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Chapter 118: Chapter 116 – Doubts (1)

Watching Ophelia practically bouncing with joy as she headed towards the girls' dormitory, Asterion narrowed his eyes and displayed a thoughtful expression.

Throughout the entire conversation he had with the girl, he had been looking for any sign of pretense or lies on her part. After all, she was Voldemort's daughter, a man who had raised her in secret, and he didn't want to risk being stabbed in the back when he least expected it.

Asterion had orchestrated Voldemort's own downfall; it would be poetically ironic if the daughter of the man he had killed did something similar to him. That was an experience he definitely did not want to have in his life.

But if Ophelia had been pretending to be someone else the whole time during their conversation, Asterion assumed she should have gone to the United States, where she would have made a great career as an actress. She would definitely win a golden Oscar statue.

Raising a hand to his forehead, Asterion couldn't help but think how things got more complicated when his family was involved. He couldn't simply kill Ophelia, not when she was possibly Bellatrix's daughter.

Although Asterion didn't doubt for a second that Bellatrix would agree to kill Ophelia if he ordered it. His cousin was a fanatic lunatic who placed him on a pedestal on the same level as God.

For a moment, Asterion felt a bit sorry for Ophelia. The girl didn't yet know that both her parents were, in a way, crazy in their own ways, especially her mother, who was completely insane.

Suddenly, Asterion's shadow rippled, and a small dog with hundreds of eyes emerged from it, jumping into his lap. It rubbed against him affectionately while looking at him with its many eyes.

A hint of amusement flashed in Asterion's eyes as he slowly petted his faithful companion.

Holding Baskerville in his arms, Asterion rose from his seat and headed towards the boys' dormitory. He needed a drink to relax a bit.

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In his room, Asterion was shirtless, sitting in his armchair, holding a glass of whiskey with ice. Curiously, he didn't like magical drinks full of bubbles and too much sparkle. He preferred Muggle alcoholic beverages; they were not only tastier but also much easier to obtain.

Baskerville lay next to the armchair, its hundreds of eyes roaming the room, ready to ensure its master's safety at any moment.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Daphne entered, dressed in classic Slytherin attire: a green skirt, a white blouse with the Slytherin crest, and a green tie.

Technically, the doors to all the rooms at Hogwarts were magically protected with powerful spells; only the owners had permission to open and close them, something Asterion had given to Daphne.

Seeing her fiancé shirtless and drinking slowly in the armchair, Daphne's eyes wandered first over his abdomen, and her gaze slowly rose.

She approached with quick steps and sat on the armrest of the chair, looking at her fiancé with a smile on her lips.

"So, what did you want to tell me?" she asked in a calm voice, her eyes shining with curiosity.

Rolling his eyes, Asterion pulled Daphne into his arms, making her sit on his lap facing him. Holding her waist firmly, he kissed her chin while locking eyes with her.

"Apparently, your father never told you Voldemort's real name," he said between the kisses he placed on her neck and face, leaving slightly red marks on her skin with his actions. His hands sank even deeper into the flesh of her waist.

"Hmm~~" Daphne only let out a muffled sound, agreeing with his words, her eyes closed, enjoying the gentle caresses on her skin. She moved her neck to the side, giving him more space to do as he pleased.

Daphne could imagine that the hickeys and kisses would leave marks on her skin the next morning. Although it would be a bit embarrassing to be seen with something like this, it would be interesting to see Rose's face.

"Before assuming his name as Voldemort, he was known as Tom Marvolo Riddle. The son of Merope Gaunt and Tom Riddle, a Muggle whom Merope fell in love with and used some questionable means to make him fall in love with her," Asterion said, looking into Daphne's eyes. He could see her face was slightly red, and she was breathing heavily. The desire in her eyes was as clear as knowing the sun would rise the next day.

Daphne's desire-filled eyes widened, recalling Ophelia's surname. She quickly connected the dots and understood the core of the matter.

Remembering the girl's appearance, the image of Bellatrix came to her mind. After all, she was the only woman from the House of Black who had been with Voldemort during his reign thirteen years ago.

"Bellatrix and Voldemort," Daphne murmured to herself, looking at Asterion with curiosity.

Asterion nodded and claimed Daphne's lips in an enveloping kiss.

Daphne's thoughts almost immediately focused on Asterion, feeling the touch of his lips. She set aside any shocking news like this and fully surrendered to the kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gently ground her hips on his lap. She could feel something hard growing beneath her, and it made her happy; at least she was attractive in his eyes.

"Asterion, I think I'm ready." Breaking the kiss, Daphne, who was extremely close to Asterion's lips, whispered breathlessly, her eyes burning with desire.

Asterion nodded and caught his breath from the prolonged kiss. "How about I prepare a special night for us?"

Daphne felt her heart submerge in an ocean of sweetness hearing that. Any other man would have jumped at her after hearing her previous words, but her fiancé wanted to prepare a special night for her. This only made the love she felt for him grow even more, if that was possible in her mind.

