Dumblemdore Family: Wizarding Witch World

Today marked the beginning of Alvo's first lecture on the primordial laws, a monumental event tailored for the Autarchs of both planes. He extended the invitation to their families as well, though with strict terms: only the Autarchs were permitted to ask questions or speak. Family members could attend but were required to remain silent observers.

The preparations for this grand occasion were extensive. The event was set to be witnessed by thousands, including the 20,000 Autarchs from each race. When combined with their families, the audience swelled to an extraordinary 150,000 attendees.

Alvo had deliberately chosen not to impose restrictions based on age or spiritual cultivation. His philosophy was clear: the earlier one began to comprehend the primordial laws, the better. The Autarchs unanimously supported this inclusive approach, acknowledging its potential to cultivate profound understanding across generations.

The stage was set, the atmosphere charged with anticipation as Alvo prepared to address a gathering the likes of which the realms had rarely seen.

After everyone had settled into their places, only Alvo's arrival was awaited. Jennifer, meanwhile, was in the Dumbledore family's private box, teaching little Pina some advanced techniques.

When Alvo finally appeared, he made his way to the center stage. The area was grandly designed, featuring a luxurious cushioned seat, refreshing drinks neatly arranged around him, and a soft towel within reach. The setting exuded opulence, and Alvo acknowledged the efforts with a small nod of approval.

As he took a moment to assess the scene, his mind lingered on the broader implications of this event. This will undoubtedly attract the attention of other planes, he thought. While the Autarchs' security was not a concern, his gaze shifted to the family members seated in their designated boxes. Their safety weighed heavily on his mind.

With a decisive gesture, Alvo raised his hand. A massive, circular wave of energy expanded outward, covering a radius of 500 kilometers around the venue. From this wave emerged a breathtaking shield composed of primordial laws. It shimmered with a kaleidoscope of energies—one moment a sharp, silvery hue of the Sword Law, the next a radiant glow of Light, followed by golden brilliance, then a soft, ethereal pink. Each wave displayed a different aspect of the laws, blending into a mesmerizing symphony of power.

Satisfied with the barrier's strength, Alvo settled into his seat. His composure radiated calm authority as he waited for the signal to begin the historic lecture.

When Alvo saw the signal, he rose gracefully, nodded to the audience, and began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for this occasion, I will need the strongest Wizard and the strongest Titan among us to come to the stage."

From the wizarding side, Hybrym stepped forward, his aura of power commanding respect. From the titanic ranks, Morcorau, the Titan Autarch of Illusion, joined him, exuding confidence. With a slight bow to both, Alvo turned to the crowd.

"To understand the Primordial Laws, we first need to draw a clear line to measure how far along the path each of you is."

With a wave of his hand, Alvo transfigured a massive, glowing stopwatch and several intricate containers onto the stage. These were fitted with conduits and slots to house and channel energy.

"Autarchs," he said, addressing Hybrym and Morcorau, "please channel your understanding of your respective laws into these containers. Let them revolve and stabilize."

Hybrym summoned a shimmering, spatially distorted orb that radiated the essence of the Law of Space, placing it in one container. Morcorau followed suit, conjuring a rich, violet sphere of Illusion Law into another. Alvo himself stepped forward, depositing two radiant globes: one embodying the Primordial Law of Light, the other the Primordial Law of Waves. As he activated the stopwatch, Alvo turned back to the audience.

"We'll leave these here for now. Next, Autarchs, please create avatars of your respective laws."

Hybrym's law materialized into a sleek, silver entity that seemed to flicker in and out of existence. Morcorau's took the form of a shadowy, translucent figure. Alvo brought forth avatars of Light and Waves, each glowing with profound energy.

"Now," Alvo said, "have your avatars attack my Primordial Law of Light."

Hybrym and Morcorau issued commands to their avatars, expecting a dazzling collision of power. Instead, the avatars faltered, confused. Hybrym spoke, his voice laced with disbelief. "Young master, our avatars cannot even see your avatars."

Alvo nodded. "This, my friends, is the difference of dimensions. For the Primordial Laws to operate, they exist in the 11th dimension. Your advanced laws, however, are operating in the 7th dimension. This is our starting point. You may now wonder—how do we ascend?"

Alvo gestured again, conjuring a towering structure with eleven distinct chambers, each representing a different dimension from the 1st to the 11th. "This," he said, "will serve as your training ground. As your comprehension grows, you may test whether your avatars can perceive the dimensions you aim to reach. The closer you approach, the nearer you will be to Primordial Laws."

He continued, "To better your understanding of your laws, let me share some advice. Use them in everything—in daily life, even in the mundane. The shield outside, for instance, is a form of my own training. Since you cannot see the 11th dimension, allow me to share my perspective."

