While his main body was wreaking havoc at the Ministry of Magic, Noah's shadow clone, disguised as an ordinary student, moved swiftly through the corridors until he reached Dumbledore's office. The door was locked, but with a simple spell, he managed to open it silently.
Inside, the office was as always: full of books, magical artifacts, and curious objects, all perfectly organized. The clone moved quickly through the room, scanning shelves and opening drawers in search of something specific.
After a few moments of searching, his eyes landed on a small glass case at the back of the room. There, glowing faintly under a dim light, was the Golden Snitch. The clone smiled slightly and, with a swift motion of his hand, took it.
With his objective fulfilled, the clone exited Dumbledore's office as discreetly as he had entered, walking through the corridors until he reached Harry's room. He opened the door without making a sound and stepped inside. The room was quiet, but the clone immediately began rummaging through Harry's belongings. He moved books, checked drawers, and sorted through items quickly, searching for something in particular.
Finally, his eyes settled on the Invisibility Cloak. With a quick motion, he picked it up and carefully rolled it, sealing it inside a scroll.
Wasting no more time, he headed toward the library. As he walked through the corridors, he summoned a wooden dragon with a jutsu, making the creature appear in the Great Hall. The dragon made of branches began to cause a commotion, drawing the attention of the professors, who didn't hesitate to chase it through the halls.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the clone slipped unseen into the library. Once there, he approached the restricted section. With a single gesture, a sealing scroll appeared before him, and he began absorbing books at high speed.
When the last book entered the scroll, the shadow clone sensed a presence approaching. Without hesitation, he vanished in a swirl of leaves, disappearing just before Dolores Umbridge, the new headmistress, stumbled into the library.
Similar scenes played out across the magical world. Even places like the Vatican and the Pentagon were stripped of their secret books and records. Soon, international uproar followed as various political, magical, and religious institutions began hunting the thief like mad.
Meanwhile, in Romania, an abrupt political transition occurred. In an unexpected twist, the country's president resigned without warning. Within just a month, a new, unknown candidate emerged from nowhere, winning the presidency with a surprising 65% of the vote.
The news spread quickly around the world, but what no one expected was the radical change brewing behind this political figure.
Noah, who had adopted the name Adrian Tepes in his new identity, now sat in the seat of power of this small but strategic country. What seemed to be a mere leadership change in a remote corner of the magical world soon became something far more significant.
Under his leadership, creatures of the night began to gather in Romania. Vampires, werewolves, veelas, dark wizards, and all manner of supernatural beings from across the world were drawn by the promise of a new order. These creatures—historically isolated or marginalized—found in Noah a leader capable of giving them both voice and power.
Without giving the established magical organizations time to react, Noah swiftly consolidated his power. He formed a formidable army composed of all types of magical and supernatural beings. Using his cunning and strategic skills, he tightened his control over Romania and imposed his will without resistance.
In a short time, the Alucard Empire—as Noah decided to name his new kingdom—began to take shape in the shadows. Rumors about this rising empire under the leadership of Adrian Tepes—or rather, Noah—quickly spread through magical circles.
Now, in his new role as sovereign of the creatures of the night, Noah sat upon his dark throne, an imposing seat that symbolized the power he had achieved. As he surveyed his surroundings, a faint smile formed on his lips. Everything had been surprisingly easy. Politics, alliances, and power plays had simply been steps in a well-executed strategy game.
The magical world, steeped in its own complacency, never suspected what was taking shape in this small corner of the world.
Honestly, Noah never thought achieving his goals would be so easy. He had underestimated the chaos that someone like him could cause in the magical world. But now, with everything within his grasp, he was preparing to completely reshape the landscape of magical power.
Yet, after turning his gaze to his subjects, his smile faded, replaced by cold indifference.
Though the creatures of the night proclaimed him their leader, Noah wasn't fooled. He knew exactly where their respect came from. It wasn't loyalty, nor devotion… it was simple, pure survival instinct. They followed him because he was strong. Because under his protection, they were safe. Because, for the first time in centuries, they were not hunted, marginalized, or forced to live in the shadows.
But that didn't mean they trusted him.
From his throne, Noah watched the representatives of the various factions gathered in the great, dark hall of the castle that now served as the seat of the Alucard Empire. Vampires of ancient bloodlines, feral werewolves, rogue wizards, and creatures thought to be only legend. All spoke in hushed tones, whispering among themselves, studying him with respect… and suspicion.
Noah noticed everything. Every evasive glance. Every restrained gesture. Every carefully chosen word.
He knew that this supposed unity was fragile. One moment of weakness, and more than one of them would try to seize the opportunity. His authority was not built on trust, but on fear. And fear, however useful, was never eternal.
But Noah didn't care. He wasn't seeking their loyalty or their applause. He only needed their usefulness. He knew that the moment he stopped providing safety, power, or advantage, many of them would turn against him. That's why he always planned several steps ahead, always prepared for when that moment would come.
After all, this entire empire was founded by Noah for a single reason. It wasn't conquest, nor a desire for power. The sole purpose of this empire was to gather as many creatures of the night as possible so they could serve as sacrifices for something Noah had been planning for a long time—something that still required traveling to a specific world to complete.
Casting a cold glance at all those standing below, Noah dismissed them before heading to his quarters.
Selene tried to follow him, but he pushed her away.
Biting her lip in frustration, she stomped the ground in anger before leaving.
Upon reaching his chambers, Noah opened a portal and disappeared from the country, reappearing in his old laboratory in Tibet, now reduced to a common cave.
Taking out the time machine, he set the coordinates before leaping through time.
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Noah, hidden under the Invisibility Cloak, watched from a corner of a laboratory. He was somewhere in the 14th century, in the underground of a rural estate in northern France. The place smelled of dried herbs, melted wax, and ancient smoke. Open books, bubbling flasks, and a protection circle etched into the floor filled the space.
Nicolas Flamel placed treated obsidian shards, infused with unicorn tears, into a crucible. He added powdered alchemical sulfur and black salt, then lit the fire beneath the crucible. It wasn't a normal flame: it was magical, bluish, fueled by runes engraved on the metal itself.
The mixture melted into a dark, viscous substance.
Flamel took a lead-sealed vial. Inside floated an opaque sphere—this was a human soul, trapped through a combination of dark magic and an ancient ritual of spiritual separation.
Without hesitation, Flamel poured the vial's contents into the heated mixture. It reacted instantly, as if it had come to life. The soul didn't scream or shine. It was simply absorbed. The liquid turned an earthy red color.
In another container, he dissolved a small amount of purified gold. He mixed it with distilled moonwater, and then added a drop of his own blood.
He poured this solution into the main cauldron, and the entire contents began to thicken, like resin hardening.
The resulting substance was poured into a mold of cold stone. Flamel drew a containment symbol over it: a double spiral with a central triangle.
He then stored the raw form inside a mandrake wood box, sealed with enchanted wax. He left it for six hours before opening the mold.
When the stone was removed, it had the shape of an irregular red prism.
Noah took mental notes of the entire process before silently leaving the place, behind the ecstatic Nicolas Flamel, who was practically dancing with joy.
Returning to his own time, Noah took a deep breath before focusing.
He took out a vial of Felix Felicis and drank it, then summoned a spatial vortex.