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Chapter 219: Chapter 216 - The Spark of Chaos (3)

After the victory speech for the Hogwarts team and the other foreign teams, Asterion wasted no time and without even saying hello to any of his family, he followed Dumbledore to his office. It was an emergency meeting that they both needed to attend as soon as possible.

In the Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore and Asterion were sitting opposite each other, both wizards showing cold, murderous expressions.

Dumbledore in particular looked especially murderous, you could see the fury burning in the man's eyes. "When it happens, it won't matter whether Louis and Joseph are alive or not, I'll kill them both." He spoke, his tone cold, despite the fiery aura surrounding his body.

"They'll flee the moment it happens, I think it's hard for you to kill them before they get away." Asterion commented, downing an entire glass of wine in one go. Even if he couldn't get drunk, he could still relieve the fatigue from the previous ordeal.

"It doesn't matter, Paris and Berlin won't go anywhere." Dumbledore replied with a cold smile. At this point, the kind and compassionate old man had completely disappeared, replaced by a man who had lived hundreds of years and been through many bloody battles.

Asterion remained silent, this feeling of not being able to prevent what was about to happen left a bitter taste in his mouth, it was as if no matter what he did, fate would not change.

"Asterion, in the event of a war, I will send you as a general. Rose will be sent to guard the border between England and France. The Flur Nets must be turned off and Anti-Apparition enchantments must be erected at strategic points around England. I will remain in England in case of an attack." Dumbledore filled a goblet of vine to the brim and drank, then spoke seriously.

Asterion wasn't surprised by Dumbledore's words, the Innate Technique of House Black really was suitable for attacking and defending, especially if the user had more than twenty Special Grade Cursed Spirits. If he wanted to defend, he would be an almost impenetrable wall protecting England, if he wanted to attack, he would be a sword that no country in the world wanted to face.

"What about the Secrecy Act? An attack on the capitals of the other countries will alert the muggle world. The Queen of England must also be notified." Asterion asked with a rare expression of helplessness. Today wasn't the Middle Ages, people definitely wouldn't believe in something as stupid as punishment from the gods or gas explosions.

"Asterion." Dumbledore looked at the sixteen-year-old and spoke. "You must stop thinking about the consequences. In a war of this caliber, collateral damage and problems can be solved after the war. During the war, attack to kill and don't hesitate to destroy a bloody city. If it's a French or German city, burn every last person alive."

Patriarch Black couldn't help but cluck his tongue as if seeing Dumbledore's true personality for the first time, the man was crueler than he was. He himself wasn't prepared to kill civilians indiscriminately, something that Dumbledore had apparently encouraged him to do.

"Dumbledore, don't forget it's the Third Wizarding World War we're talking about, not a civil war, we don't want to reveal the Wizarding World to the muggle population. The negative feelings of six billion people is not something to be trifled with." Asterion commented with a frown, he felt that if he carried out Dumbledore's words, the world would turn into complete chaos. He could control England with the help of the English Muggle Community, but the same couldn't be said for the other countries.

So, it was absolutely impossible for him and any other Special Grade Wizard in good conscience to attack with all their might and reveal the existence of magic and Cursed Spirits to the world. Chaos was indeed a good thing for the ambitious, but too much chaos was something totally out of control.

"You're still very young, Asterion. You'll understand that whoever is plotting against the whole world from the shadows doesn't care what happens to the world. They just want their profit regardless of the consequences of their actions." Dumbledore shook his head and let out a tired sigh, he looked up at the ceiling of his office with a calm gaze.

After calming down and analyzing the information he had, Dumbledore knew very well that Louis and Joseph were far from capable of starting a Wizarding World War with just two countries. There was someone behind them and the most likely suspect was the recent criminal organization he had discovered.

R.

Of course, Asterion knew that Dumbledore's words were true, the people who were really orchestrating this war didn't care about anything but themselves.

"We have to worry not only about enemy countries, but also about Organization R and the masterminds of the Hogwarts Attack. We're surrounded and our enemies are in the shadows waiting for the right moment to fire their poison-filled arrows at us." Asterion stroked his forehead and sat slumped in his chair, his voice filled with an audible weariness. Despite this, his eyes were more determined and calm than ever.

Dumbledore frowned at his words and nodded; as Asterion had said, they really were surrounded on all sides. Many enemies expected England to weaken even more than ever.

Just as he was about to speak, the office door opened and Rose entered with a calm but strangely intimidating look on her face. Seeing the heavy and hostile atmosphere in the office, she asked in a casual tone.

"Are you two fighting again? Is it because of me? If it is, I respectfully ask Dumbledore to fuck off and let him mind his own business, I decide my life and especially who I marry." Rose didn't hide her dissatisfied look towards Dumbledore.

The Hogwarts principal just snorted coldly at the mention of Rose's marriage. "Although it dismays me to see you marrying my political enemies, it's not about you, Rose."

Rose raised an eyebrow in confusion at hearing this, she had stormed into his office thinking that Dumbledore had been annoyed by her actions, but seeing her teacher's calm and cool face, the girl changed her mind. There was something very serious going on!

