Chapter 85

Harry Potter POV

Only on the third day was he finally done with his preparations; now he only had a few hours until the time limit for the secret plane was over. But he had done it; everything was prepared.

He hadn't rested at all. His time was always spent in motion, setting everything up.

Trapping all acloytes in a massive illusionary spell formation that kept them out of the way and stopped them from killing each other, transfiguring the tunnels, and setting up the 10 outer sacrificial zones into a bloody mess.

Now all that was left was to setup the center.

"Ehm, Senior Harry, not that I am ungrateful or anything; it was getting creepy without meeting anyone, but why did you kidnap me?" Asked a shy female voice.

"Your name is Molly, right?" Harry asked as he starred at the girl, having completely forgotten about her, while he was mentally checking if he did everything right.

"Yes! You even know my name!" She replied happily.

He internally sighed in relief that he grabbed the right person; he had no interest in looking for her again. "Good, Bicky asked me to take care of you."

"Big Sister is worried about me? I thought she went back to the family? There is really no need for her to be worried; this secret plane is far too big. Besides you, Senior, I haven't met anyone." Molly replied now far more carefree than before.

This Molly originally died in the Secret Plane, but this time around she was lucky to be actually close to Bicky. In fact, her name is Molly Tyler, a younger cousin of Bicky who wasn't even informed yet that Bicky is the Head of the Tyler Family because she is still part of the Academy.

"Still she asked me to look after you."

"Okay, so where are we going? And can you put me down? I was kind of asking for a while now. You were kind of distracted, you know." Molly was so small that Harry had just grabbed her and began carring under one of his arms.

He hadn't even really thought much about her—just a chore on a large list that he had still to finish before today.

"Sorry, you will have to keep tight. You are too slow to keep up."

"Okay~"

'She is an Airhead.' Harry realized this before he stopped caring and just jumped off the ground and began to fly.

"You can fly, Senior? This is a rare ability even amongst Official Magi!" Molly was impressed.

Harry was glad that his Firebolt had accompanied him to other worlds. Flying could be such a useful and broken ability some times.

Now he didn't even need his Firebolt anymore. This was something he had been trying to learn even under his old system. But it was complicated.

He knew that both Snape and Voldemort were able to do it. Flying without the broom was quite complex to figure out, especially if you weren't really a genius and just had a broken ability that allowed you to master anything with enough work.

Master is the important word here.

His old system didn't help him with learning new things. He had to do the first step himself.

The complexer the skill, the harder it was. Learning how to use an enchantment, not a spell, on oneself was especially complex.

Well, the AI chip was solving that challenge, though it didn't assist him as much with truly mastering skills.

It was no hard thing to figure out how to do it with enough data. But in the end, he still had to master how to do it himself.

While the AI chip could pilot his body perfectly, like an autopilot if he needed it. This wasn't really mastering. Here he still had to learn and practice it himself, with pointers from the AI on what his mistakes were.

It only took a while, and they finally arrived in the Secret Plane.

"Eh, Senior, are you sure we should head there so openly? I know you are strong and all. But there are people impaled on sticks. And there is this whole ritual circle and all." Molly pointed out, unhelpfully.

"Don't worry about it. I put them there." He landed at the circle and put her onto the outer ring of the ritual cycle. "Stay exactly in this ring, or you will die."

"What? Are we in danger?" She asked frantically.

It annoyed him, "You know what? There is no need for you to be awake." And a red flash hit her as she dropped to the ground.

"Pleeease… Help me!

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. It will be over soon. You shouldn't have raped the child in the first place; otherwise, you wouldn't be in this spot. I have no tolerance for criminals that harm innocents." Harry answered the impaled guy on another one of the with rune-engraved spikes.

There are seven of them here. A powerful magical number.

The ritual circle that Molly had noticed wasn't just that; it was also a transformation circle. A Human Transmutation Circle.

Harry had transformed the whole inside of the Secret Plane into the perfect combination of scientific alchemy and magical rituals.

