The next few days were spend ingesting all sorts of potions. Nutrient potions for malnutrition. Potions to strengthen my new bones. Blood replenishing potions. All sorts of little things to fix this wrecked body until it was atleast normal.
Meanwhile Vernon Dursley that lovely man had a visit from Perenelle and they had a lovely discussion. That discussion involved his death in a very gruesome way that became reality. It also involved him getting drunk and beaten to death in an alley. Good times.
On the list of shit to do. I pulled out the memories from the horcrux to see where the others were. There was a lot of them and they would be quite unpleasant to get. There were all the regular ones, the cup, the diadem, the locket, the book, the ring, this soul fragment was before he made Nagini but that was probably one, his wand was a horcrux that's going to be tough, the sorting hat was a horcrux, every single death eater had a chunk of his soul in their dark mark making them mini horcruxes, there was a brooch of Gryffindor, there was a few more since he was effectively trying to get to 13 horcruxes, this Voldemort was 100% absolutely fucking insane.
Going over the memories it's nothing but glee at killing off humans, to him all life existed just to obey him or be killed by him. My amount of rituals and human sacrifices he's done is on an absurd level. Almost every inferius in the cave guarding the locket was a witch or wizard he had captured and used dark rituals on to absorb their magic abilities, rip out knowledge from their mind, torture for glee. It was a really nasty way to go.
The death eaters were no better, to get their mark they had to murder an entire family in front of the man while he watched. Rape, torture and death were the only consistent things.
Honestly this was a dark dark world.
I was ill prepared for most of this stuff. Sure I'd done a bit of gruesome things but this was on a whole new level.
I took the time to learn the Magic's that he knew going over what I could use and what I couldn't use. Rituals involving sacrifice were a no go. On the plus side he would also be weaker now. His body was destroyed and he would have to either make a new one or something else.
He had a vast wealth of knowledge which I would browse through. He took most of his followers useful magic or abilities by ripping it from their mind using legilimency.
Going through his mind I started buying books from the system based on what he knew. When you have a magical system that has everything you want to buy it's kind of hard to pick out the proper things you would need without know what they are called. It's like trying to search for a word and that word appeared 10000 different times but it's all different things.
I also needed to look up information on obscurials. Having a magical emotional time bomb inside me was not the best thing but maybe I could find a way to use it.
It would take me quite a while to get healed up. While that was happening the flamels were searching for tutors for me. I wanted military style trainers to teach me certain things. The goblins and wizards could teach me quite a lot but there's some things that regular people do that's just better. They would be hiring ex special forces who wouldn't asks questions and just did what they were paid to do.
The others would be someone to teach me body enhancing magic. You could basically pour your magic powers into your muscles and blood to strengthen them. This was a really cool looking magic. You had to know a lot about the human body to be able to use it. Voldemort didnt use it much as he just overwhelmed people with pure magical force but he could still do it.
Finally I had bought a book on war magic. Large scale destructive magic dangerous and effective.
This was of course all for after I got healed and put on some weight and muscle from the nutrient potions. I had to start working out on a daily basis again. I couldn't do some of my old rituals because once my body get absorbed by my other body. I'd more than likely die in a magical core explosion.
I couldn't bring my real body to this world because it didn't exist in this world. There was some magical death laws or something along those lines preventing it from happening. The flamels had bodies here and they could just replace them.
So no magical strengthening allowed, no rituals I've already done as they could have adverse effects. However I could still use my animagus form which was nice. I however couldn't use my metmorph powers. I think it's because animagus forms are more of a spiritual thing? No idea I'm not a magical scientist.
My Cloak, Elder wand and resurrection stone did the same thing it usually does. It steals the power from the ones in this world. Two items of this kind cannot be allowed to exist in the same space. So mine being the stronger of the lot ate the others in a way. It's kind of like a paradox that fixes itself. You've got two people in the same time and place who are the same person and one of them absorbs the other to make everything stable. Time stuff man.
Of course I had no fucking clue what they were doing exactly when they got stronger besides the wand having more power. Does the invisibility cloak make me more invisible? The fuck does it do. This question would drive me almost to madness when I thought about it.
Too much bed rest and nothing to do is what makes you ponder on these things.