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Chapter 68: 68: Nolan von Draugr? You Better Not Mess with Him

"Well now, little wizard," the lead Auror drawled, scratching his head impatiently. "I don't care if you're a dark wizard or something else entirely, but you can't seriously think you can take on all five of us alone. Don't fight back—just drop your wand, stand still, and come quietly to the Ministry."

"Ahhh…" Nolan sighed.

A flash of red light streaked across the space between them.

The Auror flew backwards with a thunderous crash, slamming into the wall. "Aurors," Nolan muttered, brushing nonexistent dust off his sleeve. "Thickheaded fools who don't seem to understand English. I said—don't point your wand at me."

"You bastard! Dark wizard!" another Auror roared, whipping his wand forward. Sparks crackled in the air, but Nolan was faster. His spinning kick—meant for the hooded woman earlier—finally found its mark, connecting with the man's chest.

Crack! Half the Auror's ribs snapped instantly. He crashed into the wall, and the rest of his ribs shattered on impact. The Auror slumped down, struggling to breathe, unable to form a single word.

The female Auror's eyes widened in horror. For the first time, she no longer doubted that the boy in front of her could wield the Unforgivable Curses.

"Luca… we need backup!" she stammered.

"Don't be ridiculous, Fi! He's just one kid!" Luca barked, his pride bruised by the humiliating display of trained Aurors crumpling at the hands of a small figure. Furious, he raised his wand, but Nolan's wand struck first—hard—jabbing straight into Luca's face.

Rip! The wand peeled the flesh clean off his cheek.

"There was someone else who pointed their wand at me earlier this year," Nolan said quietly, his voice cold and distant. "She even tried the Cruciatus Curse on me… Her family doesn't exist in the wizarding world anymore."

Behind him, the fourth Auror seized the moment to cast a Stunning Spell. Nolan didn't turn. He simply lifted his hand—snap!—and crushed the spell mid-air as if it were nothing more than brittle glass.

"No one," Nolan said, his eyes narrowing. "No one points their wand at me. Not even Dumbledore. And you? You're nothing."

With a flash of light from his wand, Luca crumpled to the ground as if struck by an iron hammer.

Fi's trembling fingers gripped her wand as she desperately signaled for reinforcements. She had never witnessed such raw power. The boy had shattered a fully formed Stunning Spell with his bare hand—something that shouldn't have been possible.

"This… this isn't right," she whispered in disbelief. "Stupefy doesn't just… break."

Nolan watched her for a moment, then sighed.

"There are one hundred and seventy Aurors in the United Kingdom," Nolan said softly, taking a step forward. "I don't know what the Ministry teaches you all these days, but not a single one of you can cast a proper Shield Charm before I knock you out."

He was now facing the fourth Auror, who frantically hurled curse after curse at him. Nolan moved fluidly, his wand flicking with precision, deflecting each spell with a sharp crack, as if swatting away annoying insects.

With leisurely steps, Nolan advanced toward him, eventually stopping inches away.

Tilting his head, Nolan looked up at the man and squinted.

"Why are you so tall?" Nolan asked casually.

"You little brat—don't think the Ministry will let you off for this!" the Auror spat.

Nolan frowned in distaste. "Your mouth needs work."

With a swift kick, he struck the Auror's knee, forcing him to collapse onto the ground. Nolan followed up immediately, driving his foot into the man's chest and knocking him flat.

The next moment, Nolan slapped him across the face.

Smack!

"Calling me a brat? Who do you think you are?" Nolan's voice remained eerily calm as he delivered another backhand.

Smack!

"An Auror?"

Smack!

"You think that means something?"

The slaps echoed through the air—sharp and relentless.

"N-no… stop…" Fi's voice trembled as her legs buckled beneath her.

She had been an Auror for only two years, still unaccustomed to the brutal realities of hunting dark wizards. She had never encountered anything like this.

"And you…"

Nolan straightened, watching the Auror slump unconscious to the ground, his face swollen and bloodied. Slowly, his crimson eyes shifted to Fi.

"You pointed your wand at me too."

"P-please…" Fi stammered, trembling. "We—we were just doing our job! Pointing wands is protocol! We weren't going to attack you, I swear! We just… wanted you to come quietly!"

"I don't care." Nolan advanced, one step at a time.

Fi instinctively stepped back, her grip on her wand loosening as fear clouded her thoughts.

"I came to Diagon Alley on Dumbledore's orders," Nolan said calmly, voice as smooth as silk but sharp enough to cut. "While I was here, I was attacked by two dark wizards and a female magical creature. They used Unforgivable Curses on me. I disabled two of them. The third was within my grasp—victory just moments away. And then… the great Aurors arrived."

He stopped in front of her.

Even at his modest height of 5 feet, Nolan still had to tilt his head back to meet Fi's eyes.

"You let them escape," Nolan murmured. "And then you pointed your wands at me."

Fi's back hit the cold stone wall. Her breath quickened, but she couldn't will herself to raise her wand.

"Alright, alright! That's enough, Mr. Von Draugr!"

At last, Dumbledore and Fudge arrived, robes fluttering as they rushed onto the scene.

