A fragile looking old man wearing a green cloak sat in a well lit room fiddling with a journal on his desk. When an eerie croaking sound was heard from downstairs the old man sighed and got up from his chair with an unnatural fluidity and grace. A feat someone of his age and appearance were incapable of replicating with such ease.

" Merlin's beard! Not again... you will be the death of me, I'm sure one day" he muttered something incomprehensible under his breath.

On that neat mahogany desk laid open a simple leather bound notebook, it shows the very last entry. Although the slim journal seemingly worth a galleon it's appearance could be deceiving. Say If this journal gets in the hands of a nobody it could still create waves be it wizard or non-magi only can we gauge it's real worth.

It's not impossible to become a millionaire overnight, you wanted fame? publicity? followers? problems and even death? All of this can be possible with that cheap looking leather bound notebook.

The old man wrote no ground breaking secrets for mankind, nor does it have some over powerful magical weapons or spell arsenal these scribbles weren't even readable half of the journal but that still doesn't deter those seeking it out that's how human mind in general.

Everything is possible, it's just how you were going to use it. These barely recognizable scribbles are the words of a world famous wizard. So this cheap notebook also became a hot potato just like its owner. It could be either your blessing or curse, no guarantee the question is whether you are daring enough.

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Sep 01, Year 2190

I can't believe I would be writing this but here I am! Truly and utterly bored out of my mind. Gone are the times where I can't sit still for even half an hour of idle time. My life after graduation goes like researching this or that but now all I can think about is finding something...anything to numb this irritation out of my system.

What happened to me? This must be the effects of my lifestyle and the habits I adapted to myself in all those years. How could I not think about this? This really did bite me in the a*** like this. I have been in desperate need of entertainment. It can be easily seen by what I had to resort to releave my boredom.

I never had a hobby of writing Diary or journal in the majority of my lives and yet I had to resort to doing this for most of the last two years. It's not that I have any strong dislike or phobia towards such a useful practice but rather I have no time or heart for that.

I was never in need or use for it. Use it to recall? Write important things in my life? Just confess my little secrets or desires? No, I don't need it. I have perfect recalling ability, wasn't easily flustered I always remain calm and collected as for secret never thought of telling anybody if he want to share some moment there were his friends, children and wife there for him.

But here I was ironically walking the path he considered crude but at least he doesn't have to worry about wasting his time anymore. The sole purpose of it was to kill someone time.

If Somebody heard my thoughts, they might really wonder, What am I blabbering about? What's with the development of advanced technology? How could someone not have spare time in their hands or find something to entertain oneself?

The development of science and technology did indeed changed the life of both wizards and non-magi (As they like to address in the public instead of seemingly derogatory term as they considered 'muggles' or 'No mage' like half a century ago)

Back to the point....It's true the technology did seem to lead humanity to prosperity but I believe it also snatched something more precious from us. I didn't think people of this generation knew anything about it and I think it will never be the same.

I hope the future generations had this prosperity in their life, they probably didn't even realize what they are lost. Thinking these things, I could only sit in my chair and shook my head in helplessness and resignation. I have often wondered for the last couple of years whether or not I rushed things and messed up the future.

I've also never had a habit of lamenting and moping about my mistakes or the past...

How interesting! It's only now did I start to realize how I become more and more similar to those old men once I used to strongly despise. Though I must admit I was wrong about many things. Time not only heals everything, it also makes people dirty in their old age, especially if someone has a near perfect memory like me (or recalling ability).

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I started to understand why Flamels decided to go into hiding and lived most of their life in secrecy on some uninhabited island. Why did Dumbledore and Grindelwald become bitter and mellow in their later life?

As a person who lived past my two hundredth birthday, I did comprehend little about the magnificent magic. It's like time did change our soul in some way so we people couldn't cope with the advancement of time or future generations.

In a sense limited us to our own era. It could be seen from how some of my children or grandchildren and their grandchildren think how much I started to rant and lament about my past days like a tape recorder on their visit.

If my hypothesis were true then I can only imagine how horrifying it could be for the Flamel couple. They lived past half a dozen centuries before their death. I couldn't tolerate two centuries. In a fit of anger I even ditched my own birthday party last year. Maybe it's because I'm a widow, I can't guess anything else but something definitely fueling my annoyance and irritation.

I'm also secretly glad I didn't pursue immortality or a form of longevity. It's true I was a little tempted back then, it now seems more like a curse to me than anything else. longevity isn't worth the suffering.

Now to the lighter topic... Where was I? Yeah! I still don't like birthday parties or get used to it aside from the few years of party free time in my childhood. I never seem to shake that damn thing off my life. One way or another someone forced me to celebrate my birthday or wedding day, gala award ceremony blah, blah, blah.

