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Chapter 94: Chapter 92 - Battlefield (2)

Hundreds of cursed spirits, each more grotesque than the last, emerged from the smoke curtains emitting repugnant sounds.

 

"Die." With a wave of her hand, Bellatrix commanded all the cursed spirits to focus entirely on Neville, thousands of eyes staring fixedly at him.

 

Neville couldn't see the cursed spirits, but he could feel them perfectly. He couldn't help but curl his lips; Bellatrix was furious, and that made him happy for the first time in many years.

 

Tightening his grip on his daggers, which had the ability to cut through magical energy and negative magical energy, Neville didn't falter in the face of the horde of cursed spirits he could sense. On the contrary, he advanced toward Bellatrix, surrounded by cursed spirits.

 

A massive centipede lunged forward, its hundreds of legs pounding against the ground as its open mouth drooled corrosive saliva.

 

Neville spun his dagger in his hand and landed it on the centipede's carapace. Without hesitation, he plunged the dagger into the carapace and charged forward, tearing through the centipede's entire torso. Blood splattered everywhere.

 

Before the cursed spirit could regenerate, Neville spun in the air and stomped with his extreme force on the centipede's head, causing it to explode and scatter blood and organs across the ground.

 

He didn't stop, continuing to advance toward the next cursed spirit, plunging his daggers into cursed spirits while dodging numerous other attacks.

 

With a cold smile, Bellatrix snapped her fingers, sacrificing one of the cursed spirits, causing it to explode near Neville.

 

Neville didn't even have a chance to react before he was engulfed by the explosion of the cursed spirit.

 

When the explosion subsided, Neville's figure was revealed.

 

Red blood fell onto the earth.

 

Neville, with a large portion of his body burned, breathed heavily as blood trickled from his forehead and left arm. His blue eyes fixed on the woman with black hair.

 

"Is it hurting? If it is, I can wait for you to rest a bit, filthy abortion." Sitting on a grotesque worm, Bellatrix crossed her legs and asked with a cold smile. "Think of it as my mercy for Alice's son."

 

Neville took a deep breath, every word that came out of that woman's filthy mouth made him furious. He found Asterion Black irritating, but he discovered that Bellatrix was even more unbearable. At this moment, he just wanted to shove his daggers into that woman's mouth and rip her tongue out. 

The descendant of the Longbottom House calmed himself and focused on the moment; he needed to be quick, quicker than ever before. Any cursed spirit could explode and kill him on the spot.

 

Neville tensed all the muscles in his body, hardening them like never before. The blood flow in his body began to accelerate, and his heartbeat increased.

 

Feeling his body burning from within, Neville opened his mouth and exhaled a hot, scalding breath.

 

In the next moment, he took a step forward.

 

The world blurred in Neville's eyes, making it difficult to see anything clearly, even with his extraordinary senses. Nevertheless, his eyes never left Bellatrix.

 

At that moment, Neville Longbottom's speed reached an incredible ten times the speed of sound.

 

Perhaps in the entire history of the wizarding world, he was the only one to achieve such abysmal speeds without using a single drop of magical energy.

 

*Shesh!*

 

It was like an arrow tearing through everything in its path, cursed spirits or not.

 

Any cursed spirit was cut in half in the blink of an eye. A large amount of purple and green blood spread across hundreds of meters.

 

Neville arrived in front of her, his dagger pointed directly at Bellatrix's throat.

 

"Die!" Neville shouted angrily, ignoring the muscles torn apart by the exorbitant speed he had reached.

 

Bellatrix didn't even have time to react before her throat was stabbed!

 

Even with her throat impaled, Bellatrix unconsciously moved her hand and reached for Neville's abdomen.

 

Bellatrix's world seemed to slow down; her body, mind, and soul seemed clearer than ever before. In that instant, she managed to achieve what many wizards would never accomplish in their lifetimes. She cast a spell without a wand!

 

"Maxima Bombarda!"

 

As the wandless and incantationless spell was cast, magical energy tore through reality, making the impossible possible!

 

A fleeting glow appeared in her palm, and a ball of blue energy tore through Neville's skin, exploding organs and bones.

 

*Boom!*

 

Both were thrown backward by the explosion!

 

A large amount of blood flowed from Bellatrix's throat, but she showed no fear or remorse. On the contrary, she let out a lively, fun-filled laugh. Her clothes were almost all blown off, revealing a large portion of her nudity and severe burns on certain parts of her body.

 

Neville was in an even worse condition. In addition to the severe burns covering his body, half of his right abdomen was missing, leaving a huge hole where his stomach used to be. A large amount of blood flowed from the mortal wound.

 

Two loud snaps, similar to car exhausts, sounded on their battlefield. An old man wearing a blue robe and a long white beard pointed directly at the fallen Bellatrix while checking Neville Longbottom's condition.

 

Beside Bellatrix, a teenager appeared, looking coldly at Dumbledore.

 

Asterion looked at Bellatrix's deplorable state, the pentagram in his eyes revealing a gleam.

