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The first year at Hogwarts had passed by in a blur of intense study, secret experimentation, and subtle maneuvering. With my clones working tirelessly, each focusing on a different aspect of my plan, my progress had been exponential. The interconnected consciousness of my clones allowed me to quadruple my efforts, effectively turning a single year into four. Even during the holidays, my clone designated as the "student" maintained the charade of leaving Hogwarts, only to return as a peregrine falcon and hide out in the Room of Requirement. The transformation made it easy to re-enter the castle unnoticed—after all, who would suspect a bird of being a student?

My research into Animagus magic was coming along faster than I had anticipated. By the time next year rolled around, I was confident I'd complete the transformation successfully. Professor McGonagall, who had taken a particular interest in my progress, was astounded by my apparent talent. She had no idea that four of me were working simultaneously on the problem, each thinking at the same time. I could sense her growing fondness for me, even a degree of protectiveness that I hadn't expected. Her support had also been crucial in helping me dodge Slughorn's persistent invitations to join his club. I had politely delayed it, citing a lack of time, and McGonagall backed me up. However, I promised Slughorn I'd join next year, leaving the door open for future opportunities. His connections could prove useful.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, had been keeping a lower profile since the Mirror of Erised incident. Perhaps McGonagall had assured him she was keeping an eye on me, or maybe he was simply biding his time, waiting to see how I'd develop. Either way, his presence was less overt, though I was always conscious of the possibility that he was still watching.

In Charms class, my efforts paid off as I mastered an array of powerful spells, both in and out of the classroom. Aqua Eructo, Protego Duo, Incendio, Bombarda, Depulso, Expulso, Flipendo, Full Body Bind, Sectumsempra, Accio, Aguamenti, Reparo, Scourgify, Aparecium, and Diffindo—each spell became second nature to me. The Charms professor often praised my dedication, clearly impressed by the speed and efficiency with which I absorbed new magic.

The spells I mastered during my first year at Hogwarts became a powerful arsenal that far exceeded the typical curriculum for a first-year student. Each spell was carefully chosen for its utility and potential to serve my long-term goals.

**Aqua Eructo** was one of the first advanced spells I learned. It allowed me to shoot a jet of water, which could be used to douse fires or create obstacles for potential pursuers. Combined with **Protego Duo**, which created a shield of water around the caster, I could manipulate water defensively and offensively—a rare skill that gave me an edge in unforeseen situations.

**Incendio**, on the other hand, provided the opposite effect. This spell shot a jet of fire, perfect for starting fires or dealing with creatures weak to flames. It was a straightforward spell, but its power lay in its simplicity and destructive potential, making it one of my favorites.

**Bombarda** and **Expulso** were both explosive spells, but with slightly different effects. **Bombarda** caused a controlled explosion, ideal for breaching barriers or causing general havoc, while **Expulso** resulted in a more violent explosion that could destroy objects and send opponents flying. Both spells required precision and control, which I had honed through relentless practice.

**Flipendo**, also known as the Knockback Jinx, was less destructive but equally useful. It sent the target flying through the air, which could be handy in duels or when I needed to create space between myself and an opponent.

**The Full Body Bind**, or **Petrificus Totalus**, was a spell that paralyzed the target completely. It was a crucial spell for subduing enemies without causing lasting harm, a tool that could immobilize someone without drawing too much attention.

**Sectumsempra** was the most dangerous spell I learned, a cutting curse that could inflict deep wounds. This spell required precise control, and I practiced it only in secret, knowing its potential for both protection and harm. It was a spell I kept in reserve, aware of its lethal nature but understanding that there might come a time when it would be necessary.

Among the more practical spells, **Accio** proved invaluable. The ability to summon objects from a distance was a convenience I quickly grew accustomed to. Whether I needed my wand, a book, or some other item, I could call it to my hand without delay.

**Aguamenti** was another essential spell, conjuring clean, fresh water from thin air. It wasn't just useful for hydration; it also served in various experiments and, combined with Aqua Eructo, added another layer to my water-based manipulations.

