Far from the industrial heart of the once-great British Empire, nestled in the rugged Scottish Highlands, stood a majestic castle.
Perched atop craggy cliffs overlooking a dark, haunting lake, it was surrounded by a dense, ancient forest teeming with secrets.
This was no ordinary castle – it was The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a place of mystery, magic, and legend.
For over a millennium, Hogwarts had been the pinnacle of magical education, welcoming witches and wizards from the British Isles and beyond.
It was a bastion of learning and protection for the magically gifted, a place where the arcane arts were passed down through generations.
Its halls were steeped in history, echoing with the footsteps of young magic-users and the whispers of long-forgotten spells.
On this particular day, the castle hummed with life.
First-years scurried through the corridors, wide-eyed and excited, while the older students navigated the ever-shifting staircases with practiced ease.
Within the Great Hall, the clattering of silverware and the low buzz of conversation filled the air as students gathered for lunch.
At one end of a table, a group of first- and second-years huddled together, animatedly discussing the latest gossip.
"Did you hear? Professor Rakepick was caught – she's a Dark witch working for an evil organization! She used the Cruciatus Curse on a fifth-year student, Merula Snyde and fled the castle last night!" one whispered, eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
"I know! The Ministry sent Mad-Eye Moody to catch her! Moody! He's a legend!" another added, his voice brimming with awe as he took out a pentagonal card containing the figure of the Wizard.
[ Magister Moody – Four Star ]
All they were excited about was getting a chance to see one of the most famous battle wizards of the time.
They spoke in hushed tones, thrilled by the drama unfolding in their midst, but oblivious to the gravity of the situation.
Dark wizards at Hogwarts were no laughing matter, and the older students knew it all too well.
At the far end of the table, the senior years ate in silence, their expressions grim.
They understood the dangers of having a Dark witch infiltrate their ranks as a professor no less.
The coming weeks would undoubtedly be tense and filled with suspicion and caution lest they too be implicated in matters involving Dark organization that somehow managed to infiltrate Hogwarts.
Meanwhile, a Hufflepuff girl with striking features made her way toward the Ravenclaw table, scanning the faces of her classmates.
"Hey, have any of you seen Alex?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Nah," replied a boy named Victor Ketsueki, barely looking up from his meal. "Professor Kettleburn let us out early. Last I saw, he was talking to him. Maybe he's in the common room?"
The girl sighed. "Thanks, anyway," she muttered, retreating to her own table with a reluctant nod.
Meanwhile
Up on the second floor of the castle, away from the bustling Great Hall, a different kind of scene was unfolding near the abandoned girls' bathroom.
Muahhh...
Ahhnhh...
"……It feels so good…" Breathless whispers and soft moans echoed from inside a small, confined space.
Hidden in a broom closet, two teenagers were lost in each other, their bodies rubbing against each other in a sensual way as they entangled together in a heated embrace.
The both of them kissed each other hungrily as the boy's hands wandered beneath the girl's uniform, exploring her smooth, bare skin with an eager, trembling touch.
His hands moving up towards her ample yet still growing bosom.
But before he could go any further, a shrill voice interrupted them.
"Hehe... what are you doing, Alex?" teased a ghostly voice from the hallway.
The boy froze, his hands pulling back as he and the girl hastily disentangled themselves.
"Myrtle…" the girl groaned in exasperation, her excitement from earlier dying down as she hurried to straighten her clothes. "Why do you always do this?"
Floating in front of the 'hidden' broom closet was the translucent figure of Moaning Myrtle, her spectral form hovering as she wore a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying the disturbance she had caused.
"Because it's not fair!" Myrtle whined dramatically. "You two get to have all the fun while I'm stuck being miserable, moaning, and moping in this awful bathroom!" pointing towards the said bathroom as her figure dramatically did a few arial maneuvers.
Alex shook his head with a resigned smile as he adjusted his robes. "You're always a mood-killer, Myrtle," he said, stepping out of the closet with his partner.
The ghost gave a theatrical pout, but her expression softened as she added, "Oh, and by the way – lunch is over. Classes are starting soon. Thought I'd let you know."
"Thanks for the heads up," Alex muttered, glancing at the girl beside him with an apologetic grin. "Guess Myrtle's saving us in more ways than one, huh?"
The girl sighed but managed a small smile. "Yeah, yeah. Just make sure to find us a better spot next time."
"I promise," Alex said with a wink. "But I've got to run. Professor Snape's class is next, and you know he won't hesitate to take points if I'm late."
The girl gave him a playful elbow. "Fine, but you owe me a nice dinner at Forks and Knives. And no more broom closets."
"Anything for you" Alex said, as he embraced her body once more, planting her lips with a passionate kiss once again.
Like a deer caught in the headlights, the girl was flustered once again as she kissed Alex, their heads separating after a while as he said with a smile "Don't sweat the little things Beth, I'll find us a new place soon"
As Alex turned to leave, she called after him, "Seriously, why did you even pick Alchemy as your elective? Isn't Snape enough torture with Potions?"
"It's an Easy credit," Alex replied with a grin. "Plus, I'm the only one who can get Ravenclaw points out of him!"
With a wave, he jogged down the corridor, making his way toward the dungeons for Snape's class.
Back in the classroom, Victor was waiting.
"Hey, Alex! Tonks was looking for you earlier. Where've you been?"
"Got a late start today. Didn't feel like lunch either," Alex replied as he took his seat. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small slip of paper.
With a tap of his wand, the paper expanded into a full-sized book, its leather cover gleaming with gold lettering: "Alchemy and its Secrets" – by Nicolas Flamel.
Victor watched in awe. "Still cool every time you do that. What's the spell again?" taking out his own copy of the book from his bag of holdings.
"Verto for the transformation, then Engorgio to enlarge it," Alex said, settling in.
Victor smirked. "How do you manage to juggle your relationship with the two–"
But before he could finish, Professor Snape swept into the room, his robes billowing behind him as the chatter died down.
With a practiced flick of his wand, the door to the dungeon sealed, barring any latecomers from entering.
"Today, we begin Chapter Nine," Snape said in his low, cutting voice. "We will finally move on to the practical applications of what you've learned this year – Transmutation of Elements."
The classroom fell silent as Snape began his lecture, his dark eyes sweeping over the students with a cold, calculating gaze.
- - - - - - - - -
Verto – A basic transfiguration spell that turns objects into something else temporarily.
Engorgio – A mid-level transfiguration spell that can enlarge things for a long time
[Warning: Mature Content – Gore]
"Set Mission," Alex whispered, his eyes gleaming momentarily.
Before him, a black, translucent screen materialized, faintly glowing in the dim dungeon light.
[ Set the Parameters ]
"Gain house points from Snape in Alchemy class." Alex whispered in a hush voice as his quill floated in front of him, writing on the parchment by itself as it listened to Snape.
[Setting up Mission...]
[Calculating Difficulty and Rewards...]
[ Objective: Earn house points for Ravenclaw from Professor Severus Snape during the Alchemy class.
Mission Rank: E
Reward: The Tales of Beedle the Bard ]
'Still an E-rank...' Alex sighed mentally, pushing away the mild disappointment.
His focus returned to Snape's droning lecture, though his thoughts wandered to the origins of his strange new life.
FLASHBACK
"Was it worth it, Alex?" The voice was guttural, almost a snarl. An aged yet muscular man stood before him, racking the slide of a pistol with casual menace.
Alex, barely 18, was chained to a cold metal chair. Titanium shackles cut into his wrists. Blood dripped from his swollen, battered face. His vision was hazy, one eye punctured with a rusty iron nail, a slow trickle of blood pooling on the floor beneath him.
"Fuck you man, just... get it over with, I'm pretty tired already" Alex muttered, lips curled in a broken smile, his teeth missing and breath shallow.
He was barely recognizable – yet this ruined youth had become the most wanted man in the world.
Not because of his age, but for the unspeakable acts that brought the mighty Federation to its knees.
He had killed the seven heads of the Federation, led a successful rebellion that shattered their iron-fisted control over the planet.
