"It's been a while, Minerva," Aurelius greeted as he observed his fallen, unconscious, or dead companions.
He didn't blame his comrades for showing such struggle against the strength of the Hogwarts professors.
As one of the three most prestigious magical schools in the world, Hogwarts had the privilege of having powerful wizards as teachers. While in other magical schools, the magical requirement to become a teacher was Grade 4 or 3, at Hogwarts the minimum was Grade 2.
A wizard of Grade 2 was already very powerful, enough to be a commander in many places, but at Hogwarts, they were teachers.
"Aurelius, you're a disgrace to your father's legacy," Minerva spoke coldly, showing no signs of respect for the man who was on the same level as her.
At the mention of his father, Aurelius's blue eyes turned cold, his lips curved into a sarcastic and cold smile.
"My father? A man who didn't even know I existed. He tried to be my father after all the bad things that happened to me. It's almost funny, as if gaining a father would solve all my problems."
Aurelius turned his attention back to Hogwarts and smiled.
"But it doesn't matter now, my dream is about to come true, soon we'll be in a world pure and free of Cursed Spirits."
Minerva narrowed her eyes, she was not unaware of Grindelwald's ambitions, a crazy purpose she considered completely impossible.
"You're even crazier than those fanatics from the Aurora Society," Minerva looked at Aurelius as if she were looking at someone with a mental problem.
"I don't care what you think of me, Minerva. I know the world isn't a fairy tale where everyone listens to what I say, but in the end, they will see that we are their heroes." Aurelius remained impassive in the face of the famous Transfiguration Grand Master's provocations.
"Besides, my current purpose is to delay time so my companion Vinda can catch the Sephirot." Drawing his wand, Aurelius continued speaking, not caring about masking his intentions.
Upon hearing this, Minerva looked incredulously at Aurelius.
She knew what the Sephirot was, physical manifestations of the Ley Lines, small crystallized crystals of pure Ley Line magic. It was still unknown how many years were needed for a Ley Line to produce a Sephirot, but it was estimated in the hundreds of thousands of years.
Just imagining a small crystal with energy accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years sent a shiver down her spine, causing chills and a premonition that things in the future would be even worse than they were now.
"You're insane, just moving such a fragile crystal could cause an unimaginable explosion, capable of sinking the entire island of Great Britain," Minerva spoke with a tense and angry voice.
"You don't need to worry about that, Minerva. We're very professional at this, after all, it's not our first time. Besides, even if it did happen, they could die proud, after all, their deaths wouldn't be in vain," Aurelius smiled coldly, responding with a careless and sarcastic tone.
His tone suggested that he didn't care even if the lives of hundreds of millions of people were lost.
This caused a fury to bubble up in the chest of the witch who put justice above all else.
"You filthy cowards." Clenching her teeth, Minerva spoke while firmly holding her wand.
But she herself didn't move, a fight at her level would destroy the entire castle, killing the students still sheltering inside.
Seeing Minerva not moving, Aurelius smiled and also remained still, regardless of how many of his comrades were dying.
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Over Hogwarts, a rift in space opened, and a massive two-headed serpent emerged from it. From the serpent's mouth, Asterion grimly observed the castle.
He had been busy collecting all the Horcruxes he knew of outside of Hogwarts when he almost immediately sensed the death of his War Maiden. Without hesitation, he summoned his dimensional two-headed serpent and headed for Hogwarts. His main concern was Daphne's safety, especially after the loss of the War Maiden.
Asterion felt Daphne's strong aura and breathed a sigh of relief to realize she was okay, though fighting at that moment. He chose not to interfere in the battle, recognizing that it would contribute to Daphne's growth, not only mentally but also in power.
The Black Heir's eyes fixed on the gigantic barriers covering a vast area. Within them, he detected two familiar auras: Grindelwald and Dumbledore.
Asterion, who once placed some trust in future predictions based on what he knew about Harry Potter in his previous world, now tossed Harry Potter's book aside. The only reliable information was Voldemort's Horcrux locations, but that would only be relevant if Voldemort were the ultimate adversary.
However, in this world, Voldemort was just one of the 33 Special Grade Wizards!
Honestly, Asterion was tempted to kill Grindelwald with Dumbledore's help; after all, the Dark Lord knew some very important secrets about him.
Yet, he hesitated. Grindelwald served as a barrier between him and Dumbledore, and if Asterion eliminated Grindelwald, Dumbledore would likely turn his attention to him!
Which definitely wasn't good, especially with numerous eyes on him.
While giving up on killing Grindelwald, Asterion focused his gaze on Rose, fighting—or rather, that couldn't be called a fight but rather a one-sided massacre. Rose was a monster; you couldn't even touch her, or stop her attacks.
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Suddenly, Asterion looked at the very handsome man with red eyes; he and the man shared some physical and facial similarities.