**Reparo** and **Scourgify** were utility spells that made life easier at Hogwarts. **Reparo** could mend or repair broken objects, while **Scourgify** cleaned just about anything, from spilled potions to dirty cauldrons. Both were spells that kept me efficient, allowing me to focus on more significant tasks without worrying about minor inconveniences.

**Aparecium** was a spell that revealed invisible ink, and by extension, anything hidden by magic. It was a subtle but powerful tool, particularly useful in uncovering secrets and hidden messages—something I expected to come in handy as I delved deeper into Hogwarts' mysteries.

Finally, **Diffindo** was an advanced severing charm, capable of cutting through nearly anything. From ropes to fabric, Diffindo could slice with precision, and I used it often in both my studies and experiments.

Each of these spells became a part of my daily routine, practiced until they were as natural as breathing. The professors, particularly in Charms, frequently praised my dedication, though they couldn't have guessed that my progress was due to the combined efforts of four Hecates, each working tirelessly to perfect these skills. By the end of the year, my magical prowess far exceeded that of my peers, though I took care to downplay my abilities when necessary. After all, I had to maintain the illusion of being just another talented student, even as I secretly worked towards much greater goals.

No one suspected that there were four versions of me at Hogwarts, each working towards a common goal. My secret was safe, and the advantages it provided were immense.

As for Sirius, James, and Remus, they continued to cause trouble, as expected. Sometimes, I'd join them in their mischief, relishing the moments of lighthearted fun amidst my more serious pursuits. Sirius and James, in particular, seemed to appreciate my sense of adventure, though they could never quite figure me out.

Pettigrew, however, was a different story. He had started to distance himself from me, and I couldn't help but notice the fear in his eyes whenever he passed by dark places. It was almost as if he was haunted by some imagined danger, perhaps hallucinating about things that weren't there. Despite this, he managed to cling to the group when I wasn't around, though his unease was palpable.

In all, my first year had been a success. I had laid the groundwork for the future, gained valuable knowledge and skills, and positioned myself strategically within Hogwarts. The next year promised even greater opportunities, and I was ready to seize them. The foundation was set, and with the combined efforts of my clones, I would continue to rise, one careful step at a time.

The final night at Hogwarts before summer break had arrived, and with it, the end of my relentless pursuit for knowledge—at least for now. I had decided to cancel the Agent S card for the first time in what felt like ages. The year had been a whirlwind of activity, with each of my clones working tirelessly to achieve the goals I had set. But now, with summer on the horizon, I knew it was time to pause, to regroup.

As the castle settled into the quiet of night, I began the process of deactivating the card. One by one, my clones vanished, their tasks completed. The gloves I had grown so accustomed to disappeared along with them, leaving me alone in the vast emptiness of the castle.

The student clone, the one who had kept up appearances, maintaining the facade of a diligent, ordinary student, was the last to go. She had been resting, exhausted from the charade, and I felt a slight pang as she dissolved. But it was necessary. For the first time in months, I was singular, just one Hecate.

The silence that followed was almost deafening. It was strange to be alone in my own mind, without the constant hum of shared thoughts and experiences. But it was also liberating. I had achieved so much, and now, with summer approaching, I had the chance to reflect and plan for what came next.

Using the Sinking Shadow card, I slipped back into my room, the shadows embracing me as I moved through the castle unnoticed. The familiar darkness wrapped around me like a cloak, a comforting reminder of the powers I had honed over the year.

As I settled into my bed, I allowed myself a moment of rest. The journey had been long and exhausting, but it was only the beginning. Summer would bring new challenges, new opportunities, and I would be ready for them. For now, though, I would sleep—just one Hecate, ready to take on whatever came next.

The next morning arrived with a sense of finality. My time at Hogwarts had come to an end, at least for now. I gathered my belongings—my luggage, packed with everything I needed, and Nyx, my ever-loyal cat, who had been a constant companion throughout the year. Together, we made our way to the train station, the echoes of the castle slowly fading as we left its ancient walls behind.

