The domain collision violently tore through space; everything within a radius of ten kilometers shattered, torn apart, crushed, and exploded.
It resembled the explosion of a nuclear bomb; a magnitude 10.1 earthquake spread from the epicenter.
Fortunately, Asterion was within Rose's Domain Expansion, so he was unaffected; otherwise, he would have turned into a seasoned tomato sauce with his internal organs.
Rose, sensing the collision, smiled with a crazed grin and infused even more magical energy into the domain expansion. When it came to magical energy, she was proud to say she wasn't afraid of running out!
"Let's see who runs out of magical energy first," she exclaimed with an excited look.
Herpo began to sweat coldly at the sight; he hadn't expected his own words to turn against him. Asterion and Rose weren't underestimating him and Voldemort; it was he who was underestimating these thirteen-year-old kids.
They forced him to use his Domain Expansion only to defeat him more easily when he ran out of magical energy.
"Very well..." Herpo gritted his teeth and spoke. "I thought my arrogance had disappeared over two thousand years, but today I see that was not the case."
Feeling he could no longer bear the drain of the Domain Expansion, Herpo knew he had lost this battle but not the war.
Snapping his fingers, an explosion reverberated in the air; a specific part of Hogwarts had been blown up!
This made the victorious smile on Rose and Asterion's faces change dramatically.
Rose gradually retracted her Domain Expansion, and Herpo did the same.
Looking at Hogwarts, which had nearly a third destroyed in the explosion, Asterion glared coldly at Herpo. He gritted his teeth and spoke.
"You planted bombs in Hogwarts!"
"Coward!" Rose glared at Herpo with fury, but she didn't move. Who knew how many bombs he had planted in Hogwarts? If they exploded, all the students inside would likely die.
"Do you remember when I appeared in front of you in the cafeteria?" Herpo didn't care about being called a coward. "Before that, I took a stroll through certain places in Hogwarts, leaving some gifts in those specific places."
"Could you kindly remove the barrier around that space?" Herpo spoke with a gentle smile. Seeing the grim faces of Asterion and Rose made him feel that all the anger and punches he had endured today were worth it, especially after gathering countless pieces of information about Rose.
Rose clenched her teeth and closed her hand tightly.
Herpo's face remained indifferent as he felt the space around him compressed. If she continued to compress the space, this body would die.
Considering the consequences of continuing, Rose opened her hand; her blue eyes practically gleamed with the anger she was feeling at that moment.
Feeling the space return to normal, Herpo's lips curved into a gentle smile, and without any hesitation, he apparated away. Today was a truly relevant day for his future plan. He not only gathered enough information about Rose but also about Asterion, especially the pale monster that could adapt to any attack and action.
Voldemort, who was still trying to kill Mahoraga, felt the confinement in space disappear. He apparated away without hesitation, leaving a still-living Mahoraga, although already adapted to his Domain Expansion.
Another loud pop, similar to a car's exhaust, sounded not too far away, making Asterion's face even darker.
Herpo and Voldemort had fled!
Rose was also not happy at this moment.
Today, she learned that you shouldn't let your guard down until the opponent is dead, especially with opponents as cunning as these.
Rose and Asterion exchanged glances and vowed to themselves that when they next encountered Herpo and Voldemort, they would kill them as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, the faces of Asterion and Rose became solemn as they looked towards the barriers where Dumbledore and Grindelwald were fighting.
Even at this distance, the heat wave spread, causing the grass still alive after so many battles to burst into flames instantly..
"This war is over." Sensing Grindelwald's magical aura disappear, Asterion murmured, though obviously he didn't think Grindelwald had died. Killing a powerful seer was incredibly difficult.
As expected, a serious-looking Dumbledore emerged from the barrier and walked towards them with firm steps.
The man seemed in perfect condition, but both Rose and Asterion noticed that his face had a sickly pale tone. Obviously, he had been injured during the fight against Grindelwald, but to avoid causing panic or fear in England, the man had to remain strong and intact.
Looking at the devastated terrain around Hogwarts, as if a war had occurred, Dumbledore's eyes grew cold, especially seeing the ruins of Hogwarts atop the hill.
This was his home, which he would give his life to keep safe. Seeing it in this state deeply hurt his heart.
His pale blue eyes then focused on Rose and Asterion. His gaze softened, and he spoke. "Well done, Rose and Asterion. If it weren't for you, Hogwarts would have been destroyed, and the students would have died."
"No need to thank us; they mainly attacked me, I just retaliated." Rose shook her head, her tone slightly guilty.
