Toji's Summer Vacation

The summer months blurred by as Toji embarked on a journey few could comprehend. Using an advanced clone spell he had found hidden deep within the vaults of ancient wizarding families, Toji was able to be everywhere and do everything at once. Each clone represented a version of himself, sent across the world to accomplish different tasks, to attend tournaments, and to explore magical realms that most wizards could only dream of.

Some clones were sent to the Potion Masters Tournament in Paris. Toji's skill had already surpassed many of the most experienced potion brewers, but winning the title required more than just technical prowess—it demanded innovation. His clone concocted potions that pushed the boundaries of known magic, enhancing not only the mind and body but also tapping into ancient sources of power thought lost to time. With each brew, Toji's reputation grew, until he was crowned the youngest ever winner of the prestigious tournament. The victory came with fame, but also with new knowledge, as he traded secrets with legendary potion masters from across the globe.

Another clone found itself in a Wizard Dueling Tournament in Russia, where the best duelists from every magical nation gathered to compete. Toji's dueling skills, honed by endless hours of practice and battle, were on full display. He modified basic spells to unleash area-of-effect damage, turning simple disarming charms into blasts that could knock back entire squads of wizards. Even the Unforgivable Curses were transformed under his hand; his modified Cruciatus Curse not only inflicted pain but spread like wildfire across a group of enemies. The dueling crowds were left in awe, and by the end, Toji had earned the title of the Strongest of His Generation.

Every headline in the magical world screamed his name. "Harry Potter: Boy Who Lived, Now the Strongest." Newspapers were filled with stories of his victories and feats, chronicling the rise of a boy who had not only survived Voldemort but had begun to carve a path of legend all his own.

And with that fame came opportunity. Toji took advantage of the attention and funneled it into his personal empire—Potter Enterprises. Using his newfound wealth and influence, he opened a shop where he sold everything from action figures of himself to cloaks and wands branded with his name. The merchandise was a hit, flying off the shelves faster than any item in Diagon Alley. It was amusing to him how much people were willing to spend for a piece of his fame, and the profits that poured in were staggering. Harry Potter merchandise became the talk of the wizarding world, and with every sale, Toji's power and reach grew.

But while his fame blossomed, his true goals lay far beyond the spotlight. Clones were sent to explore the magical jungles of Africa, the deserts of the Middle East, and the forgotten temples of South America. Each journey brought him face to face with creatures of immense power—basilisks, thunderbirds, and even a kraken that had slumbered beneath the ocean for centuries. Every fight tested him, pushed him to the edge of his abilities, and with each battle, he grew stronger. His body hardened, his reflexes sharpened, and his magical core expanded.

He delved deep into ancient rituals—rituals that could enhance his mind, body, and magical affinity. Some were dangerous, teetering on the edge of dark magic, but Toji mastered them all. He bathed in enchanted springs, chanted in lost languages under the light of the full moon, and performed sacrifices to powers beyond mortal understanding. Each ritual reshaped him, making him faster, stronger, and more intelligent. His magical energy surged to new heights, enabling him to perform feats that bordered on the divine.

One by one, his clones returned to him, bringing with them the spoils of their efforts—artifacts, treasures, and knowledge. The Cloak of Ra, imbued with the power of the sun god, a staff once wielded by Merlin himself, enchanted rings that granted him dominion over the elements.Lastly, he found The Excalibur, that will make the wielder invincible and the sheath, that would make its wielder invulnerable. These treasures were stored in his vault, but the knowledge they brought him was far more valuable. He studied these artifacts, unlocking their secrets and using them to modify spells, creating a new form of magic that only he could wield.

His Bombarda spell could now level entire buildings, his Protego shield could expand to protect an entire army, and his Expelliarmus became a concussive blast that knocked out foes in all directions. He had turned his spells into weapons of mass destruction, all while maintaining the precision and control to use them effectively.

As the summer came to a close, Toji found himself sitting in his study once more, reflecting on all that he had accomplished. His fame had reached heights beyond anything he had imagined, but more importantly, he had become unstoppable.

The Daily Prophet continued to sing his praises, naming him "The Strongest Wizard of His Generation," a title he wore proudly, though it was only the beginning. His name was known across the magical world, and he had the resources, both in magic and wealth, to shape his future exactly as he saw fit.

But as he sat there, the accolades felt hollow. He had trained relentlessly, achieved more than any boy his age could dream of, and yet, the thrill of combat, of proving himself, never lasted long. He craved something more—a challenge worthy of his abilities. He leaned back in his chair, thinking about the next year at Hogwarts.

There was a basilisk to face. He had heard rumors about the Chamber of Secrets being opened, and while others might have feared the creature lurking within, Toji looked forward to it. After all, if there was any place where he could truly test his limits, it would be within the walls of Hogwarts, facing a beast that had terrified the school for generations.

But first, there was another matter to attend to—Hermione and Daphne. He thought of their loyalty and affection, their remarkable growth under his training. They had become stronger, quicker, sharper, and were undoubtedly the best witches of their year. Their potential was enormous, and Toji knew they would play a role in his future plans.

He would need to figure out how to handle his relationships with them, but for now, he let those thoughts drift. There were bigger things to worry about—like whether the Resurrection Stone still lay hidden somewhere, waiting to be claimed. Or if the Elder Wand, once held by Dumbledore, could be taken by a wizard strong enough to disarm him.

With a sly smile, Toji stood up and stretched. The future held endless possibilities, and he was ready for them all.

Hogwarts had no idea what was coming next year.