Chapter 31
**Chapter : End of Year Reflections and New Ambitions**
**Alex’s POV**
The end-of-year exams were looming, but I felt prepared. After all, I had spent the year working beyond the curriculum, mastering spells far beyond what was required for a first-year student. My practice and discipline paid off. When the exam results were announced, I secured first place in the year—no surprise there, though it did earn me a fair amount of stares and whispers among my Ravenclaw peers. I didn’t care much about the recognition. What mattered was that I was on track to meet my long-term goals.
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**Returning Home for the Holidays**
Going back home to America for the Yule holidays was a welcome break. I’d been so focused on my work and keeping ahead in Hogwarts that I hadn’t allowed myself to relax. Meeting my mother and spending time with her grounded me. We shared meals, caught up on the happenings at Salem, and she even gave me some old books she thought I might find useful for my studies.
We talked about how things were changing in the wizarding world. The fallout from the scandals I helped bring to light had shaken the Ministry to its core. But things still felt stagnant in terms of magical ethics, something that had been bothering me for months.
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**Teaching Magical Ethics**
One of the things that irked me the most about the magical world was the casual disregard for personal autonomy. Compulsion charms, love potions, and lust potions were tossed around like party favors. From the moment I first started reading about them, I knew they were wrong—manipulating someone’s will like that was, to me, a form of rape.
But the wizarding world didn’t seem to see it that way. To most, love potions were a prank, a silly way to get a crush’s attention, and compulsion charms were just "useful tools." The darker implications were ignored.
I needed to change that.
It was absurd to me how these things were normalized, and I began thinking about how to spread the message. How could I reach young witches and wizards, most of whom grew up in this world, oblivious to how deeply problematic some of their customs were?
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**The Harry Potter Books**
Then, an idea hit me. In this world, there was no “Harry Potter” book series as far as I could tell, but children’s fantasy books were immensely popular. What if I wrote a series of books under a pseudonym, one that mirrored the Harry Potter series from my previous life but with a more pointed message?
I could weave in stories that questioned the ethical practices of the magical world. Characters could debate the morality of love potions, compulsion spells, and the treatment of non-magical beings. It would be subtle enough to entertain children, but with an underlying moral message. I could show the true effects of these manipulations, the damage they caused to individuals, and the culture at large.
I knew the basic plot of the Harry Potter books, but I’d need to work with editors and perhaps modify the characters. Harry’s name would be changed, of course, and I’d weave in moral dilemmas and sharp questions to make the readers think about the ethics of magic. This could work, but I would have to wait until Voldemort was defeated before publishing. After all, it would be too dangerous to make such bold moves while the dark forces were still in play.
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**Selling the Postbox**
While I couldn’t reveal all my plans at once, there was something I could do in the meantime. My magical postbox system, which I had developed earlier in the year, had caught the interest of the goblins at Gringotts. They saw the practical use of instant messaging, and I’d sold a few units to them, which they’d implemented into their own internal communications.
I had even patented the postbox, but selling it beyond that was tricky. At my age, I didn’t have the legal capacity to market such a product to the wizarding world on my own. I also didn’t have the resources to mass-produce them. For now, the goblins handled it for their private use, and I’d work out a larger plan when I had the means to do so.
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**Conclusion**
The year had been productive, but I knew I was only just beginning. Over the holidays, I would refine my plans, continue my research, and mentally prepare for the next stage of my journey. The wizarding world was a minefield of ethical dilemmas, and I wasn’t content to leave things as they were. There were too many wrongs that needed to be addressed—and I was determined to be the one to fix them.
For now, I’d relax, spend time with my mother, and prepare for the challenges to come. After all, I still had a long way to go before I reached my goals. But with each day, each discovery, and each step forward, I was getting closer to creating the future I wanted—one where power came not just from magic, but from wisdom and integrity.