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Over the next week, Hecate threw herself into a rigorous schedule of lessons, each day packed with potion brewing, Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA) training, Herbology studies, and more. Though she appeared to be a diligent student, her real intentions went far deeper. Beneath the surface, Hecate carefully concealed her true abilities—skills that far exceeded what any Hogwarts professor could teach.
Potions Lessons
In Potions, Professor Slughorn marveled at her precision and efficiency. Hecate followed every recipe to the letter in class, always producing flawless results. Behind the scenes, however, she employed her Green Green ability to subtly enhance the potency of her ingredients. She would lightly touch a sprig of asphodel or a root of valerian, causing it to flourish momentarily, its magical properties surging.
When tasked with creating a particularly volatile Draught of Living Death, her classmates struggled to achieve even a pale imitation of the potion's famous silvery sheen. Hecate, on the other hand, produced a brew so perfect it seemed almost otherworldly.
"Brilliant work, Miss Targaryen," Slughorn exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "A natural talent for potions, I see!"
Hecate gave a modest smile, masking the truth: her control over plants had made her ingredients so perfect that success was inevitable.
Defense Against the Dark Arts
DADA was one of the few lessons that required constant vigilance. While Hecate excelled in casting spells and counter-curses, she avoided revealing her full capabilities. She resisted the urge to use her Sinking Shadow ability during mock duels, knowing that vanishing into the darkness would draw too much attention.
Instead, she relied on standard defensive spells, her agility and strategic mind setting her apart. When faced with a duel against a particularly aggressive seventh-year, she narrowly dodged a barrage of hexes and retaliated with precise disarming charms, earning her praise from Professor Duval.
"Impressive restraint," Duval said after the duel, his sharp eyes scanning her. "You have a talent for reading your opponent's moves."
Hecate only nodded, hiding the satisfaction she felt at successfully outmaneuvering someone far older without resorting to her more advanced abilities.
Herbology
In the greenhouses, Hecate was careful to limit the use of Green Green, though it was tempting to let her magic run free. While her classmates wrestled with Venomous Tentacula and struggled to coax Fanged Geraniums into bloom, Hecate worked calmly, her hands never hesitating.
Unbeknownst to her peers, she secretly used her ability to soothe the plants, encouraging them to grow more docile under her touch. When Professor Sprout inspected her work, she was delighted to find Hecate's plants thriving beyond expectation.
"Outstanding, Miss Targaryen! You've a natural rapport with magical flora," Sprout declared, handing her top marks for the lesson.
Hecate gave a polite nod, hiding the slight smirk tugging at her lips.
Study Sessions
Late at night, Hecate utilized her wandless magic to push her limits. With no one around, she summoned objects from across the room, transfigured small items into more complex shapes, and conjured barriers with ease. The castle's shadows became her training grounds, where she practiced melding into the darkness and manipulating her environment undetected.
Using Fourth Wall Perception, she devised study plans that targeted her weaknesses, ensuring she was always one step ahead of the curriculum. When she wasn't practicing magic, she poured over advanced texts from the Restricted Section, which she accessed with James's Invisibility Cloak.
Gaining Recognition
Though she kept her true abilities hidden, Hecate's performance in class began to draw attention. Professors whispered among themselves about the "prodigy" preparing to skip three years of study, while students speculated about her unusual skill.
James and Sirius were especially vocal in their astonishment.
"Seriously, Hecate, do you ever sleep?" Sirius asked one morning, watching as she answered a complex question in Transfiguration without hesitation.
"Sleep is overrated," Hecate replied with a sly grin.
Despite the rumors, no one could quite figure out how she managed to excel so consistently. To them, she was simply an exceptional student, albeit one with an air of mystery. To Hecate, every moment was another step toward uncovering her full potential.
And as the days passed, she felt herself growing stronger, her confidence in her abilities only solidifying further. The exams loomed ahead, but Hecate was unshaken. She would pass them not because of her hidden talents, but because of the unwavering determination that drove her forward.
As Hecate laid her head on the pillow, the familiar chime of the system echoed in her mind. The notifications brought with them a cascade of rewards, insights, and revelations.
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[You have evolved your mortal body further:]
Reward: •Enlargement of the sub-dimension
Hecate felt the sub-dimension within her inventory. Once a small haven, it now stretched vast and grand, capable of holding entire ecosystems. It could now serve as a sanctuary for her growing collection of magical beasts and artifacts.
Reward: •Grimoire spell:
A shimmering, translucent book materialized infront of her , pages filled with intricate glyphs and incantations. was a spell that bound magic across distances, connecting her directly to her creations, companions, or even distant objects. Its potential for espionage, communication, and control was boundless.
Reward:• +15 STR
She could feel her body becoming stronger, her muscles denser yet retaining a graceful, lithe form.
