"Those equestrian outfits make you look incredibly beautiful, Daph, your ass looks huge." Rose said, her eyes fixed on Daphne's buttocks, which were perfectly outlined by the tight white pants. Showing off her ass in all its glory.
Daphne blinked a few times when she heard this and looked at herself in the mirror, she took a few poses and confirmed that what Rose had said was the truth. With those tight-fitting clothes, what had previously been hidden by the baggy skirt of her school uniform was revealed.
If you're wondering why she was dressed like that, it was just to test it out and see how it looked. The result left Daphne very satisfied, she looked beautiful.
Turning to look at Rose, Daphne looked at her future wife/sister. She was dressed similarly to her, but instead of her dark green suit and white pants, Rose was wearing a dark red suit with black pants.
And she had to admit, Rose was a sight for sore eyes, which made Daphne a little envious. Her beauty was slim and elegant, while Rose's beauty was larger and full of curves, especially her breasts and buttocks, which were perfectly outlined by the tight clothes.
Suddenly, the door opened and Asterion entered, wearing a dark green suit, black pants and boots.
As he entered, he noticed the scene inside the room and couldn't help looking at the two young women. Daphne and Rose looked beautiful in their equestrian outfits, perfectly outlining their slim, fit bodies.
Although he was confused as to why Daphne was wearing those clothes, since she wasn't going to take part in the race in this second trial.
"You both look beautiful." Asterion wasn't stingy with his compliments and spoke in a calm tone. Whether it was Daphne or Rose, they both sensed the warm look hidden behind his apparently calm gaze.
"You look beautiful too, darling." Daphne approached Asterion and spoke, kissing his lips in a soft, chaste kiss.
Rose nodded as she stared mostly at Asterion's ass with a glowing eye. Women liked to appreciate beautiful things and squeeze them often, she was no different and Asterion's ass was begging to be groped.
If Asterion had known her thoughts, he would have rolled his eyes and retorted to her words. It was Rose's ass that was practically screaming to be groped.
Perhaps noticing her gaze, Asterion grabbed Daphne's slender waist and beckoned Rose with his eyes.
Although confused, Rose moved closer and to her surprise, Asterion pulled her closer, the next second she felt the soft touch of lips and was shocked to realize that she was kissing Asterion.
But she didn't think much of the moment and gave herself over to the kiss. Unlike her first impulsive kiss inside the tent before the First Trial, she was much more comfortable at the moment and enjoyed the taste of his lips.
Their lips crossed in a more aggressive kiss, eager for each other, both savoring the taste of each other.
Seeing her fiancé kissing another woman in front of her, Daphne was at first upset, but she knew it would happen sooner or later. So she let out a helpless sigh and let everything take its course.
Daphne had already accepted Rose when she had signed the agreement between the three parties, she wouldn't be stingy enough to deprive Rose of Asterion's touch because of jealousy.
After a while, the kiss ended and Rose reluctantly broke away from his lips. She wanted more, kissing really was so good, especially with someone you liked.
"Better than the first time." Asterion commented with an amused smile playing on his lips, remembering the impulsive kiss Rose had given him.
Rose rolled her eyes and glared at Asterion, she didn't want this story to be known to Daphne. She would be teased about it all her life.
"Although I'm curious what her first kiss was like, we're almost late for the stadium." Daphne said, looking at them both.
Sighing with relief, Rose looked gratefully at Daphne. She turned her gaze to Asterion and spoke, regaining her confidence. "You'll be surprised by my dragon"
Asterion and Daphne looked curiously at Rose, she had already said that she was preparing a potion to purify her dragon's draconic bloodline. Honestly, if it were anyone else, even Snape, a famous potions master, Asterion would doubt that he could create such a potion.
But as it was Rose, who possessed the Six Eyes and could calculate almost anything she wanted with the infinite flow of information, Asterion believed that such a potion could exist in the near future.
Even so, he was surprised to notice the pride on Rose's face when talking about her dragon.
Could she have made it in less than a week? Asterion thought, his lips curving into a smile.
Thinking of something amusing, Asterion spoke in an encouraging tone. "If you come first, I'll grant you any wish you may have."
Rose's eyes lit up at his words. What does anything mean? Is that what she was thinking?
Seeing the slightly perverted smile on Rose's lips, Daphne was speechless, a moment ago Rose was acting like any virgin, blushing at any kiss.
"Stop flirting and let's go, we're almost late." Daphne said, letting out a tired sigh. Rose proved to be someone she imagined herself to be, a chaotic force of nature.
Fortunately, her Innate Technique, The Heart of Nature, could control nature or she would be having trouble dealing with this tornado in the form of a fourteen-year-old girl.
Asterion and Rose stopped playing and nodded, they looked at each other and smiled.
"We're going to win." Rose said with a confident smile.
"If we don't win, I'll punish you, Rose." Asterion spoke in a calm tone, but the amused look in his eyes showed that he would be enjoying himself if she lost.
Snorting coldly, Rose pulled Asterion's hand and Daphne's hand, pulling them both out of the house.
