[Spirit]
Intelligence: 50 (+: 102,400).
Wisdom: 44 (+: 51,200)
Soul: 100 (+: 100)
[SP: 119,500]
His points reached 50 after he fucked some girls in the castle who were not worth mentioning.
Status points: 100
Status reset tokens Price: 3
[Status] Altair Regulus Asmodeus (House Black) Race: Human-Demon hybrid.
Title: Lustful. Wunderkind.
Profession: Wizard.
Mana (Evans): 29,355
Health: 100%
[Physical]
Speed: 31 (+: 25,600)
Strength: 29 (+: 25,600)
Reflexes: 38 (+: 25,600)
Endurance: 26 (+: 25,600)
Vitality: 34 (+: 25,600)
[Spirit]
Intelligence: 95 (+: 102,400)
Wisdom: 100 (+: 102,400)
Soul: 109 (+: 51,200)
[SP: 17,200]
Altair could be considered one of the most powerful people in the castle. Only the teachers surpassed him.
"Raw power means nothing," he said to himself with regret. He needed to speak to his mother. He had put off the conversation long enough, leaving her with Lavender to recover from her injuries.
He got out of bed and looked at the walls of his bedroom, resisting the urge to look for his W-phone. He had probably received a message from Lav wishing him good morning. Or a picture of the underwear Harley would be wearing that day.
Or empty threats from Violet. She used to ask him for sex in exchange for silence, but so far he had refused. She was an intense woman.
'Her pent-up lust will probably be a problem when we meet again,' he thought. The idea was appealing, so much so that he decided to ignore her for as long as possible. Putting her in her place had been a good experience.
Altair thought about the Malfoys and wished he could kill Lucius in a duel. But it wasn't logical. Lucius, despite being a bloody imbecile, was a powerful wizard.
"54,200 UL," he had boasted in front of him. "You're close," he sneered, "you only need 54,000 more. You'll get it in a lifetime or two.
'25,000 points difference,' it was a small gap, especially now that his power would begin to grow at an accelerated rate. 'And years of experience,' Lucius had fought in a war.
Altair had no doubt that he would catch up, the question was how long it would take.
He shook his head as he dismissed the thought. Narcissa should have crippled him by now.
'Maybe I'll let Draco grow up so I can kill him myself,' he shook his head again.
Draco pissed him off when he messed with Lavender. But he wouldn't get any satisfaction from killing him in a duel; the power difference between them was enormous. He could kill him accidentally with an Expelliarmus.
Altair flicked his wand and clothes began to fly onto the bed. He stepped into the shower and turned the water on. Cold water washed over his body.
It didn't take long; lunch would be starting soon. Luna would be picking him up soon. He hadn't asked her to, but somehow he knew she would. He had become an expert at interpreting Luna and her mysterious powers.
He could have bought the answer about her powers a long time ago, but the mystery was entertaining and Altair hoped that Luna would tell him one day, if she knew.
Altair stepped out of the shower and with a wave of his wand, a blast of warm air blew the water away, leaving him dry everywhere but his head. He combed his hair back, always letting it dry naturally, something he had done since his previous life. According to his sister, it made him look better.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Three soft knocks interrupted his routine. He opened the door with his trousers on and his chest bare.
"Here," Luna said as she handed him his W-phone. On the screen was an erotic video of him and Harley.
It wasn't unusual for them to record their sexual adventures.
"What's so special about it?"
"Cho Chang shared it," Luna said carefully. Her voice was calm as always.
Altair gritted his teeth.
Cho, the Chinese girl, was no one special, and she couldn't have recorded the video herself because of his carelessness. The video was taken from his point of view.
The girl must have got it from another source.
"Draco," the boy threw away the pity his mother had bought for him.
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"Have a seat, Mr Malfoy," said the not-so-friendly Dumbledore.
"This can be quick, Headmaster? I have to be in the Great Hall in time for breakfast," the boy said in a bored tone. There was no way for anyone to find out how he got the photos of the girl.
Although he was surprised at how quickly the Headmaster had summoned him, it wasn't even breakfast time yet and he was already under his radar.
"This will take as long as it takes," the old man said as he glanced at a watch in his pocket.
"Why did you call me, Albus?" an old, hoarse voice greeted him abruptly.
"Since your heir has been involved in an incident, I thought you might be interested," he replied simply.
Draco almost jumped with excitement as he looked at the current Lord Black.
A few weeks ago, when his great-grandfather had contacted him, Arcturus had offered him the position of heir to the Black family, a power his father had promised him since birth.
The position came with one condition: destroying the other possible heir, his cousin Altair.
Draco was thrilled; he could get the title he always wanted by destroying a person he hated.
Lord Black helped him a lot. He gave him information about his cousin and his circle of lovers, which was more than he expected. 'A waste of witches in the hands of a mediocre wizard,' he thought proudly. A pride that prevented him from seeing that his cousin had long since ceased to be a mediocre wizard.
"The best way to destroy a man is to take away his pillars first. But you must be decisive and quick. If he realises your intentions, he will fight back," he advised him.
Draco took his words seriously and quickly approached Lavender and attacked Harley. He still hoped to see the blonde begging him for the safety of her parents.
