he will buy that soon enough.
Technically No as per google. but I thought why not add as animagus is just he representation of the inner animal.
I have a little bit in my mind. the real story begins in the second year wait for that part.
"Transfiguration" was more of a challenge, but not overwhelming. By the end of these six months, he had mastered the basics expected for first-year students and had already started to experiment with second-year material. His ambitions extended far beyond the classroom, though. "Transfiguration" was a versatile tool, especially in battle. The idea of becoming an Animagus excited him—changing one's form could provide an edge most wizards could only dream of. But that was a project for another day.
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Sorry, his real role in the story comes after 2nd year.
Blaise, leaning back with a smirk, said, "You'd think we'd be used to this by now, but no—every year, it's the same."
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I wanted to do that at first. but then I thought wouldn't Dumbledore or snape be more cautius of a 11 year old who has mastered Occulmency?
"For my third wish," I began, "I want a mythical creature as my Animagus form. Something that reflects my strength and ferocity."
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You mean the wood type explanation?
"This," Ollivander said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "is a wand of immense power. The Nundu is a creature of legend, and this core reflects both strength and resilience."
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Flitwick mostly stayed to himself. I wouldn't call him dumbledore's men by a long shot. he is some one in this story at least do what is right than be a sheep like other Order members
Flitwick blinked in surprise, but then his expression softened. "If that is what you wish, Damian, I would be honoured."
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mc would certainly seek power but I am not yet sure of immortality. And yes he will have his own morals. like frank castles
ya thats the plan
I dont know. if you feel it akward I will place the lords ring in the index
Damian looked down at the ring on his pinky, his heart pounding. For a second, he thought it might freeze his finger off—it felt like the air around it was alive, crackling with magic. But then, the cold subsided, and the ring seemed to settle. He let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding.
HP: The Black Star
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