Chris sat at the oak desk in the lord's study of Ambrosia Manor, morning sunlight streaming through tall windows to cast a golden glow across ancient tomes and polished surfaces. The quiet solitude felt like a luxury after months surrounded by the constant noise of Hogwarts. His fingers traced the grain of the desk that had belonged to generations of his ancestors, a slight smile playing at his lips as he considered the enormity of what he'd accomplished in just one school year.
"Voldemort destroyed, Harry freed of his Horcrux, Sirius exonerated, and the pureblood power structure destabilized," he murmured to himself, ticking points off on his fingers. "Not bad for a first-year."
Chris leaned back in the high-backed chair, its leather cool against his neck. Despite his successes, a restlessness had settled in his bones after just three weeks of summer break. His mind craved new challenges, new ways to extend his advantage in the wizarding world. The breakthroughs of his first year had been reactive, addressing immediate threats. Now was the time for proactive planning, for creating tools that would serve his longer-term goals.
With practiced movements, he reached for a leather-bound journal from the stack at his elbow. Unlike the newer texts that surrounded it, this books cover was worn smooth by centuries of handling. Merlin's personal journals, recovered from the manor's storage during his initial exploration, contained magical knowledge that modern wizards could scarcely comprehend, let alone replicate.
"There must be something here," he muttered, carefully turning the delicate pages filled with flowing script. The ancient wizard's mind had worked in fascinating ways, jumping between magical theory, personal observations, and experimental results without clear delineation.
A passage caught his eye midway through the journal, an elaborate diagram surrounded by densely packed notes. The title at the top of the page translated roughly to "Watcher's Window" in modern English, though the concept described seemed far more sophisticated than the name suggested.
"A magical heads-up display," Chris whispered, excitement building as he scanned the detailed instructions. "A map projection visible only to the user, updating in real-time with location data."
The concept was brilliant in its simplicity yet complex in execution, a personal magical map that would hover invisibly before the user's eyes, showing surroundings, tracking beings, and connecting to ward systems. Unlike the Marauder's Map, which required physical interaction and could be viewed by anyone, this enchantment would be tied directly to the wearer, invisible to all others, and active at a thought.
"This could change everything," he said, leaning forward to study the intricate rune clusters illustrated in the margins. The magic required three fundamental components: a mapping spell to create the visual projection, a detection spell similar to, but more refined than what powered the Marauder's Map, and a ward connection spell that would link the display to existing magical boundaries.
Chris turned to a fresh page in his own journal, copying the essential elements while adding his own annotations. The enchantment would require a physical anchor, something worn or carried consistently. His eyes fell to the silver bracelet encircling his wrist, goblin-made and already imbued with minor protective enchantments and the glamour that concealed his true appearance, the perfect canvas for this new magic.
"Three rune clusters," he mused, sketching rough outlines. "Spiralling patterns for the mapping component, triangular formations for detection, and circular sequences for ward connections."
The technical complexity was considerable. Each rune would need to be precisely carved into the silver, then activated through specific incantations, and finally bound with a potion. A mistake in either the engraving or the spellwork would render the entire enchantment useless at best, dangerously unstable at worst.
Chris rose from the desk, stretching muscles stiff from hours of reading. The sunlight had shifted, afternoon shadows now stretching across the study floor. He moved to a cabinet against the far wall, its doors opening at his touch to reveal shelves of specialized magical tools. From these, he selected a set of fine engraving instruments, their handles inlaid with dragon bone for stability during magical work.
Next, he retrieved a vial of enchanted ink, its contents shifting between midnight blue and silver when the light caught it. Created from a mixture of silver dust, unicorn hair, and the essence of other magical creatures, this rare substance would bind the runes to the bracelet's existing enchantments rather than fighting against them.
"Jilly," he called softly.
The house elf appeared with a soft pop, her eyes immediately attentive. "Master called for Jilly?"
"Yes," Chris confirmed. "I'll be working on an enchantment project today. Please ensure I'm not disturbed in the Room of Requirement, and prepare a light meal that can be delivered there in about four hours."
"Jilly will arrange everything, Master," she replied with a small bow. "Would Master prefer the room to take any particular form for his work?"
Chris considered this for a moment. "A craftsman's workshop would be ideal, good lighting, a sturdy workbench, and magnifying equipment for detail work."
