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Chapter 60: Chapter 58 - Magical Self-Defense Tactical Training Class (3), Chapter

Daphne struck first with a kick. Rose easily defended against the attack with her arms while delivering a punch towards her opponent.

 

Daphne swiftly dodged, shifting slightly to the side. She then stepped back and looked at Rose with a dignified gaze.

 

Fast. That was Daphne's initial thought about Rose's strikes. Her second thought was that there was no hesitation or fear in Rose's movements. If it weren't for the extraordinary perception she possessed because of the Greengrass House's Inborn Technique - [Heart of Nature], it would have been difficult for her to evade the attacks of the girl with white hair.

 

"Looks like someone's good at dodging," Rose taunted with a smile on her face.

 

The Greengrass heiress coldly huffed and swiftly approached her, delivering quick and precise punches.

 

Completely relaxed and unconcerned, Rose, with her hands behind her back, easily dodged the attacks with an extremely provocative smile. She circled around Daphne and leaned back as she whispered,

 

"I'm going to show off a bit for your boyfriend, hope you don't mind."

 

Daphne's eyes nearly instantly began to gleam with a cold light, a green aura spreading around her like an ethereal flame burning silently. The smell of ozone filled the classroom, and flashes flickered around Daphne. The thunderous sounds of thunder echoed.

 

The Greengrass House's Inborn Technique - [Heart of Nature] - involved controlling natural phenomena, such as natural disasters, at the highest levels of mastery of the Inborn Technique.

 

Daphne manipulated the lightning bolts as if wielding a weapon, aiming them at Rose, who still smiled nonchalantly. Without hesitation, she fired.

 

Clearly, Rose easily dodged the attack and continued to evade the dozens of lightning bolts fired at her sequentially.

 

Rose could have used The Limitless to become invincible, but she chose to dodge all the attacks to further irritate the Slytherin blonde.

 

"Princess, you need to aim properly, otherwise you won't hit me." Rose pointed to the center of her own forehead and taunted while dodging a lightning bolt that nearly grazed her right cheek.

 

Daphne stopped shooting lightning and focused on the atmosphere around Rose, making the air thin and heavy until she essentially created a vacuum in the space around her, wanting to see what Rose would do without air.

 

Rose noticed the change in the atmosphere almost instantly. She didn't intend to let Daphne do as she pleased and reached out, then clenched her hand tightly. The space around Daphne suddenly contracted, locking the Slytherin blonde in place.

 

Daphne tried to break free from the spatial prison, but she couldn't move. It was as if there was a barrier around her skin, preventing her from moving a muscle to free herself.

 

The vacuum zone she wanted to create dissipated without her support, causing the air around Rose to return to normal.

 

"That was risky, Princess. Well, risky is a strong word, but let's just say it was amusing." Rose walked up to Daphne and spoke provocatively. Their faces were dangerously close.

 

Daphne's eyes practically gleamed with fury. In her life, she had never been so angry as she was at this moment. The most frustrating part was that she couldn't punch that smiling face of the white-haired witch.

 

Irena approached and praised aloud, "A great fight, you both have excellent reflexes and speed, but I recall saying it was a friendly match."

 

She looked at both girls and spoke sternly, "You two are disqualified. You both lost."

Rose didn't care; anyone could see that she was the one who won. She didn't need someone to tell her whether she had won or lost.

 

Giving Daphne a provocative kiss on the cheek, Rose laughed at the furious look on the girl's face and returned to the Gryffindor girls' group, humming a pleasant tune.

 

"I'm going to kill that witch!!!" Daphne, free from the spatial confinement, spat out each word through clenched teeth.

 

"Good luck with that," Irene said, noticing the tension between the two, likely an adolescent love triangle that she was too lazy to inquire about.

 

Daphne turned and went back to the Slytherin girls' group. No one dared to speak, noticing the cold and murderous aura she emanated. However, her power certainly surprised everyone, solidifying her status as one of the strongest in Slytherin, so the loss to Rose was not without gains.

 

The girls' fights continued, nothing as shocking as Daphne and Rose's fight, but still very good fights, especially Luna Lovegood's, who defeated her opponent simply by dodging with erratic and unpredictable movements.

 

Dorea Malfoy's fight was also interesting, but she ended up being disqualified for using her Inborn Technique - [Wheel of Fortune] - to make her opponent stumble at every step, bringing misfortune to the Hufflepuff girl.

 

A truly intriguing Inborn Technique.

 

When all the girls finished fighting, the boys finally began.

