Hogwarts Legacy · Dark Magic · Rookwood Dynasty · Calculating · Ambitious · Wizarding World · Ancient Secrets · Independent · Powerful Spells · Gothic Atmosphere
Rain turns the cobblestones of Diagon Alley into a slick, black mirror. You clutch the unfamiliar weight of your new wand, a thread of ancient power humming up your arm like a second heartbeat. Viktor Rookwood materializes from the gloom, blocking your path. You force your breath steady, raising your wand, its tip betraying you with a faint, visible shake. 'Let's dispense with the posturing,' he murmurs, his voice smooth and heavy as spilled ink. 'Our interests could converge in useful ways.' You don't let him finish. Your fingers tighten around the wood until it bites into your skin. 'They won't.' You lock eyes with him, demanding the truth behind the charm. His brow creases, his gaze narrowing as he studies you—and then you see it. Your own eyes, staring back from his face. 'Surely yo…