With another bow and soft pop, Jilly disappeared to make the arrangements. Chris gathered the materials he would need: Merlin's journal, his own notes, the engraving tools, the vial of enchanted ink, and a small cushioned box containing a polishing cloth and magical stabilizers.
Ten minutes later, he stood in the Room of Requirement, which had transformed into a perfect enchanter's workshop. A large oak workbench dominated the center, surrounded by floating magical lights that eliminated shadows from every angle. A series of enchanted magnifying lenses hung from articulated arms above the bench, ready to be positioned for precision work. Along one wall, shelves held reference texts on rune magic, while another featured racks of additional tools for various magical crafting techniques.
Chris set his materials on the workbench, removing the silver bracelet and placing it on a velvet pad at the center. His fingers tingled slightly as he removed it, the protective enchantments and glamour slipping away. By the time he finished, this simple protective band would become something extraordinary, a strategic advantage that would let him see what others couldn't, track what moved beyond normal vision, and maintain constant awareness of magical boundaries and threats.
He took a deep breath, centring himself before beginning the delicate work ahead. The morning's quiet contemplation had given way to focused determination, the familiar warmth of purpose flooding his chest as he prepared to create something that Merlin had once conceived.
"Let's begin," he murmured, reaching for the first engraving tool.
Chris positioned the silver bracelet under the hovering magnifying lenses, adjusting them until the polished surface came into perfect focus. The goblin-crafted silver gleamed under the enchanted lights, its surface marked with subtle patterns from the existing enchantments. He flexed his fingers, picked up the finest engraving tool from the array spread before him, and opened Merlin's journal to the page showing the intricate rune designs for the Heads-Up Display. The ancient wizard's diagrams pulsed on the yellowed page, waiting to be transferred from concept to reality.
"Mapping cluster first," he murmured, studying the spiral pattern that would form the foundation of the magical projection. The design resembled a Celtic knot folded into itself, each curve and intersection representing spatial awareness and dimensional translation. The runes had to be carved with absolute precision, a line too deep or a curve too shallow could distort the entire projection.
Chris took a steadying breath, centring himself before touching tool to metal. The engraving instrument felt alive in his hand, its dragon bone handle warm against his skin, the enchanted diamond tip gleaming with an inner light that reached toward the silver.
His first stroke cut a clean, shallow line across the bracelet's outer surface, the sound barely audible, a whisper of diamond on metal. The second stroke intersected the first at a precise angle, forming the beginning of the outermost spiral. Chris worked with methodical patience, each movement carefully calculated, his breathing slow and even to maintain the steadiness of his hands.
The spiral pattern grew inward, each circuit more intricate than the last. Halfway through the first cluster, he reached for the vial of enchanted ink, uncorking it to release a shimmer of magic that momentarily distorted the air above the workbench. Using a fine brush crafted from unicorn hair, he applied a single drop to the carved lines.
The effect was immediate and mesmerizing. The ink flowed into the engravings as though pulled by an invisible current, spreading evenly through the channels and settling with a faint blue glow. Where the enchanted substance touched the silver, a spark ran along the pattern, static from the magical interaction, but it jolted him nonetheless. The existing enchantments recognised the new magic, not fighting it but rather shifting to accommodate the addition.
"Perfect integration," Chris whispered, satisfaction warming his chest as he watched the ink bond with the silver. This was the most critical moment for each rune cluster, if the existing enchantments rejected the new magic, the entire project would fail.
He returned to the engraving, completing the intricate spiral pattern that wound inward to a central point no larger than a pinhead. The final stroke connected the innermost circle to the outermost line, closing the circuit with a soft flare of blue light that pulsed once before settling into a steady, subtle glow. The mapping cluster was complete, its purpose now embedded in the bracelet's very essence.
Without pausing to celebrate this initial success, Chris rotated the bracelet to an unmarked section and began the second phase: the triangular detection runes. These were more angular and aggressive than the flowing spiral patterns, each sharp corner and intersecting line designed to sense living beings and magical signatures. Merlin's notes described them as "the eyes that see through deception," capable of detecting entities even through powerful concealment charms.
The work grew more challenging as time passed. Two hours into the engraving process, Chris's shoulders had tensed into painful knots, and a dull ache radiated from his neck down his spine. The magnifying lenses required him to maintain the same hunched position, eyes fixed on miniature details that would be nearly invisible to the naked eye. Still, his hands remained steady, the discipline of his mind overriding his body's protests.