 

Theodoro was the first, fighting none other than Ron Weasley. Well, calling it a fight was an understatement; Ron seemed to only have talent for Wizard's Chess, as he couldn't land a single blow on Theodoro Nott, who constantly mocked him. In the end, Ron lost in a particularly embarrassing manner.

 

Although this fight didn't garner much excitement from the bored audience, everyone became excited for the next match.

 

Asterion Black vs. Neville Longbottom.

 

"How in the name of Merlin did that Squib get into Hogwarts as a student? Shouldn't it have replaced Finch?" Theodoro asked his shocked companion.

 

At least in England, Neville was famous, famous for almost wiping out the main branch of the Longbottom House. If Neville's son didn't possess magical abilities, the main branch would be officially declared extinct, and the side branch would take over the Longbottom House. It could be said that all pure-bloods knew Neville, not in a very good way.

 

"His grandmother must have spread her legs for Dumbledore," Draco sarcastically remarked, eliciting laughter from everyone.

 

Asterion looked at the indifferent Neville. He could hide his emotions well, but the Black heir could sense the negative emotions ready to explode at any moment.

 

As for the match with Neville, it was obviously rigged. Asterion used tiny Cursed Spirits he used for spying to hold onto the slip of paper containing Neville's name inside the box. Then he waited for his turn and picked the paper.

 

"Everyone to the ring," Irene said, feeling a bit impatient with the incessant murmurs around.

 

Asterion walked to the center of the arena with calm steps while checking to ensure his gloves were firmly secured on his hands.

 

Neville also walked to the center of the ring with a particularly cold look, hiding a faint murderous intent behind his seemingly indifferent gaze.

 

"It's been three years, Mr. Longbottom," Asterion greeted him, flexing his fingers, opening and closing them repeatedly.

 

Neville didn't speak and continued to stare at Asterion with a cold gaze.

 

"You know, I can feel your hatred towards me, but I'm confused," Asterion said, unconcerned by his silence.

 

"I haven't done anything to deserve your hatred, yet you want to kill me," he spoke calmly. "Although I believe your hatred is against my family, I sense that you particularly want to kill me."

 

Neville's eyes grew colder with each word from Asterion. His muscles tensed and became firmer; the teenager was ready to fight him.

 

"So, I've realized. You hate me because I represent everything you're not. It hurts to look at me and see your opposite reflection," Asterion continued speaking, unfazed by Neville's subtle movements.

 

When Asterion finished speaking, Neville rushed towards him. His speed seemed like a fleeting shadow to the other students, even to Irene, who widened her eyes in shock.

 

Neville reached Asterion in 0.1 second.

 

He clenched his fist and punched with all the force he could muster.

 

Asterion didn't move a muscle to dodge.

 

"How rude to attack someone unprepared," Asterion spoke, looking at the fist that missed, passing beside his shoulder.

 

Neville seemed shocked; he knew he couldn't miss, especially with the superhuman reflexes he possessed.

 

But seeing that he had missed, Neville attacked again, but the same thing happened, and he missed the blow once again. The teenager didn't stop and continued to rain down punches on Asterion, but without exception, they all missed, and Asterion hadn't even moved a muscle to dodge!

 

In the Gryffindor girls' group, Hermione opened her mouth, witnessing the incredible scene, punches that they couldn't even see the trajectory of, seemed to deliberately miss Asterion, who was still standing in the same place without dodging once.

 

"What's going on?" She murmured to herself, still confused.

 

Rose beside her glanced at Asterion's wrist, where a small silver snake was biting its own tail. She didn't need to be a genius to know it was a cursed spirit.

 

Asterion, who was looking curiously at the punches, calculated the force behind each punch from the wind they caused. About five tons or less, he wasn't a physicist to calculate something like that accurately.

 

But it was an incredible strength for a human body with not a drop of magical energy. Neville wasn't and couldn't use Reinforcement Magic to strengthen his body, so this was the pure strength of his body.

 

An amazing achievement, but this wasn't the universe of One Punch Man, where Saitama could defeat everything with one punch. In most anime and similar universes, physical strength always took second place, losing only to the energy of the universe itself.

 

In this world, it was no different. No matter how much strength you had, in the face of an energy capable of changing reality itself, human flesh was nothing.

 

For example, Asterion stood still while using Ouroboros to manipulate fate, changing the fate of each of Neville's punches, causing him to miss each one.

 

Certainly, Asterion himself admitted that using Ouroboros to manipulate the fate of mere punches... was at the very least... futile. But, he was childish on some occasions, so he opted to use a Special Grade Cursed Spirit intended to be used against a monster named Rose Potter.

