Viktor is quite obsessed and hands on in making the perfect immortal body. He began human testing based on his new findings and the discovery he made before he died. He developed potions that speeds up the development of bones and muscles. Potions to increase the amount of magic inside the body and many other new ones that are completed or are still in being researched and developed.
Collecting magical plants from around the world is rather easy with the backing of the galleons in his treasury with the exception for the rarest types or the ones already presumed to be extinct. Analysing the chemical content and possible applications is what took long. Developing new strains with desired outcomes is also one of his goals in progress.
He then began to collect and breed magical creatures from bowtruckles to dragons. This one is quite difficult as some of these creatures are very difficult to catch, not to mention very dangerous.
Research never ends, his fascination to the unknown is insatiable. He began to secretly buy humanoid creatures such as werewolves, vampires, veelas and other semi intelligent demihumans. He even got a goblin for himself which costs quite a bit of galleons. Dementors are proving a challenging prey that eludes each of his attempts at capturing one. There is simply a lack of method on dealing with these type of creatures. Perhaps in the near future.
Orphans with age ranging from 4 to 13 from all over the world began to dwindle as he took them in into his ship. It should be a good thing for the world since the children he took in are those without means to survive to maturity if left alone. This went with the muggles making stories ranging from a boogeyman who took children, kidnappers selling organs to alien abduction.
Research of magical plants.
Research of magical creatures.
Research of spells and enchantment.
Body training and enhancements.
Research, research, research...
(knowledge is power. -Ernie baron)
The whole range of things to do did not faze Victor but instead greatly motivated him to push harder.
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Viktor stood in front of a mirror inside his room. He is fully grown and could be mistaken for a man in his early twenties, in fact he's been stuck in this condition from when he was seven. He simply stopped developing in terms of appearance afterwards. His strength and magic capacity on the other hand continued to rise. His physique is many times better than an average wizard, and his magic capacity is now similar to that of a high ranking auror. He stood 6 foot and 5 inches with short dark brown hair, glowing brown eyes, tall nose and well chiselled jaw with a thin layer of facial hair. Paired with a body that looks like it was carved by the Goddess of beauty herself, resulting into a man of peerless charm. Now 11 years of age, it's time for the real Adonis to go to school.
He was tempted to just ditch the invitation and not go to the wizarding school but reconsidered as he had plans that involves infiltrating the school and learning how it all worked out.
'No wonder Narcissus stayed single, he is just too good looking to be owned by a single person.'
Whisking the useless narcissistic thoughts inside his head, he slipped in his robes and wore a black wristwatch. Soon after, his body shrunk along with his obviously enchanted clothes as a younger looking version of himself appeared in the mirror in front of him.
'Hoooh, what a bother. Would people believe some adult claiming to be an eleven year old kid? There's just no way. The things I do for science."
He sighed and called out to his ever loyal elf named Golie. The two of them flooed to Rinnok, the Bulgarian version of Diagon alley. On his desk laid an invitation letter to Durmstrang Institute, a school of martial magic.
Unlike the subjects offered in Hogwarts which are mostly for pussies, no offence to those who dig that type of shit, Durmstrang retained most of its curriculum and offered the really useful stuff which is considered as dark magic by the foolish new generation of wastrels, ooops I actually meant to say wizards. Of course Viktor didn't need those books anymore, maybe some rare ones in their library, but sooner than later he will have a copy of them all.
'Going to Hogwarts is probably going to be quite boring anyway. The professors there are a bit too lacking for consideration. Might as well go to Durmstrang for three years and then transfer to Hogwarts in my third year to join in on the fun and get some benifits.'
"Alright Golie let's go get a wand."
Golie grabbed his hand and apparated. They appeared in front of the Gregorovitch Zauberstabe, one of, if not the most famous wand maker in Europe. He was about to knock when the old creaky door opened by itself.
"You can wait for me here Golie I'll be fine by myself."
"I hear and obey the Master." (Yurnero?)
'Huh he became overly dedicated to the honor thing since I improved their physique and thinking capabilities. Don't worry my pet, the elves will live up to its name as the most beautiful of creatures. Harry Potter world raped the appearance of elves I will pursue justice for you my beloved Elune. Soon, all of the elves will have perfect bodies fit to their name.
As he was going to be using the elves against wizards, he began to upgrade the ones who swore through magic to forever be bound to him and his descendants. Which is all of them, no one really refused.
These neglected specie of magical creature can be a very sharp knife to cut one's enemies. Viktor often wondered how the brain of a wizard work. Often wondering....
'Why are they so dumb? It shouldn't be the effect of a magical illness as he found none of such. Getting sidetracked here, going back to the matter at hand. Let's get a wand. Preferably the best ones available.'
He walked into the old shop with thousands of neatly stacked wand boxes on display.
"Welcome to Gregorovitch Zauberstabe! My name is Mykew Gregorovitch the current owner of this establishment. Are you here for your first wand sir....?"
It was old foggey Mykew, he looked and sounded different from the wand obsessed old man he was portrayed to be in the movie.
'Probably some sort of behavioral regression due to regret.'
"Krum... Viktor Draconov Krum, master of House Krum. Yes, I am here for the first wand I hope you can help me pick a perfect fit."
The old man scanned him quick and his eyes stayed a tad bit longer on the golden Master ring in his left hand and tutted.
"Well you should already be aware Master Krum, a wand is semi-sentient and chooses the wizard, but these wands can also be subdued with strength like any other if one is powerful enough."
There wasn't enough research for Krum to make an assessment but based on bare facts alone, one can infer that what the old guy said must be mostly the truth. But this bullcrap about being chosen is just plain shits. Wands are tools for killing and creating, what use is there for a wand that is too picky for its user?
'I must look into it in the future.'
"I will take it to heart."
He outwardly said to the wand maker to show respect.
"I remember your father's wand. Acacia Wood and thunderbird core. Do you fancy a certain wand in particular? Well..... Close your eyes and call out to the one fated to be your perfect pair."
'Come.'