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[You have hatched a Mutant Bewilderbeast with potential danger of continent+ level:]
Reward: •5×10000 Galleons
Her treasury grew substantially, a glittering hoard of wealth that would allow her to fund ambitious projects or acquire rare materials with ease.
Reward:• Skill: "Mother's Embrace"
This unique skill allowed mindless or wild beasts under her care to slowly develop intelligence. More than just obedience, they would gain the ability to reason and strategize. The creatures would revere her as their mother, an unparalleled bond that ensured loyalty.
Glacielle, the Mutant Bewilderbeast
The Bewilderbeast she hatched was no ordinary specimen. Massive and majestic, its shimmering icy hide radiated an aura of dominance. As it acknowledged her as its mother, an unbreakable link formed between them.
Reward:● 20% of Glacielle's abilities
Hecate now had access to a portion of Glacielle's immense powers:
•Cryokinesis: She could summon shards of frost and unleash icy storms.
•Territorial Influence: An innate ability to inspire loyalty and fear among beasts in her presence.
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[The Oldest ■■■'s Favorite:]
Reward: •Those associated with death respect you
Entities tied to death—ghosts, banshees, wraiths, and even certain necromantic beings—would instinctively recognize her status. This respect would manifest as reverence, hesitation to harm her, or even willingness to serve.
Reward:• Shadows protect you
The darkness itself seemed to become her ally. Shadows would shift to conceal her, absorb incoming attacks, or act as an extension of her will.
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[You're acknowledged as a genius among geniuses:]
Reward: •+50 INT
Her mind became sharper, her thoughts flowing with unprecedented clarity. Complex magical equations and ancient riddles felt like child's play.
Reward:• Copy Card (One use)
This card granted her the ability to replicate any skill or ability she witnessed, whether magical or physical. Its potential was limitless, but its one-time use meant she had to choose wisely.
•Wandering Eyes has leveled up
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[You're the youngest Animagus:]
Reward: •Cast magic in Animagus form
Unlike most Animagi, who were limited to their natural abilities while transformed, Hecate could now wield her full arsenal of spells while in her dragon form .
Reward: •Animagus Skill: "Wind Slash"
A razor-sharp attack formed from compressed air, capable of cutting through even the toughest materials.
Reward:• Animagus Skill: "Fire Breath"
Drawing on her draconic heritage, she could unleash torrents of flame, making her Animagus form even deadlier.
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[You're acknowledged as the Lady of the Targaryen Family:]
Reward: Replica of the Palace in the Cube of Desire
A magnificent palace appeared in her sub-dimension, modeled after the ancient Targaryen stronghold. Its halls were filled with treasures, artifacts, and hidden secrets.
Reward: A castle filled with records of the Targaryen lineage from another world
The castle contained tomes chronicling the Targaryen family's exploits, including knowledge and political strategies from another dimension.
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[Your lie is working on more than a million wizards:]
Reward: Skill: "Smooth Tongue"
Lying became as effortless as breathing. Even the most skeptical minds would struggle to detect her deceit, making her a master manipulator.
Reward: Memory of the Emperor of Acting (from another world)
She gained the skills and instincts of a legendary actor. Every gesture, tone, and expression she used could convince others of her sincerity or intention.
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[You have gained insight into the reaction of magic to holy energy:]
Reward: +10 INT
Her understanding of how magic interacted with holy energy deepened, granting her new perspectives on blending or countering divine forces.
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Hecate smiled to herself as she absorbed the sheer magnitude of her rewards. Each one brought her closer to mastery over her powers and cemented her place as a force to be reckoned with. The pieces of her destiny were falling into place, and the world would soon come to know the full extent of her brilliance.
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The portal shimmered as Hecate stepped into the office, her elegant form silhouetted against the soft glow of magic. The space was a perfect blend of modern luxury and professionalism—polished mahogany desks, towering bookshelves filled with ledgers and reports, and subtle lighting that added warmth to the otherwise stark decor. Sitting behind the desk was Jonathan Rockwood, her appointed CEO, whose refined demeanor masked his vampiric nature. His blonde hair was slicked back, and his crimson eyes exuded an intensity that intimidated most, though his current actions undercut this image.
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Before Jonathan could greet his master, an annoyed "Mew! Mew! Mew!" drew both their attention. Hecate's sleek black cat, Nyx, perched on the desk, glaring at Jonathan as if admonishing him. Her tail flicked back and forth, signaling her displeasure.
Jonathan, completely smitten, leaned closer to the feline.
"Oh, do you want treats, my baby? Give me a paw, hmm?" he cooed, his intimidating persona crumbling as he reached out.
Nyx, unimpressed, hissed and swiped at his hand, her claws grazing the air.
