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Chapter 145: Chapter 142 - King's Game (10)

While Asterion didn't care about Grindelwald's arrival, others didn't think the same way. Hundreds of thousands of wizards and witches fell into complete silence; only the blinding flashes of cameras and the sound of the man's footsteps echoed throughout the place.

Gellert Grindelwald walked with his loyal adopted son following behind him with leisurely steps. He wore a simple black German suit with a gray tie, his hair perfectly combed, while a gentle smile played on his lips.

He looked like any kindly grandfather you might meet on the street, his charismatic aura emanating from his every gesture. However, one of his suit sleeves fluttered gently with his movements, revealing that he was missing one of his arms.

The duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald had a particularly costly consequence—the loss of one of the Dark Lord's limbs. Technically, Grindelwald should have died from Dumbledore's attack, but the seer sacrificed one of his arms to reshape reality and successfully survive the assault by the most powerful man in the world.

Grindelwald walked over to the VIP seats and smiled gently at the seven special-grade wizards present.

"Sorry for the delay, the traffic these days is terrible," he said with a cheerful laugh, his silver eyes falling on Albus Dumbledore.

"I see you're healthy, Albus." Ignoring the murderous glares from the ministers of magic from various countries, especially France and Germany, Joseph Weiss and Luis Delacour practically exuded a cold killing intent.

Joseph, as a special-grade wizard, looked at Grindelwald with a cold, deadly stare, already gripping his wand, ready to fight the Dark Lord at any moment.

"No fights, gentlemen and ladies, let's not forget the hundreds of thousands of wizards and witches present right now." Seeing the imminent battle, Albus had to intervene; a fight among seven special-grade wizards would easily kill almost everyone present without distinction.

Although Dumbledore's words prevented the fight from starting, they didn't alleviate the heavy atmosphere. On the contrary, anyone could see that the environment felt like a volcano, and when it erupted, it would bring a great disaster to all of England.

"What are you doing here, Dark Lord?" One of the few women who was a Special-Grade Wizard, Ingrid Bergström, the Swedish Minister of Magic, spoke coldly, her aura so icy it lowered the surrounding temperature.

"Ingrid, don't be angry, it wasn't anything personal." Transfiguring a chair to sit down, Grindelwald unbuttoned his suit and sat. His voice was gentle and warm.

Hearing this, Ingrid's face became extremely cold; the hand gripping the arm of the chair tightened so much that the wood cracked under the pressure of her strength.

"Hahaha," Ingrid laughed, her laugh full of veiled sarcasm. "It wasn't personal?"

"Three hundred and forty-three victims you killed!!!" she shouted, her voice echoing throughout the Quidditch stadium, the aura of a special-grade wizard spreading ruthlessly through the surroundings.

The hundred thousand wizards and witches felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their shoulders; even breathing had become a privilege few could afford at that moment. The ministers of magic who were not special-grade wizards were the most affected, as they were seated next to Ingrid.

The Italian Minister of Magic, in particular, was pale and had trouble breathing. He deeply regretted sitting next to this cold and cruel woman.

Grindelwald did not care about the woman's emotional outburst; he smiled gently at her and responded in a very simple tone. "Where you see murder, I see martyrs. They will be remembered as heroes when this world is pure again."

If Grindelwald had previously angered Ingrid, at this moment, the woman erupted from the purest fury.

"Innate Spell Manipulation – Hundred Winters – Glacial Era!!!"

But before the spell could be successfully cast, the powerful hand of Dumbledore touched Ingrid's shoulder. Looking down at her, Dumbledore spoke in an authoritative tone, his eyes calm as they met hers. "Calm down, Ingrid, or I will ask you to leave."

In the presence of the most powerful man in the world, Ingrid showed no fear; she shrugged off Dumbledore's hand and remained silent, fixing her eyes on the relaxed figure seated.

As if feeling her gaze, Grindelwald waved at her amicably and turned his curiosity back to the four giant screens positioned around the Quidditch stadium.

"England certainly has unique alchemical items," he commented, his chair intentionally placed next to Dumbledore's. His eyes focused on the screen showing the Hogwarts team, briefly settling on Luna before refocusing on Asterion and Rose.

Turning to Dumbledore, he rested his head on his hand and spoke with a laugh. "Rose reminds me of you at her age, always so arrogant."

"I wouldn't say the same; Asterion doesn't resemble you at all. Previously, he seemed like a block of ice. Fortunately, the child has improved this year," Dumbledore rolled his eyes and commented casually, his smile not fading since he had sat next to Grindelwald.

