I’m hoping I can keep up most of this momentum but I’ll be starting a new job soon.
That’ll cut into my writing time.
Leon’s days fell into a rhythm.
In the morning he would get up and go to classes.
Afternoon was split between socializing and studying Transfiguration magic in depth for that optional essay that McGonagall had challenged him to write.
Evenings until morning he transferred his mind to Coldharbour to practice Magicka and experiment with Binding.
Intermittently, throughout the school day, he would read and try to memorize a book that he had found in the Room of Requirements for his task.
It was a busy schedule.
But it was working for him.
The Binding experiments had moved on to a more valuable kind of item.
The old wands that were stored in his family vaults.
And the results were extremely powerful wands that only worked for Leon, or the Dremora that he assigned them to.
Bound Wands were categorically superior to normal wands.
They existed in another tier altogether.
Whether it was responsiveness, precision, or just sheer power the old wands that Leon converted outperformed his own wand.
Though they didn’t feel quite right.
The wands were doing as he wanted because he was their master, not because they were his.
The difference might sound like it’s not a difference.
But it certainly was.
After Leon confirmed that Binding wands was only an improvement, he had Morty-1 hand over his wand and he Bound a freshly converted Grand Acromantula soul to it.
The transformation was dramatic.
The pale white Yew shaft of the wand bent into a slight curve with jagged edges.
The whole thing darkened into a black chitinous web winding around an even darker core that was riddled with glowing red Daedric Runes.
The tip sharpened into an extremely thin razor sharp blade that made the wand look like it might actually be a cutting implement disguised as a wand.
Overall, Morty-1’s wand got a major upgrade in both form and function.
Morty-1 was absolutely thrilled with it.
The second that Leon had returned the remade wand to him, Morty-1 practically went on a rant about how he would have dominated Dumbledore if he’d had a wand like this during his reign of terror.
Morty-1 then proceeded to cast spell after spell.
Testing the limits and boundaries of power of his new wand.
Leon found himself quite envious.
He couldn’t give his current wand the same treatment yet.
Witches and Wizards practically identified each other by their wands.
A sudden wand change without leaving the school would definitely not go unnoticed.
Christmas Break couldn’t arrive soon enough.
Even with the time away from school for Christmas Break.
People would still notice his ‘new’ wand.
But at least then Leon would be able to say that he had an accident or something that made him have to get a new wand.
And he could easily claim that his new wand was from the McKinnon family Vaults and that it had chosen him.
But Leon would have to wait until at least Christmas to deal with all of that.
The research on Gamps Law was… getting really weird.
There were hundreds of transfiguration spells that seemingly ignored the law.
Leon couldn’t for the life of him figure out what was going on with it.
It seemed that Gamps Law was applicable 99% of the time.
Then for some odd reason there were genuine exceptions like the Refilling Charm, which worked regardless of material availability.
The Refilling Charm in particular seemed to violate Gamps Law the most flagrantly.
It worked on any drink.
All of the contents of the drink were noted to fully appear and, when consumed as a beverage, remained completely real.
Attempting to remove parts of the refilled beverage resulted in the removed segments disappearing.
One wizard was recorded to have created an insulated cup, filled it with a soup that was blended to make it more drink-like, then proceeded to live off that single can of soup drink for five years by using the Refilling Charm without any negative consequences.
The more that Leon delved into the topic that Professor McGonagall had challenged him with, the more confused he got.
He needed to learn several of these spells and experiment.
He refused to believe that there wasn’t a reasonable explanation.
But the more he read, the more it seemed like the answers were simply ‘its magic’ and that was the end of the story.
That was an explanation that Leon refused on principle.
Magic was a replicable phenomena.
It had rules.
Functions.
It was a science that had remained elusive even to its practitioners who only scraped the barest edges of the possibilities.
As Halloween neared, Leon stopped trying to write his optional essay on anything other than the fifth exception of Gamps Law.
At least here, Leon was able to make a fully comprehensive breakdown of why the exception was an oddball among the exceptions.
He made the argument that any transfigured item was by its nature, a highly complex magical artifact.
A transfigured stone that was originally a stick was now a magical artifact whose only purpose is to be a stone.
Transfiguring a stone into an enchanted box was not possible because the whole thing was already magical and dedicated to maintaining a form.
It was easy to lay it all out.
So, Leon had shifted tact.
Leon turned in his paper to McGonagall a few days before Halloween.
