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Chapter 161: Chapter 158 - Second Phase of the King's Game (13 e And)

When the sun rose on the horizon on the third day, the entire Arena, where the Game of Kings was taking place, began to tremble. From the trees to the mountains, everything started to shake. 

At the highest peak, Luna, who was sitting on the throne, looked up, prompting everyone else to follow her gaze towards the sky. 

The lion roared in the sky, the eagle let out its sharp cry, the badger stood proudly on its hind legs, and the serpent coiled and hissed. A series of words appeared beneath the animals: 

 [Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.] 

Asterion, Rose, Cedric, and Luna gazed at the Hogwarts crest with different emotions. 

Asterion, in particular, knew that his participation in this tournament was part of a vicious conspiracy plotted by others, although he had yet to discover the purpose. But at that moment, seeing the Hogwarts crest rising in the sky, he felt a sense of belonging. 

"It's not over yet; we still have two more tasks to win," Cedric murmured, but they all heard him, making Rose and Luna smile. 

"In the next task, I'll have a bigger role than just sleeping on a throne," Luna grumbled, feeling relaxed, her expression adorably capable of making anyone want to pinch her cheeks. 

Asterion and Cedric, being boys, couldn't do something as impolite as touching a girl without her permission, but Rose had no such reservations. She grabbed Luna's cheeks with a cruel smile and stretched them in different directions. 

Luna couldn't escape Rose's grasp and looked pitifully at Asterion and Cedric, silently pleading for help, but all she received were amused looks. Apparently, both boys were more than satisfied to see Luna suffering at Rose's hands. 

Suddenly, the entire Highest Mountain began to shake. The last thing they saw was the entire Arena collapsing before their eyes. All the transfiguration placed on the site completely unraveled. 

All participants were apparated back to Hogwarts. 

Asterion sighed in relief, feeling solid ground beneath his feet, and closed his eyes as an avalanche of blinding flashes overwhelmed his vision. Thunderous cheers filled the air, making the entire Quidditch stadium feel like it was shaking. 

Getting used to the flashes of light, he opened his eyes and saw the entire stadium roaring. He recognized his name, as well as Rose's, Cedric's, and Luna's. There were others, but the stadium was so loud that he wasn't sure if he heard them correctly. 

"Let's give a round of applause for all the competitors of the Game of Kings," Asterion heard Dumbledore's voice echoing throughout the stadium, and he looked towards the VIP seats. 

He saw the old wizard standing in front of the microphone, his blue eyes behind the lenses fixed on him with an intrigued smile. It was obvious that the shocking discovery of the second innate technique had piqued the interest of the most powerful wizard in the world. 

Dumbledore's voice continued to echo.

"What we witnessed today was a spectacle of camaraderie, strength, strategy, and the effort of all our participants. Every competitor gave their all in a truly glorious battle that will be recorded in the history of all our beautiful countries. I am proud to say that together, we have created something truly spectacular." 

A barrage of enthusiastic and euphoric applause followed Dumbledore's words. The man had a way of captivating people that would make any politician envious. 

Asterion, who wasn't particularly interested in Dumbledore's speech, noticed Grindelwald sitting next to Dumbledore's seat. 

The Black Heir blinked a few times, trying to understand if he had really seen Grindelwald. After taking a closer look, he confirmed that the most wanted man in the world was indeed sitting in the middle of a stadium filled with hundreds of thousands of wizards and witches. 

This left Asterion speechless. Although he knew that the man would come to the show that they themselves had orchestrated, seeing him so relaxed gave the impression that Grindelwald was completely at ease at that moment. 

As if sensing his gaze, Grindelwald turned to him, his silver eyes like two pale moons in the sky, and smiled gently at him. 

"Congratulations on winning the Game of Kings, young Asterion," the Black Heir heard the Dark Wizard's voice in his ear, even from this distance. 

Asterion nodded to him, silently thanking him for the kind words, and began clapping as Dumbledore finished his speech. 

When the speech ended, the medical team began urgently taking the competitors away, especially Fleur and Alexei, both of whom were in critical condition. But with some rare potions and magic, they would probably recover before the Second Task officially began. 

Hopefully so… 

Approaching Rose, Asterion crouched down and whispered calmly in her ear, "Rose, take control of the crowd when you're interviewed. I have to speak with the Dark Lord." 

Rose nodded and looked at Grindelwald with a frown. It was more than obvious that she did not like the mass murderer known as Gellert Grindelwald. 

Sensing her gaze, his silver eyes, which reminded them of Luna, met hers with a gentle look, like a grandfather gazing at his granddaughter. If she didn't know any better, it would have been hard to believe that such an elegant and kind-looking old man was one of the worst Dark Lords ever to walk this planet. 

The man who had caused the death of twenty-five million Muggles and countless wizards and witches. 

"Be careful with him. He's like a snake hiding its fangs," Rose warned cautiously, seeing the gentle smile on the Dark Lord's face. 

