Fury Unleashed at Hogwarts
You're lucky. I woke up feeling half good, half bad. So, even though you didn't reach 200 power stones, you did get to 180, which means you're close. So, I'll release the chapter.
Well, this time I did exaggerate a bit, but it turned out great, don't say it didn't.
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"Meow!"
Einar stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the meow. He lowered his gaze, frowning, and observed an orange, fluffy cat that resembled a small lion. It wasn't an ordinary cat: its face had a peculiar mix, as if something more than just a feline lived within it.
"You're Hermione's cat... What are you doing so far from your owner?" Einar asked, crouching down and watching it with interest.
The cat rubbed briefly against his leg, purring in familiarity. But, as quickly as it had come close, it moved away again. It walked a few meters before stopping, looking back with feline intensity.
"Well, you're smarter than you look… Let's see where you want to take me," Einar said, smiling slightly, before starting to follow it calmly.
They walked for several minutes through the corridors of Hogwarts until they arrived in front of the statue guarding the headmaster's office.
Einar narrowed his eyes.
"Why are you bringing me here?"
"Meow!" insisted the cat, looking intently towards the right side of the statue.
With his face hardening, Einar murmured a Nordic spell and activated his life-detection ability. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the outlines of the souls present beyond the stone illuminated before his vision.
...
Inside the headmaster's office...
Percy, Ludo Bagman, Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, and McGonagall were surrounding a group of students. In front of them, sitting, were Hermione, Ron, a small blonde girl, and Cho Chang.
"...Then we'll use a charm that Dumbledore himself will cast to put them into a deep sleep," Ludo was explaining confidently. "They'll breathe underwater, and the mermaids of the Black Lake will guard the 'hostages' to prevent any harm."
"But the tournament is tomorrow, isn't it?" Hermione asked, frowning.
"Yes, but we'll prepare everything in advance," Ludo responded hurriedly. "This way, we can avoid surprises."
McGonagall was unconvinced.
"Dumbledore, I still believe this is too risky. Even with mermaids, there are many dangerous creatures in that lake..."
"Don't worry," Ludo interrupted. "Even if they aren't rescued in time, we'll move them to a safe place once the test is over."
"Of course... We just have to trust our champions," Karkaroff added with a sneer, glancing sideways at Hermione. Internally, he hoped something would go wrong… though it was contradictory: if Hermione fell, wouldn't that hurt Viktor?
"But Gabrielle is just a child!" Madame Maxime exclaimed, a mix of doubt and anger in her voice.
"It's better if the hostages are dear to the champions," Ludo smiled, as if revealing a brilliant move. "That will motivate them even more."
"Alright," Dumbledore finally intervened, his voice calm yet firm. "As the tournament organizers have decided, I'll do my part. I will speak to the mermaids to ensure they protect them properly."
He raised his wand, about to cast his charm.
...
BOOM! CRACK! KRAAAASH!
The entire office shook as if the castle was being attacked. The floor vibrated. The paintings creaked. The magical creatures of the forest howled in desperation. The door exploded into a thousand pieces.
A young man entered.
Without a mask.
Only fury.
He wore red armor that almost seemed demonic, accentuating his anger.
A primal rage. Brutal. Almost ancient. It rose with him. The present felt how an invisible claw tightened around their throats. A murderous instinct hung in the air, paralyzing them.
Luckily, he didn't have his helmet on. Otherwise, they would have thought he was a demon come straight from hell to find them.
"P-Professor Einar...?" Hermione whispered, her eyes wide. The rest of the students looked at him as if they didn't recognize the man before them.
Einar didn't look at her. His gaze was fixed on Dumbledore. On Karkaroff. On Ludo.
"I was a fool to think my warnings would stay in their damn heads," he said, and his voice shook the walls.
Each word was thunder.
"You're not just willing to risk the lives of your champions… Now, you're also willing to risk the lives of their friends and families!"