"Oww, I love you too," Jonathan chuckled, rubbing his hand.
The scene was interrupted by Hecate's voice, calm yet commanding.
"So you were here all along," she said, her tone carrying a note of mock scolding. "I almost forgot I had a cat."
Nyx's ears perked up at her master's voice. With a graceful leap, she landed in Hecate's arms, nuzzling into her chest.
"Ah, Madam Selena," Jonathan began, standing to greet her. His gaze lingered, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "You… look different. Younger. And your hair… it's silver now?"
Hecate waved a dismissive hand.
"Changing my appearance is trivial for me. I can look as young as a babe or as old as time itself. There's no need to dwell on such matters. Now," she said, her voice sharp, "bring me the reports. I want to see how the company has progressed."
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Jonathan straightened, his demeanor shifting from doting to professional in an instant. He handed her a meticulously organized folder.
"As per your instructions, we've streamlined operations and focused on acquisition strategies. Over the past quarter, we've absorbed three smaller companies, each specializing in different sectors—technology, pharmaceuticals, and energy."
Hecate skimmed the reports, her sharp eyes catching every detail.
"Good," she said. "And the integration process? Are the new assets functioning as expected?"
Jonathan nodded.
"Yes, Madam. The key personnel from the acquisitions have been retained to ensure smooth transitions. However, there were minor disruptions—some resistance from existing management teams. We've handled it discreetly."
"Resistance is expected," Hecate replied, her tone cold but approving. "Ensure their loyalty through incentives first. If that fails, remind them of the consequences of defiance. Continue swallowing up promising businesses, but avoid drawing too much attention. Our growth must seem organic."
Jonathan smiled faintly. "Understood. I've also compiled a list of potential targets for the next quarter. Industries that complement our current ventures, as well as those with ties to influential figures."
"Excellent," Hecate said, closing the folder. "From now on, I trust you'll keep up this momentum."
"Now, did you locate the vampire gatherings I asked about?" Hecate inquired, her voice dropping slightly, a touch of menace underlying her words.
Jonathan stiffened.
"Yes, Madam. These," he handed her another file, "are all the known locations of vampire clusters. We've identified around fifty individuals—some scattered, others operating in organized groups. Most of them have established businesses and use weaker vampires as subordinates in exchange for blood. It's a self-sustaining cycle of power."
Hecate's lips curved into a smirk, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"I see. Create an event and invite these 'distinguished guests.' Use whatever bait is necessary to lure them in. I want to see how they operate."
Jonathan bowed slightly.
"As you wish."
Hecate reached into her cloak and produced a crystalline shard, it was a crimson diamond. it was a shard from the cocoon she got out from, aka ,the mixture of vampire,dragon and Hecate's blood that had the purification pill content.
She handed it to Jonathan.
"What is this, Madam?" he asked, his nose wrinkling at the faint, acrid scent.
"Eat it," Hecate ordered, her voice icy and unyielding.
Jonathan blinked, caught off guard.
"W-What?"
"I said, eat it," she repeated, her tone brooking no argument. Her cold gaze pinned him in place.
Jonathan hesitated only a moment. He understood this was a test, one that would determine his worthiness. With resolve, he brought the shard to his mouth and bit down. The shard shattered into smaller pieces, its texture like brittle glass. He swallowed it, feeling its fragments scrape down his throat.
The pain was immediate. An all-encompassing agony that felt as though his very essence was being torn apart. He collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest, his crimson eyes wide with torment.
Through the haze of pain, he looked up at Hecate, silently begging for mercy. Her expression remained impassive.
"To follow me, you must endure hardships beyond comprehension," she said coolly. "Are you willing?"
Despite the unbearable agony, Jonathan forced himself to nod, his loyalty unwavering.
"Good," Hecate said, her voice softening slightly. She placed a hand on his head, her touch almost gentle. "You've done well."
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Jonathan awoke at sunrise, his head resting on Hecate's lap. He blinked, disoriented, his body still aching but his mind surprisingly clear. Looking up, he found her seated calmly, her eyes closed, her beauty almost ethereal in the morning light.
He marveled at her, mesmerized by her serene expression.
"Have you stared enough, you pervert?" Hecate said, her tone light and teasing, though her eyes remained shut.
Jonathan shot upright, flustered.
"Y-Yes, Madam!" he stammered.
Hecate opened her Wandering Eyes, assessing her loyal subordinate.
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Jonathan Rockwood (Status)
Race: Vampire Mutant
Abilities:
Blood Manipulation: Control over his own blood, shaping it into weapons or defensive barriers.
Shadow Blade: A lethal weapon conjured from surrounding shadows.
Enhanced Senses: Heightened hearing, vision, and physical strength.