How had a boy not even twenty achieved what entire nations could not?
Traits.
On his world, traits were a magical ability, awakened at the age of six.
Fortunate ones find it within days while ones that are unfortunate spend their lifetimes searching for it, but Alex's trait had come early – and it had come with a cost.
"Your trait... it's something else, isn't it?" the man, Tyson, sneered, pressing the barrel of the gun to Alex's temple.
Tyson was the Federation's most feared enforcer, his own trait allowing him to drain vitality and strength from every person he killed.
But Alex had a trait even more formidable. He smirked internally, recalling the bloody lessons of his past.
Under the ruthless guidance of the rebellion's leader from a tender age, Alex had mastered his talent – Taking initiative.
His trait – Mission Maker – allowed him to set verbal objectives, transforming them into missions with tangible rewards. The harder the mission, the greater the reward.
The difficulty of missions ranked from F to S. F being the lowest while S rank being the highest
But, after years of using his trait, mastering and honing it's use, Alex had realized that the power to even calculate missions meant that somehow, his trait could scan the outside world, maybe even the entire world to collect data.
Not only that, the rewards that he gets are turned into physical form, meaning that his Trait could even create or rather, manipulate matter and reality at some scale.
Alex smiled; his head shaking in discontent as there was no benefit in mulling over that right now
"I've had enough of this..." Alex's smirk widened.
"Tch… enjoy hell, asshole" Tyson pulled the trigger.
Bang.
Warm blood and brain matter sprayed across the chamber's cold, metallic walls as he died in an instant.
[Congratulations! Trait Maker 42069 is the first to reach Mythical Trait status! Commencing Divine Evolution...]
END OF FLASHBACK
"Mr. Du Lac, if you would be so kind as to join us," Snape's voice cut through Alex's thoughts, the professor's dark gaze fixing on him. "You will demonstrate today's lesson."
Snape's sinister smile didn't faze Alex. It never did. 'You'll have to try harder than that', Alex thought, rising from his seat with an inward smirk.
Alchemy was a notoriously difficult subject, reserved for NEWT-level students. Few dared to take the course, especially under Snape's icy, unyielding gaze.
Yet here he was, a 5th year, commanding the respect – or at least fear – of his older peers.
There were only a dozen or so students registered for the elective and except from Alex and Victor, most were 7th year students belonging majorly to the Ravenclaw house.
Rest of the students were from Slytherin as Gryffindor and Hufflepuff folks did not even try to bother learning anything about the subject after they learned that Snape was the one going to teach it
Despite the complex nature of the course and the high technical background requirement, Alex, who had exploited his trait even in this new world for years, such a task was not that hard.
As Alex approached the professor's platform, he tapped his wand against his palm, focusing.
The tip of the wand glowed with a deep green glow as he began drawing a complex magic circle in the air.
The sigils made up of magic shimmered as they formed, suspended in midair like ethereal glyphs.
For a student to perform such a feat, especially in front of Severus Snape, was unheard of.
Snape's expression tightened, though he concealed his surprise.
"Five points to Ravenclaw," he muttered, his tone begrudging.
Alex allowed himself a small smile as he returned to his seat, the magic circle still hovering where he'd left it, glowing softly.
[ Objective: Earn house points for Ravenclaw from Professor Severus Snape during the Alchemy class.
Mission Rank: E
Status: Completed.
Reward: The Tales of Beedle the Bard ]
He had done it. Another mission accomplished.
As the class droned on, Alex's mind wandered again. This life – the new life – was surreal, yet strangely familiar.
He was no longer the nameless orphan who had clawed his way through the brutal dregs of society.
Here, he was Alexandre Du Lac, scion of an ancient and noble family.
His first ten years in this world were a blur, as though his mind had been submerged in a deep and dense fog. Only when his magic had manifested had his true consciousness – the one that remembered his other life – awakened.
That was when it all began to make sense.
His reward for overthrowing the Federation had not been something as mundane as wealth or power.
[Reward: Mark of Reincarnation.]
He had been granted a second life, and more importantly, he had retained his trait—Mission Maker.
With it, he had carefully crafted his rise in this world, exploiting every opportunity the magical world and Hogwarts had to offer.
Now, at just 15, he was not only at the top of his class but possibly the most powerful student across all seven years.
Alex's thoughts drifted back to the future, to the mission ahead. The game he was playing was only just beginning – and this time, he was determined to win it all.
As Alex walked down the path toward Hogsmeade, he couldn't help but glance sideways at Beth, the girl who had been on his mind more than usual lately.
The spring sun filtered through the trees, casting playful shadows on the stone-laden path, but Alex's thoughts were elsewhere.
He had promised Beth a special dinner at Folks and Knives, a high-end restaurant only frequented by the elites of the magical world.
But tonight wasn't just about food – it was a continuation of a moment they had shared not too long ago.
Beth was walking beside him, her hair catching the light in soft waves, her unique grey eyes reflecting excitement and curiosity.
Alex hadn't seen her like this in a long time. Despite the tense atmosphere around Hogwarts, Beth seemed lighter, smiling more often. She adjusted her robes and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her expression growing serious as she glanced up at the towering Hogwarts castle behind them.
"Everything feels different after yesterday, doesn't it?" she said quietly.
Alex nodded, his mind flashing back to the chaos that had unfolded.
Professor Rakepick's betrayal had been a shock for everyone, and the events in the cursed vault were still fresh in their mind.
"Yeah, it's strange," he admitted. "One day, everything feels normal, and the next… we're dealing with missing students and dark witches."
Beth's face hardened as she thought back to the battle in the cursed vault described by her peers.
"I never liked her, you know," she said, her voice tinged with frustration. "Rakepick always felt off to me. Maybe I didn't have proof, but something about her never sat right."
"She was skilled, though," Alex replied, his tone contemplative. "That's what makes it all the worse. She had power, experience… people trusted her."
Beth sighed. "And she used it to manipulate everyone. The Ministry, the students, even Dumbledore." Her voice softened as she looked at Alex. "I'm glad you didn't get caught up in it. I was worried."
"I had my own reasons for staying clear of her," Alex said with a faint smile, hoping to ease her worry. "Besides, I had a better reason to stay focused"
As he said he, turned towards her, looking into her eyes with affection.
Beth's lips curved into a smile at his words, and for a moment, the tension between them dissipated. "Always the charmer, aren't you?" she teased, though there was a warmth in her voice that hadn't been there before.
They reached the outskirts of Hogsmeade, and Alex guided her through the cobblestone streets until they arrived at Folks and Knives.
The restaurant was unlike anything Beth had ever seen before.
Its grand, enchanted windows reflected the vibrant night sky despite the fact it was still day outside, and golden, intricate chandeliers floated overhead, bathing the room in a warm glow.
The tables were elegantly set, each one surrounded by patrons dressed in the finest magical attire. It was a place where only the most powerful and influential wizards dined.
"Wow," Beth whispered, her eyes wide as they stepped inside. "This is… incredible."
Alex smiled as he led her to their reserved table, a secluded spot with a view of the enchanted garden outside. "Only the best for you," he said, pulling out her chair before sitting down himself.
As they settled in, the air between them grew lighter again. A house-elf wearing a crisp black tuxedo appeared to take their orders, his wide eyes gleaming with politeness. "Good evening, Master Du Lac, Miss," he said in a high-pitched voice, bowing low. "What may I bring you tonight?"
Alex glanced at Beth. "Anything catch your eye?"
She scanned the menu, her eyes dancing over dishes with names she'd never heard before. "How about the dragon filet?" she asked, looking up at Alex with a teasing glint in her eye. "I've always wondered what it tasted like."
Alex chuckled. "Brave choice. I'll take the same, and perhaps we can share a bottle of the goblin-made wine."
The house-elf nodded quickly. "An excellent choice, Master. Your meal shall be ready shortly."
As the house-elf disappeared, Beth leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. "It's funny, isn't it? How everything can feel so perfect in moments like this, but just outside, the world is on the brink of chaos."
Alex sighed, leaning back in his chair. "You're right. Hogwarts is still reeling from Rakepick's escape. The Ministry is scrambling to figure out what to do next. And the students… they're scared."
