Chapitre 12: A party at the Bones mansion
We arrived at Madame Bones' house and I was bored out of my mind. The house was a typical wizard-style mansion, Gothic in structure and full of a dreary eighteenth-century look. Nothing else. There was a nice English garden, but compared to ours...bleh.
Our house was still superior. In fact, the Von Benno's secret mansion was located in France, more precisely in a very remote French mountain range. There was considerable forest surrounding the mansion and a natural lake with fish and freshwater shrimp. The forest itself had a significant collection of magical animals such as stuffed animals and fairies... it was quite idyllic.
On top of that, it was very well located and untraceable thanks to Fidelius launched by a super old House Elf who lived in the Von Benno Mansion. He existed only for the spell and that was his only function. Of course he was linked to his mother and it was his mother's magic that fueled Fidelius, but it was the elf who cast the spell. When I asked the mother how an elf could use spells, she said that she taught the Twik about various wizarding spells in exchange for being taught the more common elven magic.
We walked down the road that led to the mansion just after we Apparated and were greeted by a house-elf. Ironically, the house elf was wearing a threadbare and slightly soiled pillowcase just like most house elves of all blood purists. The Bones family claims to be allied with the light but still mistreats their house elves. It's laughable. Wizarding society was full of these annoying little hypocrisies. They thought they were the best even though they were just flies like everyone else in this world... maybe with the exception of a few (father and mother and future friends I might have in the future).
"Welcome home Bones, may I ask your names?" a human butler (witch, I believe) greeted us after we entered. He looked neat and clean, not pretty but nice looking. I just stared at him for a few uncomfortable minutes until my mom replied:
"We are from the Von Benno family. Alice Von Benno and Vitra Astaroth Von Benno."
The look of surprise on the servant's face didn't go unnoticed by me and my mother, but we didn't pay any more attention to it. He just bowed in our direction and led us to the ballroom. This party would suck, I was sure. I've already disliked the affair with the elf and now this idiot bastard in butler clothes who only respects wizarding nobility.
Disgusting!
"Mom… what is the event? Why is Lady Bones having this party?" I asked with slight indifference. I didn't really want to know, but when you exist in a world alone with two unique people then talking to those two people was a must.
Come to think of it, Lupi is not a fly. But it's still a cute wolf dog that has little or no sentient intelligence. I guess.
The employee, hearing my question, hastened to respond.
"Lady Bones is celebrating Miss Susan's first accidental magic..."
"I don't remember asking you, annoying fly." She said in an icy voice. "She will never again intrude in my conversations in the future... that said, but... is accidental magic cause for celebration?" I asked in disbelief.
The servant seemed surprised by my attack and even more surprised by my doubt, I noticed. He seemed almost at a loss to understand the reason for my question. My mother smiled bitterly before saying:
"It is customary among purebloods to celebrate the fact that their heirs are wizards and not squibs. It is also at these parties that a child from a noble house is presented to the wizarding court to socialize."
"Isn't something like that weird? I mean, is it so hard to do magic? Sounds easy to me…" she said thoughtfully.
"It's easy for you because you're a genius, Vitra." Mom looked smiling, but only her eyes showed such a thing. Her expression was still cold.
"I see. I think Madame Bones was concerned with the disgrace that if the battery on her were her niece and only heiress in the family were a miscarriage. I wonder why wizards didn't create a spell to cure this condition. It shouldn't be difficult."
"It's very difficult, Vitra." Mom interrupted lightly. She looked sad for some reason. "For starters, not even regular wizards can explain where their own magic comes from. Imagine creating a spell that affects the area where someone else's magic is... it's impossible..."
"Unlikely. Not impossible." Correct.
"Whatever you say. Anyway, the chances of actually finding a cure for this condition are unlikely and quite difficult... and even if we did... what would be the requirements to cast the spell? Are there any special or adverse conditions? Do all abortions have the same problem? There are many variables."
"I understand..."
The servant who guided us became even more admired. I could feel the admiration and awe flowing out of him and running towards me like a dog in search of bone. There was fear too but I didn't mind. Flies are irrelevant. His superficial thoughts were quite simplistic and without malice so I just ignored him. As long as the flies don't bother me I won't bother them, simple as that.
"I hope this thing ends soon. I can't stand inbred wizards with a superiority complex." I commented scathingly. "Mom, since it's an abnormal party, is bringing presents appropriate?"
"The first time you do magic is kind of a celebration as important as birthdays for wizards...so yes, it's appropriate." Answered.
"I see... I must ask for gifts more often from now on." I expressed my selfish desire.
"You extorted your father every month and you still don't feel satisfied?"
"Mother, please, we have to seize opportunities when they come. I'm not extorting, just... advancing a part of my future inheritance. Only that. Also as a future Slytherin, I should be acting this way to demonstrate cunning." I declared without shame.
"More like daylight robbery."
"Mother, you offend me like that!" I falsely gasped with my hand on my chest as I wore a pitiful expression of disbelief.
"You… forget it. Let's say hello to the hostess and her niece." Mom says as she walks over to a nice-looking older woman.
This is going to be boring.
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I was exhausted. Greeting old farts and young witches and adult witches and old witches... honestly, my mental energy level was low. After all the presentation and rehearsed lines I was finally released to, guess what, socialize with the kids.