"No, let me prepare our night. If I leave it to you, you might decorate the entire mansion with silly flowers." Letting out a low laugh, Daphne smiled and spoke, pressing her forehead against his.

Thinking about the idea, Daphne couldn't help but laugh again as her hands caressed his visibly defined chest. No matter how much she touched, she never got tired of those beautiful muscles.

Asterion rolled his eyes at her words; he wouldn't do something as tacky as putting flowers on the bed. He was a much simpler and more elegant man; a candlelit dinner was enough in his eyes.

But Asterion didn't retort Daphne's words at that moment, not when she returned to kissing him again with even greater intensity. Honestly, he admired his own self-control; otherwise, he would already be in bed with Daphne, making her a real woman at this moment.

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 117 – Humbug (1), Chapter 118 - Ophelia's Mother (1), Chapter 119 - I Decided to Seduce Daphne (1), Chapter 120 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1), Chapter 121 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (2), Chapter 122 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (3), Chapter 123 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (4), Chapter 124 - Conspiracy In Progress (1), Chapter 125 - Conspiracy In Progress (2), Chapter 126 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (1), Chapter 127 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (2), Chapter 128 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (1), Chapter 129 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (2), Chapter 130 - The Four Hogwarts Representatives (3), Chapter 131 - The First Trial (1), Chapter 132 - The First Trial (2), Chapter 133 - King's Game (1), Chapter 134 - King's Game (2), Chapter 135 - King's Game (3), Chapter 136 - King's Game (4).


Chapter 119: New Novel!!!

I'm writing an original novel. If you're curious, take a look, and if you like it, add it to your library.

[I'm the Prince of Hell]

Synopsis:

It's been almost sixteen years since Lucifer disappeared, leaving his throne vacant. Hell has long since plunged into civil war. Seven Princes and Four Infernal Dukes, along with their Seventy-Two Infernal Legions, battle to occupy the Abyssal Throne of Hell in a bloody and horrific war.

Meanwhile, in the human world, Daemom Morningstar, a fifteen-year-old with the gift of seeing souls and infernal beings, receives an invitation to attend the mysterious Boarding School in Oregon, in the city of New Eden.

Unbeknownst to him, Daemom will become entangled in a chain of events that will lead him to discover the truth behind his lineage and, consequently, a path that will take him straight to his rightful place.

— The Abyssal Throne of Hell.

If you're wondering why I didn't post it on my account, know that the idiot author forgot he was logged into another account and only realized it after requesting the contract.


Chapter 120: Chapter 117 – Humbug (1)

Ginny was surprised that she was sharing a room with Ophelia, but she didn't complain; on the contrary, she was very happy to have someone in the room with her. It was her first time living alone in an unfamiliar place, and she felt it would be difficult to sleep alone.

Looking at the room that could only be worthy of a princess from the stories she had read, Ginny gasped with happiness. The entire room was decorated with beautiful white wallpaper with gold accents, a canopy bed with green sheets, a lovely dresser with snakes carved into the wood, and an absolutely wonderful wardrobe.

Thinking of her room at home and looking at the room before her, Ginny let go of any reservations about not going to Gryffindor. Even if her mother kicked her out of the house, she would never leave this room!

Jumping onto the bed, Ginny looked at the smile on Ophelia's face on the bed next to her and asked curiously.

"You seem so happy, Ophelia."

Ophelia laughed and played with her hair, twirling it around her finger. She turned her gaze to her new friend and replied with a smile.

"Asterion and I are relatives."

Ginny stopped jumping on the bed and went to her friend's bed extremely quickly, her eyes shining with curiosity and admiration. "Amazing! You're related to the most famous wizard in Britain!"

Ophelia felt her cheeks warm at Ginny's words. She also thought she was dreaming and that all this was a dream, but remembering the conversation she had, her lips curved into a very happy smile.

"Tell me everything!" Ginny said excitedly, all her shyness from the entrance ceremony completely gone.

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The next day.

Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Looking at Gilderoy Lockhart wearing a green suit and smiling brightly at the students from behind a desk, Asterion again showed a look of disgust on his face and didn't hide his animosity. The man was a fraud from head to toe. His very existence insulted the sacred profession of teaching.

"You don't seem to like Professor Lockhart, Asty." Looking at the expression of disgust on Asterion's face, Tracey asked in a low tone from the back row of seats in the classroom.

"He's a complete fraud, probably never faced a cursed spirit in his life, and wants to teach about defending against a dark wizard." Asterion replied, snorting coldly, his red eyes falling on Lockhart, who shuddered for some reason.

Daphne, Tracey, Theodore, and Blaise were surprised; it was the first time they had seen Asterion dislike someone so much. And from his tone, they detected even disgust and disdain.

