I stepped onto the familiar grounds of Hogwarts for my fifth year, the crisp autumn air brushing against my face. Nothing much had changed in the castle itself, but I had. Each year, I felt myself growing stronger, smarter, more capable. I could feel the power within me swelling as I walked through the entrance hall, my lieutenants trailing respectfully behind.
Routine and Mastery
Classes this year were routine, but I treated them as opportunities to push the limits of my magic.
In Potions, I brewed complex mixtures with the kind of precision that even Slughorn openly marveled at. I experimented with my own concoctions, creating potions that could temporarily enhance magical control, boost energy reserves, or sharpen senses in combat.
During Transfiguration, I worked with Dumbledore personally, refining complex spells and pushing the boundaries of what a single wizard could do. By now, I was capable of combining multiple spells silently, performing transfigurations in combat scenarios without the slightest hesitation.
In Defence Against the Dark Arts, I practiced advanced dueling techniques with my lieutenants. I trained them relentlessly, ensuring they could react instinctively to my commands in combat. Each duel improved my reflexes and mastery over spells, and I experimented with combining dark magic and precise charm manipulations to create unexpected effects.
I also dedicated several hours daily to alchemy and runes, applying Nicolas Flamel's knowledge to invent unique magical tools and items. Each creation subtly increased my influence and power, making my eventual goal of world domination feel inevitable.
Exams and Recognition
As expected, I achieved perfect scores in every class again. The professors openly praised my accomplishments; some whispered behind my back, clearly uneasy at how much a first-year's heir of Slytherin had grown in power and knowledge.
At the end-of-year feast, Slytherin won the House Cup once more. My lieutenants and friends cheered, but I remained composed, analyzing every expression around the hall — alliances, rivalries, potential recruits. Every glance, every gesture was data.
The Reward
As I boarded the Hogwarts Express for the journey home, my system chimed in my mind.
Ding:Host has completed the fifth year of Hogwarts. Reward: Uchiha Bloodline with Sharingan — 3 Tomoe.
I closed my eyes and felt a surge within me, a strange, piercing awareness that had nothing to do with my previous magical training. My vision sharpened, my reflexes subtly improved, and I could sense magical energy, intent, and movement around me as if they were drawn in lines before my eyes.
Three tomoe. I knew the Sharingan would grow with experience, allowing me to predict movements, read magic, and react with incredible precision. This was an asset unlike any other — a combination of power, perception, and strategy that would make me virtually untouchable in combat.
A small smile crossed my lips. Even Dumbledore won't be able to catch me by surprise now.
Plans and Thoughts
I leaned back in my compartment, watching the scenery blur past. The fifth year had been steady, strengthening my foundation, my reserves, and my knowledge. But the real work had just begun.
Recruitment, experiments, inventions, expansion — everything was in motion. I could feel the Uchiha bloodline's power threading through my veins, preparing me for the challenges ahead.
By the time I returned to Hogwarts for my sixth year, nothing would be the same.