It didn't take long for the three of them to arrive at the completely packed Quadrilboll stadium. It seemed even more crowded than when the Game of Kings took place.
"Remember to win." Daphne said, giving Asterion a kiss on the lips and a gentle kiss on Rose's cheek. Then she said goodbye to them both and headed towards the stands where all her friends were.
Rose touched her cheek with a stunned expression and looked at the figure walking away with a blush appearing on her cheeks.
"Stop acting like a lovesick maiden and let's go." Seeing Rose's state, Asterion rolled his eyes and spoke with a teasing tone.
He had to admit, Daphne really could make anyone fall in love with her. The woman was perfect when it came to managing relationships.
Rose, hearing his words, couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed. Daphne's kiss was too unexpected for her.
Taking a deep breath to calm her increasingly uncontrollable feelings, she followed Asterion to the Hogwarts tent, alongside all the other tents of the schools that were qualified to take part.
Entering the tent, they both saw Luna and Cedric.
Luna was wearing equestrian clothes, a blue suit and white pants. Her slender, elegant and delicate figure was enhanced even more by her clothes. Cedric, on the other hand, wasn't wearing equestrian clothes, even at the end, he didn't manage to hatch the dragon egg, but Asterion noticed that apart from a certain despondency on his part, he showed a calmness that he hadn't had before.
This made him realize that Cedric was more mature, not as naive as before. The harsh comments from his colleagues really made him see that maintaining friendly relations with everyone wasn't right, some people simply weren't worth the time.
That was fine in Asterion's eyes, Cedric's future was in the Clock Tower acting as one of the Twelve Lords alongside him, and in the future, perhaps his foreign minister.
Just as Rose was about to greet both friends, a horn sounded loudly accompanied by a sea of deafening applause.
"Looks like it's started." Rose whispered to herself with an excited smile. "Good luck and win another trial!" Cedric looked at his friends and spoke with a bright smile, his green eyes showing no envy, only regret at not being by their side.
"We will." Luna spoke with a dreamy but equally happy tone.
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Leaving the Hogwarts tent, Asterion found himself surrounded by a sea of camera flashes and completely deafening applause. The whole stadium seemed to shake with the emotion of the people. A few draconic roars could be heard in the background, showing why the crowd was so excited.
With his eyes gradually getting used to the spicy, blinding lights, Asterion looked at his surroundings, his eyes soon settling on the huge starting line. At the starting line, all the dragons were lying motionless, although their mouths could move, guttural roars were escaping and some were clearly very angry at being in that position.
Asterion soon noticed that the dragons' positions were completely random, no member of the Hogwarts team was anywhere near his dragon.
Speaking of Ancalagon, Asterion's red eyes fixed on his dragon. Its reddish-black scales seemed to glow with the sunlight bathing them in a fiery glow. Its imposing and powerful crown of horns looked especially majestic.
Unlike other dragons, Ancalagon was completely still and kept his eyes closed despite all the noise around him, a behavior that reminded Asterion of Morgan.
In terms of size, Ancalagon was undoubtedly the largest dragon. His body was an incredible fifteen meters long, not counting his tail. With its wings fully unfolded, its wingspan reached a terrifying sixty meters.
Honestly, placed side by side with other dragons, Ancalagon looked like a calm father while his children were making a fuss all around.
Asterion could hear the sighs of admiration from the audience towards his dragon, which was understandable, Ancalagon drew more attention than anything else.
They said goodbye to Asterion and quickly walked towards their respective dragons.
Asterion stood next to Ancalagon and stroked the scales on his long neck, treating him as if he were only a slightly larger kitten. The dragon melted at the caresses on his neck, leaning towards him as if asking for more.
The sight of the dragon and Asterion caused many to exclaim in shock at the display of affection between them. After all, the difficult temperament of dragons was widespread in the Wizarding world, so to see such a display surprised the witches and wizards present.
Suddenly, Asterion's caresses stopped, he felt the signature of a Semi-Special Grade Witch approaching him. Looking back, he saw a rather kind-looking old man approaching him, holding a rather old but impeccably clean briefcase. His clothes were green and he wore a blue coat over everything.
Asterion noticed that the old man's eyes didn't stay still or even stare at anyone for long.
From the case in his hand, Asterion felt countless signs of magical energies of different species emanating from it. If you're asking how many species there were, the current Black patriarch would answer that there were around ten thousand, and maybe a bit more.
Asterion was speechless when he felt that many magical creatures. Let's not talk about the unreasonably large space in that case, just the cost of looking after so many magical creatures was simply astronomical!
What is the concept of ten thousand magical creatures? The amount of money and time to manage such a large space was unbelievable in itself.
Piecing together all the clues before him, Asterion already knew who the old man was.
The world's most famous Magizoologist, Newt Scamander. For Dumbledore, one of his most important lieutenants in the fight against Grindelwald in the past.
"Mr. Black." The old man greeted Asterion, but at no point did his eyes meet Asterion's eyes. The old man's eyes were fixed on the dragon and no one else.