Beth's brow furrowed. "Do you think they'll find her?"
"They'll try," Alex said, his voice hardening. "But Rakepick is cunning. If she doesn't want to be found, it won't be easy."
Beth looked down at her hands. "It's terrifying, really. Knowing someone like her was so close to us all this time. And now, she's out there, free."
"We'll figure it out," Alex said, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. "We've faced worse, haven't we?"
Beth squeezed his hand, a soft smile returning to her face. "Yeah. I suppose we have."
Their conversation shifted to lighter topics as their meal arrived. The dragon filet was as rich and savory as they had hoped, and the wine complemented the meal perfectly.
As the evening wore on, laughter replaced the somber undertones of their earlier conversation, and the troubles of the world outside the restaurant seemed to melt away, if only for a little while.
By the time they finished, the magical sky outside the windows had turned a deep, starry purple. Alex leaned back in his chair, content, watching as Beth savored the last sip of her wine.
"Thank you," she said softly, looking at him with a genuine warmth. "For tonight. I needed this."
"So did I," Alex admitted, his gaze locking with hers. "It's nice to forget, even for a while."
As Alex and Beth stepped out of Folks and Knives, the warm air of Hogsmeade greeted them, a stark contrast to the tension simmering inside Hogwarts.
The night sky above twinkled with a cascade of enchanted stars, a stunningly serene backdrop to an evening that had been filled with both laughter and deeper conversation.
Beth's hand remained intertwined with his, and a comfortable silence hung between them. She leaned closer to him as they strolled down the cobblestone streets, clearly still in the glow of their shared evening.
"That was perfect," Beth sighed contentedly. "Better than I could've imagined."
"I'm glad you liked it," Alex replied with a soft smile. "We should do this more often."
Just as they were nearing the quieter part of the village, a voice rang out through the night air. "Alex! There you are!"
Alex stopped in his tracks, recognizing the unmistakable voice of Nymphadora Tonks. He turned, his heart skipping a beat as she strode toward him, her vibrant pink hair unmistakable even in the dim light.
She was still wearing her uniform robes, which contrasted sharply with the relaxed atmosphere of the evening, but her expression was a mix of relief and irritation.
"Where have you been? I've been worried sick!" Tonks exclaimed, her eyes scanning Alex for any sign of injury or distress.
Alex gave her a sheepish grin. "Just... out for dinner. I'm fine."
Tonks slowed her steps as she neared them, her keen senses picking up on something immediately.
Her nose crinkled slightly, and her eyes darted suspiciously between Alex and Beth. "Dinner, huh?" She sniffed the air, her face suddenly lighting up with realization. "Wait a minute… This smell..."
Beth, who had been standing silent for the last few moments, crossed her arms over her chest and grinned slyly. "What's the matter, Tonks? Smelling something familiar?"
Tonks' eyebrows shot up as her gaze landed squarely on Beth. "Oh, no way. You've got to be kidding me..."
"Oh, I'm not," Beth replied, clearly enjoying herself. She leaned into Alex, giving him a playful smile. "Let's just say our evening started long before dinner."
Tonks blinked, her cheeks flushing as she processed what Beth was implying. "Wait, you mean you two—"
Beth cut her off with a shameless smirk. "Kissed? Oh, yeah. And it wasn't just a little peck, either."
Alex tensed slightly, but he was more amused than anything. He could feel the storm brewing between the two girls.
Tonks' eyes widened, and she turned to Alex, a mix of disbelief and indignation written all over her face.
"And you didn't think to mention this to me?" Tonks demanded, placing her hands on her hips.
Her hair changed color from pink to a deep, fiery red, a clear sign that her emotions were starting to bubble over. "You just went off and –"
Beth leaned in closer to Alex, her voice sultry. "Well, I can't help it if I got to him first."
"Oh, you –" Tonks sputtered, her face growing redder as she whipped back around to Beth. "You think this is some sort of competition, don't you?"
Beth shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe."
Tonks narrowed her eyes, looking between Beth and Alex. Then, without another word, she stepped up to Alex, grabbing him by the front of his robes.
"You think I'm going to let her one-up me?" she muttered, before pulling Alex into a forceful kiss.
Alex, was caught slightly off guard but was far from displeased, letting out a muffled chuckle as Tonks pressed her lips to his.
She was trying to make a point, and Alex wasn't about to complain.
When she finally pulled back, her hair had shifted to a smug shade of purple, and she shot Beth a triumphant look.
"There," Tonks said, crossing her arms with a satisfied smile. "Now we're even."
Beth's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took a step forward. "Even? Oh, sweetheart, we're just getting started."
Alex chuckled from behind them, thoroughly entertained by the playful bickering unfolding before him.
Both Beth and Tonks were glaring at each other, though it was clear that there was no malice behind their words – just the heat of rivalry, one fueled by their feelings for him.
Tonks, still standing close to Alex, gave him a sideways glance, her lips twitching into a grin. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
Alex shrugged, trying to keep his expression neutral, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. "I mean, it's not every day two young and beautiful witches are vying for my affection."
Beth laughed softly. "He's got a point."
Tonks groaned, though the lightness in her voice had returned. "You're lucky we both like you, Du Lac."
"Very lucky," Beth added, flashing Tonks a challenging look. "Though, I'd argue he likes me a bit more after tonight."
Tonks' eyes flared again, though there was a mischievous glint in them this time. "Oh, I'm not done yet. I'll just have to find my own ways to remind him who's really the best."
Alex sighed, half in exasperation and half in amusement, as he slid his arms around both of them. "You two are going to be the death of me sometime"
Tonks smirked, glancing up at him. "Oh, come on, Alex. You love it."
Beth chuckled, leaning into his other side. "He really does."
And despite the teasing, the rivalry, and the playful banter, Alex knew deep down that he was incredibly lucky.
Being caught between two extraordinary witches, both of whom cared for him deeply, wasn't something he ever expected – but he wasn't complaining.
As they continued walking through the quiet streets of Hogsmeade, Alex allowed himself to relax, the tension of the day fading away as he basked in the warm presence of Beth and Tonks on either side of him.
Their playful bickering soon turned into laughter, and the chaos of Hogwarts felt a million miles away.
For now, all that mattered was the company he was keeping – and enjoying every moment of it.
The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the castle, casting soft golden light over the stone corridors.
Alex walked with purpose, navigating the familiar paths of Hogwarts.
Today, however, felt different. The air was thick with unease, and the usual lively chatter of students seemed subdued.
There was a heightened sense of activity – more Aurors than usual patrolling the halls.
But they weren't the inexperienced ones from before. This time, seasoned Aurors, veterans with hard-won wisdom and years of experience, filled the castle.
Their presence was palpable as they moved with precision and quiet authority, their wands tracing delicate arcs in the air as they scanned for traces of dark magic.
Alex adjusted his robes a bit, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled in his chest ever since he had heard of the 'incident'.
He reached the stairs that led to the Great Hall, hoping the familiar surroundings and his friends might distract him from the underlying tension in the castle.
As he descended, his eyes were drawn to the head of the hall, where the staff table sat. His breath caught in his throat when he noticed a familiar figure seated at its center.
Dumbledore.
He was back.
Alex had heard whispers about the headmaster's return, but seeing him in the flesh – his long silver beard, the half-moon spectacles perched on his crooked nose, and that unmistakable aura of calm power – was something else entirely.
The entire atmosphere of the hall seemed to shift as though Dumbledore's mere presence had lifted a weight from the students' hearts. Conversations became lighter as laughter broke out in pockets across the room.
It was a universal truth at Hogwarts – as long as Dumbledore was here, everything felt safer.
Alex slid into his usual spot at the Ravenclaw table, still stealing glances at Dumbledore.
His thoughts raced, remembering everything he'd heard about the events of the past few days – Rakepick's betrayal, the dangerous Hungarian Horntail, the cursed vault, the death of an Auror.
He tried to piece it all together, but the puzzle felt incomplete.
"Back to brooding, are we?"