When he applied the enchanted ink to the triangular runes, the reaction was stronger than with the mapping cluster. The silver briefly turned warm enough to steam in the cool air of the workshop, the ink flaring with purple light before settling into the engraved lines. Chris felt a tingle run up his arm, the detection magic already attempting to connect with his awareness even before activation.
"Halfway there," he murmured, setting down the engraving tool and straightening his back. Muscles protested as he stretched, reaching his arms overhead and rolling his neck to release the accumulated tension. A glance at the enchanted timepiece on the wall showed that three hours had passed since he began. Jilly would bring food soon, but he was determined to complete the engraving before taking a proper break.
The final and most complex pattern awaited: the circular ward connection runes. While the previous clusters operated independently, these runes would need to interface with external magical systems, the wards around Emrys Manor, Hogwarts' protective boundaries, and potentially any magical perimeter Chris might encounter. The pattern consisted of seven interlocking circles, each containing smaller patterns of crescent shapes and dots that resembled a magical constellation.
"Most difficult for last," Chris said, positioning the bracelet again. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he began the final cluster, his concentration absolute. The room around him faded from awareness, his entire world narrowing to the silver surface under the magnifying lenses and the pattern forming beneath his tool.
The circular runes required a different technique, each line had to be carved to a precise depth, creating a three-dimensional aspect that would allow the ward magic to flow through different layers. Chris found himself holding his breath during the most delicate sections, releasing it only when a particularly challenging intersection was complete.
By the fourth hour, his hand had begun to tremble slightly from exertion. He paused, flexing his fingers before continuing, determination overriding fatigue. The enchanted lights around the workbench intensified automatically, compensating for the subtle changes in his focus.
The final strokes of the engraving tool came with both relief and triumph. Chris applied the last of the enchanted ink to the circular ward connection runes, watching as it flowed through the intricate pattern with a green-gold luminescence that reflected in his sapphire eyes. The completed runic cluster pulsed with magic, the silver of the bracelet now seeming deeper and more vibrant where the enchanted ink had bonded with the metal.
Chris set down the engraving tool with trembling hands, his body finally acknowledging the strain of four hours of intense concentration and precision work. The bracelet lay on the velvet pad, it's surface now covered with intricate patterns that glowed faintly blue, purple, and green-gold, the three aspects of the HUD enchantment waiting to be activated.
He leaned back, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction flowing through him. The most delicate part of the process was complete. The runes had accepted the enchanted ink, the existing protective and glamour magic had integrated with the new patterns, and the foundation for the Heads-Up Display was firmly established. Now all that remained was the spellcasting that would breathe life into his creation and a potion to permanently bond them.
"Not bad," he murmured, allowing himself a rare moment of pride as he surveyed his work. Even Merlin might have been impressed with the precision of the engraving, each rune perfectly formed despite the challenging scale. The bracelets hummed, eager for the final stages that would transform it from merely decorated silver to a magical tool beyond what most modern wizards could imagine.
Chris cleared the workbench with a sweep of his hand, leaving only the velvet pad bearing the engraved bracelet at its center. He took a moment to massage his stiff fingers before reaching for his wand, its Yggdrasil wood warm and responsive in his hand. The physical labour of engraving was complete; now came the challenging task of awakening the magic dormant within those precisely carved lines.
"Spellcasting requires a stable foundation," he murmured, remembering Merlin's notes on enchantment durability. Magical objects created in haste often failed at crucial moments, a risk Chris couldn't afford with something he intended to rely upon regularly.
He positioned a small silver cauldron on a heating stand at the edge of the workbench. From a set of crystal vials, he measured precise amounts of ingredients: three drops of essence blood for longevity, a teaspoon of powdered moonstone for clarity, a pinch of crushed dragon scale for resilience, and finally, a single strand of his own white hair, the personal connection that would bind the enchantment to him alone.
The potion came together quickly, simmering to a pearlescent silver liquid that reflected the room in distorted fragments. Chris stirred it seven times clockwise with a glass rod, then once counter clockwise, the motion creating a perfect spiral that mimicked the mapping runes on the bracelets. The potion's surface stilled, becoming mirror-smooth as it reached optimal potency.
