It's been three days since I locked myself away from the others, pouring every waking hour into mastering earth magic. Three days of stone, dust, and sweat—of bending raw matter beneath my will. And now… I've done it.
The ground trembles lightly beneath my boots as I stand in the center of the clearing. The Elder Wand hums in my hand, resonating with the ley lines that thread under this valley. I take a slow breath and point the wand forward.
"Terragolem Constructio."
The spell flows out like molten gold, sinking into the earth. For a moment, silence. Then the ground moves.
The soil splits apart as stone and dirt twist upward, hardening, shaping—twelve massive figures rise from the ground like ancient guardians answering a call. Their bodies are carved from granite and packed earth, each one standing twice my height, eyes glowing with faint, earthen light.
"Perfect," I whisper.
My magic stretches, connecting to each of them through invisible threads. They are extensions of my will, of my mana. Controlling one golem would already drain an ordinary witch or wizard. Controlling twelve at once should be impossible. But I'm not ordinary.
Two souls. One child's body, one adult's reservoir of magic. Together, they form something far greater.
I feel the twin wells of power swirling within me—my reincarnated soul, brimming with intellect and experience, and my new life's magical core, vibrant and young. Combined, they make my reserves vast, almost bottomless.
The golems bow their heads slightly, awaiting command. I smile.
"Begin construction. Foundations first. Follow Rowena's plan for the base layout."
They move instantly, heavy footsteps shaking the earth. Massive stone blocks lift from the ground, sliding into place with perfect precision. Dirt piles itself into flattened platforms. The castle's skeleton begins to emerge—slowly but surely, the dream of Hogwarts takes shape.
From the ridge nearby, Rowena watches, her blue eyes wide. "You made… constructs? Twelve of them?"
"Golems," I reply, still channeling magic into their movements. "Self-repairing, partially autonomous, bound to my control. It'll speed things up."
Godric bursts into laughter. "You're bloody brilliant, Seraphina! You'll have us living in a castle by winter!"
Helga just shakes her head with that warm, motherly smile of hers. "Just don't overwork yourself, dear. You're glowing like the moon again."
I exhale slowly. She's right—the air around me is shimmering faintly, my magical aura visible to the naked eye. The sheer flow of energy needed to maintain twelve constructs is staggering. But it feels… good. My body hums with raw magic, steady and alive.
As the sun lowers, the valley fills with sound—the rhythmic pound of stone meeting stone, the low hum of enchantments, and the voices of my friends laughing as they work.
I take a seat on a nearby boulder, watching my golems labor tirelessly. They never tire. They never falter. Each one follows my instructions with absolute obedience.
[System Notification]New Skill Unlocked: Golem Crafting (Level 1/100)Earth Magic Proficiency Increased: 25/100Genius at Magic +2 → 22/100
A satisfied smile curves my lips. The system window fades as quickly as it appears, leaving only the steady warmth of achievement in my chest.
The castle is rising. Slowly, yes—but faster than history should allow. I'm rewriting time itself, building a legend before the world even knows it exists.
Rowena approaches quietly and sits beside me, her expression thoughtful. "You realize, don't you, that what we're creating here will change the world?"
I glance at the nearly finished foundations and nod. "That's the idea."
She studies me for a long moment. "Sometimes I forget you're only sixteen."
"Sometimes I forget too," I murmur, eyes on the growing fortress. "But maybe that's what this world needs—someone who remembers what the future can be."
The wind stirs, carrying the scent of stone dust and magic. My golems continue their tireless work, shaping walls that will one day shelter generations of witches and wizards.
And as night falls over the valley, a soft notification chimes in my mind—
[New Quest Generated: Establish the Hogwarts Foundation]Objective: Oversee the construction of the school and its protective wards.Reward: 500 Points + Unique Title – "Architect of Legends."
I grin, heart pounding. "Let's build history."