On the outer edge of the plane, like with any massive transmutation circle, he had systematically created 10 spots of extreme bloodshed.

He had used prisoners and enemy Magi that he had captured during the last two years away from the academy.

All of them were extremely broken, since he had experimented on them. And the most outstanding part about them was that they were Rank 1 beings thanks to his experiences.

After all, they had served as test subjects for his experiments, greatly focusing on meditation techniques, evolution, bloodlines, and souls.

Somehow some of them had died even transfigured inside his inventory; their wounds must have been too severe, so he had to use a few of the Acolytes, which he also forcefully turned into Rank 1 beings.

At least temporary. A potion he had created on the base of Grine Water. But the drinker dies a month after using it. Still, it has the full perks of becoming Rank 1.

So congratulations to Jayden for being faster than him.

Between the outer part and the core was nothing besides the tunnels he had the majority of his time to transfigure that were forming the circle. In that area were still the majority of Acolytes wandering around in confusion.

And then there was the core of the whole circle, his Magna Carta for now.

There is the outer ring, where Molly was knocked out on the ground. The only safe zone in the entirety of the Secret Plane. He had to take care of her because he had promised it to Bicky.

After that comes the actual circle. 7 people were perfectly aligned in a circle. None of them were Rank 1 or even an acolyte.

Even then, they were some of his most important experimental subjects. Based on the data they delivered, he had constructed a big part of his own advanced meditation technique.

All seven of them were human philosopher stones.

But no ordinary Stones, like in the FMA World.

No, they were made up of higher-grade souls. Souls that had embarked on the path of becoming magus that had actually trained the very essence of their being.

He first encountered that phenomenon when he trapped Roman inside his philosopher stone for later usage.

After experimentation, he realized that the soul of a Rank 3 acolyte was vastly superior to the one of a regular human, around 1000 times to be precise.

And the more powerful a being was, the stronger the soul. The soul of a Magus, even a Grine Water one, was at least worth 100,000 average human souls.

Yes, a source of endless power.

Each of these human philosopher stones at least contains 100 Magi souls. After all, there were a ton of acolytes that he had been able to use his new potions on.

The final inner part of the human transmutation circle was a triangle, the other powerful magical number 3.

Harry pulled three shimmering jewels out of his inventory, placed them on the three edges of the triangle, and muttered, "I finally found a way to heal you, my friends, though it will still be a while. But you will be back soon enough."

All three Eldunari were still dim, the souls inside still in their shattered shape, trapped inside the crystal.

He placed himself in the center, removed his clothes, pulled out a Vial with his own blood, and began to paint Runes on his naked shape, "For the Bloodline."

Once he was finished, he checked his work before muttering, "The moment of truth." I am kind of nervous; it's not every day one tries a completely original meditation technique on oneself. Let's start."

With this, he clapped his hands together and then touched the ground, activating both the magical and alchemical reactions.

The runes formed of blood began to glow all over his body, and a bloodred aura formed around him.

It stretched out towards the Eldunari, which began to glow brightly. They never did glow that much, even while alive. Their power began to seep into the aura from Harry, boosting it even further.

His eyes glowing green as he watched how each shattered soul trapped inside the Eldunari flew a piece and began to fuse with his own soul. They began to reform it.

At this moment, the Seven Human Philosopher Stones exploded into a bloody mist that joined that process.

Now the whole Secret Plane began to shake and glow in bright green and red lights, while dark mist began to spread out, engulfing the unknowing Acolytes trapped inside.

Cracks began to form all over the secret plane.

The last thing they saw was the shadow of a massive Black Mountain-shaped dragon; it's black scales glittering like Obsidian. The head is a spade-like terror spiked with cruel emerald green eyes that shine with a frightening malevolence. It's like lava and magma were flowing beneath the great wyrm's scorched scales, but its color was sickly green and reminded them of death.

A new dragon has been born.

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