Fudge had been enjoying his afternoon tea when the distress call came through from the Aurors. He had been about to dispatch a ten-man squad to reinforce them, but Dumbledore intercepted him before he could.

Upon learning the 'threat' was Nolan—and that the Aurors had attacked him unprovoked—Fudge nearly choked on his scone.

"No," Nolan replied without turning, his voice soft but resolute. Both Dumbledore and Fudge recognized the weight those words carried. A warning.

"Dumbledore, I agreed to help you. That was me extending goodwill to the wizarding world. I thought perhaps the Von Draugr family and wizards could come to an understanding."

Fudge visibly paled. He waved his hands, stepping forward hastily.

"Mr. Von Draugr, on behalf of the Ministry, I apologize," Fudge said, his round face glistening with sweat. "But surely you understand! Any Auror, faced with such a scene, would react similarly. After all, you were at the scene of the crime… and the suspicion—well, it was reasonable."

"Suspicion?" Nolan echoed, tilting his head slightly. The word seemed to amuse him.

He lazily raised his wand.

"Accio wand."

With a faint whoosh, the wand belonging to the skewered, arrow-riddled wizard flew into Nolan's hand.

Nolan now held two wands, twirling them thoughtfully in his fingers. Then, with a flick of his own unicorn wand, he whispered:

"Prior Incantato."

The air shimmered.

The ghostly echo of the Cruciatus Curse crackled before their eyes—the dark wizard's unmistakable curse lashing out at Nolan.

Dumbledore and Fudge exchanged heavy glances as the memory faded into nothingness.

Nolan chuckled softly, his gaze flickering between the two men.

"Well?" he said, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. "There's your beloved Unforgivable Curse. Found it at last, haven't you? Difficult task, I imagine. For your exceptionally talented Aurors."

Fudge's pudgy face twitched, but he had no response.

The wand fell silent in Nolan's grip.

Nolan slowly turned back to Fi, who still trembled against the wall, paralyzed by the weight of his gaze.

His lips parted, revealing elongated canines. Sharp, pearly fangs glinted in the light.

Fi's eyes widened with dread.

Nolan's head dipped forward—straight for her neck.

"Wait!"

Fudge's panicked cry echoed across the alley.

"You can't! She's one of our Aurors!"

Dumbledore exhaled softly, lifting a hand to still Fudge's frantic protests.

"You won't stop him, Cornelius," Dumbledore said quietly, peering over his half-moon spectacles. His eyes shimmered with an unspoken understanding. "As Mr. Von Draugr stated… showing hostility to a pureblood vampire carries consequences."


Chapter 69: 69: Trapping the Dark Lord... Yes, Just Like Catching a Rat

Cornelius Fudge trembled slightly. He was not accustomed to the sight of vampires baring their fangs.

No white wizard ever truly felt comfortable around dark magical beings, even if those beings embodied eternal beauty. Beneath that beauty, people still remembered the lurking shadows of death.

"Dumbledore… you must tell me… Dumbledore, what is Mr. Von Draugr doing? He—he's not going to… to kill Fi, is he?" Fudge stammered.

"Kill her? I doubt it."

Dumbledore shifted his tone with remarkable ease. Once it became clear that this situation could not be avoided, he leaned into it, letting his curiosity take hold.

"When a vampire finds someone… interesting, they rarely kill them outright," Dumbledore remarked, his voice soft but laced with meaning.

He was right.

Aside from fledgling vampires driven by uncontrollable bloodlust, very few vampires drained their victims completely. It was wasteful—like killing the goose that laid the golden egg. Even vampire families valued sustainability.

Nolan's fangs pierced Fi's neck. He drank slowly, the warm trickle of blood gradually quelling the anger burning inside him.

As for Fi—

The poor, inexperienced Auror still had no idea what was happening to her.

She felt heat bloom through her body, but a deep chill settled into her bones. The strange blend of warmth and coldness wrapped around her, heightening her senses in ways she couldn't comprehend.

And as more of her blood flowed into Nolan's mouth, the sensation intensified.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips.

Fudge's face turned red. His head jerked to the side, as if averting his gaze could somehow erase the awkwardness of witnessing such an intimate act.

Dumbledore's eyes, however, sparkled with amusement and quiet understanding.

With hands clasped behind his back, the headmaster stepped closer to Nolan and the trembling Auror.

"There's no need to be so embarrassed, Cornelius," Dumbledore said lightly. "This… pleasure is something our dear Miss Fi cannot resist. Drinking blood is one way vampires reproduce. Naturally, it feels… pleasurable to the recipient."

Nolan released Fi from his bite, letting her body slump against the wall. He wiped his mouth with a crisp handkerchief, his expression cool and composed.

"I didn't infect her," he remarked, dabbing at the faint smudge of crimson on his lips. "The blood of the Von Draugr family is valuable. I wouldn't waste it on a random woman."

"A random—? She's an Auror of the Ministry!" Fudge sputtered, momentarily outraged.

But the realization struck him swiftly.

"Wait—you mean to say, Mr. Von Draugr, that she won't turn?"

Fudge's heart leapt with relief.

