Asterion looked up and was surprised to see the flames dyeing the sky a demonic blue, he could hear roars and screams coming from the flames, apparently there were many magical beings and wizards hit by the flames.
Honestly, he wanted to see which idiot had thought that using a Fiendfyre inside a maze of grass extremely prone to burning was a good idea!
Feeling the temperature begin to rise, Asterion knew he wouldn't have much time, the whole Labyrinth would be consumed by fire and everyone inside would die if no one escaped. Letting out a weary sigh, he really wanted to kill whoever used a fire spell inside a labyrinth.
Asterion glanced once more at the cloud of blue fire and quickened his steps, he practically ran dodging any witch, wizard or magical animal in his path. When he reached the end of the Labyrinth and touched the Goblet of Fire, his restrictions would end at the same moment.
He could finally use all his strength and do what he wanted to do, even if a war broke out after the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Asterion wouldn't have to worry about being attacked from behind by someone unknown or even known.
In the stands of the Quidditch Stadium, the face of Benjamin Thorne, the President of MACUSA, changed as he watched the boy who had attacked the Hogwarts girl turn into his son. He looked at Joseph and couldn't help thinking that something was incredibly wrong. Dumbledore and Joseph's earlier words smelled of conspiracy.
Looking at Dmitri, he observed his rival and noticed the same look on his face. They both looked at each other and came to the same conclusion in an instant. Joseph Weiss was up to something, something that Dumbledore had discovered serious enough to threaten the German Minister of Magic in front of all of them.
Although Dmitri and Benjamin didn't know what it was, they didn't stand around waiting for the shit to fall on them. They both started moving their magical energies, ready to react at any moment.
However, for some reason, Dmitri couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as if something bad was about to happen. As an experienced Wizard, he knew that his instincts were never wrong!
Their behavior didn't escape the eyes of the other Special Grade Witches and Wizards present.
They too began to circulate their magical energy, expecting something to happen at any moment. Although no one released any pressure on the others, there were six Special Grade Witches and Wizards, just them moving their magical energies was enough to change the atmosphere in the VIP seats.
Dumbledore flashed a cunning smile and looked at Joseph without hiding the amusement on his face. The Headmaster's intention was obvious: to warn Joseph that even if something happened today, he wouldn't leave this place alive.
Something Joseph understood very well, but the man didn't show any great reaction. As if he didn't care about the extremely dangerous situation he was in at the moment.
This made Dumbledore smile even more, the more confident Joseph became, the more he understood that the German Minister of Magic had more accomplices. Possibly they were outside Hogwarts at that very moment, just waiting for the chaos to begin. The Headmaster's eyes fell on the Japanese Minister of Magic, Satoshi Nakamura.
He hadn't forgotten that the man was involved with Organization R, another person he would kill today, obviously killed by the terrorists who attacked the Tournament today.
On the other side of the Labyrinth, Alexei Ivanov walked with a cold stare, the young Wizard's eyes looked steely and determined. The demonic blue flames of Fiendfyre not far from where he stood didn't bother him much.
Others might have been worried, but not him. Not with his Innate Technique [Lava World] being related to heat and fire.
Suddenly, Alexei's eyes caught sight of a figure appearing before him. He recognized the blond hair and blue eyes of Michael Thorne, son of the President of MACUSA. Although it was hard to believe, the two were actually friends, despite their parents' rivalry.
"Michael." Alexei greeted his longtime friend with a nod, as for fighting Michael, he really wasn't tempted to do such a thing. He already knew that he wouldn't win first place in the tournament, so he wasn't that excited to fight in meaningless battles.
However, something curious made Alexei look at his friend with a quizzical look. "I can't feel your magical energy, how did you do that?"
Michael laughed, but his laughter made Alexei frown, they were friends, they had even done some Cursed Spirit exorcism missions together. Although it wasn't a deep friendship of giving one's life to protect the other, they both knew a lot about each other.
Alexei's laugh was totally different from what he remembered, there was a sense of deep hatred and resentment in his eyes, something that left him even more confused.
"What happened? Did you run into knyaz Black and he beat you up badly?" Putting his doubts aside, Alexei only thought that Michael had run into Asterion Black or Rose Potter, so he approached his friend and tapped him on the shoulder with a calm, mature tone.
Suddenly, Alexei felt the hairs on his body stand on end, his senses alerting him to the imminent danger, but even a Grade 1 Wizard couldn't react properly over such a short distance. He only managed to make his body recoil and tilt slightly to the side.