He seemed fascinated by the dragon.
"Mr. Scamander." Asterion didn't mind the man's particularly rude behavior. He knew that the old man in front of him loved magical creatures above all else and a variant of a new species like Ancalagon was especially tempting for him.
Reluctantly averting his eyes from the beautiful, majestic creature, Newt turned his gaze to Asterion, but didn't look him in the eye.
"It's a Hedridean Black, how did it mutate?" He asked, his voice filled with an innocent curiosity, almost childish if you calculated that the man was ninety-nine years old this year.
"Mixed with the blood of a cursed spirit." Asterion replied without caring much. Of course, he wouldn't say that the cursed spirit was Morgan. Imagine the impact of Morgan's existence being revealed to the world. It would certainly cause too many problems for him.
Newt blinked a few times as if he doubted whether he had heard Asterion's words correctly. And seeing the calm look on his face, Newt wanted to refute the absurd claims made.
As someone who had studied magical creatures all his life, he knew very well what happened when individuals of different species mated. Most of the time, the offspring born died or lived very little due to genetic defects.
A hybrid between a cursed spirit and a magical creature has never been reported in any book in wizarding civilization. So Asterion's words without any proof didn't exactly satisfy the old Magizoologist.
Seeing the suspicious look in the old man's eyes, Asterion rolled his eyes. He knew very well that his casual excuse couldn't convince the old man in front of him.
However, Asterion had never planned to say anything to Newt Scamander in the first place and hadn't even bothered to invent a more believable excuse for the old man.
Unfortunately, Asterion didn't know that Newt Scamander could be especially intrusive and very curious when it came to magical creatures.
Just as he was about to say something, Asterion noticed Newt's briefcase shuddering for a moment and opening slightly. Suddenly, a tentacle emerged from the case, but was pushed back by Newt.
"..." Asterion's lips twitched unnaturally and he wondered if that case had more stringent protection. He could imagine the pandemonium that would ensue if all the magical creatures in the case escaped.
It could be said that it would be an event worthy of being described in the annals of the history of the wizarding world.
Perhaps noticing Asterion's increasingly strange gaze, Newt looked away and looked all around, but not at Patriarch Black, feeling inexplicably guilty.
Newt quickly grabbed his briefcase and disappeared, heading towards the stands, exactly towards the VIP seats where Dumbledore and all the others were.
Asterion no longer cared about the exotic Newt Scamander and concentrated on checking that the cell at the base of the dragon's neck was firmly attached.
Even if he wasn't afraid of falling from a high altitude, he didn't want to be embarrassed in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of wizards and witches from all over the planet.
In the VIP seats, seeing Newt's arrival, Dumbledore stood up and hugged his old friend with a smile on his face.
"You look younger since we last met." Dumbledore said with a cheerful tone.
"And you look older, Professor." Newt replied with an equally comfortable smile.
"That happens to all humans and I'm no different." Dumbledore replied with a nonchalant tone. It seemed that death drawing ever closer didn't seem to bother the wizard.
"I'm glad you agreed to come to the tournament." Taking a seat in the main chair, Dumbledore replied with relief in his voice.
This made Newt frown, he knew the look on the Hogwarts principal's face, the same look he had seen when he took part in the war against Grindelwald.
"What happened?" Snapping his fingers, Newt created a barrier that prevented the sound from propagating and asked, pushing aside any other distracting thoughts in his head.
"I want you to investigate something for me, Newt. You're the only one I can trust." Reinforcing the barrier so that the sound wouldn't propagate, Dumbledore spoke with an incredibly serious tone.
He continued speaking. "Investigate an organization called R, it's behind the recent conspiracies involving something very dangerous. Dangerous enough to destroy the whole of Great Britain."
Hearing his words, Newt's face showed a look of shock despite his years of experience. Although he had assumed that something very serious had happened for Dumbledore to invite him out of his retirement that he was enjoying with his wife, he wasn't expecting something on that scale. "This organization called R is so dangerous? It seems even more dangerous than Grindelwald's Acolytes." Newt asked, still somewhat skeptical about this R organization. Quite understandably, given that before this, he had never even heard of such an organization.
Knowing his doubts, Dumbledore wasn't stingy and told him everything he knew so far. "From what I've been able to gather so far, it's an organization created before Hogwarts was even built. An Order of Witches and Wizards used it to survive in the past era, but it has endured to this day, becoming a secret organization that tries to control the world from the shadows."
The more he listened, the more Newt's eyes widened in shock at so many revelations. He couldn't believe that such a powerful organization could exist and remain hidden for over a thousand years!
"It won't be easy, Professor. From what you've told me, this organization has infiltrated all the Ministries of Magic in various countries, investigating something like this with so many eyes watching won't be an easy task." Newt commented with a terribly serious expression. His voice had lost all the hesitation and lightness it had had before.
Newt could imagine that he was walking into a hive of bees and it only took one sighting for everyone to run to him with the intention of killing him.
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