With another gesture, a massive screen of light appeared, displaying the shield surrounding the venue. The audience gasped. Outside, thousands of energetic phenomena battered against the barrier. Among them were small, humanoid spirits no larger than a finger, wandering the landscape with curiosity.

"These are spirits of the 11th dimension," Alvo explained. "They live, are born, and die as we do. However, their existence is so elevated that they only notice us if they choose to focus."

To demonstrate, Alvo greeted a small, green spirit. The spirit paused, turned to Alvo, and spoke with a serene voice. "Greetings, young one. May your path be long and prosperous." With that, it drifted away like a breeze.

Alvo smiled and addressed the stunned crowd. "As you can see, our existence barely registers to them. This concept applies to laws as well."

After ten hours of the lecture, Alvo glanced at the stopwatch. The laws deposited by Hybrym and Morcorau were visibly weakening, their energies dimming.

"As you've observed," Alvo said, "advanced and common laws dissipate over time without direct commands. In contrast, Primordial Laws are eternal. Without my explicit consent, the commands I place on them cannot extinguish."

He gestured toward the weakening laws. "This is the lifespan of a condensed law without a mandate. Compare it to the Primordial Laws, which persist indefinitely."

Internal Reflections

Branzour, the Autarch of the Greengoile Family (Wizard): Hybrym marveled at the complexity of Alvo's teachings. So the gap is not just in power but in dimensional reach. I must rethink my approach entirely. Perhaps I should spend more time integrating my Law of nature into everyday life, as the young master suggested. If I immerse myself in its essence, I may find a way to ascend beyond these dimensions.

Morcorau, the Autarch of the Grangale Family (Titan): Morcorau nodded solemnly, already forming strategies in his mind. Alvo's example was illuminating, but each of us must carve our own path. My Illusion Law needs refinement. If I can craft avatars capable of perceiving the 11th dimension, my family's legacy will rise to heights we've never seen.

Elder Virka of the Rontil Clan (Wizard): Virka furrowed his brow, contemplating Alvo's advice. Training ground dimensions… this could revolutionize how we pass knowledge to younger generations. I'll propose constructing similar arenas on our home plane.

Autarch Glorund of the Maelvor Lineage (Titan): Glorund clenched his fists, inspired. Using laws in everyday life, even trivial moments, is ingenious. I'll instruct my descendants to incorporate this practice immediately. Our understanding of the Law of Strength must deepen.

After responding to a flurry of questions from the Autarchs, Alvo produced thousands of luminous tokens and distributed them. "These tokens grant passage through the Wave Shield outside. I know your families are eager to explore, but remember—this space is for Autarchs. Please draft a testament to ensure this resource is used wisely. A spirit will oversee compliance."

Alvo concluded, "In our next gathering, we'll assess rank progress. For private matters, we can arrange one-on-one discussions before the public session. Until then, may your training be fruitful and your understanding ever-deepening."

With that, Alvo retreated, his serene demeanor radiating quiet confidence as the Autarchs pondered the monumental task of reaching the heights he had shown them.

Alvo chose not to return to the Wizarding Realm. Instead, he created an altar in the midst of the void and summoned Henry to join him. Neither of them had forgotten the looming threat of the Demonic Plane, a matter that would inevitably require their attention. However, Alvo had discovered something extraordinary—access to the spiritual energy of the 11th dimension. This energy could significantly accelerate their spiritual cultivation, offering an advantage unlike any other.

Sitting together in serene concentration, Alvo and Henry began to cultivate. The flow of time in this space was drastically altered under Alvo's control. Here, one second of cultivation equated to fifty years in the outside world. Alvo had previously shared this method with Jennifer and his family, allowing them to advance rapidly. But today, he wanted to test a new theory: whether Henry's Primordial Laws could further enhance this process.

After careful deliberation, Henry unleashed his domain in the form of Yin, while Alvo counterbalanced it with his Yang domain. The fusion of their energies was instantaneous and overwhelming. Spiritual energy cascaded over them like an unending ocean, saturating their beings with power.

As they cultivated, their levels skyrocketed.

Wizard Level 5.Wizard Level 6.Wizard Level 7.Wizard Level 8.Wizard Level 9.Wizard Level 10.

In just ten hours, they had completed what would have otherwise taken centuries.

Afterward, as the energy settled, Alvo delved into deep thought, analyzing the potential of the 11th dimension. Surely, there must be worlds within this dimension akin to our Wizarding Realm, worlds engaged in wars and struggles of their own.

He pondered aloud, "Why limit ourselves to the humble cultivation of this dimension? A solid foundation is essential, yes, but with two Primordial Laws at my disposal, the scope of possibilities has vastly expanded."

Henry, reflecting on the same idea, nodded in agreement. "The beings we've faced so far have been manageable, mere exercises in power compared to the greater challenge—the planar existences with their own vast wills. If we are to reach the pinnacle, our next battlefield lies beyond this cosmoverse."