In her eyes, all this destruction and death were caused because of her. If she hadn't been at Hogwarts, none of this would have happened in the first place.
"Don't blame yourself, child. People kill each other for the stupidest reasons," Dumbledore said, his tone gentle and weary.
Asterion didn't want to talk to Dumbledore at the moment; he simply apparated to Hogwarts. He wanted to see how Daphne was after participating in a battle of this scale.
"At least we killed one of the Special Grade Wizards who invaded," Dumbledore remarked indifferently, watching the lifeless body of the Archbishop of the Aurora Society.
"It was Asterion's Cursed Spirit," Rose replied with a wavering gaze.
Seeing Asterion disappear, Rose showed a complicated look and turned her attention back to Dumbledore. Her eyes grew firm and determined, as if she had decided something important.
"I accept your proposal," she said, looking at Dumbledore, her voice as serious as it could be.
Dumbledore's lips curved into a gentle and genuinely happy smile.
He had found a successor!
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Looking at Vinda Rosier holding a black box in her hands, a smile appeared on Aurelius's lips.
Raising his arm, Aurelius clenched his fist, signaling to all his comrades.
"The pure world is coming, Minerva." Then, Aurelius apparated away, followed by all of Grindelwald's acolytes.
Before Minerva could respond, in the next moment, she saw a boy with black hair and red eyes appearing in the middle of the battlefield.
With a simple movement from him, all the fanatics of the Aurora Society had their bodies torn apart by a huge crimson serpent that emerged from a dark portal beside him. Red blood from dozens of people splattered across the ground and walls of the courtyard, blood and organs painting the scene like a painting worthy of being depicted in hell.
The teachers were indifferent to this scene, but the students, both older and younger, all showed disgusted expressions; some vomited up everything they had eaten today.
Covered in blood, Asterion walked up to the blonde teenager and held her face, looking directly into her eyes.
"You did very well, Daphne," Asterion said with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Daphne nodded and remained silent; she had killed at least five people today. Although trained to kill without hesitation, she was still processing that she had taken five human lives.
Asterion naturally knew what Daphne was feeling at the moment. He wasn't a psychopath who felt nothing when killing; he felt the weight of every person whose life he took. But he killed those dozens of people in an instant not because he enjoyed killing, but out of necessity.
He would live with all those deaths until the end of his days, and if necessary, he would answer for each death.
After a while, Daphne recovered from the emotion of killing and looked at Asterion with concern.
"You're covered in blood," Daphne didn't mind the pungent smell of blood on his body. She used her thumb to try to wipe the blood off his cheek, although it only made things worse, spreading the blood even more.
Asterion laughed at her attempt and held her hand, kissing her fingers tenderly despite the blood staining them.
Suddenly, a teasing voice sounded beside them.
"You only care about your little girlfriend, Asty!"
Asterion looked at Tracey as she approached him. The girl had a pale face, though she still teased him, showing that she had a good mindset despite the bloody scene earlier.
"Yeah, yeah, we're your friends too," Theodoro approached with Zabini beside him.
Even Draco and Dorea approached Asterion; any resentment they had towards him seemed to have vanished at that moment. Both twins looked tired and quiet but much more mature after experiencing something like this.
"Seven Special Grade Wizards fought at Hogwarts today; one died, and the other three fled," Asterion said, looking at them as he spoke about the details of the war.
Asterion didn't hold back, and his voice was heard by everyone in the courtyard.
The teachers fell silent; they knew Special Grade Wizards were fighting outside, but they didn't expect there to be seven!
And a Special Grade Wizard had died!
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In the Forbidden Forest, Asterion observed the cave entrance with a calm gaze. It had been a week since the attack on Hogwarts. The incident became famous worldwide, known as the Seven Powers War. After all, it wasn't every day that seven special-grade wizards faced off in battle.
The tremors of the fight were felt in almost forty countries, with gigantic lights observed in the sky within a forty-kilometer radius. Some even assumed a nuclear war was happening. Which wasn't entirely far-fetched; each strike from a special-grade wizard was almost equivalent to a nuclear bomb.
Another thing was the Death of a special-grade wizard that shook the minds of many, especially in Italy, which had its only special-grade wizard killed! The identity of the Archbishop was soon discovered. Asterion watched with satisfaction as the Italians came to retrieve the dead body of their protector. They all displayed grim and ugly expressions, almost knowing they would have to pay an exorbitant price for damages caused in Hogwarts and foreign territory.
Asterion left these matters to the vultures of the Wizengamot, to gain more benefits and power. Those people were like hyenas seeking carrion to satisfy their hunger, never missing an opportunity to take another bite at the dying corpse.
