It seems upon my arrival here; my luck has taken a turn for the better. In the trunk, I discovered the Dragonhorn. Known in High Valyrian as "Dragonbinder," this mystical and powerful artifact is linked to the ancient Valyrians. From what I understand, it possesses the ability to bind and control dragons, a power that was greatly desired by families of lower status.
The use of the dragonhorn was not much because certain families had rituals to counteract its effects. However, those families are now extinct, and the surviving ones have no defense against it. Nonetheless, a strong bond between a dragon and its rider could negate the horn's influence. Otherwise, other families would never have been able to keep dragons at all.
Even so, it could be useful to me because from here I might glean clues on how the Valyrians tamed dragons. In the Drakonar family library, there was no record of how our ancestors learned to tame dragons. This knowledge will be for my future self. As I gaze upon the Dragon horn, I see a large, ancient horn adorned with Valyrian glyphs. It is encircled with bands of red gold and black steel, which give it a striking appearance. I close the lid of the trunk and begin to leave the room. The trunk feels surprisingly light for its size, thanks to the Valyrian steel.
Upon arrival at my destination, I entered my room and the first thing that caught my eye was a wooden stick resembling a wand, along with a letter on my bed—neither of which I recall owning. The wand boasts a slender and elegant design, with a smooth, tapered shape, seemingly made from a dark wood. Its handle is adorned with subtle, spiral grooves that enhance grip and add an element of intricate detail.
The letter appears to be a message from ROB, reading "Hello Daeranyx, it seems you forgot to wish about this. However, since you did not request overpowering wishes, I have decided to bestow this upon you. The essence of the blank has already been integrated into your body." His generosity is evident. After setting the letter aside, I grasp the wand in my hand, and it releases a burst of fire. This fire transforms into a miniature Anarion, roaring as it flies through the air, executing various maneuvers. It begins to fade after a minute. Simultaneously, I speak the word "Lumos" clearly, and a faint light starts to flicker at the tip of the wand. With one more attempt, the light brightens, signifying that I have learned my first spell.
As I began to cast the spells I knew from the HP world, I noticed that the more spells I performed, the easier it became to cast them, although their effects faded quickly. It's just my perception. After several attempts, I understood why it was becoming easier: my body is adapting to the magic I'm performing, and with The Blank's help, my progress is slightly faster. Having cast a few more basic spells and getting accustomed to the sensation of wielding magic, I contemplated how to transport all my belongings and valuables without my hands being burdened by trunks. An Extension Charm would be suitable here, but I must test how long its effect lasts. If it runs out of magic or power, I'm aware it will begin to expel its contents like a fountain spewing water.
I retrieved the dragon hide pouch my parents had given me. Upon opening it, I discovered Gold Dragons and some Silver Flames, the currency of Valyria. I placed the pouch on the bed and, taking aim, began to practice the spell. "Capacious extremis" the incantation for the extension charm, was repeated several times, but to no avail; nothing seemed to change. In search of specific information about the extension charm, memories of wand movements and the precise pronunciation of the incantation began to surface in my mind. It seems that instead of inheriting the complete knowledge and memories of two wizards, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, I received a search engine-like ability to access the information I need from their memories. This is likely for the best, as the full extent of their memories would have been overwhelming for me to manage.
After repeatedly practicing the same extension charm, the combined expertise of the greatest wizards of their era helped me understand and correct the mistakes I was making. With the incantation "Capacious extremis," a blue light was emitted, directed at the pouch. When I lifted the pouch again, it was light, and the Gold Dragons were absent. As I reached into the pouch, it felt as though I was phasing through an invisible barrier, and with a mere intent for Gold Dragons, I began to feel them in my hand. I waited for the charm to fade, but when nothing happened, I decided to try a different approach.
After practicing the same charm repeatedly on various pouches, tables, and trunks in my room, I began to cast it with increased power. Having gained some proficiency with this charm, I decided to try it on the Valyrian trunk in my father's solar. As light emanated from my wand, I channeled as much magic into it as possible. I believe that's the best I can do, and now I'll leave the rest to fate. Feeling the pangs of hunger, I realize it's time to leave the castle for some food.
I began to place all my clothes into the trunk I found in my room. As I pondered more about the extension spell, I realized I hadn't achieved much with it. In the world of Harry Potter, they could enchant their trunks to such an extent that they contained rooms within them. Newt Scamander's trunk could even house living creatures as large as Anarion or larger. Admittedly, I haven't practiced much, which is to be expected. I'm considering where to go to practice and gain enough mastery over it to be useful in combat.
After finishing packing my luggage, I took two trunks in hand and a pouch at my waist and started walking towards the vault. My steps halted as I reached the vault and opened it. I began placing copper, silver, and gold coins into the pouch. Items made of Valyrian steel went into the trunk holding my clothes. Last but not least, the dragon eggs. For now, I placed them in the Valyrian trunk. Once I reached a safe place, I planned to take them out, but then I thought, why not place them in this incubator? After doing so, I closed the trunk's lid.
As I approached Anarion, he began to stir from his slumber and soon became fully awake. He lowered himself so I could secure two trunks beside his saddle, which is always attached to him. I then began to fasten myself with the straps provided for the rider's safety. Once secured, I commanded Anarion to lead us out of the cave. We traversed through my family's dragon den and emerged into the open. Smoke and ash filled the air, obscuring everything within a hundred feet of my position.
I don't want to see more skeleton and smoke. I commanded Anarion "sōvagon, Anarion".
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