There was no responsibility, just the two of them chatting as they used to. There was no longer the most powerful man in the world or the fearsome Dark Lord. For a moment, it seemed as though they had returned to being simple boys that summer.

Both of them laughed at their own words.

"To what level did you restrict Asterion and Rose?" Grindelwald asked curiously.

"Grade 2," Dumbledore replied, looking at the two promising young wizards. He could see something happening between them but did not care, as it was part of his plan.

Unknowingly, Rose had the role of making Asterion more human, something that young Daphne had been doing the previous year. This could be seen in the significant change in Asterion this year; the boy seemed more like a normal child for his age.

What Dumbledore didn't know was that his successor was planning to marry Asterion, thereby uniting the factions and throwing away all his hard work of decades.

"You should have placed them at Grade 3. Both are too strong, even if they are limited to using only Grade 2 magical energy," Grindelwald commented casually.

"Hmmm…" Dumbledore simply nodded and continued watching the screen.

Looking at the two talking amicably, all the Ministers of Magic showed strange expressions.

"Is it just me, or do Dumbledore and Grindelwald seem to know each other very well, maybe too well?" The Brazilian Minister of Magic, Carlos da Silva Pereira, said with a curious tone, his eyes observing their close behavior with a slightly amused smile.

Unlike other present Ministers of Magic, he held no grudge against Grindelwald, making him the only one who seemed relaxed in the presence of the Dark Lord.

Hearing the Brazilian Minister's ambiguous words, Benjamim and Dmitri exchanged glances and considered a possibility, but immediately shook their heads, dismissing it.

It was such an absurd possibility that it would be tragically ironic. They were not in a fantasy book written by a woman desperate for money for something so ridiculous to occur.

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 143 - King's Game (11), Chapter 144 - King's Game (12), Chapter 145 - King's Game (13), Chapter 146 - Second Phase of the King's Game (1), Chapter 147 - Second Phase of the King's Game (2), Chapter 148 - Second Phase of the King's Game (3), Chapter 149 - Second Phase of the King's Game (4), Chapter 150 - Second Phase of the King's Game (5), Chapter 151 - Second Phase of the King's Game (6), 152 - Second Phase of the King's Game (7), 153 - Second Phase of the King's Game (8), 154 - Second Phase of the King's Game (9), 155 - Second Phase of the King's Game (10), 156 - Second Phase of the King's Game (11), 157 - Second Phase of the King's Game (12), 158 - Second Phase of the King's Game (13 e And), 159 - Death of Arcturus (1).


Chapter 146: Chapter 143 - King's Game (11)

Seeing that Rose had "recovered" her magical energy reserves, Asterion spoke while looking at Rose, who was leaning against the tree with her hands behind her head. "I'm going. Don't stray too far from Cedric and Luna."

Cedric, the poor boy, was still in shock from the news of the Dark Lord's arrival. On the other hand, Luna couldn't care less about Grindelwald. The delicate girl seemed to have more courage than Cedric, which made Asterion look at the Twilight vampire with slight disappointment. Even Edward Cullen had more bravery.

Hearing Asterion's words, Rose opened her eyes and showed a displeased expression. From Asterion's words, it seemed like she was an irresponsible person who didn't know how to control herself.

"Don't kill anyone, star boy~," she said in her sarcastic tone, her eyes looking at Asterion with an arrogant gaze.

"Humph!" Asterion snorted and returned her sarcastic words. "Do you think I'm like you?"

"I'll be back in a few minutes," he finished, using his innate technique. Behind Asterion, a curtain of darkness formed, and a pair of claws widened the portal. Three gigantic eyes emerged from the curtain. A cursed spirit, more terrifying than anything else, came out of the portal and fell to the ground. It looked like a centipede with claws instead of legs and two pairs of wings made of blood.

Seeing the cursed spirit, Rose's face showed disgust. "Did you have to choose the ugliest one? Now I can't eat anything."

Cedric, beside her, nodded in agreement with Rose's words. The cursed spirit that Asterion summoned was indeed ugly and grotesque.

"Who's the cutest boy~?"

Hearing the ethereal feminine voice, the lips of Rose, Asterion, and Cedric twisted abnormally. The sight of Luna petting the head of the cursed spirit was really hard to watch.

"You call that cute? I think there's something wrong with your concept of aesthetics," Rose commented, observing the infernal scene in front of her. Although she knew the peculiar girl was born missing a few screws, she didn't expect it to be at this level.

"You all judge by the cover; you have to read the content to understand," Luna replied, pouting at Rose's words and continuing to pet the cursed spirit.

The cursed spirit itself seemed uncomfortable with the girl's caress, squirming uncomfortably while letting out some grunts.

