Boredom? Graphic scenes of torture or divine justice? I choose Justice. A possible new wife.

I'm bored.

Very bored. My eyes wandered around the room of needs and began to glaze over. I could feel that they had lost their luster without seeing it, and of course there was a spirit there not to let me down.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Hogwarts asked with a curious expression. I had studied this little spirit since I arrived at this school and it had been a long 2460 hours since that happened. In the meantime I had read all the books (more like copying and pasting information using a mental-physical link rune) and replaying on various magical areas. There was no book at Hogwarts I hadn't already scanned into my powerful mind and deconstructed to the point where I could create spells of my own.

But back to the spirit. It wasn't really a sentient thing is alive. It was like an AI. Its behavior pattern changed very rarely, and although it was constructed in such a way that evolution was possible, its programming was too old-fashioned to accomplish this. In simple words, Hogwarts was like a slightly bastardized JARVIS. He was efficient and smart and stuff, but that was it. Let's say that if I ever got vibrânium to build a body, Lady Hogwarts wouldn't be able to integrate with that to create a magical version of Vision.

Well, I also couldn't really say that my time at this school was a total waste of time. I could kiss and hug my future wives all I wanted and actually teaching them to defend themselves was kind of an enjoyable hobby for me.

But today... Hermione was on a project to create a communication artifact similar to the Muggle phone, but a wizard version. She pissed me off until I told her that replacing electricity was a necessity and that she could use alchemy to solidify magic. As a result, she could use converting runes and then use manna for electricity.

I also suggested using a rune setup similar to the one that makes up Hogwarts consciousness for an own AI that managed the system, a specific SIRI to function as a telephonist. This would disable human labor and ensure that the project is secret.

Now, many would say that this was not smart and that it could bring many enemies to my wife, but... What if my beautiful name as heir to Merlin himself was used? There hasn't been a very strong criminal organization since the moldyshorts' dick lickers dispersed when their master disappeared.

Ah, talking about the noseless bitch reminded me of the Horcrux still stuck in Hestia's forehead. I should work this out occasionally.

"I was just thinking, Hog. Nothing to worry about."

"Is it something that might help?"

"Honestly no"

"Okay." And that was it. See. If it had been an AI with minimally humanized awareness and intelligence, she would have insisted. But I didn't want her to do it anyway so it was fine.

"I'm going to take a walk around the property. If there is anything I wish to change, let you know."

"Yes Master."

I left RoR and started walking through my domain. I had already cut off all the access the headmaster had and now our much-loved BumboJumbo many names cock in the ass Dumbledore was just a figurehead. The power was mine. That didn't stop him from being a bitch and planning how to get control back. If I'm not mistaken he should expect me to return the castle when I graduate, but that wasn't happening, Gundalf. The castle was mine!

Anyway, my walk wasn't really being unpleasant. Most of the students at the school pointed at me and whispered, but it wasn't a bothersome thing. They were just secondary characters, extras, as Katsuki Bakugou would say, so I didn't pay attention to them. Another thing I was very interested in doing was helping to end all the Voldeshorts suspense. Hunting Horcrux can be a good pastime and would improve my boredom. I also needed to prepare countermeasures, after all the last time I had Magic involved in my life because of my old man's soft balls. Who would know what death would do if I helped Hestia too much? Well, I don't think it would be a direct attack, as from what I understand, my dear father had some relationship with the gods of this universe.

Thinking as I walk is pretty relaxing if I think about it. The forbidden forest in the distance, the soft cold winter wind caressing my face with such an alluring omen of death… It was quite relaxing in its own way.

I liked the winter.

In my past life it was my favorite season. The cold was nice and the white snow was so beautiful and soft. I remember a time when I buried myself in a snowy hole and just let my body slowly numb until I got the best sleep of my life.

Of course, it was short-lived and was followed by a full day of lectures by the teachers at the school. Not even lying in a hospital bed from hypothermia was enough to shut up Mrs. Donovan.I laughed at the memory of it. I knew she was so nervous just because if I died there she was going to accompany me. My grandfather would never let her live if I moved on to another life.

Now that I think about it, I still don't understand how I managed to escape my original universe. According to my father life and death there is controlled by a system. Or that's what I understood when he said I had escaped the system. Anyway, I'm digressing.

"Please…let me go. Please…" I heard a female voice nearby. I had already walked far enough to almost leave the castle grounds and was pretty close to the forbidden forest by then. I didn't think anyone else was walking around here

"Shut up, bitch. We will have fun. Just take this and enjoy. After all what else is a filthy half-blood good for?" Ah, a disgusting voice rang out. What was happening.

I walked towards the noise and saw a scene that I honestly never imagined seeing. A Slytherin student being undressed by another Slytherin student while crying and begging him to stop.

A rape?

Right here and now?