Alex turned to see Victor, his closest friend, sitting beside him. Victor gave him a smirk as he grabbed some toast, his expression not quite matching the seriousness of his words.
"I know that face. You're thinking about what happened that day, aren't you?"
Alex sighed. "Can't help it. It's hard to ignore the fact that the castle feels more like a warzone than a school right now."
Victor glanced towards the Aurors stationed at the entrance. "You're not wrong. Did you see how many there are today? I counted at least five new teams arriving since sunrise."
Alex nodded, his eyes flicking toward the entrance where Aurors were standing with silent authority.
Victor continued, "And Dumbledore's finally back. That's a relief, but… I still can't shake the feeling that things are far from over."
Alex's face grew more serious, his voice dropping as he leaned in. "It's not over, mate. Far from it. After what happened in the vault, I don't think things will ever be the same."
Victor frowned, trying to piece together what Alex and him had learned.
"Do you know what exactly happened down there?"
Alex shook his head a bit as he said "Only bits and pieces from others, still don't know the entire picture yet"
Alex hesitated for a moment, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening. "Rakepick… She went mad, Vic. We knew something was off, but none of us could've guessed how far she'd go. She's responsible for the Auror's death. Used an Unforgivable Curse"
A sharp intake of breath left Victor. "What?"
Before Alex could answer, they were interrupted by the sound of someone approaching.
Ben Copper, looking more worn out than usual, slid into the seat across from them. His face was pale, and dark circles underscored his usually bright eyes.
He'd just come back from an interrogation with the Aurors, and it was clear that the experience had taken a toll on him.
"Mind if I join?" Ben asked, though it was more of a formality than an actual request. He sat down heavily, letting out a long sigh. "It's been a long morning."
Alex and Victor exchanged glances before Alex asked, "You alright, Ben?"
Ben shook his head slowly. "Not really. I just finished up with the Aurors. They wanted every detail about what happened in the vault."
Victor leaned forward. "What did you tell them?"
"The truth," Ben said, his voice heavy with guilt. "Rakepick killed that Auror. She used the Killing Curse on him while he was trying to protect us." His eyes darkened, and he took a shaky breath. "She didn't stop there. She tried to hit us with the Cruciatus Curse. We were… Scared."
Victor's stomach turned. He hadn't expected this level of brutality, even after what he'd heard. "How did you guys escape then?"
Ben rubbed his hands together, as though trying to warm them despite the hall's comfortable temperature. "The Aurors. They threw themselves in front of us, shielding us from the curses. They died for us, Alex. They died protecting us."
Alex's face hardened. "And Rakepick? She got away?"
Ben nodded. "Barely. Sebastian… He had a vial of Draught of Living Death. I don't know what he was thinking, but he threw it at her. It hit her right in the face. You should've seen it—she screamed as it seared her skin. The potion was burning her alive."
Alex felt a pang of grim satisfaction. "Good."
But Ben wasn't as convinced. "I don't know. I mean, she deserved it, but it was terrifying. The last thing I saw before she Dis-Apparated was her face. It was twisted, melted and disfigured… like something out of a nightmare."
Silence fell over the group. Alex couldn't help but feel a wave of anger mixed with a pang of guilt.
Usually, Alex would have used his Trait to set a mission and help his friends out, but during the last few months, he had distanced himself a bit from them as he had been focusing on his love life and personal goals.
He had been so focused on improving his own strength and knowledge along with his relationship with Beth and Tonks that he had sidelined his own friends for a bit.
Although they may have not noticed that, but Alex knew it.
If he would have interfered during the whole scenario using his talents, the outcome could have been way different.
Alex was a tactical genius, his ability to take initiative, decipher situations and coming up with plausible solutions was one of the Major reasons that he had become the bane of Federation in his last life.
His trait – Mission Maker – only worked when Alex had an initiative, unless he has it, it doesn't matter how loud he screams, his trait won't be activated
But now? With his friends barely escaping with their lives and his peaceful life with the two girls in danger, Alex gained more than enough motivation to take initiative in the case.
Alex's mind ran with great speed as he deduced what his friends were lacking in their bout with the cursed vault
They had all been so focused on uncovering the truth about the cursed vault that they underestimated the dangers lurking within them – and the people willing to exploit those dangers.
After a long pause, Alex spoke up. "What about Merula? Is she okay?"
Ben's eyes darkened. "They took her to St. Mungo's. She's recovering. But Rakepick hit her with one of her Crucio. She took the brunt of it. She's tough, but… no one should have to go through that."
Alex leaned back in his seat; his arms crossed over his chest. "Dumbledore's return changes things. He won't let this continue. The Aurors are going to tighten security, and Rakepick won't be able to set foot in Hogwarts again without being caught."
Victor nodded, "Still, we can't just rely on Dumbledore and the Aurors to fix this. We need to figure out what's in those vaults. Rakepick was after something, and I doubt she's going to give up now."
Ben looked hesitant. "But if we keep pushing, we're going to end up in even more danger."
Victor scoffed. "We're already in danger. The best thing we can do now is stay ahead of her."
Alex locked eyes with Ben. "We need to be ready for whatever's coming next. The vaults hold secrets – secrets powerful enough to attract people like Rakepick and whoever is behind her. We can't afford to sit back and wait for things to get worse."
Ben sighed, rubbing his forehead. "You're right. I just… I wish it wasn't us who had to deal with this."
Victor gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "We'll figure it out. We always do."
As they sat in the Great Hall, the buzz of conversations around them continued.
But for Alex, Victor, and Ben, the weight of what had happened in the cursed vaults, the lives lost, and the danger ahead pressed down like an invisible hand.
Even with Dumbledore back in the castle, the shadow of Rakepick's betrayal loomed large.
The battle was far from over. And they knew that the road ahead would be fraught with even darker challenges.
For now, though, they had each other. And that would have to be enough.
Magic had shaped the wizarding world, weaving its ancient force through the lives of witches and wizards for centuries.
But for Alex, magic wasn't just a gift – it was a legacy.
A legacy intertwined not only with Hogwarts but with something far older, something of the Legends.
As Alex sat in the common room, the flames of the hearth crackling softly, he unfolded two letters that had just arrived by owl.
Each one was sealed with wax, one bearing the crest of his father, the other his mother's personal seal.
The wax felt cool under his fingers, but the weight of their messages made his chest tighten slightly in anticipation.
The first letter, from his father, Adrien Du Lac, was precise, almost formal.
His father, one of the few Holy Knights serving the Church, was a man of tradition, discipline, and great strength – both physical and otherwise.
Alex could feel the weight of responsibility in every sentence as he read.
[ "My son,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and that your studies at Hogwarts continue to progress. I received confirmation from the Church – your request to train at the Vatican this coming summer has been accepted.
The Holy Order awaits you with anticipation. The preparations for your knighthood, while still years away, have already begun. They see the potential within you, as do I.
I look forward to seeing you stand among the Holy Knights one day, where you shall uphold the legacy of our family and Sir Galahad before you.
Your magical talents are unique in our bloodline, but rest assured, they are seen as an asset rather than a distraction.
Train well, study hard, and above all, remember the importance of our duty to protect. We are not just wizards, but warriors of faith and light.
With respect,
Adrien Du Lac" ]
Alex lowered the letter and ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly.
His father's words were always steady, a constant reminder of the path set before him.
A path of knighthood, not just wizardry.
It was his destiny to follow in the footsteps of Sir Galahad, one of the greatest knights of the Round Table, and by blood, Sir Lancelot himself.
The weight of those names sometimes felt like a chain around his neck, but there was pride in it too.
His family's lineage spanned centuries, a legacy built on valor, faith and now, Magic.
The second letter was different, though.
His mother's handwriting flowed elegantly across the parchment, yet there was a palpable sense of worry between the lines.
Her words were softer, more personal, filled with a mother's love and concern.
[ "My dearest Alex,
I've been thinking of you constantly since the last news from Hogwarts.
The rumors of Patricia Rakepick's actions have reached even us here, and I must admit, my heart is uneasy.