Seeing Rose so full of concern for him, Asterion stepped closer and kissed her cheek tenderly.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm more than capable of protecting myself," he said, and without waiting for her response, he walked away with firm steps, leaving the fourteen-year-old girl with flushed cheeks. 

"I wasn't worried about you, idiot. I just don't want to see him kicking your arrogant butt," Rose muttered, still blushing, refusing to show any weakness. 

Asterion had no idea what Rose had said; otherwise, he would have turned back and smacked her on the head in frustration. 

In a corridor beneath the stadium, Asterion leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, looking up with a calm expression. 

Suddenly, footsteps echoed, and a figure emerged from the shadows—it was Grindelwald, dressed in a simple yet elegant German suit, devoid of any opulence. 

"Apologies for the delay. I have many eyes watching me," Grindelwald said. 

"Get to the point, Lord Grindelwald," Asterion replied, not in the mood for riddles. 

Grindelwald wasn't offended by Asterion's abrupt interruption. He looked at the young man and spoke. 

"I want you to succeed me in case I die," he said in a simple tone, as if death was no big deal to him. 

Asterion looked at the man in surprise and frowned. "You can see the future, you can escape any assassination. How could you die so easily?" 

"That's because I can't see the future I'm about to create," Grindelwald replied, his voice filled with joy and gentleness, seemingly at peace with the fact that he couldn't foresee the outcome of his own actions. 

"So, what do you say, young Asterion? Will you succeed me?" Grindelwald asked, gazing at Asterion with a genuinely kind look, like a grandfather passing on his legacy to his grandson.

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 159 - Death of Arcturus (1), Chapter 160 - Death of Arcturus (2), Chapter 161 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (1), Chapter 162 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (2), Chapter 163 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (3), Chapter 164 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (4), Chapter 165 - Vellory of Arcuturus Black (1), Chapter 166 - Vellory of Arcuturus Black (2), Chapter 167 - Vellory of Arcuturus Black (3), Chapter 168 - Vellory of Arcuturus Black (4), Chapter 169 - Torture and Secrets (1), Chapter 170 - Torture and Secrets (2), Chapter 171 - Conspiracies and Secrets (1), 172 - Conspiracies and Secrets (2).

 

 

 


Chapter 162: Chapter 159 - Death of Arcturus (1)

Asterion returned to the stadium with a calm expression, but inside, he was deeply shaken. 

He wasn't surprised that Grindelwald had asked him to succeed him, but it was the plan that Grindelwald had revealed that left Asterion completely stunned by the audacity of the Dark Lord's scheme. 

He had thought the God Creation Plan of the Black House was bold, but what Grindelwald was about to do was blasphemy of the highest order. No! Not even blasphemers could be as mad as Gellert Grindelwald. 

Still a bit dazed, Asterion noticed Narcissa approaching him with her usual calm expression, but he knew his cousin too well to recognize that she was more than nervous at that moment. A bad feeling sprouted in his chest. And when Special Grade Wizards had a sense of foreboding that something bad was about to happen, it usually became reality. 

His thoughts were confirmed as Narcissa drew closer and whispered, "Arcturus is calling for you." 

Asterion took a deep breath and clenched his fists. He understood—Arcturus was going to ask him to kill him! 

In this moment of celebration, with joyful and excited voices all around, Asterion felt as though his world was gradually turning gray. 

Closing his eyes, he felt the sounds growing more distant, and when he had completely calmed himself, he slowly opened his eyes, revealing two red orbs. 

"I will say goodbye to Daphne. Bring the whole family," Asterion calmly ordered, ignoring Narcissa's concerned expression. 

Narcissa hesitated to obey, seeing Asterion's completely expressionless face, but she nodded after meeting his majestic gaze. 

As Narcissa's figure receded, Asterion walked toward the stands, where he found his fiancée talking with her friends. 

Daphne, who was chatting with Tracey, noticed her fiancé approaching. She smiled brightly, but her smile quickly faded when she saw his eyes—so cold they could freeze hell. 

Daphne wasn't afraid of him and stepped closer, asking, "Did something happen, Asty?" 

"Arcturus," Asterion replied briefly, causing Daphne's eyes to narrow sharply. She quickly connected the dots and looked at him with a sad expression before embracing him. 

"I'll be here when you need me," she murmured in his ear, her voice filled with melancholy. She knew how important Arcturus was to Asterion—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Arcturus was practically a father to him. 

Asterion nodded and kissed her forehead tenderly before saying his goodbye. 

"We'll talk more later."

Daphne nodded and watched his back with concern. For some reason, she felt that her fiancé was carrying the weight of the world. This frustrated her to no end—she wasn't a delicate porcelain doll, yet she couldn't do anything to help Asterion. This wounded her pride and made her feel powerless for the first time. 

