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Chapter 233: Chapter 230 - The French Battlefront (1)

Seven days later.

England, London.

October 8th, 1994

In the last seven days, the whole of the United Kingdom has been transformed into a giant magical war machine, with Wales, Northern Ireland and Scotland unsurprisingly joining the war. Without England's protection, these three countries would suffer from the prolonged war that would ensue.

Barriers and veritable magical fortresses were erected throughout the country, and unauthorized wizards and witches were forbidden to leave or enter the most important cities. Unfortunately or fortunately, all the countries in the world could never put 100% of their troops to war.

The reason for this was very simple: although the war had started, it didn't mean that the other war that humanity had been fighting for thousands of years against Cursed Spirits had stopped. Every country in the world still had to reserve troops to exorcise Cursed Spirits or the country would be in complete chaos.

Especially at this time, when the negative magical energy exuded by the whole world would increase in large quantities with the fear and uncertainty of the Third Magical World War.

Asterion was wearing a black military suit with gold details, in front of him was a row of two hundred and ten men and women, all lined up side by side. Among these people, he recognized three in particular, Nymphadora Tonks, her fiancée, Daphne Greengrass, and a shabby-looking old man next to her.

The old man had a prosthetic leg, a prosthetic right eye and part of his nose was missing. It was Alastor Moody, the Mad-Eye. Considered one of the most important Aurors of modern times and a Semi-Special Grade Wizard.

He was also the man who had imprisoned Bellatrix in Azkaban, as well as more than half of the Dark Wizards in Azkaban. Unlike other Aurors, Moody focused mainly on Dark Wizards, rarely doing missions involving Cursed Spirits.

Honestly, Asterion appreciated the man's meticulousness and paranoia, but he needed someone more sane to be his Vice General, unfortunately, there was no other person available and he would have to make Moody official as his Vice General on the battlefield in Spain.

Looking at Narcissa beside him, Asterion showed a slight helplessness, if she had the strength of Semi-Special Grade, he would have placed Narcissa as Vice General, but his cousin didn't possess such strength, so he had to accept Moody, even though the man didn't know he would be the Vice General of the Battle Front.

Asterion put these thoughts aside and said. "Attention, Battalion."

The next moment after his words, everyone stood erect and beat their fists against their chests. They remained like that, waiting for his own words.

"Our mission is simple. We will take the Principality of Andorra and advance together with the Spanish and Portuguese troops." Asterion spoke, his calm, regal voice echoing throughout the place.

It had been decided in Parliament that he would attack the Principality of Andorra and use it as a point of advance towards France. Andorra was perfect to use as a strategic base, especially the capital which was at high altitude and ready to be used as a bridge.

Just as he finished speaking, a hand was raised among the Aurors. Asterion tried to ignore the hand, trying to find someone with doubts, but the owner of the hand kept waving it sideways, drawing his attention.

"Yes, Auror Tonks." Asterion asked with an inexpressive expression.

"Will the battlefield be in the city or around the city?" Nymphadora asked, ignoring her teacher's disgruntled glances.

Asterion looked surprised at his cousin, he really hadn't expected her to ask such an important question. He gave her a calm look and replied sarcastically. "That will depend on the French troops, but it's possible that we'll be fighting in urban areas, it could be an attempt by the French to make us back down for fear of breaking the Secrecy Act."

He continued speaking, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "If such a thing occurs, you are ordered to ignore the Secrecy Act and attack in front of muggles without any hindrance. Auxiliary troops from Spain and Portugal would control the entire city to prevent the news from leaking out to other cities. Don't hesitate and kill every French wizard you see."

"Yes, Sir." Everyone answered loudly, hitting him again on the chest, making a loud sound resound throughout the place.

Asterion nodded with a cold expression and looked at everyone for a moment, then finally spoke. "Prepare to Apparate."

Everyone drew their wands and with one movement, they all Apparated in a mere instant, a loud sound reminiscent of a car exhaust sounding, before their bodies were distorted into a spiral disappearing in front of Asterion.

"Let's go." Looking at Narcissa, Asterion put his hand on her shoulder and he appeared, disappearing from the scene.

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Spain - Thirty kilometers from the Principality of Andorra.

Consecutive pops sounded in the air, men and women wearing black suits with a specific coat of arms embroidered on their chests appeared and gradually the numbers increased as time passed. The crest on the chest of these men and women was a tall tower and two swords next to the tower.

When Asterion felt the ground firm up again, he looked ahead and found some familiar faces. The Spanish and Portuguese Minister of Magic.

