Valerius "I want to make new things done, so increasing my magical output, like I studied in the latin ritual book."
Valerius stood in the grand hall of Grindelwald Mansion, his mind racing with the preparations for a powerful and forbidden ritual. His research from the restricted section of the Hogwarts library had led him to a ritual that could increase his magical output by 60%, a boost no ordinary wizard could dream of. But this power came at a dangerous cost, one he was willing to pay.
After finalizing his plans, Valerius sent word to Mia, instructing her to acquire three specific items critical to the ritual. He chose her for this task because of her resourcefulness and her connections within the darker corners of the magical world.
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The Requirements
When Mia arrived at the mansion, Valerius wasted no time explaining the delicate nature of the items he needed.
"The ritual will require three things, Mia," Valerius began, pacing in front of the grand fireplace. "First, I need the heart of an old dragon—one that can no longer mate. Its magic will have aged, making it stable yet incredibly powerful. Along with the heart, I need its magical core and veins. This dragon's heart will be the core of the ritual, stabilizing the surge in power I'm going to draw from it."
Mia listened intently, raising an eyebrow at the specificity. "An old dragon, eh? They're rare, but I've heard whispers of one in the mountains of Romania. It'll cost, but I can get it."
Valerius nodded. "Second, I need an Occamy egg—alive. Its body will help bind the magic to me and stabilize the power flow. The egg must hatch during the ritual, ensuring the creature's natural magic anchors the spell."
Mia smirked. "Occamies aren't easy to find, but I've got a few leads. I'll make sure it's alive and ready to hatch."
Satisfied, Valerius continued, "Lastly, I'll need Felix Felicis, but I can brew that myself. The dragon's heart and Occamy are what matter most."
Mia, ever resourceful, gave a nod of understanding. "Consider it done, Val. I'll be back in a few weeks with everything you need."
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Gathering the Pieces
Mia left immediately, setting out on her mission. Her first stop was Romania, where she negotiated with dragon handlers to procure the heart of an old Hebridean Black dragon, too ancient to mate but still filled with magical potency. It took cunning and considerable funds, but she eventually secured the heart, its core, and the delicate veins Valerius required.
Next, she traveled to Egypt's black markets, where she found the elusive Occamy egg, glowing with potential. Its shimmering shell indicated that it was near hatching, perfect for Valerius's needs. After tense negotiations, she secured the egg and sent word to Valerius that everything was in place.
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The Ritual
As the full moon neared, Valerius stood in the massive ritual chamber of Grindelwald Mansion, where intricate magical symbols lined the floor, carved into the stone with precise detail. He had prepared everything—down to the exact positioning of the magical runes. The ritual was set to be performed under the full moon, a time when magical energies were at their peak.
But for the ritual itself, Valerius had not summoned Mia. This was too delicate, too dangerous. Instead, he had called upon Asher, the loyal house-elf, and Lionel Rosier, a trusted ally with a deep understanding of dark magic, to handle the back work and provide support if things spiraled out of control.
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The Ritual Begins
As the full moon reached its zenith, Valerius stood in the center of the chamber, surrounded by the items Mia had gathered. The dragon's heart throbbed with latent magic, the veins carefully laid out to channel the energy into the circle. In front of him sat the Occamy egg, trembling as it neared hatching.
"Asher," Valerius commanded, "prepare the incantations. Lionel, watch the magical flow. If anything goes wrong, you know what to do."
Lionel nodded, standing at the edge of the circle, his wand at the ready. Asher busied himself with the magical incantations, his small hands expertly tracing the symbols in the air.
Valerius took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the magic already building around him. This was it—the moment that could change everything.
With a flick of his wand, the ritual began. The dragon's heart pulsed with power, sending waves of energy through the veins that connected to the magical circle. The air around them crackled as the power surged, flowing into Valerius's body.
The Occamy egg cracked open, releasing a shrill cry as the small creature inside emerged, its magic fusing with the ritual, stabilizing the chaotic energy.
Valerius gritted his teeth as the surge of magic intensified, his body absorbing more power than he had ever felt before. His veins burned with raw energy, the sensation both exhilarating and agonizing. The room vibrated with the force of the ritual, the very air humming with power.
"Asher, now!" Valerius shouted as the energy reached its peak.
