Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

Since Alaric decided to introduce transmutation magic in Dalaran, he knew that its existence would eventually attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

The fundamental principles of this magic differ significantly from all existing schools of arcane magic, which is why it has been unanimously recognized by mages as a potential new school of magic.

However, only those who understand it can discern its true anomalies.

Alaric was well-prepared for this—rather, it was one of the reasons he chose to share his magic with others.

At present, he lacked the ability to search the world for the people he wanted to find; the power he wielded was insufficient to support such a resource-intensive endeavor. 

However, while he could not seek people out, he could make it possible for them to come to him.

What he did not expect, though, was for the person he was searching for to arrive so quickly.

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After another day of studying, Alaric dragged his weary body out of the library in the Violet Castle and headed towards his room.

Even though he, as a newly titled Archmage, had the right to establish his own tower in Dalaran, he did not plan to create his own territory just yet, given his current stage of learning.

With Alaric's talent, mastering the magic of this world should not be too difficult. 

However, magic is not merely a discipline of chanting spells; in terms of complexity, the magical system can rival that of scientific systems. 

A true mage must delve into various subjects beyond magic itself, such as semiotics, botany, mineralogy, geometry, linguistics, and energy studies. 

Depending on their specialized magic and school of thought, they may also need to engage in anatomy, astronomy, geography, history, literature, and more.

In fact, while learning the magic of this world, Alaric devoted a significant amount of time to other academic disciplines as well. 

As a mage, he could not afford to be careless, and the "foresight" he had from Earth regarding the plots of this world could not aid him in this respect.

To accelerate his learning, Alaric not only pushed his potential to the limit but also maximized the use of "Ravenclaw's Diadem" to overclock his thinking.

This allowed him to progress rapidly in his studies but also drained his energy, forcing him to revert to a more ordinary routine.

—Indeed, there is a reason why mages in this world prefer to use manipulation magic in combat; it must be closely related to their connection with the elemental planes...

As he reflected on the day's gains, Alaric slowly loosened his clothing and sank his fatigued body into the bathtub.

The warm water, infused with some fragrant aroma, nourished his tired form from a long day. The subtle magical energy in the water replenished his spent vitality, leaving him feeling somewhat refreshed.

This could be considered a benefit offered by the Violet Castle to an Archmage like him. 

"I would love to try bathing in the Sunwell or the Well of Eternity; that must be wonderful."

With such thoughts, Alaric lay back in the tub, gradually slipping into slumber.

Though Orianna was not there to provide meticulous care, the bathtub's built-in warming magic ensured he would not be submerged in cold water.

As Alaric drifted into deep sleep, he suddenly felt an inexplicable summons to his consciousness.

That call felt incredibly familiar, so he released his subconscious resistance.

Immediately, he sensed himself being drawn into a world where anything was possible.

At that moment, Alaric saw a glimmer of light.

—Do you feel the Song of Stones, the Dance of Winds, and the Rush of Waters?

A gentle and ethereal female voice slowly spoke.

At first, Alaric felt nothing. Gradually, he heard the sound of the earth softly grinding, followed by the sound of rocks traveling from one end of the world to the other.

Soon, other sounds began to become apparent. Every part of nature had its unique voice. 

Clouds would twirl joyfully when they were happy, while they would do the opposite when feeling low; trees swayed their crowns; when river fish spawned, the angry river water would let out a low laugh.

However, he sensed some discordant sounds in the distance.

He strained to listen but could not make them out.

—Let your subconscious take control; it will guide you to my world.

The female voice continued.

Alaric complied with the request and relinquished his final control.

Thus, he overcame the last barrier. He felt as if he were shedding a layer of skin like a snake.

The surrounding world changed.

Everything was shrouded in mist, hazy and indistinct. Endless images intertwined, yet he could distinguish them all with focus.

He heard whispers; these were the voices from the hearts of sleepers. 

He recognized the voice of the librarian, still busy organizing books in the dream; he also heard the voice of a female mage apprentice from the last row in class, who had fallen asleep in the laboratory.

He even heard Antonidas's voice, although the Archmage was controlling his consciousness well and revealed nothing particularly significant...

As Alaric moved forward, the world turned into a gem-like green and grew increasingly blurred, while the whispers became clearer.

—This is my world, the Emerald Dream.

The ethereal female voice grew clearer.

In the Emerald Dream, he saw the Violet Castle, the entire Dalaran, and the Lake Lordanmir surrounding Dalaran...

However, while he could see the lush greenery, he could find no signs of life, neither humans nor elves.

He understood that this world was a backup created by the Titans for Azeroth, and only by mastering the method could one wander in this world.

—You have finally arrived.

The source of the female voice drew closer.

—We... have waited a long time for you. We finally see you again, Father.

Alaric turned around and discovered the source of the voice.

Before him was a massive dragon, nearly a hundred meters long.

Despite its colossal size, this dragon had an unexpectedly slender and graceful form; its scales were a vibrant green, akin to emeralds.

A thin mist enveloped her body, but it was still evident that her eyes were always closed, even when she spoke.

Seeing this familiar emerald dragon stirred Alaric's emotions.

"Long time no see, Ysera."

He flew atop the dragon's head, gently stroking her smooth scales.

"...Father."

The green light shimmered as the enormous green dragon quickly shrank down, ultimately transforming into the image of an elegant and dignified night elf with dragon horns adorning her head.

This was her humanoid form.

Then, she eagerly rushed toward Alaric and embraced him tightly.

"Father, we... we miss you so much."

Tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Alaric felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

Talonixa, Alexstrasza, and Ysera were raised by him and Daenerys together.

To them, he and Daenerys were their parents, and their bond could not be described as anything less than intimate.

They spent five years together in the Game of Thrones world, a period that could be considered the happiest childhood for them.

However, when they turned five, Alaric brought them into the world of Warcraft, and from that moment, they had their own missions—to build prestige among the dragon aspects and become leaders.

Due to their respective tasks, they had to spend less time with Alaric from then on.

Later, they became the Dragon Guardians, gaining unimaginable power while transcending their beings, possessing lifespans far exceeding that of dragons from the Game of Thrones world.

The price was their separation from Alaric.

It would be tens of thousands of years before they could meet again when Alaric returned to Azeroth.

Perhaps, dragons at various stages of their lives and humans share similarities; their perception of time differs significantly from that of humans. 

Yet, even so, the separation of these dragon daughters from their parents over tens of thousands of years was undoubtedly a torment for them.

At this moment, Alaric deeply realized his current weakness and helplessness—if he were strong enough to stand alongside the Titans, then perhaps these three little dragonesses would not have to endure the pain of longing.

With such thoughts, he hugged Ysera even tighter.

Suddenly, he keenly sensed something unusual about the girl in his embrace.

Her body temperature rose slightly, and her purple skin flushed with a hint of red.

Then, he was tackled down.

"Y... Ysera?"

"Some things... I should have done millions of years ago... I've held them back for countless millennia, and now I can finally fulfill them!"

Among the three sisters, Ysera was the gentlest, most healing, and the most patient. It was rare to see her acting so eagerly.

But now, she fully displayed her side as the Dragon Queen, actively initiating a battle with Alaric. 

"In this regard, I am the first among us!"

With that, the female night elf clumsily executed the move she had rehearsed in her mind for hundreds of thousands of years, one she had longed for for equally long.

Alaric had initially thought about resisting, but the girl's seductive body and expectant gaze ultimately rendered his struggles futile.

"Fine, let this be a compensation for your waiting all these years."

With this thought, the Dragon Slayer bravely thrust his spear at the dragon.

The battle commenced.

Though the eager dragon initiated the attack, she had no battle experience since birth. 

While she leveraged her physical advantage, she found little success against the Dragon Slayer's defenses.

Quickly, even though the dragon held the advantage of height, the rhythm of the battle gradually fell into the hands of the Dragon Slayer.

Time passed without him knowing how long it lasted until finally, the warrior seized the dragon's opening.

"Ha! Is that all you got?" 

Under his might, Ysera was unable to escape. 

"In your dreams!"

In the end, the victor was decided, and Alaric smirked as he pinned Ysera down. 

"Ysera, you were wonderful today." 

With that, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Ysera's.

Just as the two were immersed in this moment, suddenly... 

"Someone is watching!"

"Who?" 

Both of them immediately turned their heads.

—It was a tall and fierce dragon, exuding a sense of superiority as he appeared from the sky.

The moment he arrived, he cast a displeased glance toward Alaric.

"That human, again!" 

"Why is he here?" 

"Will he take my Ysera away? I won't let him!"

"No! What are you doing? You don't understand..." 

"Die, human!" 

As the golden blood poured out, he released an astonishing dragon breath, aiming directly at Alaric.

"Damn!" 

Alaric was caught off guard and could only dodge hastily.

The next moment, he suddenly regained his composure.

"Ysera, is this your elder brother?" 

He couldn't help but smile, but he quickly sensed the imposing aura from the elder dragon.

"No! Stop him!"

"Do you want me to die?"

The dragon's charge swept through the surroundings. Ysera hurriedly got up, revealing her graceful form.

"Hold on! He doesn't mean any harm!" 

She rushed to stop her brother, but her voice was drowned out by the chaos.

"Alaric, stand firm! I won't let anyone hurt you!" 

The next moment, the two dragons clashed fiercely.

As they fought, Alaric finally realized who this fiery dragon was.

The name "Dralad" echoed in his mind.

The eldest of the Dragon Guardians and the successor to the throne of the Dragon Kingdom.

However, he soon thought of another matter.

"Just as Ysera has you, I must be worthy of your love as well!" 

This was what he truly wanted.

Thus, the Dragon Slayer's spear pierced the flames of the world, resisting the formidable force from Dralad.

"Boom!" 

Flames erupted in the sky, illuminating the entire Emerald Dream.

Yet, while he had defended against the dragon's attack, Alaric's heart echoed with a sense of fear.

A few moments later, the light dimmed, and the flames slowly extinguished.

However, the reality he faced was that even in the Emerald Dream, he could not guarantee his victory.

Instead, Ysera wrapped her arms around him tightly, allowing him to feel her warmth. 

"It's okay; I'll protect you." 

Despite Ysera's self-confidence, her body quivered slightly, and her gaze remained locked on her brother.

When she turned to face him, a resolute expression appeared on her delicate face. 

"Brother, you mustn't fight him. I need him!" 

"Fine!" 

Dralad let out a growl but reluctantly retracted his flames.

"Then I shall see how this human can protect you!" 

With those words, he vanished from the battlefield, and the warmth faded as he flew far away. 

Alaric was left panting heavily, his heart racing with adrenaline. 

Ysera, too, began to relax and embrace Alaric tightly. 

"Father, I'm so glad to see you." 

While the thrill of the battle still lingered, it seemed that things would settle down now. 

And he truly felt the warmth of the two sisters in this strange world.

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