As for Harley, he wanted to ruin her relationship with Altair, to make her doubt him. Her confidence would be shattered, as would her reputation. Draco would take her as his concubine after negotiating with James Potter. The man was proud, but according to his research, the Potter family was growing poorer.
"What is it, Professor?" The boy put on a little act of intimidation. He wasn't worried. With Lord Black on his side, Dumbledore wouldn't bother him too much.
"Publishing compromising visual material of a student without her consent," the headmaster said, a little disgusted with the young man in front of him.
To Albus, the incident was no big deal. He didn't think it would affect his granddaughter too much; she was a strong young woman.
And a pervert.
But Arcturus had targeted her, in this case, to embarrass her. What would he do in the future? It was better to show strength now.
"Do you mean the Potter girl? I think you'll get more answers from the other person involved, Altair Asmodeus," he said brazenly. "I have no way of accessing those pictures."
"And you assume that young Black has revealed them?"
"He's not a Black," Draco cut him off. He could taste the power of the house. "If he didn't leak them, who else could have?" It was good logic, if unsubstantiated.
"A girls' business, Albus. Is that why I'm here?" Arcturus was a little disappointed in Draco.
Publicly humiliating the girl you want to take into your coven was a bad move. If it was just to attack her, that would be fine. But for the community to know that you took a girl who had already been tainted by another man...
'Maybe I should have chosen Cassiopeia,' he said to himself as he resisted the urge to hit the imbecile who was his great-grandson.
Secrets are secrets because they are unknown to everyone; to make them public is like losing a weapon. The girl would suffer for a while, but even though the wizarding world would never forget because she is a Potter, it would stop paying attention to her.
"It's more than just a schoolgirl thing," Albus said as he crossed his fingers. "I suspect the W-phones are not secure," Draco's eyes widened at the headmaster's bold move.
"You want to escalate this?" the old Black said with an almost mocking smile.
"I have these documents. They show how the Malfoy family anonymously steals information from W-phone users. They are one of the main investors and researchers," Albus threw the folder on his desk. There was silence for a few seconds.
"I only used a device to steal information from a W-phone," Draco began to explain nervously. He knew nothing about stealing information. Still, he could save his own skin, perhaps by blaming other families. "The Malfoy family has nothing to do with this..."
Smack!
"Shut up, you little brat," Arcturus scolded him. "I bet that bloody file is empty," and indeed it was. There were just a few blank sheets of paper inside.
Draco looked between the two wizards, his face red with shame and anger. His father had taught him to remain calm in moments like this, so how could he have lost the focus of his Occlumency?
The Headmaster's eyes literally sparkled with cunning. According to his father, Albus was an expert in Legilimency. 'He broke my shields.'
"Now that Draco has admitted his mistakes, he will apologise publicly. The damage has already been done, but I hope he will stay away from the young women in young Black's life in the future." Draco bit his tongue to keep from shouting that he wasn't black. "I know his recent success may bruise your ego, as you have no similar achievements. But that does not excuse your behaviour. You will spend the rest of the term in detention with Professor Evans. I'm sure she'll be happy to correct you." A somewhat embarrassing move on his part, but Albus enjoyed hearing the young man's teeth grind.
"You give Professor Evans too much consideration. Maybe the rumours that she's your lover are true. Come to think of it, Azalea Potter's eyes are the same shade of blue as yours."
"What can I say? She left her good looks to you," he said with a smile. Draco savoured a small victory.
'This will affect his image,' he said to himself as he stood up, gathering what little dignity he had left.
"Lord Black," he said goodbye with his head held high.
"Get out," his grandfather didn't seem at all affected by the revelation. Draco thought it must be common for old men to have young lovers. He wondered if it would be similar when he reached that age.
'Perhaps Altair's daughters, if I allow him to had' he thought as he left, ignoring Lord Black's abrupt dismissal.
"He's a disappointment. I can say that, with one exception, I'm quite proud of my offspring," Albus looked at his friend, now rival.
"I didn't expect much from him. Still, he has disappointed me," he glanced at the watch in his pocket before walking over to the fireplace. "For now, he's all I've got. I'll make sure he learns."
"Arcturus," Albus stood up. He looked at him, tilting his head. "I hope my family isn't a target of yours. I think it's pretty obvious by now that you're not looking for an heir. Not in Altair or Draco."
"You know what I'm looking for, Albus. Why don't you give it to me?"
"Because I don't have it," he replied.
"You think I'm an imbecile," Albus tilted his head as he looked at the door Draco had just left, words unspoken. "You've spent decades researching immortality. And you managed to create life. I know there's more to it than you're letting on. And I'm going to find it, one way or another.
"He who researches death in such detail will find it sooner than he wishes," Albus said calmly.
"Is that a threat, Albus?" Lord Black asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Just the ramblings of an old man. A very wise old man," Dumbledore said simply.
The old patriarch walked through the flames with a snort.
Dumbledore looked down at his W-phone. Even an old man like him found it useful.
Barnabas Cuffe: It will be published today. I'm really surprised, Professor.
Albus smiled as he marked it as read. He took a slight pleasure in seeing the two blue marks.
From a Muggleborn to the daughter of the greatest wizard of our time?
"Secrets are secrets because they are unknown to everyone; to make them public is like losing a weapon. These are wise words, old friend."