Asterion smiled coldly. He didn't know how Voldemort managed to regain his body, but it didn't matter. He still remembered the assassination attempt Voldemort orchestrated against him.
The Black Heir was someone who held grudges, and this was a great chance for revenge.
Making a seal with his hand, Asterion murmured:
"Come forth, my Divine General."
"Mahoraga."
Behind Asterion, gigantic chains manifested, chaining up a humanoid monster.
Suddenly, one of the chains broke, followed by the others, one by one, until finally, the last chain binding the Divine General snapped, releasing the monster from its cage!
The Divine General plummeted from the sky and landed on the ground with a crash, roaring furiously.
An immense pressure covered the battlefield, catching the attention of Rose, Herpo, The Archbishop, and Voldemort.
Regardless of who they were, all of them felt a shiver run down their spines as they looked at the white and terrifying humanoid monster with a golden wheel above its head.
"Damn, how could anyone think of creating something like this?" Herpo muttered, feeling his hairs stand on end, warning him of imminent danger. It wasn't his body that was afraid, but the Horcrux!
In two thousand years, it was the first time his Horcrux had feared something. That meant that the white aberration in front of him could destroy his Horcrux!
Rose was no exception; she felt danger for the first time in her life. At the same time, she lifted her head and looked up, a smile appearing on her lips as she saw the huge two-headed serpent floating in the air, with Asterion looking at her from its mouth with an arrogant look, as if saying to her, "See, I'm amazing!"
Without hesitation, she teleported and appeared next to Asterion, sitting in the mouth of the huge serpent.
"You took your time," Rose looked at him and spoke seriously.
Asterion gave no reason for the delay; he truly did not expect Hogwarts to be attacked, nor for the Hogwarts barrier to be broken.
"What is that thing?" Seeing that Asterion didn't respond, Rose asked, pointing to Mahoraga.
"A melody of war and death," Asterion's lips curved into a sadistic smile as he looked at the three Special Grade Wizards.
It was the first time he was using Mahoraga; his cursed spirit was a blank canvas, ready to be painted at any moment. Three Special Grade Wizards were very suitable for inaugurating his most OP cursed spirit.
Mahoraga was also the last of the three cursed spirits created to oppose Rose, along with Ouroboros with Destiny Manipulation and Al-Meissa Mercury, the Two-Headed Mercury Serpent, capable of devouring dimensions.
Together, the three could contain Rose. As for killing Rose, that was another matter, but as Asterion had said, if it came to a life-and-death struggle, he could take Rose with him to death.
"Let's enjoy and watch their despair, Rose. It will be a preview for our revenge against the murderer of our parents," Asterion spoke, smiling sadistically.
"Let's have more fun," Asterion said, looking at the three Special Grade Wizards. Intentionally, he made sure they heard his words.
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The Archbishop was the first to strike, light shaping into his hand into a whip of light, tearing through the air and heading towards the humanoid monster with wings protruding from its eye sockets at a speed almost impossible for a human to catch.
The whip of light tore Mahoraga in half, causing the Archbishop to display an arrogant smile.
But in the next moment, his smile stiffened as he heard a loud sound echoing within his mind.
Clang!
The golden wheel floating above the head of the pale abomination spun!
Then, something not too surprising for a cursed spirit happened, it regenerated completely in a single instant.
The Archbishop attacked once again with the same whip of light, but instead of the previous scene repeating, the whip struck Mahoraga, causing some damage, but much less than the previous time.
This made Voldemort and Herpo's eyes worthy.
"I hope it's not what I'm thinking, otherwise, we're completely dead," Herpo joked with a smile, licking his lips feeling how dry they were.
Perhaps he would really lose this Horcrux, which would certainly be a pity, as he had only made two.
The Archbishop didn't care about the heretic's words; he didn't believe his attacks had no effect on this pale abomination.
"Innate Feat Manipulation - Father of Light - Celestial Light Manipulation."
With his words, behind him manifested balls of golden light, from these balls of light, numerous energy beams were fired rapidly!
Hundreds of high-heat energy rays hit Mahoraga, who still hadn't moved, almost as if he wanted to be attacked.
All the attacks hit Mahoraga, causing huge holes in his body, but in the next moment, all his wounds regenerated completely.
The Divine General showed a grotesque smile to the Archbishop and slowly walked towards him, each of his steps causing a hole in the ground.
As he walked, the golden wheel above his head spun once again.
Clang!
The sound echoed louder in the Archbishop's mind, causing his face to contort in fury; he felt that this cursed spirit was mocking him.
"I will kill you as I did with that cursed spirit before—" Before the Archbishop could continue, a huge fist appeared in front of him. He didn't even have time to react when the fist hit him.
The Archbishop had only a brief moment of clarity before a tremendous force sent him flying away, leaving blood, teeth, and a large part of his face floating in the air.
"I guess he can't talk anymore," Herpo said, looking at the Archbishop's body. The man was still alive, but he didn't think this deplorable state could exactly be called living.
