A month passed — and with every day, my irritation sharpened.
Despite possessing knowledge stolen from Ollivander and thousands of years' worth of Sauron's memories… every attempt to craft a wand failed. None could withstand the depth of my magic. The cores darkened, splintered, or simply dissolved under the weight of my power.
I needed something stronger.
Fortunately…
System Refresh: Monthly Summon Available
I exhaled, calming myself as the familiar spectral interface materialized. Two new items descended into my world.
And when I saw them…
My pulse quickened.
Item Acquired: Elessar Stone
The jewel crafted by Celebrimbor himself — a gem of restoration, light, and eternal vitality.
So powerful… and yet, in my hands, destined for corruption.
The second prize —
Creature Summoned: Balrog of Morgoth
A fiery titan of shadow and flame. I contained it within the System's space — for now. But one day… Hogwarts itself might tremble beneath its steps.
With new purpose, I descended into the hidden basement of Grimmauld Place — once a den for deranged Blacks — now my personal forge of domination.
What I was about to craft wasn't a wand.
It was a weapon of a god.
Laid out across the anvil:
Mithril ingots — light as whispers, stronger than steel
Yew wood — the favorite conduit of dark lords
Thestral tail hair — death's essence woven into threads
A Dementor's severed finger, a relic of chilling soul hunger
The Elessar Stone, brilliant and pulsing with ancient magic
Through crafting technique stolen from Aulë's own apprentice, I fused wood and metal seamlessly.
Runes from Númenor and enchantments of death magic coiled through the staff like veins of shadowed silver.
The Elessar Stone sank into the head of the staff — its emerald radiance twisting into a darker shade under my touch. Healing magic was now laced with pain — restoration and ruin united as one.
Three days of relentless forging…
On the dawn of the fourth day — it was complete.
Before me stood a staff of impossible elegance:
Obsidians and silver spirals along the shaft — the Mithril gleaming like starlight trapped in darkness.Thestral hair embedded like veins of shadow.The Dementor's finger encased within the core — a silent scream of stolen souls.
And at the crown:The Elessar Stone, glowing with corrupted majesty — emerald fire swirling like captured storms.
When I grasped it…
Magic burst through me like a tidal wave.
My staff thrummed with ancient hunger.
It wanted dominion.It wanted a world to conquer.
"It will have one," I whispered.
With a motion fueled by Sauron's forging knowledge — the staff curled inward, shivering in green flame…
Shrinking.
Transforming.
In my hand now rested what appeared to be nothing more than a wand — slim, beautiful, swirling with blackened silver and deep green.
But beneath the illusion…
It was a weapon capable of commanding armies.
With this, I wasn't just ready for Hogwarts.
Hogwarts was unprepared for me.