Dark Lord Dumbledore - Volume 1 Chapter 21

Looking at Mrs Black passed out in her painting, Chad felt the satisfying feeling of retribution at the emotional suffering he inflicted on her for her disrespect.

‘Hmm, maybe I should write out an Evil Overlord’s list just in case I start to follow the villain clich and start doing stupid sh*t to satisfy my ego.’ Chad thought to himself, noticing his own character flaws becoming more extreme.

He then turned his attention to the three kneeling house-elves that were staring at him with reverence. Kreacher’s eyes were wide open once again and held the same amount of devotion that could only be found in religious fanatics. It seems that witnessing him destroy Kreacher’s old Mistress effortlessly, and the power he displayed, had solidified Chad’s position as his new Master. Thus was born the alpha Master!

“Rise, my elves. Kreacher, perhaps you could lead us to the library now since Mrs Black is currently indisposed.” Chad said in a bored tone while giving Mrs Black’s portrait a dismissive look.

“Of course, Master! It will be my pleasure!”

Chad swore that the old elf had somehow de-aged by fifty years with how he was acting, even his face seemed to have fewer wrinkles on it. Although Mrs Black had only died a few months ago, the house looked like it had not been occupied for years. It was not as dilapidated as described in canon when Harry Potter first stepped foot in it, but a pureblood would have been ashamed to be caught residing in it. It seems Mrs Black had lost all desire to live when her favourite son had died.

It was pretty cold-blooded of her to not even help Sirius out of a blatant setup, but then again maybe she was finally proud of him, thinking he had become ‘Dark’. It was also pretty surprising that the Nobles had allowed his sentencing to Azkaban without even a court appearance. Even if all the Dark Families knew he was innocent and wanted revenge, to set a precedent for jailing Nobles without a trial was retarded. Then again, Chad should really stop being surprised at the stupid shite wizardkind do. He once again made a note of checking himself for similar flaws. Maybe have one of his new wizard slaves stand behind him and whisper ‘remember, you are mortal’ like the ancient Romans used to.

Kreacher led them through the dusty halls and down a flight of steps before they arrived in a room comfortably housing a thousand magic-related books. Smiling in anticipation at hopefully finding a couple books on soul magic, Chad was also happy to now have some books on wizardry that were not dumbed down my Ministry bullshit laws. Reaching out with his magic to encompass the bookshelves, he felt a few react when sensing for a magical signature. Ten minutes later and over a hundred books were isolated using his telekinesis for suspected harmful curses.

Unfortunately, after having his house-elves scan through the books left, none of them covered soul magic. One book comprised the glorious history of the Black’s mastery over soul magic and the creation of the first-ever metamorphmagus, but all records and notes were destroyed in fear of another family replicating their achievements! An understandable reaction, but none the less stupid.

Without any reference material, there would not be any further accomplishments in the subject, and if it was passed on by word of mouth, then it has obviously been lost. Sirius, the last living member of the mainline, left home at the age of sixteen and was later jailed at age twenty-two. Any Dark magic he knew would be on the level of harmful schoolyard prank spells!

Left with no choice but to brave the cursed books, Chad once again used telekinesis to sort the books, so he did not inadvertently curse himself by touching them. A couple had tried to corrupt his magic as they were lifted, but it was a weak attempt that was quickly crushed. The closest he came to something usable was a tome on Horcruxes, but Chad already had memories of Voldemort reading the same book. In frustration, he flooded the tome with his magic and inadvertently burnt out the curse. The only problem with that was the brute strength destruction of the curse damaged the book.

A helpful mending charm from Boppy’s clicked fingers later, and Chad was checking over the tome to make sure it had been completely repaired and had no missing text. With Voldemort’s memories and his Occlumency overpowered abilities, he was quickly able to check the lines for even a missing word. Which was why five minutes later he was angry at himself for missing something so obvious. The tome on Horcruxes that Riddle had read was missing half the pages of this one! Bloody Dumbledore had struck again, and Chad had missed such a glaringly obvious fact!