As I boarded the train and found an empty compartment, I settled in for the journey ahead. I had hoped for a quiet ride, but it wasn't long before James, Sirius, and Remus found me. They filed into the compartment with their usual energy, chatting and laughing as they always did. Pettigrew, however, made a weak excuse about the compartment being too crowded and quickly excused himself. It was obvious he was still wary of me, but I paid him little mind. His fear was almost palpable, and it wasn't worth the effort to engage.

The ride seemed to drag on forever, the rhythmic clatter of the train's wheels lulling me into a state of quiet contemplation. My companions talked among themselves, occasionally including me in their banter, but my mind was elsewhere, already planning the next steps in my journey.

Finally, we arrived at the station. The other students disembarked, rushing to their families who awaited them eagerly on the platform. I, however, had no one waiting for me. It wasn't a sadness, but a fact I had long accepted. My path was different, and it required independence.

With Nyx in tow, I stepped off the train and made my way through the bustling station. The crowd was thick with parents and siblings, all eager to greet their loved ones, but I maneuvered through them with ease. Once outside, I hailed a cab. Thanks to the gifts from the system, money was never an issue. I had accumulated more than enough to support myself comfortably.

My destination was a five-star hotel, an establishment far beyond what one might expect a young girl to book. But I had my methods. Among the many experiments I had conducted throughout the year, one of my clones had stumbled upon an old book in the Room of Requirement. It was tucked away in a forgotten corner, covered in dust, but its contents were invaluable. The book contained knowledge on mental spells, complex magic that could manipulate thoughts and perceptions.

With the combined efforts of my clones, we had succeeded in crafting a new spell—**Wedge's Mind**. The spell was designed to implant a specific belief in someone's mind, rooting it so deeply that they would accept it as truth without question. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but incredibly powerful.

I used this spell as I approached the hotel's front desk. The receptionist looked up as I entered, ready to inquire about my needs. But before she could even ask, I had already cast the spell, implanting the belief that I was a grown woman, perfectly capable of booking a room on my own. In reality, the room was booked under the receptionist's own information, though I paid for it with my own money—ensuring that no one could accuse me of theft. It was a seamless transaction, with no one the wiser.

As I ascended to my room, Nyx nestled comfortably in my arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Everything had gone according to plan. The Ministry of Magic would never detect my use of such magic, thanks to the protection afforded by the fourth wall skill. It shielded my actions, rendering them invisible to the usual magical detection methods.

Once in my room, I set Nyx down and took a moment to survey my surroundings. The luxurious space was a stark contrast to the simple dormitory at Hogwarts, but it was a welcome change. This was my sanctuary for the summer, a place where I could rest, plan, and prepare for what was to come.

The first year at Hogwarts had been a success, and now, with the summer stretched out before me, I had the time and resources to push my plans even further. The Wedge's Mind spell was just one of many tools I had developed, and there was so much more to explore, so many possibilities to consider.

I settled into the plush bed, feeling the weight of the year finally lift off my shoulders. But this wasn't the end—only a brief pause before the next phase of my journey began. As I closed my eyes, I felt a sense of anticipation building within me. The future was mine to shape, and I was ready to take on whatever came next.

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The next day, the summer sun bathed the city in its warm light as I embarked on a new phase of my plans. My first stop was the local registry of births. The Wedge's Mind spell, combined with the Name-Changing Charm, would be instrumental in altering my identity.

I entered the registry office with a sense of purpose, Nyx at my side. The receptionist, under the influence of the spell, greeted me with a warm smile and directed me to the records section. I knew that my changes would need to be subtle but effective.

Once inside the registry's archive room, I applied the Name-Changing Charm. With a flick of my wand and a whispered incantation, I carefully altered one specific detail: my age. From a twelve-year-old girl named Petunia Evans, my identity shifted to that of a twenty-two-year-old. The change was seamlessly integrated into the Muggle records, a testament to the power of the charm.