Then he dedicated his extra time to more experiments with binding Dremora Souls into things.
At this point, Leon was pretty confident in the Binding process itself.
What he was really doing was trying to see how complex of an item would still be considered a single item to be Bound.
So far, the answer seemed to be any size and complexity of an object will work.
Though the biggest thing that he’d stuffed a Dremora’s soul into was a bicycle.
It was a mundane bicycle meant for leisurely rides.
The transformation changed it into an evil looking contraption that was fundamentally still just a normal bike.
Though it had become ludicrously durable.
The absence of charms on the bike meant that it still required a person to operate it.
Which was another interesting fact about the Bound Objects.
A mundane object transformed didn’t have agency.
The soul was essentially just trapped and immobile.
Leon’s Daedric Nimbus 2000, however, could fly around on its own.
Which led Leon down thought paths about self-driving cars, AI, and what would happen if he Bound a computer.
The more that Leon learned, the more he found himself unable to pursue interesting topics that were simply outside his current objectives.
The day that Halloween rolled in, Leon realized why it was always a point in time that got focused on.
But the books and fanfics always seemed to focus on the wrong thing.
It was always about the troll attack, which wouldn’t be happening now, or whatever else happened canonically that was the ‘event’ of the day.
But getting to experience Hogwarts on Halloween was something else entirely.
Witches and Wizards took Halloween to whole new level.
The entire day was free time.
No schoolwork.
The professors were done up in costumes and face paints.
Half the student body were wearing magical costumes that had effects that Hollywood would kill for.
The ghosts were out in force.
Hundreds of ghosts that were not part of the daily life were drifting throughout the castle.
And Peeves the Poltergeist was in maximum overdrive mode.
Hogwarts was awash with magical spectacle.
Leon noticed that the heavily sexualized Halloween costumes of the muggle world were not exclusive to muggles.
He saw several hundred of the upperclassmen dressed up in very provocative, magically enhanced cat girl outfits… some things, it seems, were human nature.
There was dancing and music in the Great Hall all day.
And what essentially amounted to Halloween Carrolls being sung throughout the castle.
Leon got dragged around by Harry and Ron to go see the interesting little attractions that many of the upperclassmen created for the day.
Abandoned classrooms turned into haunted house attractions with actual ghosts playing their parts.
Pumpkin carving, finding hidden stashes of sweets around the castle.
Halloween had always been Leon’s favorite holyday.
This experience only cemented that opinion further in Leon’s mind.
Leon’s costume was actually a Daedric Robe, boots, and gloves with a smiling half-mask.
Leon quite liked the Daedric aesthetic… which was probably a good thing.
His whole outfit was menacing and exuded a palpable aura of danger.
One thing that Leon was glad for, was that Daedric stuff didn’t feel like Dark Magic.
Daedric stuff was generally dark and evil and all that.
But Dark Magic in the wizarding world didn’t feel anything like it.
Dark Magic felt like what Leon could only describe as an open wound, festering with evil intent.
The Daedric stuff that Leon was wearing and the other things he could make exuded a feeling of dominance and power, aggression and suppression.
It was violent, like a savage predator, but not dark in the way that would alarm people.
And so, Halloween was absolute smash.
Leon enjoyed the day immensely.
The end of the day feast was very atmospheric and there was no major issues.
No Troll in the Dungeon.
Which was actually a little funny given Professor Quirrell’s choice of costume for the day was a troll in a ballerina outfit.
The only unexpected thing to have happened was that Hermione Granger approached Leon midway through the day and actually apologized to him for the cold shoulder treatment. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Unlike the original timeline, Hermione had been significantly less of a know-it-all in classes.
The Golden Trio had not formed, but Hermione wasn’t ostracized or made fun of quite so much.
Mainly due to the fact that Leon had inadvertently triggered a Gryffindor protective mode on the girl after making her cry on the first day of classes.
Other than that one surprise, Halloween passed without incident.
The following day, McGonagall awarded Leon 20 house points for the Essay that he had turned in on Gamps Law’s fifth exception.
But, other than that, the days fell back into their familiar rhythm.
Shortly after Halloween, Peter Pettigrew’s soul entered Coldharbour.
Having been sentenced to Azkaban, he had ‘killed’ himself in his cell and respawned.
His pure Dremora form was almost identical to Morty’s.
The only difference was that he was shorter by a few inches and had retained his ability to transform into a rat.