"Perfect," Chris said, satisfaction evident in his voice as he removed the cauldron from its heat. The stabilizing potion would serve as the foundation for the spell sequence, ensuring each layer of magic bonded permanently rather than fading with time.
He returned his attention to the bracelet, positioning it with the engraved surface facing upward. Using an eyedropper, he applied three drops of the stabilizing potion, watching as the liquid seemed to hover above the runes before slowly sinking into the engraved lines, causing the bracelet to shimmer more intensely.
With preparation complete, Chris raised his wand and opened Merlin's journal to the page containing the first incantation. The ancient language flowed across the page in elegant script, each syllable designed to resonate with the mapping runes. He took a deep breath, centring his magic, and began to chant.
"Cartographia revelio, spatium manifestum, locus indicium," he intoned, the words carrying power that made the air around the bracelet shimmer like heat rising from summer pavement. With each phrase, he traced specific patterns with his wand, creating glowing threads of magic that connected to the spiral runes.
The mapping runes flared with brilliant blue light, so bright that Chris had to squint against its intensity. Above the bracelet, a faint, translucent image began to form, an aerial view of Emrys Manor, rendered in glowing blue lines. The projection wavered like smoke at first, details blurring and shifting as the magic sought proper form.
Chris continued the incantation, his voice growing stronger as he felt the enchantment taking hold. The projection stabilized, becoming crisper, more defined. Corridors and chambers appeared in perfect scale, matching the actual layout of the manor down to the smallest alcove. The map floated eerily above the bracelet, turning slowly as though offering different perspectives of the structure.
When the first spell reached completion, Chris paused briefly, studying the projection with critical eyes. The mapping function had activated successfully, creating a three-dimensional representation of his immediate surroundings that hovered at eye level, visible only from his angle, just as Merlin's notes had promised. Anyone else looking at the same space would see nothing but empty air.
Without delay, he moved to the second incantation, this one targeting the triangular detection runes. "Animasense praesentia, vitae indicium, magicae signum," he chanted, his wand movements now more angular, matching the sharp geometry of the detection runes.
The triangular patterns lit with purple fire, sending pulses of energy into the hovering map. Almost immediately, small dots of light appeared within the projection, two particularly bright spots in the kitchen that Chris recognized as Jilly and Bouncy, their magical signatures distinct and familiar. Fainter lights appeared elsewhere, representing the various magical creatures that inhabited different parts of the manor and grounds.
Sweat beaded on Chris's forehead from the sustained mental effort, but his concentration never wavered. The final spell, the ward connection, would be the most demanding, requiring him to bridge the gap between his personal enchantment and the ancient protective magic surrounding Emrys Manor.
He drew a deeper breath and began the third incantation, his voice taking on a resonant quality that seemed to vibrate the very air around him. "Custodium connectere, limina revelare, protego indicare," he chanted, his wand tracing elaborate circular patterns that mirrored the ward connection runes.
The circular patterns on the bracelet ignited with green-gold light, tendrils of magic extending outward like searching fingers. Chris felt a sudden resistance, the manor's wards recognizing the intrusion and initially rejecting the connection. He pushed more power into the spell, his voice growing commanding as he asserted his magic.
The resistance abruptly vanished, accepting the connection with a surge of power that momentarily lifted the bracelets an inch above the velvet pad. Green-gold light flashed through the hovering map, adding a third layer of information. The boundaries of the manor's protective enchantments appeared as luminous lines encircling the structure, their thickness and brightness indicating strength and type.
Chris could see the ancient blood wards established by Merlin himself, the anti-Apparition boundaries, the Muggle-repelling charms, and dozens of other protective spells layered over centuries. Each appeared as a distinct barrier with its own unique signature, creating a complete visualisation of the manor's magical defences.
With all three components now active, Chris moved to the final phase: binding them into a cohesive whole. He raised his wand above the bracelet and spoke the unifying incantation, his voice steady despite his fatigue.
"Tria in unum, vinculum perfectum, personalem solum videre," he commanded, bringing his wand down in a sharp motion that sent a shower of silver sparks across the bracelet.
The three distinct colours, blue, purple, and green-gold, swirled together above the bracelet, merging into a single cohesive projection. The stabilizing potion activated fully, its pearlescent energy flowing through every rune, permanently binding the enchantment. For a moment, the entire workbench was bathed in brilliant white light as the magic reached its peak intensity.
