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Chapter 92: Chapter 90 - Civil War (6)

The Leaky Cauldron

 

"We're a joke, aren't we, Rufus?" said a woman, silver strands visible among her red hair. Her blue eyes seemed particularly tired with a touch of exhaustion.

 

The fifty-year-old woman had an aura of someone who had spent a long time in a position of power.

 

"Don't be so melodramatic, Amelia." Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Aurors, drank his butterbeer and replied in a calm tone.

 

"I'm not being melodramatic. We weren't called to such an important meeting, it feels like we're just trainee secretaries, despite the blood and sweat we've given for this country." Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, scoffed in a cold and sarcastic tone, with a touch of self-mockery.

 

She looked around and saw everyone talking about the new governmental body that would rule over the country. They all seemed excited with a touch of hope for the future that awaited them.

 

Amelia did not mock these people for their naivety; they could not know that it was just a fundamental exchange of interests between the factions that controlled British wizarding society.

 

"Hypocrite Dumbledore." Amelia whispered to herself as she drank her entire butterbeer in one gulp.

 

"He did what he thought was best for us, Amelia." Seeing the state of his long-time friend, Rufus understood what she was feeling, but he focused on the future, an uncertain future that was to come.

 

"I know, but it's still discouraging to know that decades of your work were thrown away like crumpled paper in a trash bin." Amelia spoke, her voice low and hoarse, very disheartened by all the recent events.

 

"Look on the bright side, you became one of the senators, reporting to only one of the Twelve Lords." Rufus tried to cheer up his friend, although he wasn't exactly good at comforting people in the first place.

 

"It was the least that old bastard could do!" Amelia gritted her teeth, remembering the news that she had been demoted and would be under the command of one of Dumbledore's allies, as one of the twenty-four senators in the future Supreme Court.

 

She felt she was just a moment away from punching that old wizard's special-grade face. Especially with him speaking in that comforting and gentle tone, as if he were comforting her.

 

"And them?" When Amelia mentioned 'them', Rufus's face turned indifferent and cold, a murderous intent accumulated over decades enveloping him, making the atmosphere particularly colder.

 

Looking around and seeing that no one was paying attention to them, Rufus lowered his voice and whispered coldly, "They aren't killing like they did in the war thirteen years ago, so the news of his return isn't known yet. Everyone is working to prevent the information from leaking, including the Noble Faction. The news of the Gringotts attack was given as a terrorist attack by the crazies from the Aurora Society."

 

"At least I'll get revenge on that crazy bitch for killing my fiancé." Amelia clenched her fists and spoke in a particularly cruel and cold tone.

 

Rufus sighed at the mention of Amelia's fiancé. Karl had been his partner in the war thirteen years ago, but unfortunately, he crossed paths with Bellatrix Lestrange.

 

It was commonly known that the chance of surviving an encounter with Bellatrix was very low; the woman was practically a one-person army with her hundreds of powerful cursed spirits. Karl, unfortunately, met her.

 

Rufus had to deliver Karl's remains, or at least what was left of him, to his family. Bellatrix had been particularly cruel to Karl, leaving him with only his head and a smiling face drawn in blood on his cheek.

 

"Ghosts of the past always come back to haunt us," Rufus commented, letting out a heavy sigh.

 

Amelia didn't respond and ordered a full mug of butterbeer.

 

"Today, I'm only leaving this bar unconscious," she said, looking at Rufus with a cruel gaze.

 

Seeing this look, Rufus let out another sigh and decided to join his old comrade-in-arms.

 

"Another mug, Tom."

 

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Black Mansion, Arcturus's Study

 

"So, how is the public reaction?" Asterion asked, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

 

"Somewhat mixed, but the majority support the change," Arcturus replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

 

"Dumbledore's prestige is indeed great among the Muggle-born," finished the Black patriarch. "If it were us, we might have a rebellion right now," Asterion said sarcastically.

 

"We're not French, Asterion," Arcturus added with a hint of amusement in his tone.

 

Asterion laughed at the joke. Yes, compared to England, France had the rightful title of the City of Revolution.

 

If you are a powerless commoner, these words mean nothing. But if you are a king, emperor, or president, these words mean the guillotine. Being a ruler of France means sitting on a throne of TNT ready to explode at any moment.

 

"Voldemort is hesitating to attack or reveal his presence." Flicking the ashes of his cigar into the ashtray, Arcturus commented in a puzzled tone.

 

Arcturus and all the others might be confused, but Asterion knew that Voldemort was probably feeling cornered and extremely paranoid now with the loss of so many Horcrux.

 

This gave Asterion a sadistic pleasure, imagining the man seeing eyes even on the walls, watching his every move.

 

"Don't worry about Voldemort; let's focus on his allies. Let's cut down these Noble Houses as if someone were cutting off heads," Asterion said, raising his glass of whiskey and holding it up to the light, illuminating the liquid inside the glass.

 

"Most of them are Death Eaters who escaped with Bella's breakout; they are all bankrupt and without any apparent power. All the gold, property, and shops in the names of these Noble Houses have been distributed among the Noble and Neutral Factions." Arcturus nodded and replied. Compared to the war thirteen years ago, this war was much easier.