 

A hologram of Bellatrix's body appeared in his mind, with at least a hundred areas highlighted in red, indicating some kind of injury.

 

Over a hundred broken bones, severely damaged organs, and a gaping wound in the carotid artery.

 

Knowing his cousin's injuries, he grabbed a very expensive potion, made by Nicolas Flamel himself. He opened the potion and poured the liquid onto her neck wound, which was the most severe of her injuries.

 

A large amount of white smoke was emitted as the liquid came into contact with the blood and the wound.

 

Unconcerned with Dumbledore and the wretched abortion that was dead in his eyes, Asterion took the still conscious Bellatrix in his arms, his touch as gentle as possible, afraid of worsening her injuries.

 

"Coff~" Bellatrix coughed violently and looked affectionately at Asterion, speaking in a hoarse, trembling voice. "My prince charming came to rescue me."

 

Asterion rolled his eyes; he didn't expect Bellatrix to still be able to joke in such a serious situation.

 

"Look at your condition, you almost died," Asterion reproached his cousin as he hugged her slightly tighter.

 

"You should have seen that filthy abortion," Bellatrix replied, unbothered by being reprimanded, her tone weak and tired.

 

No longer wanting to speak to this madwoman, Asterion apparated away, leaving Dumbledore to try to save Neville's life.

 

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Next 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 112 – New Students (1), Chapter 113 – New Students (2).

 


Chapter 95: Chapter 93 – Conflicts on the Battlefield (1)

Placing Bellatrix gently on the bed, Asterion sat beside her and gently moved the black hair that was covering her face to the side, looking directly into her green eyes. His red eyes staring directly into hers.

 

"What? Want to make love?" Even with hundreds of broken bones and severely injured, Bellatrix asked with an ambiguous smile on her lips. She licked her dry lips with dried blood, looking at him with growing anticipation in her eyes.

 

Asterion rolled his eyes and replied in a calm and serene tone. "What happened that night won't happen again, Bella. I won't betray my future wife again."

 

Bellatrix pouted and spoke with a voice full of dissatisfaction. "That didn't stop you from sleeping with me the other time."

 

Stroking her cheek, Asterion responded with the same even tone. "I was shaken by the news of Arcturus's death."

 

Honestly, after sleeping with Bellatrix, Asterion felt a bit unworthy of Daphne. He hated betrayal and did what he hated the most, betraying someone who had given him their full trust. He regretted betraying Daphne, even if it was at such a delicate moment when he received the news that he would have to kill Arcturus.

 

"That makes you better than my ex-husband," Bellatrix murmured to herself, noticing the look in his eyes.

 

"Taking Lucius out of the equation, anyone is better than your husband," Asterion laughed and replied with a slight tone of amusement.

 

Bellatrix also laughed at the joke and replied with another joke, or if it could be called a joke in the first place.

 

"I would have killed the mistresses and cooked them and made him eat them. It would have been hilarious to see his expression when I told him what he ate."

 

Asterion pursed his lips hearing that, Bellatrix's sense of humor was as bizarrely bizarre as before.

 

Letting out a tired sigh, Asterion spoke with a helpless tone.

 

"Please, refrain from making people cannibals, this world is dirty enough."

 

"Yes, master," Bellatrix replied with a serious look, then smiled innocently like a child asking for permission to buy a toy they saw. "But can I continue to kill?"

 

"Yes, but only enemies," Asterion nodded and continued with an extremely serious expression. "When you're moderately healed, return to Voldemort's camp and start the plan."

 

Bellatrix's smile stretched from ear to ear, a creepy smile full of sadistic feeling.

 

"Time to start the game," she whispered to herself with an excited look.

 

Seeing Bellatrix excited, Asterion shook his head and called Narcissa through the Cursed Spirit he had placed to protect her. The doors of the room were almost immediately opened, and Narcissa entered with a worried look.

 

Looking at her sister so severely injured in bed, Narcissa's heart almost burst in her chest. "Who hurt her?" Narcissa asked, her tone tinged with a coldness capable of freezing the Arctic again.

 

"Frank and Alice's son. He was quite strong for a magicless Abortion," Bellatrix replied excitedly, ignoring the atmosphere hovering in the room.

 

"But you should see the state I left him in! Dumbledore is probably burying him at this exact moment." Bellatrix smiled brightly, recalling the Maximum Bombarda that destroyed the organs of the filthy abortion.

 

Giving Bella a kiss on the cheek, Asterion got up from the bed, walked over to Narcissa, and also gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Cissy, don't fully heal Bella, I'll be returning to the battlefield."

 

Narcissa nodded and watched as he disapparated out of the room. "You seem like a child, always causing more and more trouble." Looking at her sister in bed, Narcissa sighed as she sat beside her.

 

"I was under orders from my master," Bellatrix retorted, very dissatisfied with being called a child.

 

"I know you, Bellatrix Black," Narcissa rolled her eyes at her sister. "You just want to cause more chaos and destruction, it's always been like that since you were little."