The house-elf raised his hands and completed the incantation, locking the magical flow into place. The magic roared through Valerius, and for a moment, it felt like he might explode from the inside. But then, with a final surge, the power settled within him, becoming part of him.
Valerius opened his eyes, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of the ritual. He could feel it—his magical power had increased, stronger than ever before.
"It's done," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
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Aftermath
Lionel approached cautiously, eyeing the now-docile Occamy that had settled beside the dragon's heart. "It worked," he said, his voice laced with admiration. "You've done it, Valerius."
Asher, though exhausted, managed a small smile. "Master Valerius is more powerful than ever."
Valerius smirked, feeling the raw energy coursing through his veins. "This is only the beginning."
Despite his newfound power, Valerius felt the strain of his father's wand struggling to contain the overwhelming magic coursing through him. Each spell he cast now left the wand shaking, sparks flying wildly in every direction. It was clear: he needed a new wand. A stronger wand.
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A Visit to Ollivanders
Valerius made his way through Diagon Alley, his destination clear. He entered Ollivanders Wand Shop, the air inside thick with the scent of ancient magic and wood shavings. Countless wand boxes lined the shelves, each one waiting for the right wizard to claim it.
From behind a stack of wand boxes, Garrick Ollivander emerged, his pale eyes gleaming with curiosity. As usual, he had a way of studying his customers, though this time Valerius felt his gaze linger just a little too long.
"Ah, Mr. Grindelwald," Ollivander began, stepping closer. "Welcome."
Valerius frowned slightly. "I need a wand, the previous wand trembles at times."
Ollivander's face tightened slightly at the mention of the condition,
"Usually wand's wont tremble, it seems the wand was not chosen for the first time" Ollivander said,
Valerius "Yes, it Is my father's wand, it was compatable before, but now days, it start to vibrate when casting"
Olivander "either the wand must be old or your magic powers are grown"
Valerius "show me new wands"
For the next hour, Valerius tested wand after wand. Some were powerful, others fine-tuned for precision, but none could withstand the magic surging through him. Each one either shattered, sparked uncontrollably, or outright refused to bond.
After the eighth wand disapproved under the pressure of Valerius's magic, Ollivander returned with a serious expression.
"You are a rare case, Mr. Grindelwald. Few wizards require a wand as powerful as what you seem to need. But there is one option left—one I have never offered to anyone before."
Valerius arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."
Ollivander hesitated, as if considering whether it was wise to proceed. "This wand is an experiment, crafted by my grandfather. He deemed it too powerful to be wielded by any ordinary wizard. In fact, he told me himself that no one would ever be able to wield it because of its power output demand. The core combination, and the wood itself, make it the most rigid wand to ever exist, even Albus Dumbeldore, a friend of mine told this wand's require inhuman levels of magic output paths, a dragon kin could be enough to weild it."
Valerius's interest deepened. "Show me."
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The Most Rigid Wand
Ollivander disappeared once more into the back of his shop and returned with a long, sleek wand case. Opening it with care, he revealed a wand that was unlike any Valerius had ever seen.
"Walnut mixed with Blackthorn wood, 15 inches, super rigid," Ollivander explained, his voice low and serious. "The core is a Nundu heartstring, knotted with Thestral tail hair. It's a unique combination—raw power and control over death—but it requires an immense amount of magical energy to wield. My grandfather believed no wizard could ever fully control it."
Valerius stared at the wand. Its dark, polished surface gleamed faintly, exuding an aura of untamed magic.
Ollivander "this wand's have two wood mixed in, meaning it's more like the olden time wands, which is able to duel cast, just like the Yew wand I sold to a terrific boy 63 years ago"
Ollivander thought 'this is exact property excluded by the You-Know-who's wand which have the Yew mixed in with Black Walnut wood'
The air around it seemed to vibrate, as if even being in the presence of such a wand demanded respect.
Ollivander handed it to Valerius with a cautious look. "This wand has been dormant for years, waiting for someone powerful enough to awaken it. But I must warn you, Mr. Grindelwald, the magic it demands is… immense. If you're not careful—"
Before Ollivander could finish, Valerius reached out and took the wand. The moment his fingers touched the Walnut mixed Blackthorn wood, an instant connection formed. A powerful surge of magic rippled through Valerius, but unlike the other wands, this one didn't resist. It accepted him.
