After a mont of silence, Dumbledore asked, "Mr. Alex, what is the na of this spell?"
Alex thought for a mont and replied, "My World. It's called My World. This spell can freely alter the environnt and transform it into whatever form you desire. That's why I nad it My World."
"My World?" Dumbledore repeated the na thoughtfully and then asked the most crucial question,
"How difficult is this spell to learn? Can it be widely taught?"
These two factors would determine whether My World could rival Transfiguration as a groundbreaking spell.
If the spell's difficulty was relatively low, allowing every wizard to master it as they could Transfiguration, it would undoubtedly beco a revolutionary new spell equal to, if not superior to, Transfiguration.
However, if the spell's complexity prevented widespread adoption, it would rely beco a niche tool akin to ancient magic—powerful yet impractical.
Alex rubbed his chin, pondering whether Chaos Magic from this world could replicate the effects of My World.
After so thought, he concluded that it was indeed possible.
Chaos Magic inherently possesses imnse flexibility. As long as he could refine the casting gestures and mana flow, it would be feasible to simulate a simplified version of My World.
However, that would be the limit. To create a more powerful version of My World, he would need to alter so of this world's fundantal rules. Alex couldn't yet accomplish that, but he believed it was only a matter of ti. Once he destroyed all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, he would likely have the ability to manipulate parts of the rules governing the Harry Potter world.
Thus, Alex responded,
"Currently, this is a unique spell that only I can cast. It's still in its infancy, but with so refinent, it will eventually beco usable by other wizards.
Given so ti, I'll fully develop the My World spell, and by then, almost every wizard will be able to use it."
Dumbledore fell silent again. After a mont, he finally said, "I think I'll need to nominate you for more awards. A single First Class Order of rlin is far from sufficient to recognize your contributions to the wizarding world."
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A week later, Alex completed the developnt of the My World spell.
The spell only had two basic functions: extracting blocks and placing blocks. Yet even with just these two functions, it created an unparalleled impact on the wizarding world.
After the spell was made public, countless wizards began to study and use My World. Soon, nurous massive structures, defying the laws of physics, began to appear.
Even among wizards, there were those with boundless imagination. For instance, Ron's father, Arthur Weasley, used his creativity to design a variety of new structures built entirely from blocks. In a short period, he beca the wizarding world's foremost architectural expert.
Thanks to Arthur Weasley's innovative designs, the once-impoverished Weasley family quickly grew wealthy, amassing a considerable fortune in a very short ti!
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Though Alex was aware of the commotion outside, he paid it no mind. He even declined invitations to nurous balls and events hosted by various magical organizations.
Alex didn't care if other wizards used his spell. Nor did he care about fa or Galleons. After all, this world was destined to beco his world, and he would ascend as the Dinsional God of the Harry Potter universe!
Creating a spell for his future subjects wasn't an act of generosity—it was rely a casual indulgence on Alex's part.
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That day was the Halloween feast. Carved pumpkin lanterns floated in midair, their flickering lights casting ghostly shadows on the walls through the carved faces.
Thunder rumbled outside the Great Hall, but the atmosphere inside was jubilant. It was one of the rare communal feasts at Hogwarts, a joyous Halloween celebration.
Young wizards from all four houses sat at their respective long tables, indulging in the variety of delicious foods on offer.
Cheeses, fruits, and juices were arrayed across the tables, freely available for the students. Whenever a dish was emptied, house-elves would promptly replenish it. This truly was an unlimited buffet!
Alex sat at the Ravenclaw table, nibbling on the various delicacies in front of him.
The food was delicious, but most of it consisted of desserts. After just a few bites, he grew tired of the sweetness and didn't feel like eating anymore.
So, he picked up a book and resud reading.
As Alex read, the situation around him beca rather unusual.
Though he sat at the Ravenclaw table, students from all three other houses had inexplicably gathered around him, leaving their own tables to sit at his.