But not everything was rosy. Hogwarts had twenty-one casualties in this short and deadly battle, all of whom were students, almost all from the Sixth and Seventh years. Asterion saw Dumbledore speaking with the parents of each student, delivering the cruel news that their sons and daughters would never return to them.
Some of these parents cried, others cursed, one mother even struck Dumbledore, but the old man remained unmoved as the mother's weak fists collided with his chest.
The atmosphere at Hogwarts that week was tense; all the students seemed on edge, as if expecting an attack at any moment. Fortunately, the expected attacks never came, gradually easing the tense atmosphere, and everyone returned to classes as best they could.
With the help of magic, Hogwarts was quickly rebuilt, after long hours of spellwork and repairing walls with Reparo. The world's most famous magical castle rose from ruins even stronger. Dumbledore was the main architect of the castle; he took advantage of the castle still being in the reconstruction phase and refurbished it, giving it a more modern and beautiful look, especially by reformulating and updating Hogwarts' defenses and adding others.
The Hogwarts Core was also successfully built thanks to the notes left by Rowena Ravenclaw. Her diaries about the core's construction were essential for the reconstruction of the new core, although the main crystal of the core had changed.
This week, Asterion sent all his cursed spirits specialized in surveillance, espionage, and probing towards the Forbidden Forest. He scoured every hole in that eerie forest.
And finally, after three long days, Asterion successfully located where the Chamber of Secrets had been moved by Voldemort. He didn't rush in carelessly; it was almost certain that Voldemort had left traps to prevent him from successfully reaching the heirloom's location, though these measures were somewhat futile against a special-grade wizard.
There were few things capable of claiming the life of a special-grade wizard, especially poisons. It would take a large enough dose to kill an elephant to even begin affecting the body of a special-grade wizard. But no one would stand still as a large dose of poison entered them, so there were few special-grade wizards who had died from poison throughout history.
Still, Asterion didn't enter the cave imprudently. He wouldn't risk his life for something as trivial as assumptions and data over a thousand years. So, like any person with a bit of intelligence, instead of entering the cave and taking unnecessary risks, Asterion sent dozens of cursed spirits of grade 4 and 3 to trigger all the traps so that he could enter the cave safely.
Voldemort would be disappointed if he saw how Asterion handled things. Asterion didn't act as he expected, behaving like a reckless and arrogant teenager because of his power.
Entering the cave, Asterion observed that what he thought was a cave, were enormous pipes capable of easily accommodating five people side by side. For a thousand years ago, Hogwarts indeed had pipes worthy of making Rome jealous.
As he traveled through the maze of pipes with a Lumos spell on the tip of his wand, Asterion noticed a long shadow standing in one of the corridors.
Approaching without fear, he raised his wand and the Lumos intensified. Then, Asterion saw the origin of the shadow—it was a colossal shed skin of a snake-like animal, but proportionally large, nearly forty meters long.
It stood a little over three meters tall, enough to eat anything, including humans.
It was the shed skin of the Basilisk; the movie really didn't convey the feeling of oppression, there was no feeling of oppression and terror seeing such a large monster — but it was entirely different to see it in person.
Of course, that was for ordinary people. Asterion, who possessed even more gigantic cursed spirits, remained unchanged in expression seeing the shed skin of the Basilisk.
But he had to admit, Harry was brave to face such a monster at thirteen years old, relying solely on physical strength without using a single spell. Not that it would have worked anyway; Herpo the Foul created the Basilisk to be almost immune to magical damage. There were few spells capable of killing an adult Basilisk.
But locating the shed skin of the serpent, the Black Heir knew he was close to the Chamber of Secrets.
Walking for a few more minutes, Asterion passed through a circular door and entered what seemed like a chamber. The floor was covered in smooth ceramic, majestic pillars supported the entire chamber, matte green details adorned the walls, and a long ceramic path crossed a lake suspiciously colored in mossy green.
At the end of the path, a huge face that Asterion presumed to be Salazar Slytherin's, stared at visitors with a cold and arrogant look. Suddenly, Asterion noticed a rancid and putrid smell in the air, a hissing sound reverberated, dangerously echoing in the shadows.
The sound of something heavy dragging reached Asterion's ears; he didn't need to be a genius to know that the Basilisk was approaching. If possible, Asterion didn't want to kill the Basilisk; after all, the serpent could petrify anything, including special-grade wizards! It was a great weapon to catch his future enemies off guard.
