Contracting a Rebirth Potion Master from the Start

After ten years of bitter cultivation in the universe, Lin Zichen shattered the void. When he opened his eyes, he had become an abandoned infant of the Black family.

His magic was dormant? He casually crushed the detection crystal. “The laws of this world are too fragile.”

On a rainy night in Spinner's End, he kicked open the shabby door of Snape's home and pointed his wand at a drunken Tobias.

“Sign it, or I'll help you evaporate, physically.”

Eileen signed the Unbreakable Vow with trembling hands. As golden light filled the forming contract, a storm surged in the eyes of the young potions master.

“The Arcane Group?” Dumbledore frowned at the front page of the Daily Prophet. “They claim Muggle technology is equivalent to ancient magical runes?”

Voldemort smashed his crystal ball. “Who gave them permission to patent my Dark Mark?!”

Years later, Snape seized his lover by the wrist and pinned him against the starship's window.

“Was locking my life away with an Unbreakable Vow not enough? Now you want to lock me inside your dimensional rift?”

Rigelus licked the blood from the corner of his lips. “If I don't lock you down, how can I take you with me to crush this fragile universe?”