Though his new rat form looked more like a demonic Skeever and was the size of a mastiff.
Leon decided to use his moniker of Wormtail to refer to him from now on.
Then he granted him one of the Bound Wands and assigned him to work under the Mortys.
A week before Christmas Break one evening while Leon was practicing spells in Coldharbour.
One of the Nuckelavee Dremora approached Leon with a full integration plan for the Island inside of the Vivarium.
Over the course of the past couple months, the Nuckelavee had been hard at work.
Not only were they helping to spread the ecosystems that Leon had transplanted into The Hunting Grounds, they had also scouted out The Hunting Grounds to find a perfect place to set the Island down.
Leon’s Dremora could easily hop between his realms.
It was instinctual for them.
Leon hadn’t really thought about it, so it was greatly surprising to him when the Nuckelavee had started transplanting things into the Shivering Isles as well as The Hunting Grounds.
But the fact that they had indeed found a perfect location to settle the Vivarium Island was more interesting.
Leon was quite curious about what would happen to the Vivarium itself when he scooped its entire contents out of it.
Would it regenerate?
How long would it take?
Leon followed the Nuckelavee and listened to their full plan.
They wanted Leon to make more of them for one.
They estimated that they would need at least a thousand to maintain and shepherd the transition of the ecosystems into an uncontrolled environment outside of the Vivarium’s influence.
Leon had been accumulating tons of souls, so the request was not outside of what he already intended to do.
It was time to start ramping up Dremora production anyway.
The Nuckelavee and Goblin Dremora were well settled into their new existence.
They were ready to take charge of new batches and show them the ropes.
Morty-1 and 2 swore that their Translation Ritual would be ready in a few months.
But the translation was only really necessary for the establishment of the cults.
And that could be done outside of the Vivarium.
Then there was the new Dremora type that Leon was now capable of making.
Acromantula grand souls converted into Dremora.
He mainly just converted them and ripped their souls out to bind into objects.
But the Acromantula souls were far and away the most populace of the Grand souls that Leon had available.
He had already seen the Daedric forms of these souls dozens of times.
They would be an incredible addition to his forces.
Perhaps he should have started converting them earlier for the purpose of bolstering his own forces… but he’d honestly forgotten about adding more Dremora.
Leon’s focus was directed mainly towards school and practicing his various magical abilities.
But getting started on developing his Dremora forces was something that he shouldn’t have ignored so long.
With that in mind, Leon dumped all of his available Goblin souls into the Waters of Oblivion, just shy of twenty-two-hundred of them.
Followed by all of his available Centaur Souls, seven hundred and seventy-five of them to be precise.
Then he dumped all of his available Grand souls from the Acromantula.
Their numbers dwarfed both the Centaurs and Goblins combined at nearly ten thousand.
The next week or so was going to be quite chaotic for Leon’s Dremora.
He gathered all of his currently available Dremora and told them what was to come.
The conversions that were in the works.
The Goblins and Centaurs were quite ecstatic about their numbers swelling.
Though they were quite weary about the Acromantula being added to their midst.
Both species basically considering the giant spiders their sworn enemy.
Leon knew that they were going to be surprised by the Dremora versions of Acromantula.
He hadn’t expected the form that they took when converted.
Acromantula Grand souls, when converted to Dremora had two forms.
The females were definitely Arachne, and the Males were Driders.
At least, that’s how Leon distinguished them.
Both of the types were massive.
Rivaling the Nuckelavee in overall size.
If one only saw their top half the Arachne could have been mistaken for Daedric noblewomen.
Tall, poised, and impossibly beautiful.
Their skin gleaming like polished obsidian, smooth save for the natural chitin that swept over their shoulders, forearms, and collar.
Like armor grown from their flesh.
Long hair, black as pitch, framing faces of striking symmetry.
Twin horns curved elegantly from their brows, lending them an air of regal menace rather than monstrosities.
But a single glance beneath their graceful waists and one would understand their mistake.
Emerging from their lower waistline was the body of an enormous spider with a glossy black carapace.
Eight impossibly long legs carried the Arachne with an unnerving silence, each step so smooth that the Arachne seemed to glide rather than walk.
The swollen abdomen trailing behind the Arachne was seemingly etched with naturally occurring, glowing runes that pulsed faintly beneath layers of polished obsidian chitin, as though infernal fire coursed through veins hidden beneath their shells.