Pushing the pale-haired girl aside, Asterion climbed onto the cursed spirit. Without even waiting for his order, the cursed spirit flew upward, afraid of the strange girl.

"Cutie," Luna said, raising her hand in the air, looking sadly at the cursed spirit that was getting farther and farther away from her sight.

Rose's face twitched for a moment, seeing the longing and regret on the delicate face of the Ravenclaw girl.

"What a strange team I'm part of," Cedric whispered to himself. Sometimes he thought he was the only normal person on this team. Even Asterion, who seemed the most normal, was odd in his eyes, not to mention Rose and Luna, both of whom were at the very least chaotic.

Sighing again, Cedric focused on healing the members of the German team. Although Hans' condition had stabilized, he wanted to do his best to reduce future sequelae.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Asterion flew at a relatively high altitude, but it was enough for anyone in the arena to see him clearly. As for this, he was not worried. If possible, he wanted everyone to follow him and start attacking him, saving him time.

Unfortunately, after some time observing, there was no sign of any team following his obvious trail in the blue sky. On the contrary, everyone seemed to be hiding, their gazes looking at him from the darkness, watching him, looking for a weakness or any clue they could use against him.

This made him snort, but he didn't care and continued his flight, disappearing from the view of those teams.

"Let's leave the area immediately," Fleur stood up from the bushes she was hiding in and gave the order. Her teammates and the people enslaved by her charm nodded and quickly left the area, afraid that Asterion might come again.

Fleur's face was more dignified than ever. Even though she hadn't personally seen Rose Potter's fight with another unknown team, she saw the forest burning in blue flames from afar. The heatwave reached her, showing how terrifying that spell was.

She had to reevaluate her plans and prepare to fight against Rose and Asterion. Even limited to using Grade 2 strength, both were ultimately special-grade wizards, the pinnacle of power in the wizarding world.

A level she aspired to reach when she grew older. She had trained hard for this and would continue to train, not just for herself but for her family. The wizarding world was becoming increasingly dangerous, and to protect those who mattered to her, she would need the strength of a special-grade wizard.

Sighing, Fleur glanced at the people she had enslaved with her charm, her eyes falling on Matteo Romano, one of the members of the Italian team she had defeated.

Having enslaved people all her life with her charm, she knew exactly how a person fascinated by her behaved. Although Matteo was doing a good job acting, the pretense did not escape her sharp eyes.

Fleur was surprised that he had broken free from her charm, but after looking into his deep eyes, like two dark wells, she understood that the young man had mastered Occlumency, effectively warding off her charm with the mental arts of magic.

The captain of the French team did not immediately attack Matteo. On the contrary, Fleur pretended that everything was normal and continued with this act. She would let him think he was deceiving her, and when the right moment came, she would let him be a suitable pawn when she sacrificed him.

Poor Matteo, thinking he was hiding well enough, didn't know that his entire act was nothing more than a bad joke in the eyes of the terrifying woman that Fleur Delacour was.

Looking at his friend and captain being enslaved by the wicked witch, Matteo wanted to show some expression of pity or even try to wake Giovanni, but after thinking for a moment, he didn't.

The chances of him being caught were more than high. There was no reason to believe that Giovanni would understand the situation immediately upon waking and act as he did.

He wasn't talking about half an hour for him to adjust after waking up, but less than a second.

Who could analyze a situation in such a short period?

Therefore, Matteo just watched his friend being enslaved, unable to do anything to help him. His eyes fell on Fleur Delacour, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, but also the most frightening he had ever encountered.

It can be said that seeing Fleur enslaving every man they met sent a shiver down his spine every time he witnessed the terrifying sight.

Fleur Delacour – The Witch of Seduction.

Matteo felt that the epithet given to Fleur was nothing more than fitting.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Asterion had spotted his primary targets.

The Spanish Team!

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Author's thoughts:

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

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 144 - King's Game (12), Chapter 145 - King's Game (13), Chapter 146 - Second Phase of the King's Game (1), Chapter 147 - Second Phase of the King's Game (2), Chapter 148 - Second Phase of the King's Game (3), Chapter 149 - Second Phase of the King's Game (4), Chapter 150 - Second Phase of the King's Game (5), Chapter 151 - Second Phase of the King's Game (6), 152 - Second Phase of the King's Game (7), 153 - Second Phase of the King's Game (8), 154 - Second Phase of the King's Game (9), 155 - Second Phase of the King's Game (10), 156 - Second Phase of the King's Game (11), 157 - Second Phase of the King's Game (12), 158 - Second Phase of the King's Game (13 e And), 159 - Death of Arcturus (1).


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