Into The Multiverse

Chapter 12 - Potions and the Midnight Duel

(Dream)

Female Mage: I'm going to say this again: Your journey has not ended. It can't end. For her sake as well. 

She looks at a blond-haired man wearing armor.

Female Mage: What did you feel from her? Light? Radiance? Affection? Or all of them? They might all end up in a whirlpool of gluttony. If you don't continue your journey, that is.

He looks at her shocked.

Blond Man: Merlin, wait! Explain yourself! I've been wondering about this for a while, but you're too cryptic. 

Merlin?: What the heck? That's mean, Oh well. Come on, hurry up and get going! 

She says as the world slowly fades.

Merlin?: You'll get to meet me face-to-face next time! This time, too bad! My king, the last Pendragon! May your new journey be blessed! We shall meet again! 

The world completely fades.

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Location: Gryffindor Tower
(Damien's POV)

I open my eyes as I sat on my bed.

Damien: ... Merlin, huh? ... *chuckle* Didn't expect her to be a pretty Onee-san, that's for sure. 

I check the clock to see what time it is. It was currently 4 in the morning. I got up, freshened myself, and grabbed the bag that I prepared yesterday night.

My bag has supplies that will last me the day. It has my wand, extra clothes, a water bottle, books for today's lessons, papers, pens not a fan of quills, and additional empty books for writing notes.

I slung the bag on my shoulder as I walked out of the Tower.

(Timeskip)

I explored Hogwarts to find the kitchen. There were many stairways, some leading to weird rooms, while some leading to walls painted as doors. After an hour of searching, I reached the entrance of the kitchen, which was a painting of a bowl of fruit. Remembering what to do, I tickled the pear on the painting. It giggled and turned into a large green door handle. I pulled it open to reveal a large kitchen filled with house-elves.

House-elves were everywhere, prepping for breakfast. I walked in as one of the house-elves noticed me. It walked towards me and asked me.

House-Elf: Hello, sir. If I may ask, what are you doing here?

Damien: I would like to know if I can borrow a part of the kitchen to cook breakfast for my friends.

House-Elf: But sir, you can just request what type of food you want and we'll cook it. There is no need for you to cook it yourself.

Damien: ... I'm sorry to say his, but last night, the steak was almost overcooked, the bacon too greasy, the eggs completely overcooked. I'm not risking my friend and I's diet.

The house-elves heard this and immediately start to pile up before kneeling, their heads on the concrete floor.

House-Elf: W-We're so sorry, sir! How can we repay you for this?!

Damien: Just let me borrow the kitchen to cook meals for my friends and me. That's all I ask for.

House-Elf: I-If that is alright with you, then yes, you may use the kitchen.

Damien: Perfect. 

The time right now is 5.30 a.m. Breakfast starts at 7.30 a.m. Prep will take 30 minutes and cooking itself will take an hour, give or take. Perfect. Time to get cooking.