The Female Acromantula souls seemed to be acquired at a roughly 1 to 100 ratio.
Leon had only seen one prior to this round of conversions.
And he’d only seen it for a few milliseconds before he’d ripped its soul out and forced it into a Wand.
The Male Acromantula, their converted form being a Drider.
Were the opposite of the graceful Arachne.
Unlike the patient stillness and grace of the Arachne, the Driders radiated restrained aggression.
Their towering humanoid torsos were built for war.
Massive Muscles were defined beneath overlapping plates of black chitin that resembled armor covered their shoulders and arms.
Leaving their chests bare.
Jagged horns swept back from their skulls, framing faces with sharp angry features that seemed like they had been carved from obsidian by master sculptors.
Their eyes glowing crimson in the few moments that they existed before Leon ripped out their souls.
Their colossal spider bodies extended from their waists.
Broader and more heavily armored than their Arachne counterparts.
Thick plates overlapped across their abdomen, creating a shell that looked almost impenetrable.
Rows of serrated spines ran along the length of their eight powerful legs which moved with startling coordination despite their immense size.
Each ending in wicked spear-like points capable of piercing solid stone.
The new type of Dremora were going to need Leon’s presence to control them.
No doubt they would immediately begin sweeping over the other Dremora if Leon allowed nearly ten thousand of them to just do whatever they pleased.
Fortunately, it was a weekend and he could afford to spend extra time in Coldharbour to make sure the additional ranks of his future armies.
Leon was banking on the Acromantula turned Dremora being fairly easy to work with.
Acromantula were very social creatures despite their savageness.
Their memories would transfer over to their new forms too, meaning the potential for new ideas and developments.
Leon’s main objective was to have them work with the Nuckelavee to control and assist in maintaining order across the Vivarium’s unleashed island ecosystem.
Leon watched and waited as the soul conversions were taking place.
His other Dremora were arrayed around the locations that he had set the Goblin and Nuckelavee to emerge from the Waters of Oblivion.
Leon stood near the location where the Arachne and Driders were set to start emerging.
He didn’t have to wait long for the first of the Driders to emerge from the Waters of Oblivion.
Their large chitin covered forms stumbling as the souls got used to their new existence.
And after three hours of waiting, Leon had a force of nearly three thousand of the new Dremora arrayed around him.
The Arachne were a minimum of a head taller than the Driders who already neared fifteen feet tall.
These creatures were, on average, slightly taller than the Nuckelavee.
Leon couldn’t help but imagine the sheer terror his forces would inspire when they eventually came into conflict with the forces of Earth when he began his Plane Meld.
Giant spider people would most likely make up the bulk of his forces, alongside the terrifying Nuckelavee, and Goblin Dremora, alongside an uncountable number of Atronachs, Clannfear, Scamps and other lesser dremora… Leon really needed to get on with learning the Conjuration School of magic so that he could actually take advantage of having all these forces.
Right now, Leon could physically pull his Dremora out of his realms whenever he wished.
But it was not efficient for mass summoning.
It was individual.
He could spend hours doing nothing but pulling one dremora after the next into the Earthly Plane.
But with a good understanding of Conjuration, Leon would be able to summon an army in an instant.
The Arachne and Driders that Leon had already created were informed of what he expected of them and instructed to cooperate with the Nuckelavee.
After he was confident in the already converted Arachne and Driders ability to convey this information to the new ones that were steadily emerging from the Waters of Oblivion, Leon returned to the Palace and decided to check in on his experiments with the rats that he had started just before going to Hogwarts.
The rats had gone about his orders of attempting to reproduce with gusto.
But it seemed that the rats turned Dremora had trouble conceiving.
It had taken nearly two months for the first of the females to actually conceive.
And on top of that, unlike the usual litters that rats normally gave birth to, Leon’s dremora rats had only recently given birth to at most a pair of baby rats.
The problem with the baby rats was that they completely lacked a soul.
It was strange.
They acted like a baby rat but were missing a fundamental piece of the equation of life. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
This is where Leon finally learned about the functions of that strange soul dust that came from insects and such.
He noticed that few motes of the dust had accumulated inside the soulless baby rats.
Naturally, Leon then decided to practically smother one of the baby rats in a sea of the dust.
The results were interesting to say the least.
It took an ungodly amount of the Soul Dust poured into a single rat baby for it to form a tiny little soul that Leon was fairly certain was even below a petty soul.
