Jump 275: Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

Jump #275: Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them
>The High Priestess, reversed: The forces of nature unleashed.
>Age: 19
>Location: New York City, 1929
>Identity: Auror, Ilvermorny Alumnus
Well, might as well have attended the local school!
>Acceptance (Free, Ilvermorny)
Wait, does this mean that the descendents of the people who founded Hogwarts are the ACTUAL heir of Slytherin? Well, damn, if ever there was a poster child for live-and-let-live.
>Investigator (Free, Auror)
An auror ought to know how to investigate properly, after all.
>Apparation Ace (800, Auror)
Travelling without moving. Now I truly control the world. And the spice.
>Duelist Champion (500, Auror)
What's that you say? My spells have more magical power behind them than others? By now, I'd be shocked if they didn't.
>Wand Import
Blackthorn with a phoenix feather core. Fourteen and a half inches long and hard. Every other useful magical artifact is a part of my gauntlet, except for this.
>Magical Exposure Threat Level Measurer (400, Auror)
Well that's useful, to have a clock that literally shows how far people are from figuring out magic. Because that's something that can be quantified. Ever.
>Real-Time Hex Indicator Map (200, Auror)
Gee, you'd think that if things like this existed, there'd be no trouble stopping a Death Eater attack as soon as it started. Guess Britain just is too cheap to pay for such a thing.
>Companions (0)
Now EVERYONE can be wizards, even if they weren't before. Hooray!

The plot here is hilariously contrived. I'm going to stay out of it, and then I'm going to kidnap Grindelwald and ship him off to Europe. Maybe Germany. I'll point him at some starving artist to keep him busy, and tell Albus to clean up his fucking messes. Damn idiot.

It's so clear now. I was always the villain. The prophecy about me wasn't the future, it was the past. Trelawney was right. I was the crux of the biggest war in human history.

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

I thought Albus would clean up his own messes, and instead eighty million people died. It just proves that if you want something to be done, you have to do it yourself. And that Albus agrees with the end but not the means, and so isn't willing to clean up after himself until the body count begins approaching NINE digits.