Alexei watched in disbelief as the dagger pierced his heart, but he didn't stand idly by as the dagger gradually took his life! Using the Innate Technique, he covered his arm with lava and punched Michael in the stomach without any hesitation in his actions.
BOOM!
Alexei took two steps back and breathed heavily, sweat dripping from his face as his body continued to grow weaker as time passed. The sharp pain in his chest made him feel breathless. His vision blurred slightly.
He took a potion from his bag and just as he was about to take it, the bottle containing the potion exploded into a thousand pieces.
Alexei just managed to dodge the dagger as he was on the lookout for any attack, glancing at Michael holding another dagger, looking at him with extreme coldness. "You're not Michael." He spoke with an apparently very tired tone.
"Tsk. Grade 1 wizards really do have extremely acute senses, I was sure I could cut your head off." Neville, now disguised as Michael Thorne, commented with a cold tone, watching Alexei like a wolf ready to pounce at the right moment.
He really was shocked by his enemy's reflexes. Any other Wizard would have died in his attack, but Alexei not only dodged enough for him to miss the main artery of the heart, he also counterattacked in an instant. That shocked the hell out of him.
"Who are you?" Alexei asked, his voice exhausted as he drank a vial of healing potion, the eyes of the son of the Russian Minister of Magic fixed on Michael's disguised enemy and not leaving him for a moment.
"Someone hired to end your life." Neville replied, a cold smile playing on his lips, he didn't interrupt Alexei taking the healing potion. In his eyes, the son of the Russian Minister of Magic was dead and with his death, the war would begin.
Michael's words made Alexei's heart clench, he was no stranger to assassination attempts. The Tzar could be assassinated, least of all him, who had almost died a few times when he was just a child.
But being murdered in Russia and being murdered during an international competition under the eyes of the whole world were two totally different concepts.
The consequences of such acts were not as simple as an assassination of someone important, murdering him on English soil was no different than declaring war on any country.
Alexei no longer cared about the competition, he couldn't die in England, the trouble he would bring to his own father and country was not something he wanted to have to carry after death!
Making a seal with his hand, Alexei muttered to himself while not sparing any of his magical energy.
"Innate Spell Manipulation - Lava World - End of the World Eruption."
GOODMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!
It was as if a bomb had exploded, a deafening sound rumbled across the skies of Scotland. A pillar of volcanic lava emerged from the ground and rose into the sky. Gigantic balls of lava rained from the sky, tearing through the air at extremely high temperatures as the entire Labyrinth of Knossos was destroyed by the catastrophe.
Neville didn't show any fear, on the contrary, his smile grew as he watched the Russian Wizard's large-scale attack without moving.
Alexei looked confusedly at the assassin, but suddenly his vision darkened for a moment as he fell to the ground with an incredulous e Black blood began to overflow from his mouth, the young man felt cold all over his body as he choked on his own blood. His body convulsed violently as he stared at the killer with a look full of anger and humiliation.
"Poison... you coward" Alexei thought as darkness overtook his consciousness.
"Father... No... Be... Stupid... No... Start... A War..." It was Alexei's last thought before darkness consumed his consciousness.
Watching the young Grade 1 Wizard losing all vital signs, Neville smiled sarcastically and fled the scene without any hesitation, he knew that when he killed Alexei, he would have to run as far away as possible.
The wrath of a Special Grade Wizard was not something he could bear.
As soon as Neville fled, a tall man wearing traditional Russian clothes appeared next to Alexei, he ignored the surrounding lava and looked at his lifeless son drowning in his own blood with a calm gaze. The man's lips trembled without being able to utter a single word.
Images of his son growing up flashed before his eyes. Dmitri couldn't ask for a better son than Alexei, the boy was everything he wanted in a son.
Talented, charismatic and astute like any veteran politician, but now, seeing the pain in his son's expression from his dead body. He felt the greatest pain in his life, even when his wife died, he had never felt such overwhelming pain.
Twisting his lips, Dmitri tried to speak to his son. "Alexei, if you get up, I promise I'll let you marry that muggle girl you love." The Minister of Magic's voice was hoarse and shaky, but there was no sign that Alexei would wake up.
Touching Alexei's pale, lifeless body, Dmitri kissed his son's forehead and closed his eyes.
After denial came anger.
Dmitri made a seal with his hands and muttered in an icy, chilling tone.
"Innate Spell Manipulation - World of Lava - Eruption of the End of the World."
The world really did seem to be destroyed.
For the Third Magical World War had begun.