The transformation was essential for my plans. A twelve-year-old could hardly open a bank account, but a twenty-two-year-old had the independence and credibility necessary for financial transactions. With my new age in place, I was ready to proceed with the next step.

I made my way to a reputable Muggle bank, a place where I had previously scoped out the procedures. The building was imposing yet inviting, a symbol of financial stability. As I entered, I could feel the weight of my new identity solidifying. I approached the reception desk, where a bank officer greeted me.

"Good morning," I said with a practiced air of confidence. "I'd like to open a bank account, please."

The officer's eyes briefly flickered with curiosity but quickly returned to professionalism. "Of course. We'll need some identification and a few details to get started."

I handed over the documents reflecting my new identity—carefully altered to ensure everything matched perfectly. The Wedge's Mind spell had made sure that the staff perceived my new details as genuine, without any suspicion. The officer processed my application, asking standard questions about my financial needs and background.

Within a short time, the account was opened, and I received my bank card. I left the bank feeling a sense of accomplishment. The ability to manage my finances openly in the Muggle world provided me with added freedom and resources, essential for my plans.

The new account would allow me to manage my finances discreetly, supporting my endeavors without raising any suspicion. I had carefully planned each step, ensuring that every detail aligned with my goals.

As I walked away from the bank, Nyx by my side, I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. Each accomplishment, no matter how small, brought me closer to achieving my long-term objectives. The Muggle world was now an extension of my realm, and I was ready to use every resource at my disposal to shape my future.

With the Muggle world's financial system now at my disposal, my next task was to secure a substantial source of funds—essentially, my own "piggy bank." I had identified a wealthy company known for its vast financial resources, and today was the day to make my move.

The company building loomed ahead, a sleek and modern structure that exuded an air of sophistication and success. As I entered the lobby, I projected an air of confidence and purpose. The reception area was bustling with activity, but I calmly approached the desk and requested an appointment with the company's executives.

Thanks to the Wedge's Mind spell, the receptionist greeted me with a polite smile, quickly arranging a meeting with the top decision-makers. I was ushered into a luxurious waiting area, where I waited with a carefully controlled demeanor.

When my appointment time arrived, I was led to a spacious conference room where the company's executives were already seated. They were a mix of older men and women, each wearing a suit that spoke of power and influence. I could sense their curiosity as I entered, but I maintained my composure.

"Good afternoon," I began with a professional tone. "Thank you for meeting with me today."

The executives nodded in acknowledgment, and one of them, a distinguished man in his sixties, spoke up. "How may we assist you today?"

I took a deep breath, knowing this was where my plan would truly be tested. "I'm here on behalf of my family's trust fund account. We've been instructed to seek additional investment opportunities and partnerships."

The executives exchanged intrigued glances. I could feel the Wedge's Mind spell starting to take effect. Their skepticism waned, replaced by a welcoming demeanor as they perceived me as a representative of a substantial trust fund. This was exactly what I had planned—using their own assumptions to my advantage.

"I'm glad you reached out to us," the distinguished man continued. "We're always interested in working with prestigious accounts. Let's discuss how we can facilitate your investment needs."

As the meeting progressed, I carefully guided the conversation to ensure that the executives would agree to provide financial support as if I were indeed a legitimate representative of a significant trust fund. I highlighted various investment opportunities and financial services, subtly ensuring they were inclined to extend their resources to me.

By the end of the meeting, the executives were more than willing to provide the financial backing I needed. They agreed to supply me with funds, believing that they were doing so for a highly reputable account.

I left the building feeling a mix of triumph and satisfaction. My Wedge's Mind spell had worked flawlessly, and I had secured access to substantial financial resources. This newfound wealth would enable me to continue my experiments and expand my plans without any financial constraints.

As I made my way back to the hotel, I reflected on the day's events. Each step had been calculated and executed with precision, and the results had been more than favorable. The resources and opportunities at my disposal were now vast, and I was well-positioned to advance my goals in both the magical and Muggle worlds.