Walking over to Asterion and claiming her rightful place on her fiancé's lap, Rose ignored his helpless stare and sat down on the Black Patriarch's lap quite naturally.

Seeing their actions, Dumbledore regretted that he was getting old, young people these days weren't ashamed to show affection in public.

"So, what's so important that two powerful wizards are arguing with such serious expressions? Rose asked, looking at Dumbledore as she felt one of Asterion's arms wrap firmly around her waist.

Dumbledore sighed and told Rose one by one.

Each time Rose heard his words, a little of her smile disappeared, in the end, her face was as cold as Asterion's and Dumbledore's, even the cheerful, carefree aura she had, had disappeared at that moment.

"Let's kill these two pieces of shit from Thestrals!" Rose spoke, practically growling with a threatening aura enveloping her. She had never been as furious as she was at this moment. War, a word she simply hated with all her might. Not only had it taken the lives of her parents, it had also caused her to see many deaths.

If it hadn't been for Asterion, Rose would have run towards the chambers of the French and German delegation, killing both Ministers of Magic in front of everyone.

"Rose, calm down, killing both of them would only make the war happen sooner." Asterion commented, reinforcing his arms with Magical Energy, preventing the white lion in his arms from causing the Third Wizarding World War.

Rose frowned and suppressed her killing intent. "Is it certain that there will be a war on this scale?" She asked, her tone lower than usual.

Dumbledore extinguished the flames of Rose's hope with a cold, indifferent voice, something Rose saw for the first time in her teacher. "Yes, it's almost certain, we're going to war. Probably after the tournament is over, they want war and they'll get it."

"What do I have to do?" Rose asked, snuggling into Asterion, the only place that seemed warm in the cold atmosphere of the office. She rested her head on her fiancé's shoulder and the smell of him seemed to calm her.

"Probably defend the French Border, but I'll call an emergency parliamentary meeting and summon all Twelve Lords and Senators." Dumbledore replied, his eyes wandering to the window, where he could see the blue sky, but he didn't know when, but the blue of the sky had been replaced by storm clouds.

"France." Rose murmured to herself, the sparkle of the stars seemed to sprinkle in her beautiful eyes, but instead of beauty in her gaze, there was a cold murderous intent. "I knew the French couldn't be trusted, look at them now, plotting against the whole world to secure their stupid past glory."

Asterion rolled his eyes at his fiancée's xenophobic comment, technically, England was no different from France either, England had always coveted French lands. During the Hundred Years' War, when a French monarch sneezed at random, the English king already claimed the French throne for himself.

But could Asterion retort to Rose's words? The answer was no!

Call him a hypocrite, but he didn't want to deflect Rose's resentment towards France. He was just afraid that this resentment would force Rose to rashly attack France.

"What about the last event of the Tournament?" Rose asked again, in her eyes, there really was no point to this whole Tournament anymore, if it wasn't for the Unbreakable Vow, she would like to leave the Tournament and prepare for war.

"It will still happen." Dumbledore replied, his gaze focused on the two teenagers sitting in one chair, his gaze becoming gentler as he looked at them both. "You can enjoy yourselves while the storm has not yet arrived, bring glory to Hogwarts and England, we have to build morale for the start of the war."

Asterion and Rose nodded, they weren't too worried about it, they were going to win, that much they were sure of.

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Chapter 220: Chapter 217 - The Spark of Chaos (4)

At dawn, in the Slytherin Men's Dormitory.

Inside the room, Asterion and Daphne were naked in bed, only the messy sheet covering some parts of their nakedness, although it didn't cover much, just her buttocks and the part around his waist.

Daphne lay on Asterion's chest as she listened to Asterion's words. Her face was able to darken, not with anger or any murderous feeling, just with sadness and resentment.

"Another war?" Daphne asked, her voice full of incredulity. She shuddered to think of the caliber of the war that was approaching, it was a war totally different from what she had experienced in the Hogwarts Attacks. It was a war involving entire countries, armies of thousands of wizards and witches on a battlefield.

"Why?" Running a hand through her hair, Daphne asked herself with a confused look, her eyes fixed on her fiancé's red eyes. Was it too much to ask for a few years' rest? She just wanted to live her life in peace while organizing her wedding calmly, but instead, fate seemed to throw her into a bloody storm.

"It doesn't matter why, Daphne. War will come regardless of any reason." He hugged her, comforting her as he gently kissed her hair, smelling the soft scent of her shampoo. Asterion looked at Daphne shakily and couldn't help but think that this was the expression a teenager should have when hearing that a world war was getting closer and closer.

"You're going to war, aren't you?" Daphne asked, her voice tinged with reluctance to see him go off to war. Even though she didn't want to think the worst, she still couldn't help but think of something happening to him, or worse, the news of his death. It scared her to death. Regardless of the training she had received from an early age, at this moment, she was no different from any other teenager.

"We're going to war." Asterion corrected his fiancée, although he had wanted Daphne to stay in England, but for the sake of her growing strength, he had preferred to bring her. When it came to her safety, he wasn't worried, if she was in danger, the Special Grade Cursed Spirit would protect her at all times.