 

Economically and numerically, they had been on the winning side of the war since the civil conflict began. On the other hand, Voldemort and his Death Eaters had nothing but a few people and the money funded by the Malfoy House.

 

This greatly benefited the Black House and all its allies, who had superior power, money, and strength in every sense. If it weren't for Voldemort being a Special Grade Wizard, his entire fortress would have collapsed like a house of cards, and they would have won this war the following week.

 

"But there's something strange." Arcturus's words caught Asterion's attention, who looked at his great-grandfather, confused.

 

"Other countries have become involved." Arcturus showed a cold look and spoke in a rather disdainful tone.

 

"Which countries are secretly funding Voldemort?" Asterion asked, his eyebrows furrowed deeply. The intervention of other countries was something he did not expect.

 

But thinking that a weakened England was better than a strong England internationally, Asterion was not very surprised by the intervention of these countries. Especially with England having three Special Grade Wizards, with Albus Dumbledore considered the strongest in the world.

 

Rose didn't have much reputation, but Asterion was different; he had personally exorcised five Special Grade spirits, which made his reputation quite high internationally.

 

"Germany and France," Arcturus replied, smoking his cigar.

 

Asterion nodded, both countries deeply hated Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

 

Especially the German Minister of Magic, whose brother was killed in the war between the two powerful Special Grade Wizards.

 

"Old ghosts always come back to haunt us." Arcturus blew a circle of smoke into the air and sighed helplessly.

 

"It doesn't matter; their involvement in our civil war gives us the loophole to retaliate without being sanctioned by other countries," Asterion showed a cold smile. "Especially with the Geneva Convention next year, where all the Special Grade wizards will gather to discuss the new treaty."

 

Arcturus nodded; next year's Convention would definitely be something interesting to watch.

 

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Next Chapter: Chapter 91 - Battlefield (1), Chapter 92 - Battlefield (2), Chapter 93 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (1), Chapter 94 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (2), Chapter 95 - The War Intensifies (1), Chapter 96 - The War Intensifies (2), Chapter 97 - The Death of Voldemort (1), Chapter 98 - The Death of Voldemort (2) And end of the first volume.

 

Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 99 – Decision (1), Chapter 100 – Decision (2), Chapter 101 – Decision (3), Chapter 102 - The Black Sisters (1), Chapter 103 - The Black Sisters (2), Chapter 104 - Rose's Past (1), Chapter 105 - Arrival of Country Representatives (1), Chapter 106 - Arrival of Country Representatives (2), Chapter 107 - Arrival of Country Representatives (3), Chapter 108 – Party (1), Chapter 109 – Party (2), Chapter 110 - Back To Hogwarts (1), Chapter 111 - Back To Hogwarts (2).

 

 

 


Chapter 93: Chapter 91 - Battlefield (1)

Asterion and Arcturus chose the battlefield in a field not far from Scotland, not only to minimize damage but also to distance themselves from Diagon Alley. It would be foolish to fight in the economic center of the British wizarding society.

 

The civil war had become complicated, especially with Germany and France secretly sending money and people to work alongside Voldemort.

 

To anyone else, these witches and wizards from other countries were nothing more than Voldemort sympathizers who joined the dark side to create an extremist society.

 

But everyone involved knew that these witches and wizards were nothing more than agents sent by both countries to make the situation even more chaotic and filled with deaths.

 

On top of a hill not far from the battlefield, Asterion sat in a chair, staring at the hill miles away. On that hill, he could sense Voldemort's magical aura, but neither Asterion nor Voldemort had moved.

 

"It seems he has learned his lesson." Seeing Voldemort had not moved to join the battle, Asterion murmured to himself.

 

Pawns fight pawns and kings fight kings.

 

This phrase holds especially true in this world, where wizards have a huge disparity in levels of power.

 

Grade 3 wizards fight Grade 3 wizards, and so on.

 

This was an implicit tacit agreement among all those participating in this war. Thirteen years ago, Voldemort ignored this and went to the Potter House, fearing a mere baby, where he ended up dying due to a simple mistake and a mother's love.

 

Asterion could feel the man's gaze on him but selectively ignored it.

 

He watched the battlefield with a calm gaze.

 

The quality of wizards between the Clock Tower and the Death Eaters was nearly equal, especially with the elites of both countries, Germany and France, participating in this civil war. The ministers of both countries did not hesitate to use their elites in this conflict.

 

This turned a quick battle he planned with his allies into a war of attrition.

 

Asterion could have quickly ended the war by killing Voldemort, but he chose not to. The reason was very simple: this war was beneficial to him. The longer the war lasted, the more he could extend his influence over the Clock Tower.

 

This was also Dumbledore's thought. The longer the war dragged on, the more the Pure-Blood Faction would be weakened. So, whether it was Asterion or Dumbledore, both wanted this war to continue for a while longer.

 

The gigantic plasma beam tore through the earth, sending shockwaves around.

 

Bellatrix dodged a piercing spell and smiled gleefully. With a flick of her wrist, she moved her arm in a half-moon arc, and her wand released a burst of flames towards her opponent. Her black hair billowed through the orange flames.