 

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Next Chapter: 59 - Magical Self-Defense Tactical Training Class (4), Chapter 60 - School Council, Chapter 61 - Mission (1), Chapter 62 - Mission (2), Chapter 63 - Mission (3), Chapter 64 - Mission (4), Chapter 65 - Mission (5), Chapter 66 - Consequences of the Attack (1), Chapter 67 - Consequences of the Attack (2), Chapter 68 - Invasion of Hogwarts (1), Chapter 69 - Invasion of Hogwarts (2), Chapter 70 - Invasion of Hogwarts (3), Chapter 71 - Invasion of Hogwarts (4), Chapter 72 - Invasion of Hogwarts (5), Chapter 73 - Invasion of Hogwarts (6), Chapter 74 - Invasion of Hogwarts (7), Chapter 75 - Invasion of Hogwarts (8), Chapter 76 - Invasion of Hogwarts (9), Chapter 77 - Invasion of Hogwarts (10), Chapter 78 - Invasion of Hogwarts (11), Chapter 79 - Post-War (1), Chapter 80 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (1), Chapter 81 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (2), Chapter 82 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (3), Chapter 83 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (4).


Chapter 61: Chapter 59 - Magical Self-Defense Tactical Training Class (4)

Regardless of the punches that missed him, Asterion walked towards Neville with calm and slow steps.

 

"What happened? Where is your hatred?" Asterion spoke sarcastically while displaying a cold and indifferent smile.

 

"Technically, I should never care about someone who would never touch me if I didn't want to, but your family had to be my enemy. But don't worry, your body will be of great help to me and my plans. Feel honored, Neville, for you will finally be useful." He spoke, but his voice could not be heard by others, except himself and Neville.

 

Neville, who heard everything, gritted his teeth, his blue eyes were so cold they could probably freeze the Gobi Desert.

 

He spoke to Asterion for the first time.

 

"If it weren't for your cursed family, my parents would be fine," he said. "I would have a happy family, and my grandmother wouldn't look at me with disappointment."

 

"I swear by all that is sacred, I will kill you and your cursed family," Neville finished, stepping back as he assumed a fighting stance. His hoarse and cold voice hung in the air.

 

"Hahaha~" Asterion laughed. He pushed his hair back and smiled, displaying a sadistic and malicious grin. "I wouldn't complicate things, but because of your words, you and anyone you care about will suffer, Neville Longbottom."

 

"At this moment, your grandmother is sitting in an armchair in the living room, looking at the portrait of her son and daughter-in-law above the fireplace." With each word Asterion spoke, Neville's pale face grew paler.

 

"Neville, I will break you," Asterion spoke, his eyes cold. "I will destroy your family during the Christmas holidays in December. In the meantime, I want you to know that I will be watching you every moment. I want you to know that I will be coming, and you can't do anything to stop me. You will be a prisoner of your own paranoia while I delight in watching you and your family burn in the flames, just as London burned once." Asterion finished, mere inches from Neville. The boy remained completely paralyzed, shocked by the disturbing threat.

Asterion reached out and grasped Neville's neck, whispering in his ear. "See? Just a movement of my hand and your neck will snap. How does it feel to have your life in someone else's hands? Do you hate yourself? Do you hate your weakness? Do you hate the fate that made you this way?"

 

Asterion looked directly into Neville's eyes as he spoke.

 

Releasing Neville's neck, Asterion smiled gently as he held his face with kindness. "I will kill you; it will be painful and cruel, but don't blame me, blame yourself, for being weak and incompetent. Weakness has always been the original sin of the world."

 

Without caring about what he had done to a thirteen-year-old teenager, Asterion stepped back and snapped his fingers, releasing the sound vacuum around them.

 

Turning to Professor Irene, Asterion spoke with a calm and indifferent tone. "I surrender, Professor. Neville has won."

 

He then turned back to Neville and spoke coldly. "Enjoy the taste of victory, Neville, for it will be the only triumph over me you'll have. Think of it as my mercy toward you. You see, I am very kind."

 

With that said, he exited the ring, indifferent to the stares falling upon him.

 

Irene looked at Asterion walking away and at the terrified, still frozen Neville. Like a veteran Auror, she could imagine what Asterion had said to Neville. The hatred between House Longbottom and House Black wasn't a secret, although this hatred was only on the part of House Longbottom.

 

Technically, House Black had never done anything against House Longbottom. The tortures suffered by Alice and Frank Longbottom were caused by Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband, along with other accomplices. Apart from Bellatrix, who was born a Black, House Black hadn't actually done anything against House Longbottom.

 

But since House Longbottom didn't have a target to channel their hatred towards, they focused on House Black.