I still half suspect the old goat might have put a jinx on me somehow....Well, I didn't find any evidence till to this date I kind of get used to putting blame on that twinkle eyes from time to time. I know I was being petty and childish. What can I say? Liking Dumbledore as a person or friend was never an appeal to me.

If these people know how childish I could be, they definitely should be shocked right? Be it wizards or non-magi, have a field day as they gossip about my personal life like this for a few weeks. After all In the last decade there was barely any news about me. I finally detached myself from society. I did all I can for mankind now it's up to them.

I know it's not entirely their fault. How could normal people sit still? After all, I am an old famous figure, tuted as Merlin of new age, The Enchanter, Eternal Sorcerer, Pioneer of New Age. One in a billion Genius. Principal of Westwood Academy, Chief judge of Federation Court, etc.

Well I'm not bored enough to write all those If I write all my titles it will fill up a few pages I'm sure and this all make me look like a bragger, a complete waste of time if you ask me. The thing is I was extremely famous but let's not write about those useless things.

Where was I... Hmm, I wasn't much of a journal enthuse, but in the late days of my life I wanted to do something that might be pleasant to my last days. So I started writing my journal and biography as a hobby. It was nice to ruminate about those beautiful times.

I wouldn't resort to this kind of bone aching hardships if I have someone to share similar feelings but alas my Wife and lovers left me in this strange world on my own and I'll make sure to get rid of this notebook after I finish writing this stuff.

Yeah back to the topic Each and everyone of their death hit me harder the last one at one point I became numb and threw myself into my research and made many new discoveries. Had any of them there they would have scolded me for being hard on myself.

I'll admit, in my second life I didn't have much hardship, be it friendship, family, love, everything came as a blessing. Maybe it's because my Luck state somehow helped me. I wasn't so sure but I'm glad whatever the reason.

Today is going to be another wonderful and eventful day for the kids around the world. I vividly remember how I nervously waited for the Hogwarts Express journey for a whole year.

But I'm glad I have to wait for the whole year. It was on this day I first met my wife. On September 1st I did meet my friends as well. It was in many ways a memorable day for me.

I still like the magical feelings of receiving a Hogwarts Letter, buying school supplies, boarding the Hogwarts Express and the boat ride across the black lake and sorting. I doubt anyone could be as emotional as I am. And I lived in this world for 76, 786 days.

He still remembered the stern look of Thomas and laughter of Lizzy. They travel like a muggle family with all those luggages feeling warm and content. Lizzy insisted on being there in person when he boarded the express despite going to her school that day as well.

He doesn't know how she comes as she planned it as a surprise rather than on a whim just so he feels happy. And it does help that he was quite surprised when she walked into the barrier with him instead of going for her father at the hotel who was responsible for sending her to school.

He was looking forward to many things in that millennium old castle. It's like an adventure to him, looking forward to interacting with canon characters, unraveling mysteries, pulling pranks... He especially wanted to look at the face of dumbbells.

Ever since his prank the old coot didn't attend his birthday party no matter how my grandpa begged him to. It was so hilarious to think about it every time, even his grandpa Thomas also admitted that it was indeed funny.

That day I misunderstood Dumbledore might be setting up my parents death and stealing my family wealth so in fit of anger I used enhancing pills on Dumbledore's drink. This enhancing pill was something he won by spinning the wheel.

A white item I could obtain spending most of my weekly and monthly chances in those few years. As for what it does, it is self explanatory since it was a system made to protect not something the wizarding world has.

I got to know what it could possibly do straight from the system. Enhancing pills enhance any thing that is physical in nature; it can be orally consumed or applied on our skins or items.

According to the system it's very powerful. If it's not for its obvious shortcoming it could be classified as a higher rank product not merely classified as an white rank one.

The shortcoming was it was a time limit and some other limitations placed upon it. A single pill enhanced alcohol potency to five times which could last for four hours.

Dumbledore doesn't stand a chance he was destined to get embarrassed that day. All powerful Dumbledore became a gibbering mess even asked his old friend and fanboy Doduelos Diggle for a dance and ended up slipping on the floor and crying like a little boy. He demanded people to sing old rhymes for him or he wouldn't stop crying.

It was pretty entertaining for me, I even had the confidence that with this memory. I could even conjure up the corporeal patronus with enough practice. Though I'm sure it was not the same for the dignified headmaster Dumbledore.

I almost lost control when I saw his somber face on the teacher's table. I couldn't help but wonder what his staff and students would think if they knew about the tiny little secret.

I half wanted to send a specter to the daily prophet that very evening but I knew I had to control this impulsive thought or Dumbledore could easily find out who leaked this piece of news.

I know just the right person to tell this piece of information but I had to wait for some time. I didn't try to hide my bubbling amusement. Dumbledore looked a little flustered when he noticed me.