The castle itself trembled with his fury. The walls screamed as if they felt pain. From the Forbidden Forest, the wildest creatures fled. The instinct didn't lie. Death had arrived.
"Who came up with this glorious idea?" he asked, looking at each one as if he were a judge about to pass judgment.
"N-no... They'll be fine... Dumbledore will protect them," Ludo stammered, his face pale as paper.
"Was it you?" Einar asked, stepping forward, each step a drumbeat in the chest of the onlookers. "And how exactly does the old wizard plan to protect them? By sinking them under a lake full of beasts?"
"A spell! Dumbledore will cast a spell!" Ludo screamed, spinning around to seek help. But he didn't get a chance to look at Dumbledore.
Einar extended his hand.
Before he could touch Ludo, a magical shield appeared between them.
Dumbledore, with his wand raised, had cast it.
But Einar barely snapped his fingers. The shield cracked like poorly tempered glass, and his hand closed around Ludo's neck, lifting him off the ground as if he were a doll.
"Doesn't seem very skilled with your spells, Mr. Bagman," he said with contempt.
Ludo kicked, struggling to breathe, his gaze pleading for help.
Only Dumbledore could move under Einar's aura.
"Enough, Professor Einar!" Dumbledore ordered in a grave tone. His wand was pointed, but it didn't strike.
Einar slowly turned his head toward him.
"I warned you. I was too kind. You won't risk my students' lives… or the lives of those they love."
Dumbledore opened his mouth to respond, but he didn't get the chance.
Einar threw Ludo like trash. His body slammed against the wall, and Bagman fell to the ground, gasping.
And before anyone could react…
Einar vanished.
And reappeared right in front of Dumbledore, his hand gripping a rune war mace, shining and surrounded by an ancient aura.
Dumbledore managed to raise his shield in time…
CLANG!
The mace struck like a comet.
The shield held, but the blow sent Dumbledore flying through the air, crashing through the wall behind him, and slamming into the courtyard floor.
The shield, cracked like ice about to break, sparked in his wand. The old wizard slowly got back up.
And for the first time in a long time...
He didn't have control.
Meanwhile, Einar jumped from the hole in the wall, landing with a crash that shook the ground not far from Dumbledore. The earth cracked beneath his boots.
In front of him, Dumbledore stood with a heavy look, as if he had centuries of decisions weighing on him. His robe billowed from the magical pressure emanating from both of their bodies.
Einar dropped his mace to the ground with force, making the terrain tremble, and with a simple flick of his wrist, it transformed into an imposing runic greatsword, larger than he was.
He approached slowly, each step leaving light craters in the ground.
"The last time our fight was interrupted. But it seems that the beating you deserve… has finally arrived," Einar said seriously, his voice deep and charged with ancient, contained rage.
Dumbledore sighed, his wand still lowered, though his body was tense, like that of a cornered animal.
"Einar, I don't want to fight you. We can talk about this," the headmaster said seriously, his voice firm but without arrogance.
Einar did not stop.
"I warned you, Dumbledore. Playing with the lives of your students is not something you can just talk about," he roared.
His eyes glowed with a golden light, the blood of the dragon awakening.
"WULD NAH KEST!"
The word of power exploded in the air like thunder. In the blink of an eye, Einar disappeared and reappeared right in front of Dumbledore, his greatsword descending like a divine judgment.
Dumbledore, without hesitation, cast a repulsion spell on himself, shooting off to the side just in time. The greatsword struck the ground with a deafening roar. A crack opened from the point of impact, advancing for dozens of meters, splitting rocks, destroying roots… and cutting nearby trees as if they were reeds.
The trees fell like dominoes as the echo of the strike shook the forest.
Dumbledore, now standing, raised his wand with resolve.
"Protego Maxima!"
A gigantic shield enveloped the area, but Einar had already jumped again, spinning his greatsword in the air. As he descended, he struck the shield with such brutal force that it shattered into a thousand bright fragments.