But to conquer the serpent, one had to be a Parseltongue, that is, to speak the language of snakes. This Asterion didn't know if he had, as he tried and never succeeded in speaking it. This indicated that he didn't possess the talent for speaking with snakes, like his ancestor – Salazar Slytherin.
Asterion hoped that a moment of stress would awaken this hidden talent. Otherwise, unfortunately, the Basilisk would have to go to the snake heavens.
Then, Asterion heard the sound of heavy stones moving; he saw the mouth of Salazar's face opening, and from it emerged a long greenish serpent with backward-pointing horns. The yellow eyes seemed half-closed, almost as if the serpent had just woken up.
Anyone would be upset at being awakened, let alone a huge serpent just roused from a sleep of over fifty years and hungry. This was bad news for Asterion, who wanted a new exotic pet, like those rich people in Los Angeles.
But he wouldn't give up; having a Basilisk as a pet was something he wanted, and he would have it, even if he had to teach this ancient serpent a harsh life lesson.
Strength was always the most civilized dialogue in the world!
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Focusing his gaze on the Basilisk's mouth, Asterion avoided the petrifying stare and easily dodged the venomous bite, which grazed past his body.
Asterion attempted to speak amicably with the serpent, but the response was a massive mouth capable of swallowing a whole cow. Obviously, the Basilisk had no interest in conversation and was likely very hungry at the moment.
The Black heir wasn't surprised; fifty years of hibernation surely induced a profound sense of hunger. But that also meant the Basilisk wasn't at 100%; it was malnourished and hungry, following only primitive instincts to feed.
The good news was that it was easier to conquer a hungry and injured animal than one in good condition. The bad news was that a hungry animal would likely risk its life for food.
Asterion reinforced his body with strengthening magic and walked along the serpent's long, sinuous body while pointing his wand towards its eyes. With a swift flick of his wrist, a Lumos Maxima was chanted, illuminating the entire Chamber of Secrets in an instant, almost like the birth of a second sun.
The blinding light pierced the Basilisk's eyes, bringing a warm, burning sensation and intense pain. The Basilisk's enormous body writhed in agony, crashing uncontrollably against the walls of the Chamber of Secrets.
Balancing between the Basilisk's horns, Asterion pointed his wand downwards and used a Diffindo, but the magical cut left no mark on the Basilisk's verdant scales, demonstrating the incredible magical immunity of the laboratory-bred serpent.
But Asterion didn't stop using Diffindo; instead, unlike the previous attempt, this time he poured even more magical energy into the cutting spell. He believed there was a limit to the Basilisk's magical immunity, and once that limit was surpassed, it would be easy to penetrate the serpent's scales.
Another thought occurred to him: to use the moment when the Basilisk was attempting to bite and cast a stunning spell inside the animal's mouth, rendering it unconscious until the moment he received Salazar's inheritance and awakened his second Inborn Technique.
The only problem with this plan was that the venom in the Basilisk's fangs had the ability to break magic, as seen in the movies. This meant that casting a spell in its mouth was almost certain to be nullified.
Whoever created the Basilisk certainly knew of such an obvious weakness and added the venomous fangs to compensate for such an exposed and easily detectable vulnerability. So it remained for Asterion to create a cut strong enough to penetrate the scales and reach the serpent's flesh, thus casting a stunning spell on the Basilisk.
As he cast his fourth Diffindo, Asterion noticed the serpent was recovering and didn't hesitate to cast another Lumos Maxima, causing the poor ancient serpent to thrash furiously in pain once again.
Holding onto one of the horns for balance, Asterion ignored the world spinning around him and continued to increase the potency of his spells. Until he used 10% of his magic in a single attack!
The Diffindo spell, carrying 10% of Asterion's magic, tore through the air with almost surgical precision, collided with the magic-immune scales, and cut through the impenetrable scales first, making a three-meter-long gash, blood spraying onto Asterion's face and clothes.
The serpent, feeling a pain it had never experienced before, let out a hissing roar and violently thrashed against the walls of the Chamber of Secrets, trying to strike the ant on its back.
"Take a nap, little snake," Asterion gripped the horns to avoid falling and cast a Stunning spell with 10% of his magic.
At that moment, the enormous Basilisk stopped moving and crashed heavily to the ground with a thud.
"This kind of magical immunity is just too broken," descending down the Basilisk's face, Asterion couldn't help but complain about the serpent's magical immunity. It might seem easy what he did, but it was 10% of his magical reserves!
That meant he could only use eight of these spells!
Eight!
Asterion could cast tens of thousands of spells with his magic reserves.