If it was someone I cared about maybe I would help her there. But...um...I was doubtful. I should either leave or watch like some weird voyeur. I didn't want to have anything to do with it so I better leave, okay?

But I couldn't.

Not because I wanted to help that girl, mind you. I did not want. But... I remembered an iconic scene from the first Spider-Man movie, not the modern one, but the one with Toby Maguire, where Peter lets the thief get away and says the phrase: 'This is not my problem', just for a few minutes later your uncle is murdered by the bandit.

I could just let it go and walk away. I doubt this was unusual considering it was happening outdoors during the day and I didn't think this would be the last time. But…letting such be around people I love was not something I would allow. What if he continued his rapist hobby and tried something with my wives. I knew my girls were strong but magic allowed for a number of devious methods that could lead to things like this.

Do not.

This being needs to be purified and left far away from my dear ones. I will not allow your existence.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Theodore Nott...ah, Miss Davies."

Tracy Davies was known to be friends with Daphne Greengrass in the Harry Potter canon and that has continued to be the case here in this universe. However, just like the canon, I didn't know anything about her other than that she was a mestizo. She was a 12 year old cute witch. Wavy black hair and brown eyes. Her face was well defined and her clothes were crammed with missing buttons and her left nipple exposed.

She had very interesting breasts. Fat and firm, they looked soft and juicy despite the situation, and their pitiful expression reminded me of second-rate hentai. She was both ignoble and exciting.

"I had heard things about Notts and their vile means of achieving beauties, but hearing and seeing are two different things."

"What do you want, Ambrosius? This is none of your business!" he looked elated. Hmm... It was cold weather. There shouldn't be anyone passing by, so I think he was hoping to keep it a secret.

"See, I don't feel safe with rapists living around me so I decide to get rid of you!" I spoke indifferently.

Nott bastard was handsome. Of course, comparing the two of us was almost a sin considering my perfect figure, but she didn't seem like the type to be lacking in girls in the future. I didn't understand that in this case. If you were a fat, ugly bastard... I might even understand. But did this toy boy really need this?

It seems that not everyone has as much morality as I am.

Yes, that's it. I'm morally perfect too. One more thing I'm better at than these mongrels...

Where the hell did that come from????!

Well, it wasn't wrong.

"What do you mean get rid of?" he asked in a shaky voice. Besides being a mongrel mongrels, he was still a coward. Ah, so many hateful things in just a tiny 12-year-old body. Well, what could you expect from males? The only figures tolerated by my beautiful self were the ladies, after all.

Ah, I should visit my cousin at the HufflePuff house when I have time. I was sincerely wanting to have her as one of my wives after all. She was 17 this year. If she married me I wouldn't have to wait to lose my V-card.

"I will kill you, mongrel. After all, this is my domain and you dared to practice villainy here. The least you should do is pay with your life."

I approached him already pulling out my wand. Miss Davies already seemed to have composed herself but she wasn't gone. Well, in her place I would have stayed to see my tormentor's fate too. In fact, in her place I would have used my nails to pull out the disgusting thing from the crotch that took up space in the brat.

"Stop. My father... father... he is one of the lords in Wizengamot. He will not golet go if you kill me..."

"You know Merlin founded Wizengamot, don't you?"

"This…this…Why are you protecting her? You don't even know her!"

Solid argument.

"You're right. I do not know. And honestly would not deign to meet me. Maybe you still don't deserve me." I spoke and saw young Davies's expression fall. Maybe she wants me to meet her? Well, I should be more active in collecting wives. Miss Davies was young Greengrass's friend after all. I could approach the two of them... or I could use the method I used with Hestia and simply give her a similar engagement contract.

"But even not knowing and not thinking about knowing, doesn't change the fact that you dared to desecrate my domain. However, you are right about your father being a lord. Killing you is going to cause me more trouble than anything…" I said, which made the bastard relax. "However, I will punish you in another way then."

"What will you do? I can pay you... just let me go okay?"

"Honestly you don't have a backbone? Dammit, shouldn't you be the proud thoroughbred? A cowardly, inbred bastard like you still qualifies to use derogatory names on others?"

"Please, Heir Ambrosius, I beg you, forgive me. Forgive me." He got to his knees and that pissed me off.

Only beauties must kneel before the great and mighty self!

"Crucial!" I threw the unforgivable at the disgusting being while Miss Davies preached in surprise. "Are you alright, miss?" I asked as I kept the spell aimed at the mutt in front of me. I also noticed that his pants were down.

These bastards still expose themselves like that in front of me!

"I'm fine, Heir Ambrosius, this… You cast an unforgivable…

"Yea?"

"Won't it cause problems for you?"

"Perhaps? I think so. I mean... they banned it, didn't they? Such a useful spell and they just forbid it." I sighed. "Honestly I think wizards are all stupid. Well, nothing to do about it."

