doubt. By the end of the day, Sirius was a free man, his name cleared at last.
The most heartwarming outcome of the trial, however, was Harry's newfound happiness. With Sirius now officially his godfather, Harry would no longer have to endure the Dursleys' abuse. He would finally have a home where he was truly loved and cared for.
Watching the joyful reunion between Harry and Sirius filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction. Perhaps, amidst all the chaos, I had managed to do some good after all.
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As the school year drew to a close, life at Hogwarts returned to its usual rhythm. Exams came and went, marking the end of another eventful term.
The remaining months were relatively peaceful, allowing me to focus on honing my skills. My training sessions became more intense, as I worked to master new techniques and strategies. The bond with Caliburn continued to deepen, the blade feeling like an extension of myself. It was as though the sword recognized my intentions and rewarded my efforts by becoming even more attuned to me.
I also continued my studies, particularly in areas like Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions, where my progress impressed even the most critical professors. My Master Chef skill turned potion-making into a surprisingly enjoyable activity, allowing me to brew complex elixirs with ease.
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Finally, the second year came to an end. The Great Hall was filled with laughter and chatter as students celebrated the start of summer vacation. For some, it was a time of excitement and anticipation; for others, a bittersweet farewell to friends and mentors.
As the Hogwarts Express prepared to depart, I found myself reflecting on the past year. It had been a whirlwind of challenges and triumphs, of secrets uncovered and battles fought. The journey had not been easy, but it had shaped me in ways I hadn't anticipated.
When the train pulled into the station, I said my goodbyes to my friends and boarded a carriage that would take me back to the orphanage. Despite everything that had happened, the thought of returning to my old life for the summer brought a sense of normalcy.
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Back at the orphanage, I found it difficult to maintain my usual training routine. Space was limited, and the constant noise and interruptions made it nearly impossible to focus. That's when inspiration struck.
I remembered the enchanted suitcases I'd seen in the movies—cases charmed with expansion spells that could hold anything from a simple room to an entire National Park. It was the perfect solution. Before June began, I made a trip to Diagon Alley to purchase one.
The prices ranged from 1,000 to a staggering 25,000 Gallons or more. Thankfully, money wasn't an issue. Using the CS system's bank, I exchanged some of my currency and settled on a suitcase priced at 17,000 Galleons. It was worth every Knut. Inside, the space was immense—equivalent to four football fields.
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When June arrived, it brought my monthly Gacha spins.
The results were... interesting, to say the least:
1. Pancake – A single, perfectly golden pancake. No special abilities or magical properties. Just... breakfast.
2. Water Ball – A skill that allowed me to form balls out of water, similar to snowballs. However, a water source was required.
3. Intel – A fascinating ability. By scanning a corpse, I could witness its final moments, giving me invaluable insights into how the person died.
Though not the most exciting haul, the Intel skill had potential. I could see it being useful in both investigations and combat scenarios.
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The first half of June was spent transforming the enchanted suitcase into my personal training facility. I poured my creativity into designing a space that catered to all my needs.
The suitcase now featured:
A dueling arena for practicing combat spells and techniques.
A gym equipped with weights, machines, and other tools for physical conditioning.
A swimming pool for both relaxation and endurance training.
A small bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom, making it possible to live inside the suitcase for extended periods.
To maximize productivity, I created clones to train and maintain the facility 24/7. While they worked tirelessly, I focused on planning my next steps.
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By mid-June, something unusual started happening.
At first, it was subtle—a faint warmth coursing through my body at random intervals. I dismissed it as a side effect of my magical circuits activating during training. But as the days went on, the heat intensified.
My circuits would flare up unexpectedly, sending waves of heat through my veins. It wasn't painful, but it was disorienting. Despite my best efforts to diagnose the issue, I couldn't pinpoint the cause.
Then, one evening, it all came to a head.
While reviewing my plans in the suitcase's study, I felt a sudden surge of energy. My vision blurred, my limbs grew weak, and the world spun around me. The heat within my body spiked to unbearable levels, and before I could react, I collapsed.
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