After Nathan Clarke's body lay down on the bed in the guest room, Avada—far away at Hogwarts—finally removed the control device from his head and rubbed his temples tiredly.
It was already long past curfew. He was lying properly in his own bed, and several of his dormmates nearby were already snoring loudly.
The pure-blood families…
They truly were a terrifying behemoth.
What they had shown in the original story now seemed to be nothing more than the tip of the iceberg of their true power. They had spent centuries quietly laying plans in the shadows, slowly drawing the entire magical world under their control. Even Voldemort—the terrifying Dark Lord who had nearly wiped out wizarding society—was, in their eyes, merely a product that could be replicated.
Avada couldn't help wondering whether there might be another possibility.
Perhaps the method shown in the original timeline—bringing every contradiction into the open and resolving everything through a massive wizarding war—had actually been the most thorough way to uproot the pure-blood families completely.
After all, after the Second Wizarding War ended, the Muggle-born Hermione Granger eventually became Minister for Magic. That alone suggested that by then the pure-blood families had been severely crippled by that war.
But in the situation he had created—where Voldemort had already been captured—the current wizarding world had no opportunity for such a dramatic upheaval.
Although the public backlash from the Chamber of Secrets incident last year, combined with Dumbledore's actions, had severely damaged the reputation of the pure-blood families, that was ultimately far from a fatal blow to them.
Thinking about it this way…
If they truly wanted to eliminate the pure-blood families' obstruction of society entirely, the only option left seemed to be a slow and patient process—unraveling the problem thread by thread, spending several generations gradually grinding them down.
Peaceful, certainly.
But the extended timeline would also introduce countless variables, any one of which could become the beginning of their plans collapsing.
The Chamber of Secrets incident was already a textbook example. And the recent werewolf attacks—who knew whether the pure-blood families had anything to do with those?
That meant he, Dumbledore, and forces like Nobby Leach University would all have to remain constantly vigilant, exhausting themselves countering every move the pure-blood families attempted.
"Mentally exhausting…"
He rolled over, shifting into a more comfortable position and yawning as he sank into the soft mattress beneath him.
Fortunately, he could divide his attention between two bodies. Otherwise, he would have had no time at all to rest or enjoy life.
Once he graduated, this identity of his would absolutely claim Ministry subsidies and spend a few years lying around comfortably, enjoying life to the fullest.
Meanwhile, Nathan Clarke could keep working to his heart's content. If that body ever truly "died," he could just build another one.
As for the Muggle world…
That was even less of his concern.
Wizarding society might have developed slowly over the past several centuries, and in terms of technological advancement it lagged far behind Muggle civilization.
But the personal power of wizards was more than enough to guarantee their survival against anything Muggles could create.
Even if wizarding society were suddenly exposed completely to the Muggle world today, Muggles would still pose no real threat to wizards' safety.
Because magic itself transcended the laws of matter.
As long as Muggles had not touched magic, they would never be able to truly threaten wizards.
If he had to compare it to a game from his previous life—
Muggles were like master Redstone players.
They pushed the mechanics of blocks to their limits, assembling countless ingenious contraptions according to their needs.
Wizards, on the other hand…
They were command players.
No matter how destructive your Redstone cannon might be—
/gamemode 1.
Reality worked the same way.
Tanks?
A simple Levitation Charm would do. A fully grown wizard could lift an entire house with that spell.
Jets and missiles?
Airspace restriction charms.
Guns and artillery?
Just curse yourself so that all high-speed projectiles automatically vanish or teleport away before reaching your body. Not even difficult—Avada himself could already do it.
Special operations forces?
Even more pointless.
Disillusionment Charm.Shield Charm.Apparition.Legilimency.Obliviate.
Nuclear weapons?
Those with the authority to launch them were absurdly easy for wizards to control. And even if one were launched, most wizards could Apparate dozens of kilometers away with ease—escaping the blast radius entirely.
And that was only in the scenario of a direct military confrontation.
In reality, things would be even simpler.
A basic Muggle-Repelling Charm could make an entire army turn around on the spot. Add a rain of Forgetfulness Potion afterward and the army would probably disperse entirely.
So Avada genuinely couldn't imagine what kind of monster wizarding society might become if Nobby Leach University truly succeeded—breaking the shackles of magical stagnation, accelerating magical research, raising the average wizard's competence, and expanding the population.
Which was also why he had ultimately set aside his disagreements with Professor Benjamin Baker.
Because such a magical civilization would completely overwhelm the Muggle world.
Even if peaceful coexistence truly succeeded for a while, over time fear from Muggles and contempt from wizards would inevitably begin to grow.
Eventually, conflicts beyond imagination would arise.
Unless…
Muggles also gained access to magic.
Fortunately, as Professor Baker had said, all of that lay far in the future.
For now, the top priority was still dealing with the pure-blood families.
…
After he stopped relying on Intelligence Potions and Invigoration Draughts, Avada's sleep quality improved dramatically compared to previous years, and his mental condition became noticeably better.
Around this time last year, he had been several kilograms thinner.
So after a comfortable night's sleep, he once again put on the control device and resumed life in both bodies.
At Hogwarts, aside from attending classes as usual, he also had to prepare for the experiment scheduled two weeks later.
He had known from the beginning that the "relic of Voldemort" discovered by Dumbledore was the Horcrux cave.
After all, he had personally implanted that memory into Peter.
And as for how to reveal the existence of the locket…
He already had an idea.
Meanwhile, Nathan Clarke also opened his eyes.
Standing before a mirror, he carefully groomed himself from head to toe until every fold of fabric and every strand of hair was perfectly neat and spotless.
He was about to meet the Headmistress of this legendary university—
The greatest educator in Britain.
And the author of the textbooks used by his Hogwarts self.
Miranda Goshawk.
(End of Chapter)