Taking a deep breath, ignoring the smell of blood on him, Asterion didn't bother to adjust his appearance and made his way, covered in blood, down the ceramic path that traversed the suspicious green side.
In the Chamber of Secrets, only the sounds of his footsteps echoed in the open space. Arriving in front of Salazar's face, Asterion passed through the entrance, which oddly enough was within the statue's mouth. Inside the statue, he found himself facing a small, narrow corridor that could accommodate only one person. Walking forward without hesitation, the surroundings became extremely silent with each step he took.
At the end of the narrow corridor, there was a light, and as Asterion crossed that light, he found himself in front of a medieval living room with a fireplace burning with silent blue flames. Above the fireplace, a portrait of an old bald man with green eyes, dressed in an antiquated wizard's robe and holding a book in his arms. The man moved within the portrait, revealing that it was the animated portrait containing the memories of its creator.
Salazar looked at the blood-covered boy and spoke calmly. "After fifty years, another potential heir to my legacy."
He opened the book in his arms and conjured a quill, continuing to speak. "State your name and lineage."
"Asterion Black-Slytherin," Asterion spoke, his voice cold and calm.
Salazar, who was about to write the name in the book, couldn't help but pause and look up, his green eyes coldly observing Asterion, particularly focusing on his red eyes.
"Black-Slytherin, you said?" The portrait asked, as if he had misheard.
"Yes, that's correct," Asterion reaffirmed his ancestral lineage.
"I met young Corvinus in the winter of 1004. A young wizard, yet undeniably brilliant with an insane dream," Salazar spoke, his green eyes coldly shining with morbid curiosity. "Although I found his dream foolish, even childish, I admired his unwavering spirit. The will to persevere in the face of all difficulties, that's the essence of humanity that Corvinus embodied."
"That's what makes us superior to all intelligent races," he spoke, his voice filled with pride and disdain for other races. "Tell me, child. Do you dare to do the impossible? Even knowing that it will never be possible to complete your Noble House's ancestral plan? Do you dare to walk an endless path?" Salazar's portrait spoke, his voice tinged with a touch of emotion and a look bordering on madness.
"I am already treading that path of no return," Asterion looked into Salazar's green eyes and spoke coldly. "Whoever stands in my way, including you, will die."
Salazar was very pleased with his young descendant's response. To accomplish great things, you have to be cruel not only to yourself but to others as well. History taught that, human-shaped monsters who were deified as kings and gods, regardless of how many deaths they caused in the process of their ascensions to the top.
"But I must say, I did not expect my offspring to one day marry a Black," Salazar remarked, looking Asterion up and down, he noticed something curious about him. "Your red eyes are a mutation and make you hypersensitive to negative magical particles."
"Can you sense people's negative emotions?" He asked, even though dead for over a thousand years, his insatiable thirst for knowledge had not changed at all.
"Yes, but I don't use it much. Only when I'm creating a cursed spirit," Asterion replied nonchalantly, Salazar's curiosity was a good thing. It meant he had a great chance of awakening his second Inborn Technique.
"Creation and Manipulation of Cursed Spirits," Salazar murmured. "Indeed, an extremely powerful Inborn Technique, imagine creating your darkest nightmares hidden in your subconscious."
Regaining his composure, Salazar looked at Asterion and showed a cold smile. "I presume you are here to awaken your second Inborn Technique." Asterion nodded, confirming his ancestor's words.
At the same time, he knew what kind of person his ancestor was, someone cruel to others and even more cruel to himself.
"The process will be painful, so painful that all five attempts before you failed. They all had their spirits, minds, and bodies destroyed," Salazar Slytherin continued speaking with a cold and indifferent tone.
"I theorized the awakening of the second Inborn Technique when I was about to die. I used my third son, who was born without magic, as my first test subject. But in the end, he failed miserably. His body exploded in front of me, spraying blood in my laboratory."
Every word of Salazar lacked a hint of emotion; even speaking of the son who died because of him, there was no trace of regret or pain, almost as if it wasn't his own son who was killed, but just any peasant.
"The filthy half-breed before you refused the inheritance when he heard the risks, but it was to be expected; that boy was more afraid of death than anything else."
Asterion knew Salazar was talking about Voldemort; he hadn't expected that this was why Voldemort hadn't received the inheritance. Indeed, such a risky thing wasn't something Voldemort could accept, especially since he had feared death when he was still at Hogwarts.
"Will you accept it? Noble son of the House of Black," Salazar looked coldly at Asterion and asked calmly.
"I..."
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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 99 – Decision (1), Chapter 100 – Decision (2), Chapter 101 – Decision (3).
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