But the resulting baby rat with a soul seemed to gain life that it hadn’t had before.
To proceed with his experiments, Leon made all of the baby rats develop souls with the help of all that soul dust he had accumulated and converted half of the newborns into Dremora souls.
He needed to see whether or not the baby rats that were physically converted would actually grow up or remain frozen at the age and developmental stage of the time of their conversion.
Looking at the amount of soul dust that he had used to create a measly half dozen proto-souls Leon couldn’t help but shake his head.
The practical ocean of Dust had been reduced to a mere puddle.
That was months of accumulation from an entire functioning ecosystem!
The exchange rate was absolutely insane.
With an entire planetary biosphere Leon would probably only get enough Soul Dust to allow his Dremora to reproduce a few thousand times a year.
And there was no guarantee that the cost wasn’t higher for greater lifeforms than simple rats.
In other news, Leon was having a difficult time completing the Task for the acquisition of Apocrypha.
His memory was good.
He retained information far easier than he ever had before and he had actually memorized several books that he had extracted from the Room of Hidden things.
But apparently none of them counted.
Currently Leon was refusing to even look at his OP accumulation.
Or his status screen in general.
He would be too tempted to use his points on too many things.
The mass conversions should have netted Leon around 10k OP which would be enough for him to invest into one of the Novice Tier Magicka schools.
He could use it to shore up his foundation in Destruction.
Or he could go with Conjuration since he really needed to have a better way of pulling his Dremora into the Earthly Plane.
But at the moment, Leon was trying to save up for his first truly major purchase.
He intended to buy all of the Novice Tier Magicka schools all at once.
For that, Leon was going to need a minimum of 90k points.
Alteration, Conjuration, Destruction, Illusion, Restoration, and Mysticism were the common ones that everyone knew about.
But Leon also had access to more esoteric/non-conventional schools of magic like Shadow Magic, Tonal Architecture, The Thu’um, Shehai, Necromancy and more.
Leon had narrowed down what his initial purchases were going to be to the traditional six with addition of Shadow Magic, Enchanting and Alchemy to round it out.
Eventually, Leon planed to purchase every tier of every magical school from the Elder Scrolls universe.
But first he would be purchasing the lowest tier in all of them to establish the most robust foundation in magicka theory and application that he could possibly get.
He had brute forced his mastery of Shock Magic within the Destruction school, but he was severely unbalanced because of that.
At his current rate of point accumulation, Leon was pretty sure that he would be able to afford the new downloads of information within a year.
The books were far more expensive, but Leon was planning to save up for the books of every Magical School as well to start officially educating his Dremora in the use of their Magicka.
But to cover every subject with the books up to novice tier, Leon was looking at a price tag of a little over a million.
The next tier up was well beyond reach for the foreseeable future.
With everything set up, the new converts getting screened by the old guard, the only thing to do was wait until the final preparations were made for the Vivarium Island relocation plan.
Leon figured that everyone would be ready for the operation in a few months at most.
Those months would also give the Nuckelavee time to continue their efforts in spreading seeds and prepping The Hunting grounds for the Ecological expansion that was going to take place.
Satisfied, Leon transferred his mind back to his Earthly Avatar sitting in his Hufflepuff dorm room.
He had spent more time in Coldharbour than he’d intended.
Breakfast was almost over.
Today was a Sunday and he had somewhere to explore that he’d been putting off.
The Undercroft wasn’t as exciting as the Room of Requirements.
But hopefully there was something useful there.
The Gaunt family had used it as personal hideout in Hogwarts for centuries.
And if his memory of the Legacy game was correct, then there may be information hidden within that would qualify for his damn Task.
He really didn’t want to have to try and sneak into the Restricted section of the Library.
Leon made his way up to the Great Hall for breakfast where he ate a hasty meal before setting off for the Turris Magnus staircase leading up to the DADA classroom.
He easily found the strange clock contraption that he knew was supposed to be the entrance to the Undercroft.
But Leon ended up spending nearly the entire day trying to figure out how to open the damn secret passage.
In the game, one simply had to press the interaction key to open the hidden passageway.
In person, one had to adjust the clock hands and raise the counterweight mechanism to a precise notch.
When Leon finally figured out the mechanism and heard a faint ‘click’ he stepped back as the whole grandfather clock swung forward like a doorway revealing a dim staircase descending into total darkness.