Alejandro Dominguez, the Spanish Minister of Magic and Duarte Vilar, the Portuguese Minister of Magic. Asterion didn't know the Portuguese Minister, Portugal hadn't accepted his invitation to take part in the International Tournament of Magic and Wizardry in England.

Duarte Vilar was an old man, about sixty years old, his figure was a little bent, but the strong look on his face showed that he had been in office for a long time.

From the magical intensity he was feeling, Asterion assumed that the Portuguese Minister of Magic possessed Semi-Special Grade strength. Stronger than the Spanish Minister of Magic, who was a Grade 1 Wizard.

Which seemed funny, given that Portugal was tiny compared to Spain, yet Spain never managed to annex Portugal, not for lack of trying. Every attempt by Spain to annex Portugal ended in disastrous or humiliating defeat.

Another example of this was China and Japan, China suffered because of Japanese pirates for thousands of years and remembering the size of both countries, you really wonder how the monarchs of China, or Children of Heaven, as they prefer to be called, were so foolish as to allow Japan to do so much killing and pillaging over thousands of years.

But it goes to show that size doesn't always win out in the end, weak countries were often more tenacious than many large ones.

Suddenly, Asterion noticed a familiar face next to both the Spanish and Portuguese Minister, it was the Italian Minister of Magic!

Valentino Ricci!

Asterion couldn't help but frown at Valentino's presence, he didn't like the Italian Minister of Magic's intrusion at all. Last-minute changes in plans rarely worked out and there was a reason for that, the unpredictability increased enormously!

"I don't recall being informed of Minister Ricci's participation in our meetings, Minister Dominguez and Vilar." Asterion spoke, looking at everyone, including someone he had fought personally, Ana Rodríguez, a Wizard who had the innate technique related to electricity.

Alejandro and Duarte, hearing the dissatisfaction in the Special Grade Wizard's tone, both looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. They had no choice, Italy had always been an important partner in the international politics of both their countries.

"Unexpected changes can occur at the last minute. No one can control fate, Lord Black." Duarte Vilar said, his aged voice somewhat hoarse, but the powerful timbre could not be hidden. He really didn't want the General of England and the Italian Minister to start fighting, or rather, he didn't want to see the Italian Minister's death on Spanish soil...

Asterion almost scoffed at those words, but remembering that it could affect the performance of the war and make a very bad impression in the eyes of the Portuguese Minister, he just replied with a cold tone. "Fate really is unpredictable."

He knew that more than anyone, but he still didn't like having another partner on the battlefield without having been consulted first. At that moment, Asterion wanted to turn around and leave Spain, leaving these three countries to fight the enemy coalition alone.

However, he had to play his part in his and Dumbledore's plan: invade France from the flank while Dumbledore would invade France from the front, pressuring both sides and destroying the French and other countries' forces.

In addition, he could keep an eye on Valentino, any sign of betrayal on the part of the Italian Minister of Magic, he would kill him. After all, you can trust the strong spirits of the Italians, but never the strength or cunning of these pizza and pasta lovers.

"Better not betray me, Valentino, I'm in a very bad mood and I can easily summon a Special Grade Spirit to crush you like an insect." Asterion approached Valentino and whispered with a cold but equally deadly gaze. His voice was only audible to Valentino, after all, he couldn't intimidate one of the allied generals in front of his troops.

It would be a severe blow to the morale of any troop, which, surprisingly, could be the difference between victory and defeat on the battlefield.

Valentino's face turned grim in the extreme as he heard the veiled threat against him in front of his troops. Not only that, he was being humiliated by the very man who had killed Italy's only Special Grade Wizard.

This could no longer be called contempt, it was a complete humiliation of him, a man who controlled an entire nation, humiliated by a fourteen-year-old boy!

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Author's thoughts: I've been studying the art of war, especially the Second World War. Honestly, I couldn't help but be surprised. If Hitler hadn't been addicted to drugs and made bad decisions like ignoring the plan to create the Atomic Bomb and thinking he was invincible in the face of nature's fury, the Nazis would have won.

People's stupidity knows no bounds...

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Next Chapter of the Third Volume: Chapter 231 - The French Battlefront (2), Chapter 232 - The French Battlefront (3), Chapter 233 - The French Battlefront (4), Chapter 234 – Battle Between Special Grade Wizards (1), Chapter 235 – Battle Between Special Grade Wizards (2), Chapter 236 – Battle Between Special Grade Wizards (3), Chapter 237 – Battle Between Special Grade Wizards (4), Chapter 238 – Battle Between Special Grade Wizards (5), Chapter 239 - Occupation of the Principality of Andorra (1), Chapter 240 - Occupation of the Principality of Andorra (2), Chapter 241 - City of Calais (1), Chapter 242 - City of Calais (2), Chapter 243 - City of Calais (3), Chapter 244 - City of Calais (4), Chapter 245 - The Grindelwald Plan (1), Chapter 246 - The Grindelwald Plan (2), Chapter 247 - The Grindelwald Plan (3), Chapter 248 - The Grindelwald Plan (4), Chapter 249 - The Grindelwald Plan (5).