Where did a young Tom Riddle get all his information? The restricted section at the school library! Dumbledore was spoonfeeding him just enough information to succeed, but not enough to become dangerous! When Chad was searching for a solution about anchoring the thug’s disrupted soul back to his body, his first thought had been Horcruxes. But Tom’s memories had been useless, the only thing he knew was a ritual to bind a small piece to an object and make the object indestructible or use another soul to leech off.

There was only a part to test the anchor to the main soul, to keep the spirit of the deceased bound to the mortal realm and achieve immortality. The ritual handled the actual binding of the soul to the object, something that Chad could not reverse-engineer to use for his own problems. But that had changed with the unedited version of ‘Secrets of the Darkest Art’. Which according to it, Chad had already become an ‘Evil Dark Wizard’ of the highest order!

It seems that any magic related to the soul had been designated as ‘Moste Evile’ since the medieval days. That was why there were no books on it or any mention of soul magic. Nobody knew about Lily’s Sacrificial Protection spell or its effects except Dumbledore that had hoarded all the cool books with actual magical knowledge instead or wand movements and bastardised Latin!

‘Man, I’m so going to raid Dumble’s personal library the first chance I get when I go to Hogwarts. It’s a good thing he has to trave for ICW meetings!’ Chad thought to himself.

When Chad finished the last page of the Secrets of the Darkest Art tome, he was both frustrated and relieved. There was no known spell to reattach a soul to a body, it could to an object or another soul, but not a soulless body. The author of this book had killed hundreds of test subjects in her pursuit and had only found ways to prolong it for a month at best. But that was only with spells.

With the use of outside influence like the use of potions, that could be extended to a few years. But the ingredients were rare and costly, especially in this day and age where magical creatures and plants were sparse. Voldemort’s method of drinking the blood of a unicorn would have only been viable for two years at most before Quirrel’s body started to break down. He must have been brainwashed to the extreme to be so docile with an expiry date on his life, but most likely he was just fed some tripe about being fine once Voldemort had his own body. How a Horcrux could build its own flesh and bones with a wizards lifeforce and magic, but Chad could not anchor a soul to a soulless body was extremely frustrating.

The only way that had worked permanently for Owle Bullock, the author, was with the use of Phoenix tears. She had not even created a ritual or a potion, just had the test subject swallow a single tear, and the immense healing powers somehow healed the connection between body and soul. Unfortunately, she only had one Phoenix tear as they were rare as rocking-horse sh*t and had failed to find another for further testing. Chad bet she wished she had used it for herself after transferring bodies, it could make you immortal! He could see how Phoenix tears were the solution to his problem, considering they can heal Basilisk venom, which destroys a Horcrux by eating away at the soul piece.

All in all, his trip had been rewarding. He had gained access to Grimmauld Place, recruited Kreacher, put Mrs Black in her place and found a solution to his soul problems. For now, his medical pursuits can take a back seat until he gained access to Phoenix tears, which even today, with two known Phoenixes, were still rare. Hell, Olivander had only ever worked with two feathers, and he and Dumbles were supposed to be close associates! He also remembered to lock down Phineas Nigellus’s portrait to stop him from spying for Dumbledore. It would possibly tip him off that someone had gained entry to the Black Family house if he ever checked, but with a little luck, they would assume it was Malfoy and scheme against him instead.

For now, Chad will focus on his next project, the expansion of his business empire! Crystal can continue to buy up land and fix up houses to rent out, but Chad wanted something that would put Elfin Inc on the map. A hotel that is so luxurious that it will make its competitors look like hostels in comparison. He could even make it a reward for his house-elves. Maybe after an outstanding achievement or service, he could make them the manager of their own hotel! With thirty floors to keep clean, they will be in paradise!

Alfheim Hotel, the homeland of the house-elf!