 

Bellatrix pouted hearing this, but didn't deny her words. It wasn't exactly a lie. Fortunately, her master knew she didn't like boring missions and always ordered her to the most fun missions, like being a double agent or starting a beautiful massacre to start a good day.

 

"I'll get the potions, how much do you want to heal?" Narcissa asked, frowning as she looked at Bellatrix's wounds, especially the large burns on her skin. If Bellatrix were a Muggle, she would have to live marked with these burns for her entire life. Fortunately, nothing that a potion couldn't fix.

 

"Leave the burns and some dozen broken bones," Bellatrix replied indifferently, as if she didn't care at all about her own injuries.

 

Narcissa nodded, kissed Bella's cheek affectionately, and got off the bed, walking towards the door. She stopped and turned to look at Bellatrix with a serious look. "Don't die, Bella. I don't want to bury another relative."

 

"You don't need to worry about me, Miss Perfect Lady. You should be worrying about my enemies. They will suffer while I kill them one by one, all to fulfill the orders of my lovely master." Bellatrix flashed a smirk and replied with an increasingly excited voice.

 

Narcissa let out a tired sigh upon hearing this. "Take care of yourself, Bella."

 

With that said, she left the room. Bellatrix silently watched Narcissa's back and then turned her gaze to the ceiling, where she pondered many things before closing her eyes to rest for a while.

 

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Battlefield - Clock Tower Camp.

 

As Asterion returned to the camp, successive explosions reverberated in the sky accompanied by strong tremors. They were Level 1 Wizards officially appearing on the battlefield.

 

"Lord Black." Asterion turned and looked at his future father-in-law, Aurelius Greengrass. As he had imagined earlier, with the support of the Neutral Faction, Aurelius had currently become one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower - the Lord of the Department of Botany.

 

"Lord Greengrass." The Black Heir greeted him back with some respect in his tone; after all, he was his father-in-law. But even though he tried to respect the man, Asterion wasn't someone who flattered people; it was quite the opposite - people flattered him.

 

Asterion began to walk and gestured for Aurelius to walk beside him.

 

"With the entry of Level 1 Wizards into the battlefield, we are gradually gaining the advantage; the Death Eaters are increasingly cornered. We estimate that the Dark Lord's forces won't hold out for much longer." Arriving by his future son-in-law's side, Aurelius began to explain the current situation of the battlefield.

 

"You don't need to worry about Voldemort entering the battlefield; the man absolutely won't initiate a direct confrontation with me and Albus Dumbledore present in the camp—" Asterion spoke, after a brief silence, but as he was about to finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a gigantic needle coming towards him.

 

But before the nearly thirty-meter-long needle could approach Asterion, Aurelius beside him simply created a gigantic chain of wind, changing the trajectory of the huge needle, causing it to collide with the ground. When the needle collided with the ground, it created a huge crater accompanied by a thunderous sound that echoed throughout the camp. A cloud of dust spread to the sides.

 

Naturally, all this commotion caught the attention of countless people in the camp.

 

"What is the meaning of this, Matriarch Longbottom?" Aurelius asked with a voice full of authority mixed with a touch of anger. Anyone would be furious to be attacked so suddenly, and Aurelius was no different from anyone else in this aspect.

 

He looked at the old lady, her eyes red from crying so much, with a confused look. He didn't understand why Lady Matriarch Longbottom had attacked.

 

Augusta didn't even bother to look at Aurelius; her swollen and almost crazed eyes were fixed on Asterion. In that gaze, fury, resentment, hatred, and malice mingled, creating a look that sent a chill down Aurelius's spine as he stood beside her, facing that gaze.

 

What would someone need to feel to demonstrate such a look? Aurelius didn't know, and he didn't need to know. He wanted his sanity intact for a long time.

 

"You monster, your cursed family, my dear Neville—" Augusta murmured, looking at Asterion. She bit her own lips so hard that blood stained her lips. She raised her wand and pointed with her trembling hand.

 

"Augusta!" Before the Matriarch could start her attack again, a small figure appeared beside her and unexpectedly snatched the wand from Matriarch Longbottom's hand.

 

Asterion looked at Professor Flitwick with a surprised look. He thought the man was dead, as he hadn't seen him for months after the attack on Hogwarts. But seeing the half-goblin alive and well in front of him, it was obvious that Filius Flitwick had survived Voldemort, which was a great achievement.

 

However, looking at Professor Flitwick's empty left shirt sleeve, it was obvious that a price had been paid for him to survive an attack by a Level Special Wizard. Which was an insignificant price compared to life itself.

 

Turning his gaze back to Augusta Longbottom, looking at her state of hysteria, Asterion wondered, had Neville Longbottom died?

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Author's thoughts:

Support me to write more and read chapters ahead of all regular readers! 

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(Just remove the hyphen to access Patreon normally.)

Next Chapter: 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 112 – New Students (1), Chapter 113 – New Students (2).

 

 

 

 

 


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