Among them were notable characters like Draco Malfoy and his two cronies from Slytherin, Hermione, Harry, and Ron from Gryffindor, along with Ron's brothers, Fred and George Weasley.
In addition to these familiar faces, upper-year students had also joined the gathering.
The majority of the group, however, were Slytherins. Even students who Alex had previously turned into slis to clean the toilets had made their way over.
Unlike the other houses, Slytherins had a tendency to admire power. Although many had clashed with Alex initially, once he demonstrated his strength and value, they quickly changed their attitudes, showing him reverence.
Slytherin girls, in particular, were determined to displace Hermione from Alex's side, vying to sit closer to him. Even upper-year Slytherin girls were no exception.
At this mont, they resembled a pack of hungry wolves circling Alex, the unsuspecting lamb.
Because so many students had abandoned their own house tables to be near Alex, the Great Hall presented an odd sight.
The Ravenclaw table was overcrowded, with students packed shoulder to shoulder, while the other three house tables had significantly fewer occupants. The Slytherin table, in particular, was almost deserted, with only a handful of students remaining.
At the head table, Dumbledore gazed down at the scene with a helpless expression.
He had reprimanded the students multiple tis, but no matter how stern his scolding, they would only briefly return to their own seats, only to gravitate back to Alex once he finished speaking.
In the eyes of his peers, Alex had already beco a godlike figure, akin to a second rlin.
Even as the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore couldn't force the students to abandon soone they regarded as their rlin.
Alongside his helplessness, a trace of worry clouded Dumbledore's eyes as he looked in Alex's direction.
The students had ford a wizarding group centered around Alex, which they called the Alex Fan Club.
This group wasn't founded by Alex himself but by none other than Draco Malfoy. Its sole purpose was to follow Alex.
The existence of the Alex Fan Club deeply concerned Dumbledore.
Alex's influence within this group had already surpassed the sway Voldemort held over the Death Eaters. If Alex ever decided to beco the third Dark Lord, the resulting catastrophe would dwarf the eras of both Voldemort and Grindelwald.
It wouldn't just be a disaster for the British wizarding world—it would be a calamity for magical societies worldwide!
That said, Dumbledore found so solace in the fact that Alex showed no interest in the Restricted Section of the library and only invented positive, constructive spells, never offensive or destructive ones.
It was highly unlikely that Alex would beco the third Dark Lord.
As Dumbledore pondered how best to guide Alex and ensure he stayed on the right path, the doors to the Great Hall suddenly burst open.
Professor Quirrell, his head wrapped in a scarf, ca rushing in, looking frantic.
He ran into the hall, shouting,
"Troll in the dungeon! Troll in the dungeon!"
Then, gasping for breath, he added,
"Thought you ought to know..." before collapsing to the ground.
Before Dumbledore could ask more questions, Professor Quirrell's eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
A troll?!
As soon as the young wizards realized the situation, panic broke out. All the students stood up simultaneously, rushing to leave the Great Hall and seek refuge.
Dumbledore frowned deeply and was about to shout to restore order. However, to his surprise, before he could say a word, the students collectively stopped and turned to look in the sa direction, imdiately falling silent.
Following their gazes, Dumbledore looked toward Alex. Even in the midst of this chaos, Alex sat calmly, leisurely reading his book. His deanor was so tranquil and composed, it was as if he existed in a completely different world, unaffected by the surrounding panic.
Of course, Dumbledore couldn't help but think that it would be more appropriate if Alex was reading a book on magical theory rather than a biographical novel.
The reason the students cald down so quickly was simple: they saw Alex. The Alex Fan Club, eager to emulate him, imdiately mirrored his calm behavior.
This collective calmness spread like a ripple, as humans are naturally social creatures influenced by the emotions of those around them. As a result, even those who weren't part of the fan club gradually settled down.
Seeing this, Dumbledore abandoned the shout stuck in his throat and instead said calmly, "Everyone, please remain calm. There's no need to panic. Prefects, guide your housemates back to your dormitories. Professors, follow to the dungeon."