Then, as suddenly as it had flared, the light subsided. The runes on the bracelets settled into a steady, subtle glow that would be invisible to anyone but Chris. Above them, the completed Heads-Up Display hovered at perfect eye level, a comprehensive magical map showing the manor's structure, its inhabitants, and its protective boundaries all at once.
Chris reached out tentatively, passing his hand through the projection. It remained undisturbed, exactly as intended, an image visible only to him, untouchable and unaffected by physical interaction. With a thought, he could zoom in on specific areas or focus on particular magical signatures, the projection responding to his mental commands rather than verbal ones.
"It worked," he breathed, amazement colouring his voice despite his exhaustion. The HUD was far more detailed and responsive than the Marauder's Map, showing not just locations but the very fabric of magical protections and the distinct signatures of different beings. What's more, it was tied directly to him, an extension of his awareness rather than an external tool that could be lost or stolen.
He picked up the bracelet carefully, it's weight unchanged despite the powerful magic now contained within it. The runes had settled into the silver as though they had always been there. As he slipped it onto his wrist, the HUD projection adjusted automatically, maintaining perfect position relative to his line of sight.
With a satisfied smile, Chris deactivated the display with a simple mental command. The projection faded from view, though he could still feel the magic humming gently around his wrist, ready to be called forth again when needed. The spellcasting was complete, the enchantment successful beyond even his optimistic expectations.
Now it was time to test his creation beyond the controlled environment of the workshop, to see how the HUD functioned in open space, against the complex magical backdrop of Emrys Island itself.
Chris stepped through the manor's east doors onto the sprawling grounds, the sun warming his face after hours in the workshop's artificial light. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers from the gardens and the distant salt tang from the ocean surrounding the Island. His Nimbus 2000 broomstick rested comfortably in his right hand, its polished handle gleaming in the sunlight. After five hours of meticulous engraving and spellcasting, his muscles ached for movement, for the freedom of flight, the perfect conditions to test his newly created Heads-Up Display in a dynamic environment.
He raised his right wrist, and silently casted, "Revelio perspectum," the activation phrase he'd programmed into the final binding spell.
Immediately, the world transformed before his eyes. A translucent projection materialized in his field of vision, a detailed map of the Manor and its surrounding grounds, rendered in glowing blue lines that somehow didn't obstruct his normal sight. The HUD floated at perfect eye level, adjusting as he moved his head to maintain optimal viewing position.
"Extraordinary," he whispered, turning slowly to observe how the projection adapted to his movement. The map rotated seamlessly, maintaining proper orientation regardless of which direction he faced. Within the structure, he could see two distinct dots moving through the manor, Jilly preparing lunch and Bouncy bouncing excitedly around her as she worked, their magical signatures as unique as fingerprints.
Chris mounted his Nimbus 2000, pushing off from the ground with a gentle kick. The broom responded instantly, lifting him ten feet into the air, then higher as he pulled backwards. The HUD adjusted automatically to his new elevation, the projection zooming out to encompass more of the island as his perspective expanded.
"Perfect," he said, a rare, genuine smile spreading across his face as he accelerated upward. The sensation of flight combined with the magical awareness provided by the HUD created an exhilarating feeling of control and perception that he had never experienced before.
At fifty feet above the manor, Chris levelled off and hovered, studying the HUD's display. The projection now showed the entire estate: the grand manor house at the center, the extensive gardens to the east, the sanctuary meadow to the north, and the crystalline lake to the west. Throughout the grounds, small dots of varying colours indicated different magical beings, house elves in the manor, unicorns grazing in their meadow, and even the fairies flitting among the flowers in the garden, each species represented by a distinctive hue.
With a thought, Chris zoomed the projection in on the manor itself, testing the HUD's responsiveness to mental commands. The image obediently magnified, revealing the interior layout in greater detail. He could see Jilly moving efficiently through the dining hall, her magical signature a warm amber dot, while Bouncy's more erratic movements appeared as a brighter, almost pulsating blue light that bounced from counter to cabinet to floor in rapid succession.
"Mental commands functioning perfectly," he noted, the zoom feature responding to his intentions without requiring verbal instructions. Another thought returned the projection to its standard range.