 

The opponent cast a Protego, and using the time the shield bought him, he Apparated to a safe distance, breathing heavily. Sweat trickled down the man's face as his brown eyes remained fixed on the woman in front of him.

 

"Don't look at me like that, I'll feel flattered," Bellatrix said in a somewhat coy tone, in response to the man's intense gaze.

 

Suddenly, Bellatrix's expression changed. Her hairs stood on end, alerting her to danger. Without hesitation, she leaned back and watched as a blade sliced past her throat, leaving a trail of blood behind.

 

Apparating to maintain distance, Bellatrix observed the tall young man with black hair and blue eyes, staring at her with a particularly deadly and cold gaze.

 

"That was dangerous, I didn't sense you," she said with a delighted look. Born with an extraordinary perception due to her Simplified Innate Technique, she could sense anything magical within a hundred meters. But she couldn't sense the young man in front of her; her eyes could see him, but her senses told her no one was there.

 

"Come to think of it, you look familiar." Looking at the young man's face, Bellatrix placed a finger on her lips and showed a cute and innocent expression, seemingly talking to herself.

 

Then, her smile twisted into a sadistic and cruel grin. "By any chance, did I kill one of your relatives?"

 

Neville clenched his fists and looked coldly at the torturer of his parents. His alchemical items, two daggers, spun deftly in his hands as he approached.

 

Bellatrix smiled and recognized that look; it was the same look countless people had given her over the years, a look of hatred and repressed fury.

 

Using her index finger to touch the blood on her neck, Bellatrix licked her own blood and smiled happily.

 

"It's been a while since I've seen my own blood," she said cheerfully, unconcerned with the young man's approach.

 

Neville advanced, his grip on the daggers tightening. He felt the same look he had faced when confronting Asterion, the deeply rooted disdain in his opponent's eyes.

 

Contracting the muscles in his legs tightly, Neville stomped on the ground and disappeared from his spot, leaving the ground beneath him sunken.

 

He reappeared in front of Bellatrix, his daggers slicing through the air towards her head and heart.

 

With a broad smile on her lips, Bellatrix stepped back and dodged the attacks. In the next moment, she spun and kicked Neville's head with a swift and powerful kick charged with magical energy.

 

Neville didn't dodge the kick; he grabbed her leg despite the impact that reverberated through his body. With his other hand, his dagger moved like a serpent writhing in the air.

 

Bellatrix waved her hand, and a curtain of black smoke appeared in her palm. From it emerged a small bird. As the bird appeared, a strong gust of wind sent Neville's body flying backward, spinning in different directions.

 

"You are physically strong, with extraordinary senses. Unfortunately, you have no magic." Bellatrix said as she looked at her dislocated wrist. She grabbed her left wrist and twisted it forcefully, setting the bones back in place.

 

"You must be Frank and Alice's son." She said with a nostalgic smile. "We studied together at Hogwarts."

 

Narrowing her eyes, she watched Neville get up without any injuries and spoke with a cheerful and sadistic tone. "It was beautiful to hear her screams, begging for death."

 

Neville, hearing this, spoke each word through clenched teeth. "You are a monster. How can you torture people like that and smile afterward?"

 

Tilting her head to the side and showing a genuinely confused expression, she asked as if hearing a stupid question. "Isn't it obvious?"

 

"Because it's fun," she finished with an innocent smile on her lips.

 

"Monster, you are a monster, even more cursed than Asterion Black." Neville said coldly, assuming a fighting stance, a tender and youthful killing intent radiating around him.

 

"What hypocrisy, do you realize you are fighting for the will of the sweet and lovely master?" Bellatrix spread her arms and spoke, dissatisfied with his words, more specifically, dissatisfied with his slander of Asterion.

 

"He will die too when I kill you." Neville remained indifferent to Bellatrix's words.

 

Hearing this, the smile on Bellatrix's face vanished completely. Behind her, numerous curtains of smoke unfolded.

 

"How dare you threaten my master, you filthy half-blood. I'll kill you like one crushes an insect, you aborted wretch." Raising her head, Bellatrix's beautiful face twisted with anger and fury.

 

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Next Chapter: Chapter 92 - Battlefield (2), Chapter 93 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (1), Chapter 94 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (2), Chapter 95 - The War Intensifies (1), Chapter 96 - The War Intensifies (2), Chapter 97 - The Death of Voldemort (1), Chapter 98 - The Death of Voldemort (2) And end of the first volume.

 

Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 99 – Decision (1), Chapter 100 – Decision (2), Chapter 101 – Decision (3), Chapter 102 - The Black Sisters (1), Chapter 103 - The Black Sisters (2), Chapter 104 - Rose's Past (1), Chapter 105 - Arrival of Country Representatives (1), Chapter 106 - Arrival of Country Representatives (2), Chapter 107 - Arrival of Country Representatives (3), Chapter 108 – Party (1), Chapter 109 – Party (2), Chapter 110 - Back To Hogwarts (1), Chapter 111 - Back To Hogwarts (2).

 

 

 


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