"Won't you stop the spell?"

"Ah…" I realized I was still punishing the bastard. "Thank you for the warning. It might have left your mind in tatters if it weren't for you."

"You don't seem to care about that much" she sounded strange as she said this and I looked at her face. It was a pretty pretty face actually. Pink lips, a little pale thanks to the cold and smooth white skin. She was delicious. for the help..."

"I don't accept spoken thanks." I interrupted. "Too ephemeral in my opinion. I would accept a kiss if you don't mind. Or a date maybe?

The girl blushed and that made me even more interested. I remembered her pitiful expression from before and imagined her with a similar face, but with pronounced desire. Her face red as she realizes she will have her cave violated by me. Reluctance fighting the urge to serve my cock.

That really listened to me a lot.

"I…I…think…I don't mind. I can kiss you."

"Then kiss." She said it directly and simply.

She walked towards me with slight hesitation but still no pauses. When she reached my personal space she brought her head up on her tiptoes and kissed... my cheek before running towards the castle.

"What a naughty little girl…" I said as she smiled slightly. "Now what should you do with you, little one.

The little name was not a fallacy here. He was really tiny. I can't even imagine it causing damage to whichever girl he wanted to fuck. Thinking about it now made me want to laugh. Maybe I didn't even need to interfere...

Anyway, what to do with little Nott.

Ah... I think I remembered something.

"Nott, Nott, Nott…" I sounded eerily similar to Juuzou Susuya. "Why did you have to become one of the bandits on my land? Do you know. I have to say you are very lucky. Or very unlucky. After all, here you are... a person and here I am... a god among men. In a school of magic too. Little Nott, you will be the first person to experience a personal spell of mine."

I smiled widely when I saw her despair.

"Please, Lord Ambrosius...forgive me...have mercy!"

"Now, now, but why so afraid. My spell is very good you know. It's actually a transfiguration and transmutation variant fused with some blood magic. Ah... And to think that there are few uses for this spell... But... You here, in the light of the star called the sun, you here, have my attention, you here will be my first toy... let's play, let's play ?"

"You... You... monster!"

"Me?" I pointed my wand at my face looking confused. "Little one, how can you be so rude. I'm not a monster. I'm a scientist. Yes, this. Scientist. And you are my patient. After all I found you here... suffering in the cold snow." I said smiling sweetly. "It is my duty to help a needy Slytherin colleague. come eunuchus" I cast the spell and the effect began.

First, your ballsthey exploded into bloody mist before merging with the teeny's tiny cock body. Then the body itself exploded in a bloody mist that seeped back into the now smooth space, melding flesh and blood and healing all damage in the process. In no time his parts disappeared leaving a smooth, bald crotch behind.

The good thing about this spell was that it couldn't be reversed by even the most effective healing magic. That's because there was no damage to be healed anyway. I did this spell after reminding myself that newborn males almost never have their testicles exposed, requiring them to fall out a few months ago. I simply reversed the state of his toys back to when he was a fetus.

It was as if her entire body had grown and developed normally, but her reproductive organs hadn't. And since I sealed his entire groin permanently, Theodore Nott was now a eunuch. Permanently no chance of spreading your vile bloodline.

"I did great good to the wizarding society, didn't I?" I asked the broken little one lying at my feet. "At the same time I created the vis eunuchus spell, I cut the Nott line permanently. Unless your father is able to bear another consanguine like you."

"You... monster... You... it... It won't end like this."

"What you mean? I never did anything wrong with you Nott. Why threaten me? Oh, maybe you think you can harm me by telling you what I did to you? See, I have another really good spell here with me. We will try?"

"Ahhhhh....Help....someone...Please..." He started to scream.

"Oh, so boring. verbum mentis, protegat fidelius." I released my other creation. "Let me explain this spell to you. It's called that way because it basically seals your memories and specific words with a fidelius level protection. There is no legilimency in the world capable of taking hidden information from you. When I released it I made sure to specifically seal all the memories from the last 45 minutes. You may reveal that you tried to molest Miss Davies but you cannot say anything about me, the unforgivable or even my beloved creations." I stopped for a while. "I look like a bad movie villain explaining the plan to the good guy and allowing time for the said whose to be saved. Well, I've already done what I needed anyway. Goodbye little one... Oh, maybe, non-existent is a better word."

I turned and started walking away whistling as I stared at the almost fading sunlight on the horizon. I wasted a lot of time on this walk, but I have possibly gained a wife so I think it's a profit.

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Our hero didn't even bother to hear a certain little one crying on the ground, unable to get up due to damage from the cruel spells cast on him. But even if he did, he would be angry to have his thoughts interrupted by a dirty man and would like a finger or two with diffindo to make him shut up.