There are dark forces at play, and though I know you are strong, I fear for your safety. Please, take care of yourself.
I've enclosed something that belonged to my side of the family – a locket, enchanted with powerful protective magic. It's not to be taken lightly.
It has saved lives before, and I believe it may do the same for you. Wear it, my love, and know that you are never truly alone. You carry our blood, the blood of knights and wizards, but you also carry my love, which will always guide and protect you.
Stay vigilant, and remember who you are.
Love always,
Your mother" ]
Alex picked up the locket that had fallen from the folded letter.
It was cool to the touch, glowing faintly with enchantments.
He could feel the power thrumming beneath its surface, ancient and protective.
It was an artifact tied to his mother's family, one he had always seen around her neck, but he'd never learned much about its origins.
All he knew was that it was more than just a family heirloom – It was a shield against the darkness.
He clasped the locket around his neck, the weight settling comfortably against his chest.
As he stared into the flames, he let his thoughts wander back through his family's history.
Descended from Sir Galahad, the purest of the knights, and in turn, from Sir Lancelot, the mightiest, Alex had been born into a lineage of heroes.
His father, Adrien, had served the Church with unwavering loyalty, a Holy Knight of the Vatican who stood as both protector and warrior.
Alex was expected to follow in his footsteps, but unlike his ancestors and his father, Alex had been blessed – or perhaps cursed – with magic.
His magical abilities had shown themselves at an early age, and while his father had been surprised, it was his mother who had understood this the most.
Instead of sending him to Beauxbatons, where many French-born magical students like him were traditionally educated, his family had made a different decision.
A treaty with the British Ministry had allowed Alex to attend Hogwarts, where he could hone his magical talents before his knightly training began at age eighteen.
This arrangement had always made Alex feel like he was walking two paths at once – one of the swords and one of the wands.
The Holy Knights revered discipline, honor, and the protection of the weak, while the world of magic held an allure of freedom, creativity, and boundless power. It was a balance he wasn't sure he could maintain forever.
As these thoughts tumbled through his mind, Alex found himself contemplating his next steps.
The locket pulsed faintly, almost as if sensing his inner turmoil. He glanced back at the letters on the table, then down at his hands.
So much responsibility, so many expectations – and not just from his family, but from Hogwarts, from his friends, and from the entire magical community, though they may not know if it yet.
The Holy Grail, the Round Table, Merlin, Morgana… his blood was tied to legends, yet here he was, a student still learning his craft.
Those names that have lived through centuries rearing their heads once again in front of Alex as he looked at the fire in front of him.
The flames danced, casting flickering shadows on the walls. He knew that soon enough; he would have to face the ancient powers that still stirred beneath the surface of this world.
Powers connected not just to his magical training but to his lineage as a knight.
Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Alex made his way to the Astronomy Tower, seeking solitude and perhaps some clarity.
The stars above glittered in the vast expanse of the night sky, a reminder of the countless mysteries that lay both above and below.
The weight of the locket felt heavier now, as if it carried more than just protective magic – perhaps the weight of his family's legacy itself.
He absentmindedly touched it, feeling the comforting hum of the enchantment. The world was changing rapidly, both the magical and the mundane, and he could sense that his role in it would soon come to a head.
As the wind whipped through the tower, carrying with it the scent of pine from the Forbidden Forest, Alex made a silent vow.
He would master both the magic of the wizarding world and the discipline of the Holy Knights; his trait allowed him to do so.
He would carry the legacy of Lancelot, Galahad, and his father into the future, whatever it may hold.
For now, the world slumbered beneath the stars, but Alex could feel the ancient whispers in the air – whispers of knights, wizards, and a fate yet to be written.
It had been several days since Alex had requested extra lessons from Professor Flitwick in charms, and yet, instead of an answer from the diminutive professor, he found himself summoned to the headmaster's office for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts.
The small and simple piece of parchment had been delivered that morning by a regal barn owl; its message simple but direct: "Come to my office. We have much to discuss." Signed, Albus Dumbledore.
As Alex made his way through the winding corridors of the castle, he couldn't help but marvel at the quiet power Hogwarts seemed to hold.
The ancient stone walls were brimming with centuries of magic, and despite the tension brought about by the recent events, Hogwarts felt like a sanctuary – a place where knowledge, power, and mystery coexisted in harmony.
Approaching the familiar stretch of hallway leading to the headmaster's office, Alex came to a halt in front of a large, stone gargoyle.
He hesitated for a moment, unsure of the password. Just as he was about to knock on the statue, it sprang to life.
"Peppermint humbugs," the gargoyle croaked, stepping aside to reveal a spiral staircase ascending into the heart of Dumbledore's domain.
"Of course it's a candy," Alex murmured to himself with a chuckle, stepping onto the moving staircase that carried him upwards.
In all his years at Hogwarts, Alex had never personally met the headmaster.
The thought of facing Albus Dumbledore should have stirred nerves, but there was a calming serenity about the prospect of meeting the legendary wizard.
Still, Alex had questions – and perhaps, today, he might find answers.
The office was grand and cluttered in a way that spoke of wisdom accumulated over lifetimes.
Shelves were filled with ancient tomes, odd instruments whirred and clicked on various tables, and perched on a golden stand was the phoenix, Fawkes, whose deep crimson feathers seemed to flicker like embers.
The creature regarded Alex with a curious tilt of its head, its intelligent eyes gleaming.
"Ah, Mr. Du Lac. Please, come in," came a warm voice from across the room. Dumbledore stood behind his desk, his half-moon spectacles perched on the edge of his crooked nose, and a kind smile playing at his lips. "I trust you had no trouble finding the way?"
Alex nodded, his gaze briefly wandering to the mesmerizing collection of trinkets and magical artifacts scattered about. "No trouble at all, Professor," he replied, stepping closer.
"Excellent. Please, have a seat." Dumbledore waved his hand and a plush chair appeared across from him. As Alex sat, Dumbledore reached for a small, ornate dish on his desk. "Would you care for a Fizzing Whizbee?" he offered, eyes twinkling.
Alex hesitated, eyeing the peculiar candy that was buzzing faintly in the dish, like a bee, but decided to trust the old wizard's eccentric tastes.
He popped one into his mouth with his eyes half closed, To his surprise, it was delicious – sweet and tart, with an invigorating fizz that danced across his tongue. He smiled, genuinely impressed.
"Not bad," Alex said, his tone light.
Dumbledore chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "I'm glad you think so. Now, tell me – how have your studies been progressing?"
"Well, everything's going well enough, sir," Alex replied, the warmth of the candy still lingering. "I've been keeping up with my work, there's a lot to learn at Hogwarts."
"Good, good. And how are things at home?" Dumbledore asked, his tone casual, but Alex knew the headmaster never asked idle questions.
Due to his special circumstances of being a legit noble descent unlike the ones from ancient magical families, Alex's heritage had been hidden from most of the Hogwarts, not even his friends knowing the full extent to how much power he actually held.
Alex had suspected that Dumbledore was aware of his family's history. The headmaster's reputation for knowing everything about everyone was well-founded.
"Everything's fine," Alex said, keeping his response measured, though inwardly curious about just how much Dumbledore knew. "Father's busy, as usual."
Dumbledore gave a knowing nod, his eyes gleaming behind the spectacles. "Indeed. The Du Lac lineage is one of great renown. Your father's work with the Church, in particular, is admirable. Not an easy path, but a noble one."
Alex raised an eyebrow. That was more information than he had expected, though he wasn't entirely surprised.
Dumbledore had a way of seeing more than others did. Before Alex could respond, the headmaster continued, his tone now shifting slightly.
"You recently approached Professor Flitwick, requesting extra instruction in charms. Offensive and defensive magic, if I'm not mistaken?"
Alex nodded, sitting up a little straighter. "Yes, sir. I thought it would be useful, given… recent events. I want to be prepared. Not just for myself, but for my friends."
Dumbledore smiled, a touch of pride in his expression. "A wise decision, Mr. Du Lac. But I believe I can offer something even better."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Alastor Moody, as you know, will be staying at Hogwarts for the remainder of the term to assist with certain… difficulties we are currently facing. He has agreed to take on a more active role with a few students. Specifically, students like yourself, who wish to prepare for what may lie ahead."
