"He wants to talk to me." Crouching in the forest, among the bushes and trees, Luna muttered to herself, ignoring the ancient and powerful whisper in her ear. "He's no cute at all, I prefer Baskerville."
"Free me, I promise you glory, gold and power, you will be Queen of Britain, just like I did with Morgana." His whisper was full of endless temptations, glorious and empty promises. He offered a golden crown, but in Luna's eyes this crown was only painted gold, its interior was rusty bronze.
"Morgana died skewered by her own brother/husband's Excalibur, I don't want to be queen, I'd rather just be Luna and nothing more". Luna replied by drawing a woman holding a scythe, with other figures, men and women, appearing beside her.
"Their destiny cannot be yours. Imagine, you rule these sacred lands, I can give you Excalibur, you who wield it will rule this entire land. Everyone would bow down to you and listen to your every whim, you would be a god to them." He kept trying, his male voice soft but powerful, the voice of an experienced ruler.
Luna didn't change at all listening to his temptations, she might be missing a few screws in her head, but she wasn't stupid enough to believe such an empty promise without proof. And even if there was proof, she wouldn't dare accept it.
She agreed with something Asterion had said: If you want to be king, you have to bear the burden that comes with it.
Luna didn't think that her small, delicate body could bear the weight, especially since Asterion wanted to become King of England in the near future.
She had no doubt that if she dared to stand in his way, he would kill her without hesitation. Because they were friends, he would let her die painlessly.
So, as tempting as it was to be queen and all that, Luna ignored the words of the former King of Camelot. It was suicide, and she wanted to live many more years, especially to save endangered magical creatures.
Perhaps he noticed that Luna didn't seem to be interested, and the soft, powerful voice changed to a cold, indifferent one.
"You think you can refuse my proposal without consequences, little human. I'll torture your mind and watch you beg on your knees while I listen to your screams of agony and pain."
"Well, that's bad news." Luna commented as she heard the voice in her ear. She knew that the old king was in a very bad mood, which she didn't blame him for. If she was sealed away for more than a thousand years, she would also be in a very bad mood.
However, this was not good news for her. Even though the Old King couldn't use much power because he was still sealed, a remnant of his power was enough to make her life a living hell.
Luckily, Luna wasn't helpless, she was at Hogwarts! Her friends included Asterion Black, the Black Prince, and Rose Potter, the Space Princess!
She had the capital to defend herself against the Old King.
Suddenly, Luna's delicate face contorted in sheer agony, her muscles no longer seemed to obey her, her heart felt like it was being held by a five-fingered claw.
Luna's face turned pale as she fell to her knees, gasping for breath. Gritting her teeth, she looked up at the castle on the hill and whispered, her eyes shining with an intent silver light.
"O dear king, though I am an ant before your overwhelming power, an ant can invite an equally great king!"
"Do you think there is a king worthy of facing me in this empty, simple-minded age?"
The male voice sounded tyrannical as a roar hit Luna's mind.
"King Uther fought me and failed, his son King Arthur fought me and failed and had to seal me away with the help of that damned sorcerer called Merlin. When I come out of that damned seal, I'll bathe this whole land in blood, I'll fill whole rivers with blood and corpses."
But Luna smiled when she heard the voice of the old king. "O great king, you may be surprised how much the world has changed. Though the human race no longer has the protection of the witch gods, we have something better and greater - hope!"
Luna spoke every word as she stood up, despite the protests of her body, took a step forward and walked towards the castle. Her feet bled as they came in contact with the sharp stones and spikes on the ground.
"Hope? What a ridiculous and insignificant word, little human, hope is for the weak, the strong can do anything." The voice answered Luna again with sarcasm and irony.
However, Luna smiled brightly as she replied with the same sarcasm and irony. "O great king, you forget that you just begged me to free you with empty promises and a rusty crown!"
There was a moment of silence before a huge roar rang out in Luna's mind, a sound so loud that blood began to drip from the young Ravenclaw's ears and nose.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR FLESH AND FEED IT TO THE PIGS TO FEAST ON, YOU DAMNED HUMAN, HOW DARE YOU HUMILIATE ME!!!"
"Someone looks angry." Luna commented fearlessly as she wiped the blood from her nose with her hand. Her face was streaked with dried blood, but she didn't lose her smile for a moment.
The angrier the Old King became, the more she was able to help Asterion and Rose once this abomination from the Ancient Era was gone.