Daphne, who had expected to stay in England on her future husband's orders, couldn't help but look at Asterion with a shocked but very happy look on her face. She would rather go to war with him than stay behind as a pretty trophy for him to admire. She knew very well that a long marriage wasn't about love or passion, but companionship and trust.

"I thought you were going to leave me behind. I'd be devastated if you told me to stay in England, I'd hate myself for being so weak that you didn't want me by your side." Daphne commented, burying her gourd in Asterion's chest as she smelled his scent next to her own on his body.

She didn't like to admit it, but she was always envious of Rose's talent, the girl was what many people dreamed of at the tender age of fourteen. The Special Grade was everyone's dream, but it came to Rose so naturally that you'd be envious. How could anyone not envy a talent like that?

Fortunately, Asterion planned to take her to the battlefield, she preferred that to being locked up in a mansion like a princess trapped in another tower waiting for Prince Charming.

"Let's go to sleep, you must be tired after so much effort." Asterion said, tenderly kissing Daphne's forehead, who nodded and turned away.

Asterion put his arm across the hollow of Daphne's modest, naked breasts as he hugged her from behind, bringing her into the warmth and comfort of his arms.

Suddenly, Asterion's closed eyes snapped open, his red eyes couldn't help but reflect a disdain in his gaze, sensing the little mouse that had infiltrated Hogwarts.

"I've been waiting for you, you filthy mouse."

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In the Gryffindor Men's Dormitories.

On the bed, the red-haired teenager slept peacefully while next to the bed, on the dresser, a mouse lying on the pillows opened its eyes. The creature's cunning little eyes scanned the room and quickly located the exit. With its small, inaudible footsteps, the mouse squeaked and quickly moved.

Crossing the room at speeds almost impossible for any other rodent, its small body quickly jumped off the dresser and walked across the wooden floor as it crossed under the bed. It ignored the suspicious magazines under the teenagers' bed and reached the door.

Surprisingly, the mouse managed to open the door just by looking at it, but if an experienced wizard or witch had been present, they would have noticed the slight wave of magical energy.

Leaving the room, the mouse wasted no time and quickly made its way through the corridors of Hogwarts with its crafty little eyes. Always looking at the paintings on the walls, any movement of the Animated Portraits would stop him and he wouldn't move, even his breathing had ceased completely. It seemed almost like a process of hibernation, but it was being done by a mouse.

When the Memories in the Animated Portrait left and went to other paintings, the mouse would walk back without any hesitation, quickly disappearing into the dark shadows of the walls.

Peter Pettigrew walked through the shadows in his Animagus form listening to murmurs and anything else he could hear at the moment. He was on a mission, a mission for Organization R, as for the content of the mission, he had only to free a certain being sealed beneath Hogwarts.

As freeing this being wasn't something he needed to worry about, the Organization had already sent him the item to help him on this mission. At first he didn't want to accept such a risky mission, but remembering the Unbreakable Vow he had made when he joined the Organization, he had no choice and after fourteen years of hiding he came out of his disguise.

Peter didn't know it, but there wasn't just one pair of eyes staring at him in the shadows, but two pairs of eyes. Asterion, Dumbledore. They both stared at the mouse moving through the corridors of Hogwarts with cold, murderous gazes. The only reason they didn't kill the traitor was because they wanted to see how Organization R would cancel the seal made by Merlin himself. They also wanted to know who the traitors at Hogwarts were

Whether it was Asterion or Dumbledore, when they learned that someone would try to remove the seal from Albion, they didn't let their guard down for a moment and put numerous security measures in place in the corridors of Hogwarts; if before the castle was difficult to attack from the inside, now it was even more difficult.

Asterion in particular left Morgan herself guarding the resting place of the huge white lizard, he really wanted to see who would dare remove Albion's seal with its prototype God guarding it. Of course, he hadn't put Morgan there just to guard it, but also to complete the Second Stage of God's Creation Plan.

Morgan was analyzing Albion's existence the whole time he was guarding it. After all, the last of the world's most powerful species was a rare specimen for study, knowledge of which Asterion would not give up.

Poor Peter didn't know any of this at the time and thought he was very safe, unaware that two pairs of eyes were staring at him from the shadows.

"What do you think it is? It would have to be something on the level of the Hogwarts Core to cause damage to Merlin's seal." Asterion, wearing simple pants and a white shirt asked, looking at the small mouse walking through the shadows.

"I have no idea, but it must be something ancient. And to know that something like that got into Hogwarts without me noticing makes me very angry." Dumbledore replied, his voice devoid of any warmth or kindness. Anyone who had their house broken into would be furious, least of all Dumbledore, one of the strongest men in the world.

Asterion nodded, his eyes focused on Peter, a sadistic smile appearing on his lips. "Let's steal the item and return it to the owners as a rather nice present." He whispered to himself, if there was one thing that had been annoying him for a long time, it was Organization R.

Since war was coming, Asterion planned to hold a public execution for almost all the captured members, to reveal the existence of this cursed organization to all the wizards and witches in the world. Although this would form a blood feud impossible to resolve, he no longer cared.

As far as Organization R was concerned, Asterion only harbored murderous feelings towards it, so he no longer cared if it irritated him to the extreme.

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