 


Chapter 234: Chapter 231 - The French Battlefront (2)

October 9, 1994 - The Battle of Andorra.

BOMMMMMM!!!!!

A red bolt of lightning crossed the air, hitting the ground, creating an explosion twice the size of any modern grenade, a crater of just over a meter appeared at the site of the explosion. It wasn't just this attack that blew up the surrounding steep terrain.

BOMMM!!! BOMMMM!!! BOMMMMMMM!!!

Consecutive explosions rang out all over the battlefield, some screams seemed to ring out all over the place, and every now and then, an arm flew into the air, severed by some cutting spell.

"They guessed where we were going to attack." The Portuguese Minister of Magic, Duarte Vilar, commented, looking at the French wizards and those of other nationalities fighting not far from the capital of the Principality of Andorra - Andorra la Vieja.

From what his eyes could count, there were at least seven hundred wizards of varying degrees on the enemy side and honestly, it was a higher number than theirs, if it wasn't for the higher quality of the allied wizards and witches, it would be difficult to defend against such a large number of wizards and witches.

'They guessed or we have a traitor in our midst.' Duarte didn't speak of this doubt, because he didn't need to, everyone in the place was intelligent and had guesses in their hearts. Unconsciously, they all looked at the Italian Minister with discreet glances.

Although he didn't want to be suspicious of his allies, Duarte had lived long enough to know that sometimes greed and self-interest were more tempting than any honor or loyalty in this world, especially when it came to countries.

Asterion didn't care, his eyes were focused on the enemy commander, a brown-haired man wearing a luxurious blue suit, a slightly large beard around his face. The man looked no older than forty and had blue eyes.

From the man's gigantic magical aura, Asterion sensed that the wizard in front of him was a Special Grade Wizard!

Asterion recognized the man almost instantly, there was no way he wouldn't know, there were only 33 Special Grade Wizards and Witches in the world and he had information on all of them, after all, it was public information.

Philip of Bourbon, the Architect of the Earth.

A true French prince, although without any title or power, at least in the Wizarding World, the House of Bourbon was still powerful, although far from its peak in the 18th Century, controlling Spain, the Two Silicas and Parma.

However, Asterion's eyes didn't stay on the French Prince for long, he looked towards Andorra la Vieja, in the city, he sensed two other Special Grade auras!

Three Special Grade Wizards!

Asterion had underestimated the influence of the Coalition of France and other countries, that many Special Grade Wizards was too many to guard a border.

Looking away from the city, Asterion glanced at the three ministers of magic around him. "Minister Alejandro, Duarte and Valentino."

All three looked at Asterion at the same moment.

"There are three Special Grade Wizards, one in front of us and two in the Principality's capital." Asterion said with a calm tone as he looked at their faces and saw how they tensed at the mention of three Special Grade Wizards.

He could even see the fear in the Spanish and Italian Minister's eyes, although the Portuguese Minister was extremely calm, just tense, but without showing any sign of fear.

"They're not going to attack, you don't have to worry, they're sending a clear message, that as long as I don't come, everyone fights calmly." Asterion spoke again, looking the French Prince in the eye.

Honestly, it was a risky strategy that France was taking at the moment. If you think French civilians were prone to rebellion and beheading kings and heads of states for breakfast, imagine French wizards and witches.

The longer this war went on, the more agitated the French population would become and the greater the pressure on the French government.

Asterion wouldn't be surprised if there was a rebellion within a few months, as he had said before, France's presidential throne was like a TNT bomb ready to explode at the slightest spark. For this reason, the strategy of delaying France's time was truly daring.

Asterion's words made both the Spanish and Italian ministers of magic breathe a sigh of relief, the idea of fighting three Special Grade Wizards was not at all appealing to either minister.

The Portuguese Minister of Magic just snorted loudly and commented sarcastically. "They want to delay time, they've probably mobilized the troops too quickly and are waiting for other reinforcements so that we can attack with an even greater force."

He turned his gaze to the young man with the black hair and red eyes. "I propose to attack, what do you think General Black?"

Asterion was the only one who could fight Special Grade Wizards at the moment, the Special Grade Wizards and Witches of Spain and Portugal were currently unavailable and would take a while to receive the news that they were at war.

