The end of my third year came faster than expected. Exams, as usual, were effortless — I received perfect marks in every subject, much to the delight of the professors and the envy of nearly every student in the castle. Slytherin, once again, took the House Cup, and the celebration in the common room stretched long into the night. But while the others rejoiced, my mind was already somewhere else — far ahead, plotting, planning, preparing.
When the Hogwarts Express finally came to a stop at King's Cross, I stepped off, my usual calm confidence hiding the anticipation stirring beneath the surface. Once I was alone, away from the noise of students and the chatter of parents, I disapparated directly to my manor.
The moment I arrived, a familiar ding echoed in my head.
Ding!Congratulations, Host, for completing your third year at Hogwarts.Reward: Legacy of the Deathly Hallows.
My eyes widened slightly. The Deathly Hallows… Even in my past life as a Muggle, I'd heard the tale. Three brothers, three artifacts of unimaginable power — and now, their legacy was mine.
The moment I processed that thought, searing pain lanced through my skull. I stumbled, clutching at my temples as a flood of knowledge poured into my mind — vast, ancient, and unbearably complex.
First came Antioch Peverell — his presence was sharp, controlled, his thoughts honed by centuries of wandlore and battle. I saw flashes of him crafting wands from elder, phoenix, dragon heartstring — his hands moving with absolute precision. His voice echoed faintly in my mind.
"The wand is not just a tool. It is an extension of will — of dominance. Magic obeys those who command, not those who plead."
I saw how he forged the Elder Wand, the intricate runes etched into its core, the perfect balance between destruction and control. Knowledge of combat flowed into me — both light and dark, refined and raw. His understanding of alchemy and runic reinforcement settled deep in my thoughts, making my previous studies feel childish by comparison.
Then came Cadmus Peverell — his essence was calm but shadowed by sorrow. His knowledge was vast, focusing on life, death, and the delicate magic that separated the two. I felt his mastery over charms, his ability to manipulate the boundary between soul and body. He whispered softly:
"Life and death are not opposites. They are mirrors. To control one, you must understand the other."
Images flooded my mind — of rituals to summon spirits, to mend souls, and to bind life essence into objects without corruption. I saw how the Resurrection Stone was crafted — not a simple rock, but a condensed fragment of death magic stabilized by runes and transmutation circles. My understanding of resurrection, soul repair, and immortality deepened beyond what any wizard alive could dream of.
Finally came Ignotus Peverell — his energy was lighter, yet his knowledge was as deep as the others. I saw flashes of him weaving spells of concealment, bending light and shadow to craft true invisibility. His studies in Transfiguration, conjuration, and fantastic beasts were unmatched.
"Power is useless if it draws attention. To rule unseen is to rule absolutely."
I watched him forge the Invisibility Cloak, embedding the threads with ancient runes that even Death himself could not pierce. His knowledge of alchemy was subtle but elegant — not about transformation, but balance. The merging of the natural and the magical.
When the flood of knowledge finally ended, I dropped to my knees, panting heavily. My vision flickered between darkness and blinding light, ancient sigils spinning behind my eyelids. My body trembled from the sheer volume of power and understanding that had just been forced into it.
Ten minutes later, I finally opened my eyes. My breathing steadied. My magic pulsed — deeper, richer, older.
I flexed my fingers, feeling new energy coursing through me — a fusion of all three brothers' legacies. Runes and equations formed effortlessly in my mind, designs for enchanted artifacts, combat theories, even theoretical rituals I could never have imagined before.
Then the system chimed once more.
Bonus Effect:The Deathly Hallows recognize you as their true successor.Should you ever touch any of the three Hallows, they will obey you without resistance.
I smiled faintly, leaning back against the wall. "So even Death's treasures will bow to me now… how poetic."
The air around me shimmered faintly as ancient power resonated through my core. My eyes glinted with ambition. With the legacy of the Peverells — knowledge of life, death, creation, and concealment — my path toward true supremacy had just taken its greatest leap yet.
"I've already surpassed Tom Riddle," I whispered to myself. "Now… it's time to surpass Death itself."