 

Irene sighed and looked pityingly at the boy. She didn't know how he had been accepted into Hogwarts, but it was foolishness to live under the same roof as their enemies. As for speaking up for Neville, that thought never crossed Irene's mind. Going against a Special Grade Wizard? Sorry, she wasn't so altruistic as to want to sacrifice herself for a student.

 

Among the Gryffindor girls' group, Rose frowned with displeasure. While the others couldn't hear the words exchanged between the two, she could, and every cold and sadistic word impacted her mind.

 

Asterion had revealed himself to be cold, cruel, and incredibly sadistic.

 

It was a side of him that Rose had never witnessed before, a dark and obscure side that she didn't appreciate one bit. She preferred his sarcasm, his honesty, and the noble behavior he usually displayed, worthy of a true noble, not the cruel and sadistic monster she was seeing at that moment.

 

With clenched fists, Rose stared at Asterion with determination.

 

"I won't let you succumb to the dark side, Starlight!"

 

As for Neville, Rose was determined to help him. In her eyes, he was blaming the wrong people. Transferring someone else's sins onto another just because of their family ties was incredibly wrong.

 

She would help both reconcile, even if it meant throwing a few punches at both boys.

 

In the Slytherin boys' group, no one spoke or attempted to initiate a conversation with him. Even a fool like Draco could see that Asterion was in a bad mood. The temperature around him even seemed slightly colder than the surrounding environment.

 

While Asterion kept his gaze fixed on Neville, who had recovered from his fear, something unexpected happened. The descendant of House Longbottom showed no sign of fear when their eyes met; instead, he stared deeply into Asterion's eyes.

 

The heir of House Black saw a burning hatred against him in Neville's eyes, but he wasn't shaken. He realized that Neville possessed a trump card to protect himself from his wrath in December.

 

If asked what it could be, Asterion had his suspicions, or rather, two of them.

 

Albus Dumbledore and the press.

It was evident that Albus Dumbledore would protect his allies; it would be the minimum that a leader would do when his subordinates were under threat.

 

Neville could also use the press to warn about the imminent attack from Asterion against House Longbottom, causing many to turn against him.

 

However, if Neville thought that Asterion would back down in the face of the most powerful man in the world, he was mistaken.

 

Asterion was determined to wipe out the entire House Longbottom, indifferent to the consequences. He didn't care if he was discovered; he would even attack during the day to witness the horror on Neville's face when the time came.

 

As for the consequences of his actions, Asterion was aware. He would likely be labeled as the Dark Lord, but even in the face of such serious consequences, he wished to send a clear message, a bloody and cruel message to everyone, enemies and allies alike. Especially with the imminent arrival of Voldemort and the potential civil war within the Pure-Blood Faction.

 

Suddenly, as Asterion was deep in thought, he felt his hand being held, and his fingers intertwined with slender ones. In the next moment, he felt another soft and delicate body pressed against his own.

 

He didn't need to see to know who was holding his hand and leaning on him; there was only one person who could do that – Daphne, his fiancée.

 

Looking sideways, he found her head resting on his shoulder, looking directly at him with a gentle and warm gaze.

 

The anger Asterion felt when Neville spoke about killing his family faded like ice in the sun in the face of that warm gaze.

 

He said nothing, and Daphne remained silent.

 

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"Author's Thoughts: Hogwarts has been unexpectedly irritating and boring to write, it's killing my desire to write, so I'm going to speed things up a bit. Let's start the missions! I hope you enjoyed it :D

 

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Next Chapter: Chapter 60 - School Council, Chapter 61 - Mission (1), Chapter 62 - Mission (2), Chapter 63 - Mission (3), Chapter 64 - Mission (4), Chapter 65 - Mission (5), Chapter 66 - Consequences of the Attack (1), Chapter 67 - Consequences of the Attack (2), Chapter 68 - Invasion of Hogwarts (1), Chapter 69 - Invasion of Hogwarts (2), Chapter 70 - Invasion of Hogwarts (3), Chapter 71 - Invasion of Hogwarts (4), Chapter 72 - Invasion of Hogwarts (5), Chapter 73 - Invasion of Hogwarts (6), Chapter 74 - Invasion of Hogwarts (7), Chapter 75 - Invasion of Hogwarts (8), Chapter 76 - Invasion of Hogwarts (9), Chapter 77 - Invasion of Hogwarts (10), Chapter 78 - Invasion of Hogwarts (11), Chapter 79 - Post-War (1), Chapter 80 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (1), Chapter 81 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (2), Chapter 82 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (3), Chapter 83 - Salazar Slytherin's Heir (4).

 


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