"We will walk side by side, Asterion. I swear in Merlin's name," she whispered, clenching her fists, her blue eyes filled with determination.

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Ophelia had always imagined that when she walked into Black Manor, it would be a happy occasion because she would finally be meeting her mother. But she was wrong. 

Her great-uncle, whom she had never met, was dying, making the entire situation deeply depressing. 

She ignored the luxurious mansion she had only ever imagined seeing in books and looked at the old man in the bed with tears in her eyes. He looked skeletal, with no fat on his body, his bones pressed against his skin, making him appear extremely fragile. 

His hair was completely white and lifeless, dry, and brittle. 

For some reason, Ophelia felt dark ripples emanating from his body, as if something within him was on the verge of breaking free at any moment. 

"Asterion," Arcturus's dry lips moved as he called out his great-grandson's name. 

"Yes, great-grandfather," Asterion said calmly, holding Arcturus's skeletal hand. 

"You have been my pride. From the moment I took you from the orphanage, you became the most important thing to me—my legacy and my honor to my ancestors," his voice, though weak, was firm and gentle. He sounded relieved. "I would have liked to see you marry and have your own children, but I've already been selfish enough to leave my wife alone for so long." 

Arcturus turned his head with difficulty and looked around the room full of people, focusing especially on his irresponsible grandson, who was trying not to cry. 

"Look at you, still a child at the end of my life—what a disappointment, my unworthy, drunken grandson," he said, glaring at Sirius. 

"You old bastard, can't you be kind even at the last moment we'll see each other?" Sirius responded with a bitter laugh under his grandfather's accusing gaze. But he smiled, seeing that his grandfather seemed to have accepted death with peace. 

"And who are you, little one?" Arcturus asked, looking at the young girl with black hair and red eyes, much like Asterion's. However, the girl had no trace of cursed energy in her body, indicating that she hadn't inherited the innate technique of the Black House. 

"Pleasure to meet you, Great-Grandfather. I'm Ophelia Black, Bellatrix's daughter," she said. Arcturus smiled at the girl's politeness. He didn't ask about her origins—it no longer mattered. He was simply happy that the Black House had gained another member.

"Be a good girl and study hard," Arcturus said gently, shifting his gaze to Cygnus's three daughters. "Your father and mother would be proud to see the dazzling women you've all become. Except for you, Bellatrix." 

His sentence ended with a chuckle as he mentioned Bellatrix. 

"They'd probably lock me in a room and forget the key," Bellatrix muttered loud enough for everyone to laugh despite the sadness hanging in the air. 

"Narcissa, when I'm gone, Asterion will need someone to help him manage all the Black family estates," Arcturus said, looking at Narcissa, who was dressed in her elegant black gown. 

"Yes, Great-Uncle," Narcissa lowered her head, trying to hide her red eyes from all the crying. 

Then Arcturus's gaze fell on the gentlest of Cygnus's three daughters, Andromeda. "As the patriarch of the House of Black, I decree that all descendants of Andromeda Tonks may reclaim the Black name." His words left both Nymphadora and Andromeda wide-eyed with shock. 

Arcturus then turned his gaze to his other great-grandchildren, Draco and Dorea Malfoy. 

"Stay strong and honor your house's name, hold your heads high, and be proud of where you come from," he said in a gentle tone, finally addressing them all with warmth. 

Draco and Dorea nodded repeatedly, not daring to disobey the old patriarch's words. 

"Come, Asterion," Arcturus said firmly but kindly, looking at his great-grandson. 

Asterion gritted his teeth, gently lifting Arcturus's frail body as he exited the room under everyone's sorrowful gazes. 

"Where are they going?" Ophelia asked, confused by what was happening, but her eyes remained fixed on Bellatrix. However, the girl was disappointed to see that her mother didn't even glance at her. 

"It's something every heir and patriarch does at the end of the life of each Black family patriarch," Sirius explained to his niece, gently stroking her hair. 

"And what would that be, Uncle Scoundrel?" Ophelia asked her scruffy-looking uncle. 

Laughter echoed through the room at the way Ophelia addressed Sirius. 

"Nothing a child needs to know," Sirius replied in a helpless tone. Clearly, he thought of himself as a handsome and mature uncle—how could he possibly be a scoundrel!?

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Next Chapter Second Volume: , Chapter 160 - Death of Arcturus (2), Chapter 161 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (1), Chapter 162 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (2), Chapter 163 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (3), Chapter 164 - First Phase of God's Creation Plan (4), Chapter 165 - Vellory of Arcuturus Black (1), Chapter 166 - Vellory of Arcuturus Black (2), Chapter 167 - Vellory of Arcuturus Black (3), Chapter 168 - Vellory of Arcuturus Black (4), Chapter 169 - Torture and Secrets (1), Chapter 170 - Torture and Secrets (2), Chapter 171 - Conspiracies and Secrets (1), 172 - Conspiracies and Secrets (2).

 

 


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