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BOODMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
Asterion, who had just touched the Goblet of Fire, felt the entire ground shake as the whole world seemed to spin, a gigantic explosion sounded as the ground seemed to ripple like the waters of a raging sea.
Looking up, he saw a gigantic pillar of lava rising kilometers high. It was so much bigger than Alexei Ivanov's previous attack that the two couldn't be compared.
One looked like the eruption of a small volcano, powerful, certainly, but still small. While the second was as if the end of the world would happen in a mere instant. It seemed as if the entire atmosphere of the planet would be scorched by the rain of fire and lava!
Dmitri?
"Why did he use his Innate Technique in such a crowded place?" Asterion muttered to himself, clearly confused by the Russian Minister of Magic's actions, but he didn't care why and acted quickly. He had to parry the attack or the whole place would simply be wiped off the face of the earth.
"Ouroboros..." Asterion muttered to himself as a gigantic curtain of darkness appeared above the Labyrinth of Knossos. An incredible amount of magical energy was automatically consumed within it. Then, under the eyes of all the participants, a gigantic silver serpent emerged from the curtain of darkness.
The snake moved its body gracefully through the air while the beast's silver eyes began to glow, and what happened in the next second made everyone feel extremely strange.
It was as if their bodies refused to listen to his command and began to rewind time. Projections of participants identical to their own appeared around each wizard and witch, which caused even more strangeness, because it was as if they were seeing their future, but they were all just going back in time.
Dmitri might have noticed this if he had been of sound mind, but he didn't care, he just wanted to kill his son's murderer and did it again.
"Innate Spell Manipulation - Lava World - End of the World Eruption-" Just as the Russian Minister of Magic was about to start using House Ivanov's Innate Technique again, a hand took a firm hold of his arm.
Asterion, who had arrived at Dmitri's side, took a firm hold of the Russian Minister of Magic's arm. He looked at the trembling man full of sadness and spoke with a calm but sympathetic voice.
"Minister, I know you must be suffering, I know the pain of losing a loved one, but bear in mind that we are not weak muggles or wizards who have the right to let off steam. We're too powerful, many would die because of our fury." He spoke, looking at Alexei Ivanov's lifeless body, his face was full of pain even in death while black lines could be seen in the blood vessels of the Heir of House Ivanov.
"He was poisoned by a knife to the heart." As an experienced coroner, Asterion came to the conclusion of the cause of death in an instant. It was a poison strong enough to kill a Grade 1 Wizard. Which was quite rare, given that the senses of a Wizard of this caliber were strong and could even warn of the danger of drinking or eating something poisoned.
Dmitri shivered at Asterion's words, closed his eyes and slowly lowered his hands. When the man opened them again, there was a chilling calm in the eyes of the most powerful man in Russia. Beneath the semblance of calm, there was a fury like a volcano about to explode.
Seeing this, Asterion breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to fight Dmitri, especially at this moment, having more enemies was too worrying, he didn't want to have one more.
"I want to know who killed my son and why." Dmitri looked at Asterion and spoke calmly. At that moment, he knew that Asterion, Dumbledore and Joseph were involved in his son's death.
"Three options. An Organization called R, Luis Delacuor or Joseph Weiss. Just choose who you want to destroy." Asterion replied in an equally calm tone, but anyone could see the murderous intent in Patriarch Black's gaze.
As soon as Asterion had finished speaking, Dmitri disappeared from where he stood.
Asterion shook his head and raised his wand upwards; at the same moment, a red beam of energy crossed the sky.
On the other side of the Labyrinth, Rose, who had rescued another participant in the tournament, raised her head and looked at the beam of red energy with a serious look on her face. She looked at Luna being helped by Cedric and disappeared from where she was. "Cedric, take care of Luna, I have business to do."
Cedric was surprised by her words, but just as he was about to ask, he saw Rose had disappeared, leaving him alone with Luna and the other injured foreign students.
"It's started." Lying looking at the moon, Luna with her eyes closed, muttered to herself with a calm look.
"What started it?" Cedric asked confusedly.
"The Third Magical World War."
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Rose, who had teleported to the Quidditch Stadium, looked at the hundreds of Wizards and Witches in silence and raised her hand. Her eyes began to shine, making them even more beautiful than they normally were. She began to use the Innate technique of House Potter without scruples.
From the very beginning, she had been assigned to evacuate the entire Hogwarts audience to a place far away and safe! She was doing just that at this moment, a Special Grade Wizard battle was about to take place, if these wizards and witches remained in the place, they would all be killed.