I will show you that there is still a king worthy of fighting you, Your Majesty!
Ignoring the pain she felt, Luna walked on, leaving a trail of blood on the bumpy ground. Her eyes didn't stop shining for a moment.
The angrier the old king became, the more futures she could see, every variable, every knot of fate, every decision that would affect this fight.
The countless futures unfolded before her like pages in a book, thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of millions of possibilities, but she only needed one!
Just one!
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Below Hogwarts, in a dark and vast place, a gigantic being lay coldly on the ground, colossal chains clinging to it beneath its shimmering white scales, trapping the beast from every possible direction.
A crown of golden horns rose proudly from a head the size of a five-story building. A pair of golden reptilian eyes opened, and in that bestial gaze, an unusual fury blazed like a volcanic eruption.
A sword enameled in the color of kings was embedded in the creature's head, piercing the so-called impenetrable scales and sinking into the winged beast's flesh.
Just by looking at it, an entire army of one thousand men could gain the morale to fight three hundred thousand men!
The sword looked like a work of art made by the hands of the gods, its silver blade appeared milky white and shone with a sharp light, fairy runes were written along the blade. The blue and gold enameled hilt shone brightly.
The whole sword was surrounded by tiny golden lights, making the appearance of the legendary sword even more legendary.
However, despite all the fury, the dragon didn't move a muscle and didn't even seem to be able to open its monstrous mouth. When it closed its eyes, the beast calmed down and everything fell silent again.
You're all dead, I swear on my name.
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Author's thoughts: I'm feeling better, I went to the hospital and had some injections and after a day's rest, I'm finally recovering. Thank you for your patience with me during this time. There will be another update for you later today.
Hermione was clutching a book as she walked through the corridors of Hogwarts towards the library of the castle, but her steps stopped. Her brown eyes were fixed on the foot-shaped bloodstains.
It was early in the morning and there were hardly any students in the corridor. Hermione frowned and drew her wand; after the attack on Hogwarts, she and almost all the students had acquired a skill that many veterans possessed after years of fighting cursed spirits - caution.
Shifting her steps, her eyes following the bloody footsteps on the ground, Hermione showed a look of determination and, after a moment's thought, stepped forward.
With only her footsteps echoing down the corridor, Hermione followed the trail of blood, a book in one hand and her wand in the other. Her nose comforted itself gently, picking up the strongest scent of blood.
Hermione noticed that the more she followed the bloody footsteps, the more she noticed that the footsteps seemed to be heading towards the stairs that led to the Slytherin common room.
Quickening her pace, Hermione turned the corner to the left and came upon a small figure leaning against the wall opposite the stairs leading down to the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was located.
Hermione's eyes widened in horror at the sight of Luna's condition. She was obviously badly bruised, her skin so pale that there seemed to be no blood left in her body.
Dried, clotted blood pooled in both of her ears. Her almost silver blonde hair was clinging to her sweaty face. And despite the whole situation, she was still smiling brightly.
"Hermione, help me get to Asterion!" Without even looking back to see who was behind her, Luna spoke in a weak, hoarse voice.
"What in Merlin's name has happened to you?" Helping Luna to her feet, Hermione couldn't help but ask worriedly. The pitiful state Luna was in certainly shocked her.
"Just an angry king." Smiling, Luna stepped forward with Hermione's help and started down the spiral staircase. Her smile didn't falter for a moment, even though her body was vehemently protesting her actions.
"King?" Hermione's expression was a mixture of confusion and disbelief. Even though she knew that Luna was a little crazy and had some screws missing in her head, she didn't think it had come to this.
She might have believed Luna more if she'd said she was a cursed spirit, but a king? What on earth was a king supposed to mean? Besides, there was no king in England except Her Majesty the Queen of England!
Luna just laughed at her question and didn't answer, showing a mysterious smile. "You'll know when you hear what I'm going to tell Asterion."
Hermione rolled her eyes and glared at the delicate girl, who looked more like a moon elf, but she remained silent, concentrating on helping Luna down the stairs carefully.
The next thing Hermione knew she was standing in front of an oval door, a silver snake encircled the door, its eyes were large emeralds that, if sold, would probably make someone a millionaire in the wizarding world.
"I don't know what the password to the Slytherin common room is, it's probably something very complicated..." Hermione's words stopped abruptly, her eyes widening as she watched the doors open with a simple word from Luna.
"Pureblood."