Alex's heart skipped a beat. Moody was one of the most formidable Aurors of the age, a master of defensive and offensive magic.
The thought of training under him – of learning the skills necessary to protect his loved ones and confront the dark forces surrounding them – was exhilarating.
Alex had always been like this. Learning new ways of combat and fighting had always ticked his monkey brain like nothing else.
"Moody?" Alex repeated, trying to keep his excitement in check. "That would be… incredible."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled again. "I thought you might say that. In addition to Moody's instruction, I've spoken with Professor Flitwick. He will be offering additional lessons in dueling. Between the two of them, I believe you will receive all the training you need."
"I don't know what to say, Professor," Alex said, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you."
"There is no need for thanks, Alex," Dumbledore said softly. "It is clear to me that you have the potential to do great things. You remind me of someone I once knew." He paused, a flicker of sadness crossing his features for a brief moment before he smiled again.
"Meet in the Great Hall tomorrow morning, with your friends. From then on, Moody and Flitwick will see to your training."
Alex stood, feeling a sense of purpose settling over him. "I won't let you down."
"I know you won't," Dumbledore replied. "And please, help yourself to a few more Fizzing Whizbees on your way out."
Alex grinned, grabbing a handful of the buzzing honeybee like candies before he made his way to the door.
He paused, glancing back at Dumbledore, who was now stroking the feathers of Fawkes.
Before he left, Dumbledore spoke again, his voice softer. "You wear your mother's locket, I see. A wise precaution. It may protect you from forces you cannot yet see."
Alex's hand instinctively went to the locket resting against his chest. He hadn't mentioned it, but of course, Dumbledore would notice.
As Alex stepped out of the office and began making his way back through the winding corridors, he couldn't shake the feeling of Dumbledore's gaze, the warmth of Fawkes' eyes, and the weight of his family's legacy pressing more firmly on his shoulders.
Still, he felt ready – ready for whatever lay ahead.
Back in his office, Dumbledore watched as Alex left, his expression thoughtful.
He gently stroked Fawkes' head, feeling the soft warmth of the phoenix's feathers under his fingertips.
"I couldn't use Legilimency on him, you know," Dumbledore said quietly, his voice contemplative. "The boy has been well-trained, and that artifact from the Vatican is quite formidable." He chuckled softly. "Still, I see more than enough."
Fawkes cooed softly, blinking at Dumbledore with those wise, ancient eyes.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Dumbledore murmured. "The boy's heart is pure. There is much love within him – love for his friends, love for something greater than himself. He is far from the darkness."
The phoenix let out a soft trill, and Dumbledore smiled, a twinkle in his eye.
"Yes, Fawkes. I also think that Alexandre will surprise us all."
Evening shadows stretched across the grounds of Hogwarts as Alex and his friends gathered near the entrance to the Quidditch pitch.
The air was crisp, filled with the scent of freshly cut grass, and the last rays of sunlight bathed the castle in a warm, golden glow.
It had been a long day of classes, but there was an undercurrent of excitement among the group. This evening was their first training session with the famed Auror, Alastor Moody.
"Any bets on how this goes?" Tonks asked, her hair flickering through shades of electric blue and violet as she glanced at the others. "Because I'm not sure if we're about to learn some secret Auror techniques or get turned into ferrets."
Alex chuckled, adjusting his robes as they walked. "With Moody? Probably both."
Beth, walking beside him, smiled but didn't say much. She had been unusually quiet since hearing about the extra lessons.
Alex had a feeling she was nervous about what was coming, but he admired how she kept her nerves in check.
Victor, towering over the rest of them, kept his usual stern face, though Alex knew him well enough to spot the faint traces of excitement in his eyes. "I hope Moody is as tough as the stories say," he muttered. "I like a good challenge."
Ben, walking slightly behind, muttered something under his breath, clearly less enthusiastic about the prospect. "I just hope we make it out alive..."
They arrived at the Quidditch field, where a group of students had already gathered. Alex immediately recognized his own batchmates – Sebastian, Merula, Penny, Jae, and Rowan. From the sixth year, a few more students he had seen in passing, though he didn't know their names.
Towering above the rest of the seventh years stood William "Bill" Weasley, his long hair catching the fading light.
The juniors, though present, were noticeably more anxious, casting wary glances at each other, they were here just to catch a close glimpse of Moody
Suddenly, the heavy thump of footsteps echoed across the grounds, and the murmurs died.
Moody arrived, his magical eye swiveling in all directions while his normal one fixed itself on the students with a piercing stare.
He limped towards them, his staff clacking on the stone path. His presence was commanding – Intimidating even – and the younger students instinctively took a step back.
"Listen up!" Moody barked, his voice gravelly and full of authority.
"You're here because you want to learn how to stay alive. Dark wizards, curses, hexes – they don't care how many spells you know. They care whether you can think fast and fight back. Some of you won't be able to handle it. If you're scared, leave now."
As said, wave of oppressing magic erupted from his being as most of the students unknowingly took a step back.
Several of the juniors exchanged glances, fear flickering across their faces. A few of them hesitated before retreating, their footsteps echoing in the silence as they left.
Moody's magical eye followed them as they left, his face set in a harsh scowl. "Good riddance," he muttered.
Once the stragglers had gone, Moody turned back to the remaining group. His voice was stern as he began his lecture.
"Magic isn't just about waving wands and muttering words. There's a structure – a hierarchy – to what wizards can do. Most of the world? They don't even make it past Category-1, which is where you lot are now."
"You're equivalent to third through fifth-year students, what we call OWL-level. Now, Category-2, that's what you're aiming for – where Hogwarts tries to push you to, which is about the level of a NEWT graduate."
He scanned the students, letting the weight of his words sink in.
"But here's the harsh truth. Most wizards? They get comfortable. After their OWLs, they think they've made it, and they never push themselves harder, they stay stuck"
"Becoming Category-2 after a decade or so, and remaining there for the rest of their pathetic lives."
"Category-3? That's where things start getting fun"
"It's for accomplished wizards – Aurors, Ministry officials, Hogwarts staff. The ones who dedicate their lives to being the best."
"Category-4? That's where it gets rarer. People like myself, McGonagall, Shacklebolt. Snape might be one of them, though he's too slippery to pin down."
Alex exchanged glances with his friends as Moody continued. This wasn't the kind of breakdown they got in regular classes. This was the real stuff.
"And then there's Category-5," Moody said, his voice lowering. "That's for the best of the best. Dumbledore. Voldemort. Grindelwald. The Founders of Hogwarts. King Arthur and his knights. Wizards who can bend the world around them."
Tonks raised an eyebrow, looking impressed. "And there's something beyond that, right?"
Moody's magical eye fixed on her for a moment, and he nodded. "Category-6. Merlin. Morgan Le Fay. The ones who broke the bonds of their humanity and ascended to immortality. But don't get any ideas about that. Most of you will be lucky if you make it to Category-3."
A few of the students shifted uncomfortably at Moody's bluntness, but Alex could see some of the others – like Tonks and Victor – were intrigued, even motivated.
Moody wasn't here to sugarcoat anything.
"Now," Moody continued, pacing before the group, "magic isn't just about spells and wand work. Spells have tiers too, much like magical creatures."
"Most spells you know – your simple charms and hexes—are X or XX rank. Basic stuff. Easy to cast, no real harm done. But then there's XXX and above. These are the spells that require more than just knowledge. They need power, control, and sacrifice."
His voice grew darker. "Spells like Fiendfyre – Category XXXX – can not only cast a shadow over your mind, they can drain your magic dry in an instant. Get sloppy with it, and it'll consume you as well as your target."
The students listened in rapt attention, and Alex could feel the seriousness of Moody's words settle over the group. This wasn't just theory anymore. This was life or death.