The wand vibrated in his hand, but not with instability. It hummed with power, responding perfectly to the raw magic flowing through him.
Ollivander's eyes widened in astonishment. "Impossible," he whispered. "It accepted you."
Valerius felt the immense power coursing through him, the wand drawing upon his magic and amplifying it to levels he had never experienced before. It was as if the wand had been waiting for him all along.
He flicked his wrist, casting a non-verbal spell, and a deep, controlled blue flame burst from the wand's tip—far more powerful and precise than anything he had conjured before. The magic was effortless, the connection flawless.
Ollivander, still stunned, spoke softly. "That wand… It was thought to be too powerful. My grandfather was certain no one could wield it without being consumed by its demands. Be careful with that wand, Mr. Grindelwald. It's a powerful tool—but in the wrong hands, it could be dangerous. Even to its wielder."
Valerius nodded, already feeling the potential of the wand at his fingertips. "I'll master it. This is exactly what I needed."
With the most rigid and powerful wand in existence now firmly in his grasp, Valerius left Ollivanders, confidence coursing through him. This wand was not just a tool—it was a weapon, perfectly suited to amplify his already formidable magic.
When he arrived back at his manor in Westminster, Lionel was waiting, eyeing the sleek blackthorn wand with curiosity.
"Young Master," Lionel said, his voice tinged with both awe and hesitation, "does the wand suit you? Can it handle the… demands of your magic?"
Valerius gave a slight smile. "The wand is a total fit, Lionel. No hesitancy, no resistance—it's ready to follow my command."
Turning to the open space he had prepared in the chamber, Valerius raised his hand. "Celestie!"
A swirl of blue flames burst forth, revealing his Phoenix, who gracefully perched on his outstretched arm. The ethereal bird looked up at him with wise, glowing eyes. "Yes, Master?" Celestie's voice echoed in his mind, soft but powerful.
Valerius gestured to the alchemical shield wall he had constructed in the chamber. "Can you enchant the wall to withstand the full force of my magic?"
Celestie regarded the wall carefully, her eyes gleaming with understanding. She spread her wings, releasing a burst of magical blue flames that engulfed the wall, imbuing it with a protective enchantment before fading away. "The wall is ready, Master," she confirmed.
"Good," Valerius replied, tightening his grip on his wand. He took a step back, raising the blackthorn wand with purpose. "Let's begin."
Valerius pointed the wand at the wall. "Flumen Maximus," he intoned.
A spark of blinding white lightning formed at the wand's tip, crackling with power. Then, with a deafening roar, a beam of supernatural lightning shot out, hitting the shield wall. The enchanted wall absorbed the energy, its surface glowing from the intensity.
Lionel gasped, watching the lightning pour out endlessly, the sheer force shaking the room. "Young Master… the power, it's incredible!"
Valerius smirked, raising his voice above the crackling storm. "Let's test its limits. Celestie, are you ready?"
"Always, Master," Celestie replied, her focus unwavering.
Valerius called out, "Fifty percent!"
The lightning intensified, becoming a flood of searing white light that thundered against the wall. A tremor ran through the shield, but it held. Lionel's eyes widened, and even Celestie, poised as ever, looked slightly tense.
"Astounding…" Lionel murmured, barely able to take his eyes off the spectacle.
Valerius felt the wand resonate in his hand, pushing him further, challenging him to go beyond his limits. "Seventy-five percent!" he shouted.
The wand roared to life, pouring out blinding lightning that shook the entire chamber. The wall trembled, cracks spidering across its surface. Celestie watched, a bead of sweat forming as the strain mounted.
Finally, with a thunderous crack, the wall shattered into a thousand pieces, fragments scattering across the chamber floor. The silence that followed was thick, broken only by the fading hum of residual magic in the air.
Asher, Valerius's loyal house-elf, clapped his hands in admiration, his face alight with pride. "Master Valerius, that was… magnificent!"
Lionel nodded in awe. "Young Master, it seems the wand… it's truly one with you. A fit beyond what even Ollivander could have anticipated."
Valerius lowered his wand, a satisfied smile on his face as he surveyed the room. "This wand is only the beginning," he said, his voice low but resolute. "With it, the wizarding world will see the true power of Valerius Grindelwald."