Both Alvo and Henry understood the implications. Mastery over this cosmoversal plane was no longer the ultimate goal. Their sights were set on the 11th dimension, the realm of the most majestic and incomprehensible beings. It was here, in this elevated state, that they would find their true challenge—and perhaps their destiny.

At this moment, Alvo and Henry were no longer bound to any specific duty or obligation. However, being men of their word, they remained committed to fulfilling an agreement they had made. With a single motion, they teleported to the planar core, gazing affectionately at both the Wizarding Plane and the Titan Plane.

Alvo spoke with measured authority, "Everything is ready. The moment you create the new plane, we will seal its outer entrance. We'll establish the Yin-Yang Formation here, allowing both planes to transcend to the 11th dimension, merging into one unified entity. But please," he cautioned, "proceed with care. There are beings out there beyond even our imagination."

Both planes acknowledged his words with solemn nods and began the process. Soon, a nascent plane was born, carrying within it the potential for an infinite legacy. This plane would serve a singular purpose: to recruit extraordinary beings capable of ascending to the 11th dimension.

After ensuring all defenses and safeguards were firmly in place, Alvo and Henry withdrew to attend to their own endeavors. Moments later, a colossal screen of light materialized over the Titan Plane and the Wizarding Plane.

The screen displayed an image of an entirely azure plane—its significance unmistakable to some, though unfamiliar to others. It was the Primary Demonic Plane, an ominous realm many had only heard of in myth and legend. Beside this image, a countdown began, stark and foreboding: 5 days remaining.

The message was clear, and the air grew heavy with anticipation. Those who recognized the plane understood the weight of what was to come. The time for preparation was short, and the challenges ahead would demand nothing less than absolute resolve.

Five days later, the Titan and Witch races stood together, observing two young men. One had black hair, a lean build with defined muscles, a sharp face, and an aura of nobility and temperance. Beside him stood a blond young man with similar features. Their gaze was fixed downward.

Suddenly, a blue entity rose from the Demonic Plane. It was about to speak, but Alvo interrupted it. "Words are unnecessary," he declared.

With a wave of Alvo's hand, the Demonic Plane was split in two. In the next instant, Henry raised his hand, and the planar core was captured.

Alvo's voice echoed with unwavering authority:

"From this day forward, you shall serve as sustenance for the Witch and Titan worlds. From this moment on, as long as demons or their descendants exist, let the laws consume them and channel their energy to nourish the Witch and Titan planes, until nothing remains."

It was then Henry's turn to speak. His voice, carrying throughout the universe, declared with authority:

"The Demonic Plane disrespected us, and we sought our vengeance. Now, I offer you choices. To all dark planes, open your planar cores to the will of the Witch and Titan worlds, or perish."

Whispers spread across the universe. The lesser planes, witnessing the situation, quickly surrendered and accepted servitude without resistance. However, some of the greater planes, such as the Abyssal Plane and the Infernal Plane, hesitated, weighing their options.

Alvo then spoke with finality:

"Time is up."

In the end, a total of 200 planes submitted themselves as slaves to the Witch and Titan worlds. They would be governed according to the Autarchs and their decrees. For the remaining defiant planes, Alvo addressed them one by one.

Once finished, he turned to Henry and nodded. With a single wave of Henry's hand, an unstoppable force swept across the universe, erasing all remnants of resentment against the Witch and Titan worlds.

Henry's mastery over the Law of Life made it simple: he decided who lived and who perished.

Alvo then addressed the gathered planes with a solemn exhortation:

"For those who remain aligned with the path of order and light, stay steadfast. Cultivate peace and avoid unnecessary wars. The future is unpredictable—proceed with caution."

After the grand performance that Alvo and Henry delivered, whispers filled the air, traveling from one corner to another. People speculated about the kind of power the wizards had achieved—had they reached Level 10 beings? Was that even possible?

None of this mattered to Alvo and Henry at the moment. One was relaxing, while the other was focusing on his family. Henry had decided it was time to tend to his loved ones, resolving to assist them with any requests they might have, no matter how big or small.

Alvo, on the other hand, was seated on a comet gliding at an exceptionally slow pace, orbiting the magical realm. Beside him was his lively little witch, Jennifer, chattering away with boundless enthusiasm, sharing a thousand and one stories. Wanting to lighten the mood with a joke, Alvo said, "Imagine what it must be like in the 11th dimension. Do you think it'll be like our world now, just... higher and more exalted?"

Jennifer suddenly stopped and replied, "No matter what, the first thing we'll need to do is shop in malls and then do this and that!"

Alvo sighed, sensing something amiss. He couldn't help but muse that women, at times, were like waves—emotions ebbing and flowing, always bringing something new.

"The next class on primordial laws is coming up soon. I truly hope our dear Autarchs reach Level 10, so our ascension to the 11th dimension can be smooth," Alvo said with a sigh.