Hermione's lips couldn't help but twitch as she stared at the open door in annoyance. She hadn't expected the password to be so easy.
Entering the room, Hermione couldn't help but notice how luxurious the Slytherin common room was compared to the Gryffindor common room. The light cast a pale shade of green on the walls, while beautiful hand-carved furniture decorated the entire room.
Hermione assumed that a lot of the school's money went to support this luxurious environment. Shaking her head, she ignored the thrones by the fireplace and focused on the moment.
"How are we going to find Asterion's room?" Hermione asked worriedly, there were too many rooms, especially in the boys' dormitory.
"Go to the boys' dormitory, I know which room it is." Luna said in an increasingly weak tone.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary?" Seeing her face turn even paler, like marble, if that was possible, Hermione suggested with an expression that was clearly concerned for the Ravenclaw's health.
"I'm not going to die, at least not today." Luna's eyes glowed with a silver hue as she said this. With a helpless expression on her face, Hermione sighed and helped Luna walk.
Passing countless rooms, the Gryffindor girl stopped when she heard Luna's voice.
"We're here."
Looking at the room, Hermione saw that it was the same as every other room she had seen before.
Hermione didn't care if she woke Asterion, she stepped forward and anxiously knocked on the door with her fists.
Noticing no movement, Hermione was about to increase her knocking when the door opened and Asterion appeared before her, wearing only sweatpants and a bare chest.
"I have to say, I never thought I'd see a Gryffindor trample a Slytherin." Ignoring the young girl's flushed cheeks, Asterion commented sarcastically, but his gaze soon fell on Luna, or rather, her terrible condition.
Frowning, Asterion approached Luna and took her by the arms, leading her into the room. Hermione hesitated for a moment, but entered the room anyway.
Once in the room, Hermione looked around curiously and noticed a figure on the bed under the sheets; although she couldn't see who it was, she could recognize the beautiful hair of Daphne Greengrass.
Her cheeks grew even hotter as she imagined what had happened the night before.
Ignoring a perverted Hermione, Asterion gently placed Luna in his chair. He checked her wounds with his second innate technique and couldn't help but notice something strange.
A strange magical energy was coursing through Luna's body, causing damage. What was strange was that this magical energy was different from the magical energy of witches and the negative magical energy of cursed spirits.
It really confused him, what was this magical energy?
Taking a pot of healing magic from Baskerville's belly, Asterion removed the cork with his finger and carefully poured the green liquid onto the young woman's tender lips.
Throughout the process, Asterion continued to use [Imperfect Destruction of Truth] to evaluate this strange magical energy and the properties it contained.
The healing pool had no effect on this strange magical energy, almost as if it nullified the effects of the healing potion, turning the magical liquid into something like water.
Asterion noticed that the main characteristics of this magical energy were "Order", "Command", and "Rule". Frankly speaking, it was different from an innate technique, it was more like a natural property of this magical energy.
"Morgan." Asterion spoke and Morgan appeared beside him, discreetly wiping the remains of cookies from the corner of his mouth.
"Clean the magical energy from Luna's body." Asterion ordered.
Morgan's eyes glowed with a phosphorescent hue. With a single look, Luna, who had been in a critical condition, recovered almost instantly.
Hermione's eyes widened in shock as she understood why Luna didn't want to go to the hospital.
"O great king, your loyal subject thanks you for your kindness and mercy in saving a mere commoner like me." Luna said her thanks while acting out a medieval scene.
Asterion rolled his eyes at the obvious and subtle prediction of the young woman's future. He really didn't like clairvoyants. Always meddling in other people's affairs.
"Now tell me why you were in that state and what that strange energy in your body is." Asterion asked in a low tone, not wanting to wake Daphne, who was lying gently on the bed.
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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 182 - The Old King of Camelot (3), Chapter 183 - Second Trial of the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1), Chapter 184 - Second Trial of the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry (2), Chapter 185 - Second Trial of the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry (3), Chapter 186 - Second Trial of the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry (4), Chapter 187 - Second Test of the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry (5), Chapter 188 - Asterion & Daphne (R-18), Chapter 189 - Asterion & Daphne, Chapter 190 - How to Train Your Dragon (1), Chapter 191 - How to Train Your Dragon (2), Chapter 192 - How to Train Your Dragon (3), Chapter 193 - How to Train Your Dragon (4), Chapter 194 - Dragon Race (1), Chapter 195 - Dragon Race (2), Chapter 196 - Dragon Race (3).
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