"And the Unforgivable Curses?" Moody's voice dropped to a growl. "Category XXXXX. Not only do they stain your magic, but they leave scars on your soul. Use them too often, and they corrode everything – your mind, your sanity. That's what makes Dark wizards dangerous. They lose control, give in to the madness. Voldemort? He found a way to wield these curses without breaking. But that's what makes him so powerful – and so dangerous."
Moody's one good eye scanned the group, letting the weight of his words hang heavy in the air.
"So, if you ever face a Dark wizard, remember: they're like firecrackers. Unstable, volatile, and deadly. If you don't handle them properly, you'll lose more than just a limb – or an eye."
The group was silent, each of them taking in Moody's warning.
Victor felt a chill run down his spine. This was the reality they were preparing for, and Moody was giving them a glimpse into the darkness they might one day face.
"Now!" Moody barked, snapping them out of their thoughts. "Enough standing around. If you want to survive, you need more than knowledge – you need speed and reflexes. Run! Ten laps around the pitch, now! Move it!"
The group groaned but immediately set off, the sound of their feet pounding the earth echoing through the evening air.
Alex sprinted alongside his friends. His friends were already feeling the burn in their legs, but for Alex? Just another Tuesday.
Ever since he was small, a great amount of importance regarding to one's physical strength was imparted to him from his father.
And it wasn't like Alex was a slacker, quite the opposite so.
He knew that his training at Vatican would mostly be physical, if he didn't have a strong base right now, he might have to face steep challenges later on.
As such, he trained the physical aspect of his body daily alongside the magical one.
After the laps, Moody gathered them again. "Reflexes are key! If you can't cast fast enough, you dodge. You don't get hit; you stay in the fight. Now – try to dodge these."
Without warning, he raised his staff, and arcs of blue lightning crackled from its tip.
Alex reacted instinctively, stepping to his side while ducking as the electricity sizzled past him.
His heart racing, as more arcs zipped through the air, forcing them all to dodge again.
Alex dodged a dozen waves of lightning with his fast speed and reflexes as he saw others getting hit over again and again.
"Good, very Good! Now take this!" Moody said as an intensified wave of electricity buzzed in the air.
Alex tried to dodge the arc of electricity, but it changed directions mid-air "Fuck!", he cursed as he felt one of the electric jolts hitting his legs.
Tonks yelped to his side as one grazed her, and Ben wasn't so lucky, taking a hit to the shoulder that left him yelping in shock.
"If you don't want to feel that again, dodge!" Moody barked, grinning a bit sadistically.
By the end of the session, everyone was exhausted, sweat pouring down their faces as their robes has many burnt marks spread through them.
Then, they all gathered for one last word from Moody.
"Eat good, eat more protein," Moody grumbled, surveying the group that was out of breath "Can't have weak students."
As they trudged back toward the castle, Alex couldn't help but grin.
This was going to be brutal – but it was exactly what they needed.
As for him? He had his trait.
[ Mission : Moody's Magic
Objective : Take part in Alastor Moody's special training sessions and surprise him
Mission Rank : D
Reward : Auror's handbook – MoM standard issue
Time Limit : 1.5 Hours
Status : Completed ]
The Dueling Club room hummed with anticipation as students gathered inside.
The circular chamber, draped in dark tapestries and adorned with flickering torches, had seen centuries of magical combat, but today, it pulsed with a renewed sense of energy.
Rows of cushioned seats lined the periphery, but few were occupied; most of the students were either too nervous or excited to sit.
The air was thick with the scent of old wood and polished stone, mingling with the sharp tang of nervous sweat.
Alex stood among them; his wand safely by his side held in his holster.
His gaze swept across the room, taking in the faces of the students who had decided to enroll in Professor Flitwick's crash course on dueling.
This wasn't a typical class – this was something far more intense, designed for those who wanted to sharpen their skills, and do it fast.
Professor Flitwick stood at the front of the room; his tiny frame almost comically dwarfed by the raised platform on which he perched.
Despite his size, there was a commanding presence about him. He was, after all, a former dueling champion, and the moment he began speaking, all eyes were on him.
"As you all know, dueling is not just about strength or knowledge of spells,"
Flitwick said, his high-pitched voice echoing off the stone walls. "It's about strategy, timing, and control. Some of you have experience in dueling, while others may have only seen it in the tournaments. Regardless, today you'll learn the tricks necessary to survive against opponents of equal or even greater skill."
His eyes twinkled as he glanced around the room.
"In days long past, Magical Dueling was a core subject here at Hogwarts. These days, it's reduced to an extracurricular for those who choose to pursue it. But make no mistake – It is as vital of a skill as any you will learn in your magical education."
Flitwick raised his wand, making a few quick movements as a shimmering diagram appeared in the air.
"Today, we will begin with fundamental techniques: taking the initiative, feints, abrupt wand movements to disorient your opponent, and most importantly, defense."
The students leaned in as Flitwick demonstrated various dueling stances, making complex flicks with his wand that seemed to blur with the speed of his movements.
The lecture was intense, with the professor explaining the intricacies of each motion, the importance of quick thinking, and the need to outmaneuver an opponent mentally as well as physically.
Alex absorbed it all, but much of it was something he was already familiar with through his trait.
He had learned these techniques before, though never from someone as skilled as Flitwick.
His lessons with Moody and his own practice had put him miles ahead of many of his peers, but there was always more to learn.
"Now," Flitwick said, clapping his hands together, "let's see what you've got. Pair up."
Alex turned, feeling a tap on his shoulder. Jonathan, a seventh-year student who was the same height as him, grinned.
"Looks like it's you and me, then."
Jonathan had a reputation for being one of the top duelists at the Hogwarts right now, and Alex felt a mix of excitement and apprehension.
He had wanted a challenge, and here it was.
They stepped onto the raised dueling platform, facing each other across the polished wooden floor.
Around them, other pairs were already setting up, but Alex's focus was entirely on Jonathan.
The older student's wand was steady, his stance confident. Alex matched him, gripping his wand tightly, his mind racing through the strategies Flitwick had just taught and the ones he knew.
"Ready?" Jonathan asked, giving him a quick smile. There was no malice in it, only the thrill of competition.
Alex nodded, narrowing his eyes. "Ready."
"Begin!" Flitwick called out.
Jonathan was fast. In a flash, his wand was raised, and a red jet of light shot toward Alex – Stupefy .
Alex had anticipated it, quickly sidestepping and sending back a Confundo.
Jonathan deflected it with ease, but Alex followed up with an unexpected Depulso, forcing the seventh-year back a few steps.
"Not bad," Jonathan called, raising his wand for another spell.
Alex barely had time to respond before a barrage of light shot his way.
He dodged the first spell and threw up a shield for the second, feeling the impact reverberate through his arm.
Jonathan was stronger than he'd anticipated.
Alex decided to switch tactics.
Feinting with his wand, he sent a Petrificus-Totalus straight at Jonathan's legs.
The older student deflected it easily, but Alex had expected that. In the same motion of his wand, Alex hid a sudden Expelliarmus , launching the spell at the suddenly.
For a moment, it looked like Jonathan's wand might fly out of his hand, but he tightened his grip, and countered with an Incarcerous spell.
Ropes shot from the tip of Jonathan's wand, wrapping tightly around Alex's arms and legs before he could react.
Bound and immobilized, Alex toppled backward onto the platform, landing with a thud.
Jonathan grinned, stepping forward and offering him a hand.
"Well fought," Jonathan said, pulling him up. "You're quicker than most."
Alex laughed breathlessly, shaking out his limbs as the ropes vanished. "You got me there. I thought I had you with that Expelliarmus."
"You almost did" Jonathan admitted, giving Alex a friendly pat on the shoulder. "But I've been doing this a bit longer."
From the sidelines, Professor Flitwick clapped his hands together, a broad smile on his face. "Bravo! Excellent duel, both of you!"
Alex felt a surge of pride as Flitwick approached them.
The professor's praise meant more than he'd expected, especially coming from someone with such a deep understanding of dueling.
Alex had held his own against a seventh-year that had a lot of dueling experience, and while he hadn't won, it was after all his first duel ever, he knew he'd impressed his peers – and his professor.
"You've got a natural gift for charms, Alex," Flitwick said, his eyes gleaming.