Just as I expected, bitch Malfoy and her blond family came to the party, so Draco Malfoy was in the group of pureblood boys and girls I had to approach. The room the children were in was long and filled with soft, expensive-looking rugs. There were tables with various attractive foods and light drinks in light tones. Punch? Who would know? It seems that wizards still imitate Muggles even if they don't want to. At least I believe that's the case since I never knew the punch was invented by wizards. Besides the Malfoy bitch we had Daphne Greengrass here and her sister Tracey Davies, Susan Bones and Pansy Parkinson. All my future colleagues at Hogwarts.
I had already introduced myself to Susan by then and had no common interests with her anymore. She was a cute girl with round cheeks and scared eyes, brown hair and eyes. Her form hasn't matured yet so until that happens I wouldn't get too close to her. The same about the Greengrass sisters. I hadn't realized it before, but all the iconic and beautiful characters I planned to steal for my nobility were cute children and not beautiful women. I wasn't a lolicon so I didn't see reasons for intimacy.
"Well, if it isn't the mysterious von Benno heir." An irritating voice came out. I just kept looking for a treat without giving the air of noticing anything. "Hey, didn't you hear me?"
More and more noise. Such an annoying fly. Should I crush? It will be more problematic than ignoring it. Let's just pretend I didn't hear the buzz. Ah, maybe I should walk with my special insecticide from now on.
"You are not listening to me? I am Draco Malfoy. Do you know who my father is?"
Maybe crushing is not enough? Humiliate perhaps? A humiliated fly is a silent fly. And silent flies are bearable flies. Otherwise he might as well die.
Well, that thought was kind of scary even for me, but I had already imbibed a kind of innate arrogance towards most humans. I think it was a side effect of being half demon. Like Merlin.
That fly was still talking.
"I am the heir to the Malfoy house…and I am a full-fledged wizard. My mother is a thoroughbred of the Black House and I... blah blah blah."
*Septic Cisternina* I whispered softly. This was a rather malicious spell on my part because it connected the target's large intestine to a real Muggle fossa. The wizards didn't have a problem with waste because we could just wave our wand and that was it, no shit or uncomfortable-smelling urine to horrify. One nod and one disappearance and it was resolved. Muggles use a different sewer system. Oh yes, wizards have sewers like we saw in Chamber of Secrets, but did you see the color of that water? It was clean. Not to mention that the sewer was connected to the lake and the lake was home to merfolk and merfolk and giant squid. It would be impossible to play shit there.
Anyway, as Draco's large intestine was inundated with other people's shit, the amount of filth inside him should cause a lot of trouble soon.
3...
two...
1...
"I'm talking to you! Bastard, I..."
Gruunph...
The sound sounded unnaturally loud in the room and soon the stench spread. Draco started to expel dozens and dozens of liters of feces from his anus and his robes were already filthy and brownish. I had already moved away from him and was wearing a K-poper-style mask with dozens of black air-purifying runes to avoid the stench.
"What is happening?" Madame Bones appeared and looked at the boy in disgusted dismay. "Mr. Malfoy, can you explain to me..."
"My tummy…Um…I'm…" He had his hands covering his stomach with an uncomfortable expression. There was no pain involved, but I believed he must have caught some sinister bacteria. I deactivated the spell at that point as I didn't want to be suspicious. Liters of feces was one thing, but if it didn't stop then the chances that he'd been bewitched would be too good not to be suspicious.
If they don't already, of course.
I smiled slightly. The fly was horrified to have been seen defecating in public and Malfoy senior's face was priceless. Gods, I'm going to hell won't I? But before that I'm going to cause even more chaos.
*aeternum vomitus maledictionem* I intoned silently as I waited for the effect that soon came. Abysmal amounts of liquid and semi-digested food were dispatched from the fly brat while most people felt horrified as it was a jet launched toward the adults. Most of the parents were already there and that ended the party for sure. Hehehe.
But I wasn't done yet. Not even.
*Tsukyomi*
It was my cruelest magic ever, but the name was just my fabrication. The magic consisted of abducting a consciousness from your soul body (basically taking the soul from your astral body) and casting it into an infinite loop illusion that would guarantee mind breaking to a greater degree and PSTD to a lesser degree. I cast the spell with as little magic as I could and imagined the scenario that little Malfoy would face.
// Green horny Goblin Mode //
That was the scenario. Taken from the Goblin Slayer anime. It basically portrayed the scene of an orgy where the main course was Draco. I wouldn't describe this scene, but you can already imagine the horror the 5-year-old was facing. Was I too cruel? I thought. Maybe using Pennywise mode would be more human...but...no. I don't think I did anything that bad. If he were a girl then it would be very traumatic, but he was a man…a child man, but still a man. Not to mention Pennywise mode was no less horrible. Getting eaten piece by piece while still alive or a sex session with Goblins for 2 hours...I don't know which would be more traumatic.
Anyway, by then Draco had already passed out. The body full of feces and vomit and the mind completely messed up by sexual nightmares. Hehehe... I'm bad.
"Let's go." Mom spoke with her hand squeezing my shoulder. "I'll deal with you when we get home."
"What did I do?"
She looked at me and I looked away, startled. She was a powerful witch after all, whoever got in her way would be crushed. Like flies. Looks like I can just appeal and use my cute, pitiful eyes that I refuse to call dog eyes. Yes, I will call it Vitra Eyes from now on. I hope it works, otherwise a lot of pain awaits me.
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