"Are you saying the deeds in his books are fake?" Tracey asked, her voice lower than usual, her eyes wide with incredulity. As a fan of Gilderoy, Asterion's words were nothing short of heresy to her.

"The man is a level 3 wizard. Do you think someone like that can fight five vampires and come out alive? Older vampires are as fast as bullets from a Muggle gun. Besides, look up his academic records in the library, and you'll see that the man was talented in memory charms." Asterion asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Tracey was completely petrified; she didn't want to believe his words, but Asterion was someone she truly respected. She didn't think he would have animosity towards someone without reason.

But Gilderoy's next words completely shattered the hope that it was just a mistake on Asterion's part.

"Dear students, today we will start with a test. A very important test," Lockhart said, and with a wave of his wand, several sheets flew across the room and landed in front of each student.

"A test about me," he said, showing his impeccably white teeth. "Whoever gets all the questions right will receive a personal autograph from me."

Looking at the questions on the sheet, Tracey's eyes went lifeless. Even as a fan, she still had enough sense to understand that these ridiculous questions were nothing more than to inflate the professor's ego.

Remembering the hours she spent reading Lockhart's books, Tracey clenched her fists tightly and glared furiously at the fraud.

Taking the sheet, Asterion simply used a bit of magical energy and made the page combust, turning it into ashes in a second.

The smell of burning made Lockhart's eyes fall on Asterion. Seeing the ashes on the desk, he understood what had happened, and when he was about to reprimand the student with a charismatic laugh, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

Faced with those red eyes, Lockhart swallowed hard and showed a stiff smile to the young man with red eyes whom he finally recognized. Wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief he took from the upper pocket of his suit, he selectively ignored Asterion and continued teaching.

Seeing Lockhart do nothing against him, Asterion showed a disappointed look. He was about to demonstrate how to really kill a vampire so Lockhart could learn personally. Unfortunately, the man recognized him before he could do anything.

"I bought all these stupid books at the beginning of the year because of him. Now I'm going to burn them all when I get back to my room," Tracey said, gritting her teeth. The pain of spending so much money on books from a charlatan caused a pang in the heart of the teenager who believed in her idol.

As the saying goes – Never meet your idols, or you might be disappointed.

"Don't worry, at least we have Asterion's private lessons. Otherwise, we'd be just like the other houses stuck learning from Quirinus and now, Lockhart," Daphne reassured her friend, hugging her arm.

Tracey's face brightened considerably upon hearing this. Indeed, future classes with Lockhart would be a joke compared to Asterion's, a Special Grade Wizard.

For other houses, having private lessons with Asterion was something they could only dream of. But for Slytherin, it wasn't an unreal dream; they had one lesson a week with a true Special Grade wizard.

"Oh~ looks like we have a celebrity in our class, The-Girl-Who-Survived!" Lockhart looked at the girl with the most striking hair in his classroom and spoke loudly.

The smile on Rose's face stiffened upon hearing the new professor's words. With Asterion killing Voldemort, that title was almost never associated with her anymore. And she was more than happy for that to be the case! She hated the fame, especially fame she hadn't earned but rather inherited from her parents, earned with their own lives.

"Miss Potter. Can you tell me the answer to question number 15?" Lockhart asked confidently, expecting Rose to surely know the answer.

Looking at question number 15 on the sheet, Rose's lips twisted in an unusual manner.

[15. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday?]

Answer:

How on earth would she know the birthday of someone she had never met?

Nevertheless, Rose still responded with a mischievous smile.

"I don't know, Professor. I didn't meet you until the day of the new students' ceremony." When Rose's voice ceased, silence spread throughout the classroom.

Lockhart's bright smile stiffened, unable to believe his eyes. How could someone not know his birthday?

Then, there were some stifled laughs; many students tried their best not to laugh, but it was inevitable, as one couldn't take it anymore, the others followed suit.

As they laughed, Lockhart felt his own cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"That was a funny joke, Miss Potter," Lockhart said with a forced smile, changing the subject quickly. "Let's continue the lesson."

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

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New Novel: (I Am The Prince of Hell)

Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 118 - Ophelia's Mother (1), Chapter 119 - I Decided to Seduce Daphne (1), Chapter 120 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1), Chapter 121 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (2), Chapter 122 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (3), Chapter 123 - Arrival of the Twelve Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry (4), Chapter 124 - Conspiracy In Progress (1), Chapter 125 - Conspiracy In Progress (2), Chapter 126 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (1), Chapter 127 - Ophelia, Narcissa And Andromeda (2), Chapter 128 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (1), Chapter 129 - The Four Representatives of Hogwarts (2), Chapter 130 - The Four Hogwarts Representatives (3), Chapter 131 - The First Trial (1), Chapter 132 - The First Trial (2), Chapter 133 - King's Game (1), Chapter 134 - King's Game (2), Chapter 135 - King's Game (3), Chapter 136 - King's Game (4), Chapter 137 - King's Game (5), Chapter 138 - King's Game (6).


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