Back home at my apartment, I was looking through a variety of files. Paperwork was truly annoying, but it had to be done. This current pile was all for college, though. Oxford operated on a Trimester system, and their first school term, Michaelmas, started in October and would go until December. Then there was the Hilary Semester from January until March, and lastly the Trinity Semester that went from late April to June.
I would be starting my first lessons in October, and I was quite excited about it. But there were still a bunch of things to sort through and file. Hence my busy schedule.
Sometime later, I leaned back and stretched, ready for a break and to start on dinner. Harry was at Hermione's today, I believed, and would be eating out with the Grangers, so I only had to prepare food for myself and Inky tonight.
As I got up, I shot a longing look towards the bedroom where I stashed Flamel's journal. The book had become my most prized possession, but I resisted the urge to crack it open and just lose myself in it.
As much as I want to, I lacked the time to really delve into Nicholas Flamel's tome, and there was a huge amount of data I'd need to go over before I could even scratch the surface of the secrets within.
It galled me to admit it, but I was less than a novice when it came to Alchemy. I'd focused more on Potions, Runes, and even Divination, and neglected the other disciplines. And while Potions would definitely get my foot in the door for Alchemy, a solid grounding in Transfiguration, Charms, and even Arithmancy and Astronomy was necessary to really get the most out of Alchemy.
'And even if I had the time, I lack a lot of resources necessary to even attempt any of the Flamel's more advanced rituals,' I thought to myself.
Alchemy itself was not a cheap subject to learn. A ritual that could turn a Muggle or Squib into somebody with magic? The temptation to try it out immediately was immense, but the quick glances I'd taken of it told me that it would be prohibitively expensive. Dragon's blood was one of the main ingredients, and that stuff cost a hundred galleons a pint!
Still, the cost didn't discourage me at all. In fact, it gave me a reason to keep going.
'What would I do when Voldemort was defeated?' That was a question that'd popped up in my mind a few times. Obviously, I'd keep running my businesses, but beyond that? I'd had nothing really planned. Maybe start a family? Live for a century or two before kicking the bucket?
But Nicholas Flamel had given me a task. A mission. A dream. A purpose! It would take years – decades! – to implement the Mundane-To-Magical ritual on a global scale, but it was possible.
The Statute of Secrecy would fall. It was inevitable. Already, the writing was on the wall for anyone to see it. Video cameras were becoming more common, and London would soon become infamous for the sheer number of security cameras it used. Before that happened, however, I would have to ensure that every human on the planet would become magical. It would cause chaos, but with everyone on a more or less equal footing, peaceful integration was possible.
I would of course have to direct things behind the scenes to make sure things went smoothly. But with my plans to amass an insane amount of wealth, I could solve a lot of problems by throwing money at them.
Still, there was a future me's problem. And that guy could handle it when it came up. For now, though, it was getting late, and I needed some food. Tomorrow, I would be taking Harry over to the Burrow for a playdate with the Weasleys, and organize a shopping trip down to Diagon Alley for their school supplies.
It was going to be fun!
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