If Fi disappeared under mysterious circumstances during his term, the backlash would be catastrophic. A missing Auror was the kind of scandal that led to public outcry—and worse, political upheaval.

"Yes. She won't turn," Nolan confirmed lazily.

"But I wouldn't mind keeping her as part of the Von Draugr collection. Her blood type is A. Not rare, but pleasant enough."

Without another word, Nolan conjured a long, silver cord.

He looped it around Fi's neck with the casual ease of someone putting a leash on a pet.

"No!"

Fudge's shrill cry echoed down the alley.

"You can't take her!"

"That's not your decision to make, Minister," Nolan replied coldly, his gaze flicking toward Fudge.

The mere weight of Nolan's eyes made the portly Minister shrink into himself, nervously fiddling with his robes.

"Your people dared to interfere in my battle, point their wands at me, and accuse me of crimes. There must be consequences," Nolan stated plainly.

"This woman now belongs to me."

Fi, still dizzy from the blood loss, let out a weak, garbled protest as Nolan tugged lightly on the cord, guiding her forward.

He led her a few steps before pausing to glance over his shoulder.

"Oh, and Minister," Nolan added, "I suggest you train your Aurors better. This time, Dumbledore was here. I won't be so lenient next time."

Nolan's footsteps echoed softly as he walked away, Fi trailing reluctantly behind him.

Dumbledore followed at a leisurely pace, hands tucked into his sleeves.

Fudge remained frozen in place, watching the two figures vanish into the busy street.

The Minister had no idea what schemes Dumbledore and Nolan were plotting.

But he knew one thing for certain—his competence as Minister of Magic would once again be questioned.

It was only a matter of time before the Daily Prophet published headlines about a missing Auror.

And when that day came, the public's outrage would undoubtedly fall squarely on Cornelius Fudge's shoulders.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake… this couldn't possibly get any worse…"

Meanwhile, Dumbledore and Nolan strolled leisurely back to Hogwarts, using Floo powder to return through the fireplace.

As Nolan stepped out of the flames, he casually handed the Sorcerer's Stone to Dumbledore.

"Here. The task you gave me is complete," Nolan said, brushing soot from his sleeves. His crimson eyes flickered with curiosity. "Though I am rather intrigued about what you plan to do with it… I must admit, I'm surprised you haven't simply destroyed it. Are you pursuing immortality as well, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Immortality?"

Dumbledore chuckled softly, the twinkle in his eyes sharp and bright.

"Oh no, Nolan. As I've told you before, living forever isn't as wonderful as it sounds. It strips away pieces of your soul, even if you happen to be the greatest wizard in history."

With a mischievous grin, Dumbledore reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag.

"Fancy a sweet, Nolan? It'll help with the fatigue."

Nolan arched an eyebrow.

"You carry cockroach clusters everywhere, don't you?" he asked with disdain.

He tugged at the leash in his hand, and the dazed and bewildered Fi stumbled forward with a yelp.

Poor Fi.

Reality was finally sinking in—her captor, the strange boy she'd foolishly pointed her wand at, was a vampire.

And now, here she was, being paraded through the halls of her old school, led on a leash like a dog.

Dumbledore could clearly see her, yet the old headmaster didn't seem the least bit concerned.

It was maddening.

Fi was moments away from an emotional breakdown.

Dumbledore, utterly unfazed, led them both to the fifth floor.

Stopping in front of a stone gargoyle, he uttered the password.

The gargoyle leapt aside, revealing the spiral staircase that led to the headmaster's office.

Once inside, Dumbledore carefully unwrapped the Sorcerer's Stone and placed it on his desk.

As he examined it with a few quick flicks of his wand, he answered Nolan's lingering question.

"You asked why I'm keeping it?" Dumbledore mused. "The answer is simple, Nolan. The Stone may be of no use to me, but with a little creativity, we can make it quite useful."

Nolan tilted his head thoughtfully.

"Like cheese in a mousetrap?"

Dumbledore laughed, eyes crinkling with delight.

"I must say, I never know what a vampire will say next," he replied with a wink.

"Do you have a mouse problem in your castle as well, Nolan?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

Nolan sighed dramatically.

"My cat isn't very reliable. She seems to think hunting mice is beneath her. Apparently, that sort of thing is reserved for 'less sophisticated' cats. Hers is the kind of sophistication that involves charming her way into extra servings of gourmet cat food. I don't know how she ended up like this… lazy creature."

Dumbledore laughed heartily at Nolan's exasperation.

"Well, Nolan, I believe you'll enjoy the game we're about to play," Dumbledore said, brushing a hand over the gleaming red Stone.

"This year, we're setting a trap here at Hogwarts. This Stone… will be the cheese at the center of the cage. And the mouse we intend to catch—"

Dumbledore's gaze sharpened, his voice dropping to a quiet intensity.

"—is none other than the Dark Lord himself."

He smiled, blue eyes twinkling once more.

"It's quite the delightful game, don't you think?"

Nolan's lips curled into a faint smile.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore."

Their eyes met for a brief moment.

And in that silent exchange, both wizard and vampire shared the same thought.

Let the game begin.


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