AM I A WIZARD?

Another birthday. Another year older. Like I need it. Not that it matters much. I'm already pretty much perfect. I mean, look at me. Tall, handsome, and I'm practically made of magic. No wonder the system keeps giving me more abilities—honestly, who wouldn't want to be me?

I stand in front of the mirror, letting my red hair fall perfectly around my face. I smirk, catching my reflection. Who's that? Oh, right, it's me. Again. My black eyes, with just a hint of green, sparkle under the dim light. Perfect. I could be a model for the next century of wizards. Or, you know, a king. Same difference.

Sebastian—my loyal house elf—was busy somewhere, probably trying to keep the house from falling apart. Poor thing. If he only knew how hard it is to be this great. But, then again, I don't blame him. I wouldn't know how to live without me either.

Just as I'm admiring my unmatched perfection, the familiar hum of the system rings in my head. It's time. Another gift, another year.

[ System activation: Happy birthday, Leonidas Morvaine. Your age has increased by one year. As per tradition, new abilities will now be granted.]

I roll my eyes. As if I don't already know. I could practically do this in my sleep at this point. But, hey, I guess even someone as great as me has to follow tradition.

A brief pause, and then—System grants new ability: 'Supreme Dolittle' (Level 4) activated. Your bond with animals deepens. They now see you as their own, and you can speak with them. Their loyalty will grow as you communicate with them more.

I chuckle to myself. Of course, I can talk to animals now. What a shock.

Not that I need any more followers. I already have Sebastian, who worships the ground I walk on. But now I'm basically the animal king, too. You'd think with all this power, I'd have some kind of royal crown, but nope. I just get more abilities, as usual.

[Note: he wants a crown but wouldn't say it👀]

"Supreme Dolittle," I mutter under my breath. "How quaint. I can now tell a lion to bow down before me. As if they wouldn't already."

The power surges through me, but it's nothing new. I've gotten used to these birthday gifts.

I glance at the window. The sun is starting to rise, casting a soft golden light into the room. I feel the moment calling for some reflection. I could do that, right? After all, birthdays are about introspection, or whatever they say.

I look at the reflection in the mirror—a perfectly sculpted face with my fiery red hair and those piercing black eyes that no one can ever look into without feeling… well, something. Maybe envy, maybe awe. Either way, it's a good look.

I laugh to myself. If only the world knew just how perfect I am. But no one's worthy of seeing me in all my glory just yet. Maybe in the future.

I take a deep breath, feeling the air fill my lungs. Ah, yes, just another year of excellence. No one can match me—not Sebastian, not anyone. My mind drifts back to the school.

I haven't even stepped foot in Hogwarts yet, and I already know I'm going to breeze through it. No one there will be a challenge. The professors? Pfft. I'll probably be teaching them soon enough.

Still, there's something about being young and superior that makes it all the more enjoyable.

"Time to get on with the day," I murmur to myself, already feeling the familiar pull of the world outside. My birthday doesn't change the fact that there's still much to do.

I stride out of my room, Sebastian already waiting by the door, as usual, with that stupid grin plastered on his face. He practically worships me.

"Happy birthday, Master," he says, bowing deeply, as if I've just accomplished some monumental task.

I wave it off. "It's just another day, Sebastian. Another year of perfection. You should be thanking me, not the other way around."

He chuckles, as if he's heard this a thousand times. "Of course, Master. Shall we begin your day of celebration?"

I stop for a moment, my lips curving into a smirk. "I suppose a little celebration wouldn't hurt." I'm not one to turn down a little indulgence. After all, who else deserves it more than me?

The day begins with the usual fanfare. Sebastian organizes breakfast with his usual perfection, though I can't help but think he's more excited than I am. The dishes are spread before me like offerings to a king, and I, of course, sit at the head of the table, savoring every bite as if the food itself is my humble servant.

It's a nice, quiet morning, and that's just the way I like it. The hustle and bustle of the world outside are far beneath me. I'm not interested in getting swept up in the chaos. Today is mine, and I'm going to enjoy it the way I see fit.

After breakfast, I decide to take a stroll through the garden. The lush greenery surrounding my townhouse is one of my favorite places. It's like a small, secluded kingdom, where I am the undisputed ruler. The creatures who live here seem to sense my presence before I even enter, emerging from the shadows to greet me in their own way.

A raven lands on a nearby stone, staring at me with intelligent eyes. I smirk, walking closer. "What is it, bird? Want to beg for my attention?"

The raven cocks its head, then speaks in a voice that sounds oddly regal. "Master Morvaine, we come in peace."

I laugh. "Is that so? Or are you here to join my ever-growing army of creatures?"

The raven ruffles its feathers, as if amused. "The creatures have always recognized your greatness, Master. We simply wish to serve."

Of course, they do. I'm practically irresistible.

I raise an eyebrow. "And what would I need with a bunch of birds ?"

"They know you are more than just a mere boy," the raven continues, "but a king in waiting."

I snort, my confidence swelling. "You've got that right."

I turn my attention to the other ravens in the garden, all watching me with varying degrees of admiration or curiosity. My connection to them is strong, thanks to my new ability. The more I speak to them, the more they grow fond of me.

A soft breeze picks up, carrying the scent of flowers with it. I breathe in deeply, feeling at ease in my little kingdom. This is the life I deserve—free from the limitations of others, ruling my own world. No one could ever understand the depth of my greatness, but that's just fine.