Which was normal, given that Special Grade Wizards never stopped studying magic and were true scholars, many preferred the silence of the mountains, far from the intense gaze of the cities, and concentrated on carrying out magical experiments in the hope of advancing to an even higher level of power.

All eager to become the new Wizard Gods of this era, although in a thousand years, there hadn't been a Modern Wizard God, only Merlin being the closest, but never actually becoming one, showing how challenging it was to reach that level of power.

Asterion didn't look at the old minister and raised his lips in an appreciative smile. "You read my mind, Minister." Like Duarte, Asterion didn't agree to stand by and wait for reinforcements to arrive, because this war would turn into a war of resistance, something that could be delayed for months, perhaps years. Especially if both sides set up fortresses.

With his words, Asterion ignored the shocked stares of both the Spanish and Italian ministers of magic, a dark blue aura enveloped his body like a flame and a colossal magical aura spread through the surroundings without any hesitation!

At the same instant, three Special Grade auras also manifested and collided violently in the air, spreading gusts of strong winds and an oppressive, suffocating aura hung over the battlefield!

Asterion and the other three Special Grade Wizards might have been indifferent to the magical aura, but the same could not be said of the other wizards and witches. The fighting that was taking place on the battlefield stopped almost immediately, everyone felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their shoulders.

Asterion showed a calm, cold look, black armor with red eyes appeared on his body, under his shoulders, the crimson cloak rested on his shoulders.

Asterion's feet gradually left the ground and his body slowly flew into the air before the eyes of thousands of wizards, a visible dread spreading across the faces of the French Coalition. While they showed fear, the soldiers from England, Spain, Portugal and Italy gained momentum and morale seeing the figure gaining altitude like a true god.

"Monsieur Black, are you really going to attack us?" Philip asked, flying in front of Asterion, the man's face was incredibly dignified, Asterion's magical aura was far superior to his, and although the amount of Magical Energy could not be a key to victory in any duel, it showed that the other side would have more resistance!

Philip couldn't believe that that absurd amount of Magical Energy belonged to a fourteen-year-old boy! In his eyes, Asterion wasn't at his peak and could grow even more, which made the French prince look incredibly dignified.

This made him want to kill Asterion right then and there, but rationality overcame his fear, it was impossible for him to kill Asterion, especially with House Black's Innate Technique. From the information he had received, Asterion Black possessed more than twenty Special Grade Cursed Spirits.

That alone could consume him enormously, and once his Magical Energy ran out, he would become a fish to be slaughtered by Asterion without any resistance!

"We're at war, Prince Bourbon, let's not beat about the bush and go straight to the end, we can save our precious time." Asterion summoned his atom-cutting sword and spoke with a terrifyingly cold tone, without hiding his thirst for blood.

Philip realized that Asterion wasn't afraid to fight him, even though he had two Special Grade aides. This made Prince Frances' face extremely gloomy.

Seeing his face, Asterion wanted to laugh, there were few people who could make him back down from a fight and Philip was definitely not one of those people, even if there were three more Special Grade Wizards, he didn't care.

Stretching his hand forward, Asterion muttered with a cold tone. "Innate Spell Manipulation - Creation and Manipulation of Cursed Spirits - Summoning."

At the same moment, a sphere of black energy manifested in front of Asterion's palm, it looked totally black and obscure, smooth as a mirror in a perfect sphere shape.

Behind Asterion, six colossal black suns manifested in a mere instant, gigantic red eyes staring at Philip, sending chills through the Prince of France's body.

"That damn monster." Philip muttered to himself, discovering why ten Dark Lords came from House Black. How on earth could anyone not be corrupted by such a mighty power?

However, the French Prince showed no fear, he was a descendant of Charlemagne! How could he be afraid of anyone?

Philip drew a long, sharp sword and moved into attack position.

Philip didn't know it, but Asterion was the Black with the greatest amount of Magical Energy, superior even to the Ancestor of House Black, Corvinus Black.

Although he was confident of fighting three Special Grade Wizards, Asterion was no fool and followed Rose's advice, not underestimating the enemy. Sukuna could die, let alone him, a fourteen-year-old boy!

"Mahoraga." Asterion muttered again, and from one of the Six Black Suns, a large humanoid being wrapped in rags emerged.

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Author's thoughts:

There will be a lot of fighting, I'll try not to delay the chapters and keep you waiting, but bear in mind that I may be late, I'm having trouble finding a suitable time to write. That said, enjoy, it's going to be a sequence of fights before we jump a bit to Grindelwald and his plan.

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