A gigantic amount of magical energy began to be consumed, but Rose didn't care, without the limiters, she had infinite magical energy, she could regenerate it faster than she spent it.
"Innate spell manipulation - Limitless." Rose muttered as the space around the entire Quidditch stadium began to ripple, which naturally caused chaos in the place. Wizards and witches began to scream in fear, but it was all gone in an instant, all the hundreds of thousands of wizards and witches gone in a second.
Letting out a warm mist through her mouth, Rose felt her magical energy reach almost its bottom, she was recovering quickly, but this was the first time she felt she had run out of magical energy. At the same time, her brain hurt like hell, so much so that the white-haired girl held her head with her hands as she let out a pained moan.
However, Rose tried to ignore the pain and stared at the stands with a cold gaze.
In the VIP seats, the atmosphere was completely silent. Benjamin Thorne was livid with rage, no, to say he was angry or furious was an understatement.
At the thought that it could be his son lying lifeless, Benjamin wanted to tear Joseph Weiss apart at that very moment. Even though they were rivals, as a father, Benjamin could never wish for a father to lose his son. It was a pain he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.
Joseph put his coffee cup down and looked at everyone with a calm gaze, his eyes focused on Dumbledore. "What did you expect? Did you expect me to remain silent while you two treated my country as a battlefield? Do you think I've forgotten that my brother died because of you? The humiliation, the pain and the lives lost do you think I would forget? Or perhaps you thought I wouldn't dare conspire against the great and powerful Albus Dumbledore?"
"Don't be childish Dumbledore, I can play that game too, even at the cost of my life." Joseph commented, his voice indifferent before the eyes of six Special Grade Wizards (Seven with Dmitri Ivanov). His every word made the atmosphere terribly heavy. Although they knew something was happening, they didn't expect it to be this.
Joseph may have been calm, but Luis Delacour wasn't showing the same calm. Cold sweat poured down the French Minister of Magic's face, and he felt like his heart was about to explode with the anxiety he was feeling at the moment.
"I really didn't think you'd dare plot against me, but that shows I'm getting older, my old self would have killed you a long time ago. Perhaps if I had, this wouldn't have happened." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and replied, his voice calm and cold.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to your country? I'm going to bathe you in blood, I'm going to make you watch on your knees as you watch the deaths of your people and the war you've brought to this world once again." As Dumbledore spoke, the temperature in the room began to heat up, but it wasn't because of Dumbledore, but because of a tall, burly man in traditional Russian clothes.
Dmitri, his face cold, arrived in front of Joseph in an instant. Looking at the possible mastermind of his son's murder, the Russian Minister of Magic said: "I'll ask and you answer."
"Did you have my son killed?" When he asked this, the Minister of Magic's voice almost sounded like a fierce growl.
"No, but it was because of me that he died." Joseph raised his head and looked straight into the Russian Minister's blue eyes, he didn't flinch at the man's look of pure fury.
"Who was the mastermind?" Dmitri asked again with a terribly cold tone.
"I don't know his name, but he's the leader of Organization R, he's called the Sage, but apart from that, I don't know if he's a man or a woman." Joseph didn't hesitate to answer Dmitri's question. Just as he was using Organization R, Organization R was also using him, but cooperation didn't mean loyalty, especially when faced with the consequences of his actions.
When Dmitri was about to kill Joseph, he was stopped by two people, Benjamin and Dumbledore.
"If you kill him, he will become a martyr, your son will be forgotten as just collateral damage." Benjamin spoke in a calm tone, holding Dmitri's arm, who only growled angrily back at him.
"Yes, he doesn't deserve to die in such glory, let him fall from grace and then kill him. Have him erased from history." Dumbledore, holding his other arm, added with a cold glare at Joseph.
Joseph's face finally changed at Dumbledore's words, he hadn't expected the man to be so cruel as to say those words.
Dmitri gritted his teeth, he didn't want to take Benjamin and Dumbledore's advice, but thinking of the pain his son had suffered and the cowardly murder, he let out a fury-filled sigh and calmed down slightly.
"He will be imprisoned in Russia." Dmitri spoke, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. Although he couldn't kill Joseph, he could torture the man.
"As soon as Germany finds out that their Minister of Magic has been kidnapped, they will declare war." Dumbledore spoke, trying to persuade the Russian Minister, but how could he accept something like that.
"They already declared war when they killed my son." Dmitri replied harshly, his gaze terribly cold as he stared at Joseph.
"I declare war on Germany." Dmitri spoke, but when those words echoed in the room, the atmosphere became even heavier, if that was possible in the first place.
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