Rituals.

It was a groggy me woken up early in the morning by my personal elf Alfie who rushed me off to the bathroom to do my morning stuff and shower while he got my clothes ready. After my shower I got dressed I wasn't allowed to eat and I left for gringotts.

Upon arrival I was sent to a type of cleansing room where I had to strip naked and scrub myself with special liquids to make sure I was fully clean then head into the ritual room. Where I spent about an hour being chanted over and painted by a bunch of very thorough goblins. They changed and painted runes and marks all over me in a bunch of different kinds of materials from blood to powder dragon chunks. I had picked the best of the best in materials. You had to use things like a big cats blood, kind of like a lion or tiger and you could pick whatever kind you wanted even an alley cat. I had picked a Nemean lion the kind that Hercules killed in Greek mythology. The more powerful the materials the more powerful the ritual.

I also would have to eat the heart of a dragon during the ritual which was going to be tough but I could choke it down. I of course picked an elder dragon heart. The crushed dragon bits all over me? Elder dragon. I made sure to specifically keep to one kind of elder dragon so that I could have the matching core. What kind of elder dragon did I pick? The king of dragons Bahamut.

After the chanting and runes were drawn in I was led to a massive array of runes painted in a circle in one of the clean rooms. A rock with a big heart was placed in front of me and the chanting began. While they were chanting I quickly put up my occulmency shield and imagined a burrito as big as my head and starting scarfing down the dragon heart.

The dancing chanting goblins would bang staffs on the floor while they chanted powering it up with magic and making the runes light up on my body and floor.

My body felt like it was on fire and I could feel my skin stretching and my bones popping and I knew I was growing at an increased rate. Every bite of the heart I swallowed down would pump more magic and power into me and slowly the materials covering my body and the floor were being absorbed by my body.

The pain was unreal it was like having your body stretched by one of those mid evil torture racks. After half an hour of chanting I managed to get the whole heart done and the ritual was finally wrapped up where I collapsed in the middle of the goblins and passed out.

When I woke up I was being cleaned by a goblin medic who was wiping impurities and other nasty things off of me. "The shaman would like to know if you want to get the next painful ritual down or do the easier one." She asked me.

"Let's get the painful one over." I say with a sigh.

As soon as I was done being cleaned I went through the whole process over again. This time it would be to expand my magical core. There was the cleansing and then the chanting and runes drawn on me before I was led to a different room which had a glowing crystal core in the center. My job was to slice open my palms and hold onto the core while they chanted and channeled the magic core to blend with my magical core and expand it.

I was given a silver dagger with ancient runes on it and then cut the fleshy parts of my palms before gripping the sides of the giant pulsing crystal. As soon as the chanting started I felt the magical energy flow into my body. It went from my palms through my arms and right to my chest where my magical core was located. Currently my magical core was about the size of a head when I viewed it with meditation. Right now it was greedily absorbing more and more magical energy from the Elder dragon core. Growing at a frenzied rate it started to feel like I was getting bloated with magical power. But it just kept going.

At the end of the ritual my magical core looked like the size of a truck and it was still growing and absorbing. Apparently it was a good choice to use the same materials as id absorbed earlier since it didn't hurt that much. I was once again cleaned and set up for the final ritual. This one would increase my healing capabilities and give my body some immunities to poisons.

I went through the same tedious routine of rituals and was led to a big Vat of materials that were being mixed and added and I was told to cut my wrists and let the materials do their work which was spooky. But I did as instructed. The mixture contained different kinds of bloods like unicorn blood freely given of course, Hydra blood, troll blood, elder dragon blood, different rare herbs and materials like Phoenix tears and even some elixir of life I provided to keep my body looking young.

When the goblins started chanting the blood concoction started to move on its own slipping into my wounds under my skin and pushing out my blood and slowly adapting and taking over. I felt it move through my heart and veins and my other wrist would push out nasty blood kind of like one of those dialysis machines. It was a strange feeling and I didn't like it at all. After about an hour with all my blood going through some strange changes my final ritual was done. I was taken out and allowed to rest and was washed by goblins again to make sure all the ritual marks and everything were taken off of my body. My body at this time had gone through some dramatic changes.