Chris leaned forward on his broom, accelerating toward the perimeter of the estate to test the ward connection feature. As he approached the invisible boundary of the protective enchantments, the HUD displayed the magical barriers as concentric rings of green-gold light, each layer representing a different type of protection. The outermost barrier, the Fidelius Charm that kept Emrys Island hidden from the world, appeared as a pulsing golden dome encompassing the entire property.
He slowed as he neared the boundary, observing how the HUD displayed not just the presence of the wards but their relative strength and specific functions. Small runic symbols appeared alongside each barrier, providing additional information about the protection's nature, anti-Apparition wards, Muggle-repelling charms, detection alerts, and dozens more, some so ancient that even Chris, with his extensive magical knowledge, couldn't immediately identify them.
His hands tingled slightly as he hovered near the edge of the Fidelius boundary, the ward recognizing him as its Secret Keeper. The HUD reflected this connection, a thin golden line extending from the bracelet to the barrier, showing his direct control over the enchantment. This feature would prove invaluable at Hogwarts, allowing him to instantly assess the castle's protections and identify anyone inside.
Satisfied with the ward detection capabilities, Chris turned his broom northward and accelerated toward the unicorn sanctuary. The landscape blurred beneath him as he pushed the Nimbus to greater speed, testing how the HUD handled rapid movement. The projection maintained perfect clarity regardless of velocity, the map updating in real-time as he crossed from manicured gardens to wilder meadowlands.
As the unicorn sanctuary came into view, the HUD highlighted the special protective enchantments surrounding the meadow, gentler barriers designed not to contain but to shield the magical creatures from disturbance. Within the sanctuary, a dozen silvery-white dots indicated the unicorn herd, their magical signatures radiating a pure, intense light that outshone most other beings on the display.
Chris descended slightly, hovering at the edge of the sanctuary. The unicorns raised their heads at his approach, their horns gleaming in the morning sunlight. On the HUD, he could see not just their locations but the flow of their inherent magic, represented as delicate streams of silver light emanating from each creature. This level of detail exceeded his expectations, providing insights into magical beings that even direct observation couldn't reveal.
"The detection sensitivity is remarkable," he murmured, noting how the HUD distinguished between the adult unicorns and the single golden foal partially hidden behind its mother. Each creature's unique magical signature was clearly distinct, allowing for individual identification at a glance.
With a gentle turn of his broom, Chris headed west toward the large lake that occupied nearly a quarter of Emrys Estate. The water sparkled beneath him, deep blue and crystal clear from his aerial vantage point. As he flew over the center of the lake, the HUD revealed what ordinary vision could not, a colony of merfolk living in an underwater village constructed of stone and coral.
Their magical signatures appeared as blue-green dots one hundred feet below the surface, moving with purpose through their aquatic domain. The HUD even detected the distinctive magic of their tools and dwellings, displayed as fainter points of light surrounding the stronger signatures of the beings themselves.
"Even through water," Chris noted with satisfaction. The ability to detect magical beings through physical barriers would provide an invaluable advantage, particularly when navigating unknown or potentially hostile environments.
Having tested the HUD's basic functions, Chris descended gradually, selecting a spot near the unicorn meadow for landing. His feet touched down on the soft grass, and he dismounted with the grace of a practiced flyer. The unicorns watched him curiously from behind their protective barriers.
Chris raised his hand in greeting toward the magnificent creatures, then turned his attention back to the HUD projection still hovering before his eyes. With five hours of workshop labour and twenty minutes of flight testing, he had created a tool that transformed his awareness of the magical world around him. The HUD provided real-time information about locations, beings, and protective enchantments that would give him an unprecedented advantage in navigating the adventures that still lay ahead.
With a satisfied smile, he silently and wandlessly casted, "Finite perspectum." The projection faded from view, though the enchantment remained active, ready to be called forth again with a thought. The bracelets continued to hum with subtle magic against his skin, a constant reminder of the power now literally at his fingertips.
Chris mounted his broom once more for the short flight back to the manor, his mind already cataloguing potential refinements and additions to the HUD enchantment. Perhaps a distance measurement function, or a way to record and replay observed magical patterns. The possibilities seemed endless, limited only by his imagination and magical skill.
As Emrys Manor grew larger in his vision, Chris felt a deep sense of accomplishment wash over him. This creation was different from his previous achievements at Hogwarts, not a reaction to immediate threats but a proactive enhancement of his capabilities, a tool that would serve his long-term goals in ways even he couldn't fully anticipate yet.