It's been two months since I began building my Death Eaters. Every day, I brought them to the Room of Requirement — my secret fortress of learning and power. Within those enchanted walls, I trained them relentlessly, shaping their raw potential into something extraordinary.
My Eye of Insight had already revealed their strengths to me. Edward Lestrange possessed a sharp, analytical mind — perfect for ritual magic and curses. Walburga Black had power born from pride, a force that could bend others to her will. Anne Rozier had a natural talent for transfiguration; Odella Greengrass showed an intuitive control of nature-based magic that would one day rival even the best druids.
Eileen and Tobias Prince were a rare pair — her magical precision and his surprising cunning blended beautifully in combat. Demetrius Nott, cold and calculating, had the makings of a strategist. Amelia Fawley's talent for wards and enchantments made her invaluable. Vincent Crabbe's raw power, though undisciplined, made him a terrifying duelist once I honed his instincts. And, of course, my trusted friends Abraxas Malfoy and Orion Black — their loyalty and ambition made them my most reliable lieutenants.
With my Wizard King talent, their growth was nothing short of miraculous. Each spell I demonstrated, they learned with astonishing speed. The talent's passive effects amplified their potential — every lesson became a transformation. Their magic reserves grew by 20%, their minds sharper, their casting faster, and their control refined. In just two months, I had turned promising students into a formidable private army.
But knowledge alone isn't power. Power requires symbols — marks of unity, loyalty, and fear.
That's when I turned my attention to the Dark Mark.
Using my system-gifted knowledge of runes, enchantments, and curse-binding, I spent weeks perfecting it. My goal was to create more than a mere brand of servitude — I wanted a network, a living magical bond.
The new Dark Mark does more than burn and summon. It's an extension of my own magic. Through it, I can feel every member's presence — whether they live, breathe, or die. It grants me telepathic communication, allowing silent coordination over vast distances.
I even integrated a magical transfer function. I can channel magic through the marks — lend my strength to my followers, or drain theirs into me if I require it. The rune network also allows each bearer to store 10% of their magical energy within the Mark, to be drawn upon in battle when exhaustion sets in.
It is a creation worthy of a Dark Lord — but I'm not just a Dark Lord. I'm a visionary.
After finalizing the design, I called each of my followers to the Room once more. The flickering firelight danced across their faces as I raised my wand, murmuring the spell that would forever bind us. The serpentine mark ignited across their forearms, glowing emerald and black before sinking beneath their skin. They gasped — pain and ecstasy mingled — as the connection formed.
And the moment the last mark was sealed, a familiar chime echoed within my mind.
[System Notification: Congratulations! You have perfected the Dark Mark.]Reward: Perfect Dark Magic TalentAdditional Rewards:– Complete Knowledge: Creation of Inferi– Advanced Sectumsempra Spell– Advanced Knowledge: Horcrux Theory
My lips curled into a smile. The Perfect Dark Magic Talent… the words alone sent a thrill through me. My understanding of dark arts expanded instantly — like the floodgates of forbidden knowledge had burst open. I could feel the depth of it: shadows whispering, secrets unraveling.
Inferi. Sectumsempra. Horcruxes.
Each one a masterpiece of destruction, control, or immortality.
I gazed at my followers — my first true disciples — and felt pride swell within me. They had chosen me not out of fear, but belief. Belief that I would reshape the world.
The world needed change. The magical world had grown weak, complacent, blind to the future. And the Muggles — they were evolving too fast. In my past life, I saw it firsthand. Machines, weapons, bombs that could erase cities in seconds. It's only a matter of time before they discover us — and when they do, they'll destroy everything we are.
To survive, the magical world must rule, not hide.
And if that makes me a Dark Lord… then so be it.
But unlike the fool of the original timeline, I won't fall to arrogance or sentiment. I'll recruit from every house, every bloodline, every corner of the world. I'll build a new order — one bound not by fear, but by power and purpose.
The era of mediocrity ends with me.
And the reign of the Wizard King begins.