"TREMBLE, HOGWARTS!" Einar bellowed with the voice of an enraged god. "YOUR FOUNDER WOULD NOT BE SILENT BEFORE THIS… AND NEITHER WILL I!"
The ground cracked beneath his boots as if the earth itself recognized his authority. Around him, stones shattered, the air vibrated with unbearable pressure, and small snowflakes began to fall from the sky, a magical storm born from the growing chaos.
Dumbledore furrowed his brow, knowing that the balance had been broken.
"Incarcerous Tempestatis!" he shouted, pointing his wand at the sky.
From the clouds, living chains made of pure storm descended, intertwined lightning hissing like hungry serpents. They surrounded Einar, trying to bind him, devour him, subdue him.
Einar was unfazed. His greatsword, cracked from the intensity of the previous clash, was thrown aside with disdain.
"Lightning storm?" he murmured in a low and challenging voice.
He raised both hands forward, his eyes glowing like Nordic suns, and then…
BOOM!
A burst of lightning erupted from his palms, not one, but dozens, fired in succession like a divine machine gun. Each bolt tore through the chains, shattering them, making them twist and explode with deafening bursts. Dumbledore's protective shield began to take the impacts with such brutal frequency that its magical surface started to fracture, crackling on the verge of collapse.
"STRUN BAH QO!" Einar roared with a thunderous voice.
The magical shout reverberated through the entire sky. The clouds swirled with supernatural violence, gathering as if obeying an ancient pact. Lightning began to form a vortex, lighting up the world as if it were noon. One by one, the bolts fell, like spears of divine judgment, directed by the will of the Blood of the Dragon.
Dumbledore raised his wand with both hands to hold the final shield, but it was in vain.
"CRAAAACK!"
The shield exploded in a shower of arcane fragments, the explosion shaking the castle's windows and tearing statues from their pedestals. At the last second, Dumbledore conjured a Repulso on himself, throwing himself backward just before a lightning bolt struck the spot where he had been standing.
The impact left a smoking crater, and for a moment, everything was silent. Only the crackling of magic echoed in the air.
Dumbledore rolled on the ground, his robes tattered, his hair singed at the edges. He slowly stood up, breathing heavily, his face hardened like never before.
"I see why even ancient magic trembles in your wake…" he murmured gravely. "You're not from this world. And that's exactly what scares me."
"Why? For defending what you're supposed to protect?" Einar replied, walking through ashes and broken rocks, his gaze as cold as steel. "You're not a guide… You're just an old man afraid of losing his game."
Silent rage overtook Dumbledore, and with a flick of his wand, he raised his hand toward the sky.
"Ignis Dominus!"
A crown of infernal fire erupted from the ground in a perfect circle, spinning and growing like a living vortex of flames, so hot that the air crackled. A ring of fire seemed to move with Dumbledore's wand, guiding the flames.
But Einar only smiled slightly, a little excited, before shouting…
"YOL TOOR SHUL!"
A fiery burst of draconic essence erupted from his throat like the roar of a volcano. It wasn't just fire, but living, magical, and ancient flame, which collided with Dumbledore's spell. Einar's golden flames devoured the magical fire like dry kindling, advancing like an unstoppable tide. It was like facing a real dragon.
From the heights of the castle, dozens of students, alerted by the crash, peeked out in terror. Some from the hallways, others from the ruins of the courtyard, watching as the sky turned red and golden.
This made Einar halt his attack.
Dumbledore fell to his knees, his wand trembling, barely containing his ragged breath. Einar, without a scratch, only his cloak slightly singed, walked toward him with firm steps.
"Keep your hands off the students," he declared coldly, each word like a sentence. "I won't show mercy next time."
The silence was absolute. Only the wind among the rubble and the echo of thunder still rumbled in the distance.
"LOK VAH KOOR!" Einar shouted, clearing the sky before walking toward the castle. He still had to be present to see if the fools would dare to use their students and their families in their foolish games.