The next morning, I wake up with my house elf and Daphne in my arms, their bodies filled with my seed, while Pansy dutifully gives me a morning blowjob—just as I trained her to do. Even though she's exhausted and her pussy and ass are sore, she still wakes early to serve me with her mouth.
After letting them rest, I head to the living room, where a meeting is set up with the magical races on the island. Representatives of the vampires, werewolves, Veela, centaurs, and my one and only Maledictus — along with the daughter we conceived— are present. My mother, Lily Potter, and Artoria Greengrass oversee the gathering.
We discuss various house-related matters, ensuring stability among the different factions. By the end of the meeting, each race's leader entrusts me with their daughters, offering them to serve me personally during my years at Hogwarts. Since I can only visit the island during the Christmas and summer holidays, this arrangement ensures my connection with them remains strong.
My mother takes the girls to prepare them for their new roles, while I focus on returning to Hogwarts for classes the next day. Before leaving, I take Artoria aside and lead her to a room near mine, furnished with two beds. I inform her that she and her sister will reside here from now on. When she thanks me, I stop her, suggesting there are far better ways to show her gratitude. Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her deeply, only breaking away when a thin strand of saliva still connects our lips. Satisfied, I leave her to settle into her new home.
I then make my way to the bathroom, where some of the maids take pleasure in serving me. Once refreshed, I head to the fireplace, where Pansy and Daphne await with my new maids. Together, we step into the enormous hearth and travel via Floo Powder back to the private Slytherin quarters at Hogwarts.
Upon arrival, Daphne and Pansy part ways, heading to their rooms. I instruct my maids to settle in and clean my quarters while I make my way to the library. As expected, I find Hermione and Harriet deep in research about Nicolas Flamel.
With the holidays approaching, I take the opportunity to assess the progress of my other worlds, ensuring their conquests continue smoothly. Since Voldemort's vessel remains a looming threat, I decide to assist them, ensuring they move forward in their campaign. To aid Hermione and Harriet, I present them with the necessary books—detailing how to bypass the obstacles leading to the Philosopher's Stone and everything they should know about Nicolas Flamel.
That evening, I indulge in my new servants, beginning with my centaur girl before moving on to an enticing trio with the werewolf and vampire girls.
The week passes swiftly, settling into a routine of attending classes and spending time in the wizarding room with the sixth-year girls, mentally preparing them for their final year at Hogwarts.
It's Saturday, and Harriet and Hermione are preparing to face the challenges set by Hogwarts' professors to guard the Philosopher's Stone.
Joining them, I lead the way to the forbidden third-floor corridor, taking advantage of the Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff that has drawn most students and teachers away.
Our first obstacle is Hagrid's massive three-headed hound. With a flick of my wand, I activate the enchanted harp, instantly lulling the beast into a deep slumber. We slip past it and descend through the hidden trapdoor below, landing amidst the grasping tendrils of Devil's Snare. Rather than struggle, we allow the enchanted plant to lower us gently, arriving at a locked door with enchanted keys flitting wildly overhead.
I step back, letting Harriet handle this portion. With skill, she maneuvers a broom through the air, successfully seizing the correct key and unlocking the door. As we move forward, we encounter the towering enchanted chess set. Instead of allowing it to be damaged in the trial, I transport the entire board to my personal world for safekeeping before continuing on.
Next is Snape's potion challenge. I let Harriet take the lead once again—she correctly chooses the small bottle that allows her to pass through the magical flames. Once she disappears beyond the fire, I turn to Hermione, convincing her to leave and seek help in case things go south. When she finally departs, I step through the barrier and hide, waiting for the final encounter.
Harriet stands before the enchanted mirror, studying its reflection, when Quirrell's trembling voice breaks the silence. Their conversation unfolds just as it did in the original timeline, but the moment I confirm that Harriet has already secured the Philosopher's Stone in her pocket, I make my move. Voldemort, now desperate, urges Quirrell to strike first, and Harriet retaliates instinctively.
As for me, I can't resist a touch of nostalgia—I raise my wand and cast *Expelliarmus!*, disarming Quirrell with a dramatic flourish. Of course, I could have used any number of attacks, even a physical strike, but this is the Wizarding World—I have to honor tradition.
As Voldemort's fragmented soul attempts to flee from Quirrell's dying body, I decide to intervene. Using my dominion over death—an ability granted to me through Hades' powers and strengthened by the Deathly Hallows—I tether this world's underworld to my own. Though I haven't yet fully merged the two, I successfully absorb Voldemort's soul into my realm, ensuring he won't escape so easily this time.
With the battle over, Harriet turns to me, her eyes glistening with emotion. Overcome with relief, she throws herself into my arms, her body trembling as she clings to me. She whispers her gratitude before pulling me into a deep, lingering kiss. I return the gesture, savoring the warmth between us—until an exaggerated cough breaks the moment.
Dumbledore.
Predictably, he launches into a string of questions, analyzing the situation with his usual enigmatic tone. Though I answer briefly, it's clear that even if he wanted to detain us, he wouldn't be able to stop me. Once he's satisfied, he finally allows us to leave.
The next day, rumors of Voldemort's return spread like wildfire through Hogwarts. I suspect Dumbledore is behind the leak. As expected, the girls across all years believe us without question, while the boys scoff at the idea, dismissing it as attention-seeking. Of course, we all know their denial is just a mask for their jealousy.
As the school year nears its end and the holidays approach, I prepare to leave Hogwarts, eager to check on the progress of my other worlds. But beyond that, I have a new goal—establishing a connection between the Wizarding World and *Legacies*. With my maids accompanying me, it's only a matter of time. I can't wait.
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