Just as Dumbledore finished speaking, Alex closed his book, stood up, and began walking out of the hall.
The other students, following Alex's lead, began heading toward their dormitories.
However, before they could make much progress, a sharp scream pierced the air.
"Ah! A huge snake—and so many trolls! Alex, save !"
The scream ca from a Slytherin girl. Whether she was truly terrified or feigning fear was unclear, but as she cried out and trembled, she managed to expertly shove Hermione aside and wrap herself around Alex.
Alex was montarily speechless. The girl, a sixth-year Slytherin, was sixteen years old and towered over him by at least two heads.
At the mont, his face was entirely buried in her chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
This avatar of his, while powered by chaotic magic, didn't have great physical strength. As a result, he couldn't imdiately break free from the girl's grip and found himself being taken advantage of.
Quickly regaining his composure, Alex pulled out his wand and cast a Levitation Charm, gently moving the girl aside. Ignoring her resentful gaze, he walked to the window to assess the situation.
Outside, he saw a massive basilisk and several towering trolls rapidly approaching the castle.
Using his keen perception, Alex imdiately determined their target—it was him!
With a simple divination spell, Alex imdiately understood the reason behind the attack.
Ever since he had begun demonstrating his extraordinary talents in the wizarding world, Voldemort—hidden in the shadows—had been watching. As Alex continued to invent one groundbreaking spell after another, Voldemort started to panic.
It beca clear to Voldemort that if Alex were allowed to grow unchecked, he might surpass even Dumbledore and beco an even greater force for good. At that point, even if Voldemort were fully resurrected, he wouldn't stand a chance. His plans would crumble, for Alex would beco an insurmountable mountain blocking his path to domination.
Thus, Voldemort made his decision: Alex must be eliminated while he was still "weak."
The trolls and the basilisk unleashed today were part of Voldemort's plan to kill Alex.
It must be said that Voldemort's plan had already succeeded to a great extent. Dumbledore and the professors had been lured to the dungeons by the commotion, leaving Alex without imdiate backup. If Alex were rely an exceptionally gifted young wizard, he might indeed have been overwheld by the attacking monsters.
But Voldemort's plan was dood to fail. Alex was far more than a gifted wizard—he was a traveler from another world, with an essence rooted in the power of a multiverse-level entity.
As the young wizards around him panicked, Alex calmly stepped onto the windowsill. Ignoring their gasps and cries of alarm, he leapt into the air.
As he fell toward the ground, Alex retrieved a prepared bucket of water. Just before landing, he poured the water onto the ground, creating a perfect water block.
The mont Alex landed on the water block, a mystical rule of the world activated—he was completely immune to fall damage!
This was a basic trick from Minecraft: infinite water! Now, Alex had seamlessly applied it in the world of Harry Potter!
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anwhile, back in the Great Hall, as soon as the students and professors left, the unconscious Professor Quirrell stirred.
When he stood up, his face twisted into a grotesque expression—it was no longer Quirrell's face. The fragnt of Voldemort's soul had taken over his body entirely.
Now fully in control, Voldemort used Quirrell's body to sprint out of the Great Hall and onto the Hogwarts grounds. Once outside, he imdiately cast spells to direct the basilisk and trolls toward the castle.
Ever since Alex began to demonstrate his prodigious talent, Voldemort had been unable to sleep or eat in peace. Alex's potential terrified him. With enough ti, Voldemort realized, even in his pri, he wouldn't be a match for Alex.
As a genius himself, Voldemort deeply understood how overwhelming a true prodigy could be to an ordinary wizard.
Unfortunately for Voldemort, he was now the ordinary wizard, while Alex had beco the prodigy.
Voldemort could not accept this. He would not allow it.
Today would be the day Alex died.
Watching Alex leap from the window, Voldemort couldn't suppress a triumphant grin.
"Still just a foolish young wizard," he thought. "Too reckless, too inexperienced. He's as good as dead!"
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