The rest of the day is spent in quiet indulgence, with Sebastian ensuring everything is just as I like it. I receive a few letters, all congratulatory, but none of them are worthy of my attention. Most of the day is about me—me being perfect, me being admired, and me enjoying the peace I've built for myself.

By evening, I stand in front of the large, full-length mirror in the hallway. My red hair is tousled just the right amount, and my black eyes gleam with a mixture of amusement and superiority. I am everything and more.

My birthday is a reminder of that, as if I needed it. Still, I've earned the right to enjoy it.

I turn away from the mirror, making my way to the study where I've been slowly collecting books on the magical world. There's always more to learn, after all, and while others may think they know everything, I know there are hidden secrets just waiting to be uncovered.

I sit at my desk, flipping through a book on advanced magical theory. It's not that I need to study; after all, my genius is natural. But there's something satisfying about mastering things others struggle with. It's all too easy, really.

The evening passes quietly, and as the clock strikes midnight, I lean back in my chair with a satisfied sigh. Another year of greatness, another year closer to everything I deserve. Tomorrow will be the same, I'm sure—more admiration, more attention, and more opportunities to remind the world who I am.

No one can stand in my way.

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It's the morning after my eleventh birthday. I wake up in the master bedroom of the townhouse, stretching lazily as the golden rays of sunlight filter through the enchanted windows. The sun's warmth brushes against my face as I sit up, still groggy but satisfied.

I glance at the clock. It's already a bit late, but I'm in no rush. I spend a few minutes basking in the feeling of being truly, utterly exceptional. Eventually, I swing my legs off the bed and stand, taking in the spacious, elegantly decorated room. The townhouse—my sanctuary, my fortress—is immaculate, as usual. But this place is more than just a home. It's a reflection of me, of how everything should be: perfect.

I make my way downstairs, passing through the vast corridors and pristine halls of the house. It's quiet this morning—just the way I like it. Sebastian is already awake, though. He's always awake. The old house elf never needs sleep; it's almost like he's a robot… but with more wrinkles and less personality.

I head to the training area. I find Sebastian already there, standing in the center of the room with his usual stoic expression. His old eyes gleam with a hint of excitement, and I can tell he's been waiting for this moment.

"Ready, Sebastian?" I ask, my voice tinged with sarcasm.

Sebastian doesn't answer. Instead, he raises his wand, his stance perfect, like a warrior preparing for battle.

"You're not going easy on me, are you?" I smirk, stepping into position myself. "Well, I wouldn't want it any other way."

He doesn't reply, and the tension in the air thickens. We both know how this goes—this isn't just practice. This is a test, a way to measure how far I've come. And I always relish a good challenge.

I reach for my wand, which has become an extension of myself. The wand is dark mahogany, with a sleek, polished surface, and a subtle gleam of gold at the tip. It was given to me by the system on my fifth birthday—an elegant, yet powerful tool that feels like it was meant for me from the very beginning. The magic that flows through it is natural and strong, like a river waiting to be unleashed.

"Let's see if you've been keeping up with me, Sebastian."

Before I can even finish the sentence, Sebastian's wand flicks in the air, and a jet of fiery light shoots toward me. "Incendio!" The blast is fast, quicker than I expected, but that only makes the thrill sweeter.

I dodge to the side, avoiding the blast. "Impressive. But is that the best you can do?"

With a grin, I raise my wand. "I think it's time for a little fun."

"Expelliarmus!" A burst of force shoots from my wand, aiming straight for Sebastian. The spell strikes his wand, knocking it out of his grip, but only for a moment. Sebastian is quick to recover, his reflexes honed from years of experience.

He retaliates with another fiery spell, "Confringo!" A blast of fire shoots from his wand, and I quickly conjure a shield to block it. "Protego!" The spell bounces harmlessly off, and I can't help but smirk.

"You're getting better," I taunt, already preparing my next move.

I flick my wand again, "Stupefy!" The stunning spell shoots toward him, but Sebastian is ready. He dodges and counters with "Petrificus Totalus!" I let it hit my body and feel my body stiffen for just a second before I break free.

"You'll have to do better than that," I smirk, tapping my wand on the ground. "Reducto!" A blast of destructive force erupts from my wand, sending Sebastian tumbling backward.

He manages to maintain his balance, though, and with a chuckle, he raises his wand. "I think you've forgotten who you're dealing with, Master."

"Not at all," I reply, grinning. "I just wanted to give you a head start."

With a final flick of my wand, I cast "Expecto Patronum!" A golden eagle bursts from the tip of my wand, soaring through the air. The majestic bird circles around us before disappearing into the shadows.Ah!!!How I love to see this spell at work. But I am also keeping eye on battle as I don't want to loose.

As the duel continues, I know I could easily end it if I wanted to. My martial arts skills and enhanced physique, honed over years of training, would allow me to defeat Sebastian in seconds. But where's the fun in that? Defeating someone in their specialty feels good.

Sebastian's expression doesn't change, but I can sense his respect for me growing with every move. His dedication is unwavering, but he knows I could end this at any time. Still, he continues, unwavering in his attempts.

Finally, Sebastian lowers his wand, his voice soft but steady. "You've grown, Master."

I smirk, lowering my wand as well. "You weren't bad yourself. Though, I think you'll need a little more practice if you want to keep up with me."

Sebastian chuckles. "We'll see about that."

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