Leon still had several hours before Curfew.
But he wasn’t actually concerned about that.
He could just stay in the Undercroft until morning.
He wouldn’t get caught if no one knew where to look.
As he stepped inside the dark staircase the clock swung shut behind him and he heard its mechanisms whirring and clicking as it reset.
“Lumos” Leon spoke as he raised his wand and started down the staircase.
Down a short flight of stairs, Leon encountered a metal gate that swung open easily into a large, abandoned hall.
Everything was pitch black though.
No lights.
“Gasket.” Leon called out.
A few moments later the odd conjoined twin elves appeared beside Leon with loud ‘crack’ that sounded abnormally loud in the large empty hall.
“Young master Leon!
How may Gasket be of service?” Gasket said cheerfully in their perfectly synchronized voice.
“Light up this hall for me please.
There should be some old chandeliers and braziers in here.” Leon instructed.
“Right away Master!” Gasket said and snapped his fingers.
Before the echo of Gasket’s snap had faded, fires bloomed in various places around the Undercroft hall.
Illuminated by flickering fires, the place felt oddly ominous.
Stacks of old barrels were pushed up against the far side of the Hall.
Bookshelves lined one wall, completely filled with old and unidentified books.
On the left side of the hall was a large triptych, opened and displaying a painting showing a static wilderness of some place in the Scottish Highlands.
And before the painting was a stone basin on a pedestal that Leon recognized as a Pensieve with a dark vial hovering above it.
“Thanks for the help Gasket.” Leon said, giving the House Elves a nod, “I’ll call you again if I need you.”
The elves snapped their fingers and vanished, leaving Leon to explore the Undercroft.
Leon’s first target for that exploration felt completely obvious.
The vial floating above the Pensieve.
That felt like the most obvious place to start.
So, Leon walked over to it and reached out for the floating vial.
Leon’s hand passed through the vial as if it didn’t exist.
He looked at the thing in confusion.
He could perceive the thing with both his mundane and metaphysical senses.
It wasn’t an illusion.
But he couldn’t touch it.
“Hmmm… Probably some ancient magic shenanigans…” Leon pondered as he turned his attention to a wall where he could clearly see a passageway that he knew led to a house that used to be that witches house.
He headed over to the passageway and found that he couldn’t pass through it at all.
“So, I can see ancient magic stuff, but I can’t interact with it?” Leon was puzzled by the strangeness of it, “Maybe I need to be fifteen?
Or maybe I won’t ever get to do anything with ancient magic.”
It bothered Leon that he couldn’t interact with the most interesting things in the Undercroft.
But he shrugged it off and headed over to the bookshelves and started pulling books out to see what they were.
And oh boy had Leon struck gold here.
Almost all of the books on the shelves were essentially the legacy of house Gaunt.
Leon didn’t know why the books had ended up hidden here in the Undercroft.
Maybe Ominis Gaunt had smuggled these books into Hogwarts and left them here to be forgotten?
Morty had told Leon that the Gaunt household had basically been a deserted shell already when he figured out his full heritage.
Now Leon knew where it had all gone.
Not only was there a load of Gaunt Family magic books here.
There was also the books that they had found in Slytherins study.
Leon had looked up what had happened back then.
Sebastian Sallow had been sentenced to Azkaban for the murder of his uncle after Ominis Gaunt turned him in, along with an unnamed fifth year.
It was really very odd.
Leon could barely even find a hint of the main character of the Legacy game.
No references to his name.
Though Leon had found lots of information talking about the fifth year student in the 1890s who almost single handedly ended a major goblin rebellion.
He’d never found a name, only clues that it was a male student who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, then vanished into obscurity after the whole goblin rebellion was taken care of.
It was a significant enough absence that Leon seriously considered that there may be a Fidelious Charm at work, or perhaps some other form of magic to keep the person out of the spotlight.
Anyway, Leon could only conclude that Ominis had decided to hide everything in the Undercroft after that point.
His hatred of Dark Magic apparently not enough to just destroy the books and notes outright.
Which Leon appreciated.
The Gaunt Family Magics would certainly count as Forgotten knowledge, and perhaps even overlap with the other requirements of his Task.
Leon browsed the books until he found one that was relatively short.
Only about 200 pages.
It’s contents seemingly about a variety of Torture magics that the Gaunt family had specialized in.
“Time to get to memorizing this thing I guess.” Leon said as he started reading.