Light Resistance: A greater tolerance for sunlight compared to ordinary vampires.
vampire wings
Psyche:
Embarrassed
Loyal
Honest
Appreciative
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Hecate smirked.
"You've passed the test, Jonathan. Welcome to the next stage of your evolution. Now, don't disappoint me."
The room's tension shifted as Hecate's gaze fell on the thick curtains covering the office windows. Jonathan noticed her subtle smirk and straightened his posture, his instincts whispering that she was about to test something.
"Now let's test something," Hecate said, walking gracefully toward the curtains. Her heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor, the sound magnified in the stillness of the room.
Jonathan's crimson eyes widened in alarm. "Master, wait—" he began, his voice tinged with panic.
With one swift motion, Hecate pulled the curtains open, flooding the room with bright sunlight. Jonathan recoiled instinctively, shielding his face with his arms. His mind raced as dread gripped him—he knew what sunlight did to his kind.
Burning. Agony. Ashes.
He braced himself for the searing pain that always accompanied direct exposure, but… nothing happened. Slowly, cautiously, he lowered his hands, his crimson eyes peering through his fingers.
The sunlight bathed him, not with pain but with a curious shimmer. His pale skin reflected the light, sparkling like a thousand tiny diamonds. He blinked, his expression shifting from fear to astonishment.
"I'm… alive?" he murmured, disbelief evident in his voice. He turned to Hecate, who stood with arms crossed, watching him with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.
"Very much so," Hecate replied, her tone light and teasing. "Did you really think I gave you that shard only to torture you? Well… mostly," she said with a mischievous smirk, "but not entirely."
Jonathan looked down at his hands, flexing them as the sunlight danced across his skin. For the first time in years, he felt warmth without pain. His chest tightened as emotions he hadn't allowed himself to feel in decades surged forth—relief, gratitude, and even a hint of joy.
"Thank you, Master," he said, his voice thick with emotion. His crimson eyes met hers, his expression uncharacteristically open. "I… I missed the sunlight. Even if I look like a sparkling disco ball now, it doesn't matter. Thank you. Truly."
Hecate's smirk softened into something almost fond. "You're welcome. Anyway, you have other abilities now. I won't spoil the fun of discovery for you." She turned, preparing to leave, but paused as Nyx meowed loudly in protest.
"Oh," Hecate said, glancing at her cat. "You can keep Nyx with you."
"Mew!" Nyx's sharp protest echoed through the room, her eyes narrowing at Hecate as if to say, You dare abandon me to this fool? But Hecate ignored the feline's displeasure, stepping toward the portal she had conjured.
Before disappearing into the swirling vortex, she cast a final glance at Jonathan. "Don't disappoint me." Her voice was firm yet carried an undertone of expectation.
The portal closed behind her, leaving Jonathan and Nyx alone.
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Nyx, sensing the betrayal of being left behind, turned her furious gaze on Jonathan. Her green eyes narrowed, and her tail flicked sharply.
"Hisss!" she spat, her tiny body radiating indignation.
Jonathan, completely oblivious to her fury, opened his arms as though to welcome her. "My baby!" he cooed, his voice dripping with affection.
Nyx did not appreciate his enthusiasm. With a mighty leap, she lunged at him, her claws extended.
"Wait—Nyx!" Jonathan cried, but it was too late.
The room filled with the sound of scuffling as Nyx landed squarely on his chest, swiping at him with precise, controlled strikes. Jonathan stumbled back, trying in vain to placate her.
"I'm sorry! Please—ow—stop!" he pleaded, shielding his face.
Nyx, satisfied with her lesson, jumped off him and perched smugly on the desk. She began grooming herself, her posture screaming Do better next time.
Jonathan, disheveled and scratched, sighed heavily but couldn't suppress a small, wry smile.
"Well, at least one of us is enjoying this," he muttered, rubbing his arm where Nyx had landed her final blow.
Nyx paused her grooming just long enough to fix him with a disdainful glare, as if to say, This is only the beginning.
Jonathan chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You're feisty, I'll give you that. But I guess I'll have to earn your trust, won't I?"
Nyx flicked her tail in response, her expression unreadable.
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As he sat back down, the sunlight streaming through the windows caught his eye again. He stretched his hand out, marveling at the way it shimmered.
A soft smile played on his lips. "Master," he murmured, thinking of Hecate, "you really are something else."
Though his body ached and his pride had taken a beating courtesy of Nyx, he felt something he hadn't in a long time: hope. With his newfound resilience and abilities, the possibilities seemed endless. And though he knew following Hecate would be far from easy, he was ready to prove himself.
Nyx, curled up on the desk, watched him through half-lidded eyes. For now, she would tolerate him. After all, he did have treats..