"Asterion is crazy for creating this abomination," Herpo muttered to himself, looking at the pale cursed spirit. Is he not afraid of losing control? What if this monster adapts its own innate technique it was created with and breaks free from control?
Watching the "fight," if it could be called that, Herpo knew the Cursed Spirit's innate technique in front of him.
"Adaptation..." Herpo spoke. "Every time we attack, he adapts to our innate technique. Using spells is out of the question; he'll adapt each spell we cast immediately because of the simplicity of the spells."
"So that's why my Horcrux is afraid; he can adapt to my innate technique, [Supreme Soul Permanence], and cause damage to my Horcrux," Herpo muttered to himself, looking at the two-headed serpent hovering above him.
He could see Asterion looking at him with a sadistic and cruel smile.
"I take back what I said; you're nothing like Corvinus. You resemble Salazar more; both of you are mad. Salazar for creating that abomination he calls a Basilisk, and you for creating this monster," Herpo said to Asterion. He knew the young man heard every word, reading his lips.
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Watching the fight, Rose furrowed her brow and came to the same conclusion as Herpo in her mind. She looked at Asterion and asked seriously, "Are you really crazy or just stupid? How could you create something that can adapt to everything?"
Asterion shrugged indifferently. "Mahoraga will not adapt to my Innate Technique; it's impossible for him to break free from my control."
"If you say so, but don't ask for my help when that thing goes out of control." Observing Asterion's indifference, Rose spoke with an irritating smile on her lips.
Asterion just scoffed coldly. He wasn't afraid of Mahoraga going out of control; once created by him, the cursed spirit would always be his slave.
Although Rose's concerns were valid, it didn't mean they would happen, especially when Asterion had complete control over his creations.
"By the way, those two are really strong," Rose said, pointing to the barriers where Grindelwald and Dumbledore were fighting. "If it weren't for that barrier, everything within a radius of dozens of kilometers would be turned into nothing but ashes."
"Dumbledore's Innate Technique has devastating power," Asterion agreed with Rose's words. Even behind extremely powerful barriers, the blasts of hot air could still be felt by him and anyone close enough.
"He's worthy of being called the Most Powerful Wizard in the World," Rose smiled and pointed at herself. "But not for a long time."
"Yes, yes, Miss Most Powerful in the World," Asterion replied sarcastically.
"Mr. Second Most Powerful in the World," Rose retorted with the same sarcasm.
Then, she wore a serious look, she looked down and focused her gaze on Voldemort and Herpo.
"Why did four Special Grade wizards attack Hogwarts? Three of them were targeting me."
Honestly, she already knew the purpose of these three; one was a mad scientist who wanted her eyes, the religious fanatic wanted to kill her for something she did, to be more precise, for being born. Voldemort probably just wanted revenge.
After a brief silence, Asterion replied.
"If you want my guess, I would say Grindelwald wants something that Hogwarts possesses, something valuable enough to risk fighting against the Most Powerful Wizard in the World."
As for what that thing was, Asterion had no idea, although he had studied a lot, his accumulated knowledge was too thin to compare with wizards who had over a century of accumulated knowledge.
Especially the low-budget Kenjaku whom Asterion presumed to be thousands of years old; the man was probably a walking library. There was no possibility of him comparing to someone that old with only three years of study.
Rose stroked her chin and looked at Hogwarts with a pensive look. In her eyes, the castle looked completely different from the first time she saw it; at that moment, Hogwarts no longer had that extraordinary magic. It seemed like an old, sick man, about to die at any moment.
Rose supposed they had cut off Hogwarts' power source, effectively breaking the impregnable barrier around the castle. But this would only be possible if there was a spy inside the castle, skilled enough to hide from the castle's magical protections.
The first suspect in Rose's mind was obviously Voldemort himself.
Even with all of Rose's extraordinary wisdom, she never thought that the barrier protecting Hogwarts for thousands of years would be destroyed by a magicless Squib.
"No matter, in the face of absolute strength, conspiracies are irrelevant. A dragon does not fear ants gathering against it; on the contrary, the dragon would watch with interest as they gather to fight against it," Rose spoke aloud, causing Asterion beside her to roll his eyes at the arrogant words of the thirteen-year-old girl.
If he were the dragon in Rose's analogy, he would kill the ants before they could gather against him. It was a danger, however minimal, that Asterion couldn't ignore.
You could call him paranoid, but he called it precaution!
"I'll love to see you getting beaten by those you call ants. I'll watch with popcorn," Asterion sarcastically retorted to Rose, who just showed a big smile on her face.
"No matter, it will never happen because I am strong," she said with an extremely confident smile capable of irritating anyone with sight.
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Thoughts of the author: I think I'm bothering the Archbishop a bit... the poor guy is getting beaten up like a punching bag in a boxing gym. :D
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