"Your wand work is smooth and controlled, far beyond what I expected from someone your age. Keep honing that skill, and you'll be a formidable duelist in no time"
Alex nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. His spells were sharp, his control precise, but he knew now that experience was what he lacked the most.
Facing stronger opponents would be the key to improving, and this crash course was just the beginning for him.
Flitwick turned to the rest of the class, his voice rising over the hum of students. "Pair up, everyone! Let's see how you all fare in the ring!"
The room erupted into motion as students found their partners and prepared to duel.
Alex stepped back to watch, catching his breath as he observed the other students.
Some were clearly struggling with the basics, while others showed surprising skill.
But everyone, from the juniors to the seventh-years, was focused, pushing themselves to improve.
As the class continued, Alex felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
He had learned something valuable today – not just about dueling, but about himself. His skill with charms was no longer in question.
Now, all that was left was to gain more experience in how and when to use them. And with Moody's training and Flitwick's guidance, he knew he was on the right path.
The session went on for hours, with Flitwick circling the room, offering advice and critiques.
By the end of it, the students were exhausted but exhilarated, their minds buzzing with the thrill of magic and combat.
As the final duels came to an end and the students began to filter out of the room, Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
The road ahead would be difficult, filled with challenges, but he was ready for it. He had his friends, his skills, and now, the opportunity to train under the best.
And for the first time in a long while, Alex felt that he was truly moving forward for what lay ahead of him
For now, his trait was enough.
[ Mission : Dueling
Objective :
1) Take part in Professor Flitwick's crash course on magical dueling and perform exceptionally, earning professor's praise. (D – Rank) – Success
2) Defeat all of your opponents (C – Rank) – Failed
Reward : Magical Duels – by Dimitri Kuznetsov
Time Limit : 3 Hours
Status : Completed ]
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Stupefy – An offensive spell. In addition to rendering people unconscious, the Stunning Spell impedes objects in motion and forces them to halt.
Confundo - A charm that befuddles and confuses the target, which could be a person or an object (should that object have a consciousness). This spell doesn't give a target a standard amount of confusion; instead, varying degrees of confusion can be cast according to the magic and intent of the caster.
Depulso – The spell Depulso is actually a counter-charm to the spell Accio – the latter summons an object to the witch or wizard, while Depulso banishes and pushed away a person or an object. This is a spell learned by Fourth Year students at Hogwarts in their Charms class.
Petrificus-Totalus – Although technically a curse. This Hex effectively paralyzes the target, preventing them from moving any part of their body except their eyes.
Expelliarmus – This spell is an incantation that's often used in wizarding duels. It's also known as the Disarming Charm, which is a defensive spell that forces the target of the spell to release whatever they're holding at that moment.
Incarcerous – A spell that binds or confines the target with the help of magical bindings. These magically generated cords can be of varying length, diameters and materials which depends on the intent and mastery of the caster.
The soft light of the late afternoon filtered through the tall, arched windows of an empty classroom, casting long shadows on the stone floor.
Alex stood at the center of the room, wand in hand, with Beth and Tonks flanking him. The air was thick with the lingering scent of spell work, and the tension between them wasn't just about magic.
"Alright, Protego is one of the most fundamental defensive spells, but it's not easy to master," Alex said, his voice calm yet firm.
He was trying to keep things professional, but Beth's playful grin wasn't making things easy for him.
"It's all about control and focus."
Beth, standing slightly in front of him, had her wand raised. Alex moved closer behind her, his hand wrapping gently around hers to guide the motion.
His body pressed lightly against her back, and he could feel her pulse quicken. He tried to ignore the warmth spreading through him, but it was impossible to remain detached from the situation due to intimacy of it.
Alex took a deep breath, feeling the sweet scent of Beth's rose perfume wafting into his nose as his own heart started beating a bit faster.
"Like this," Alex whispered, his lips close to her ear. He drew her arm in a slow, deliberate motion, grabbing her soft wrist with his firm hands as he directing her wand.
"Focus on the intent of protection."
Beth attempted the charm, but feeling Alex's warm and soft breath grazing her ears, her focus faltered, her wand flickering with a weak blue light before sputtering out.
She turned her head slightly, a mischievous glint visible in her eyes. "How long are we gonna do this?" she asked in a sultry voice, clearly liking the intimacy.
Alex chuckled softly, unphased. "As long as it takes for you to cast the spell successfully," he replied, his voice full of shameless confidence.
Beth's grin widened, she turned around to face Alex as her free hand snaked up to tug on his tie, pulling him closer. "I suppose I'm not going to learn it anytime soon, am I?" she whispered, her lips inches from his.
Alex's heart raced a bit more as he felt her breath on his lips. He leaned in, the tension between them palpable, their lips brushed lightly.
But just as they were about to close the distance completely, a loud cough broke through the moment.
"Come on, guys! This is not the time for it!" Tonks exclaimed; her face flushed with embarrassment.
She stood awkwardly to the side, her hair flaring through shades of pink with the intensity of her emotions.
Despite her usual confident, playful demeanor, Tonks was easily flustered by intimate moments. She shifted nervously, but underneath the embarrassment was a twinge of something else – jealousy, perhaps.
As bold as she was in everything else, romance wasn't her forte, especially when compared to Beth's effortless charm.
Beth laughed, pulling back from Alex with a teasing smile. "Poor Tonks. A bit too shy for this, huh?"
Tonks crossed her arms, trying to look nonchalant but clearly failing. Her eyes darted to Alex, then back to Beth.
She didn't want to be left behind, not this time.
Without waiting for another comment, she strode forward and pushed Alex down onto the floor with surprising force.
Alex blinked, startled but not resisting, as Tonks knelt over him, her breath ragged.
Her eyes locked onto his, and before he could say a word, her lips were on his. The kiss was rushed, passionate, lacking the playful tease of Beth's earlier attempt. It was an impulse, pure and intense.
Beth whistled from the sidelines, leaning against a desk with a wide grin. "I didn't know you were direct like that, Tonks. Guess you learn something new every day."
Alex, lying on the cold stone floor, was momentarily stunned by Tonks' sudden boldness, but he wasn't about to complain.
He had learned to let the moment flow and play out naturally as fully felt the warmth of her breath against his skin.
But then he saw the mix of emotions flicker in Tonks' eyes – desire, insecurity and confusion – he knew he had to reel things back before the situation spiraled out of control.
With a gentle but firm motion, he broke the kiss, sitting up as he placed his hands on her shoulder.
"Alright, let's get back to the lesson. We're here to learn magic, not... well, this."
Beth laughed, shrugging nonchalantly, but Tonks quickly scrambled off him, her face redder than her hair ever could be.
She avoided eye contact for a moment, biting her lip. "Yeah, right... magic. Sorry…" she muttered.
Alex stood up, dusting himself off, trying to keep the mood light. "Come on. Protego is all about focus. Let's try again."
For the next hour, he worked with both of them, patiently guiding their wand movements, occasionally teasing but never letting things get too out of hand. By the end of the session, they both managed to cast a faint but respectable Protego charm. It wasn't perfect, but it was progress.
"Not bad," Alex said, giving them an approving nod.
"We'll work on it more tomorrow."
Beth winked. "Same time, same place?"
Tonks just rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "I'll try not to push you over again," she said, half-joking.
Later that evening.
The Great Hall
Alex, Beth, and Tonks strolled toward the Great Hall, laughing and joking as the tension from earlier has been long diffused by Alex.
As they reached the entrance, Alex stopped, turning to face both the girls.
"Alright, this is the part I'm sorry about, we'll need to separate now" he said with a grin. Before he could say anything more, Beth and Tonks both leaned in, planting soft kisses on his cheeks – Beth on the right, Tonks on the left.
"See you after dinner," Beth said with a wink, heading towards the Slytherin table.
Tonks blushed but smiled as she waved and went off to join the Hufflepuffs.
Alex entered the Great Hall, feeling the weight of several pairs of eyes on him.
It wasn't everyday you see a guy maintaining a healthy working relationship with two beautiful girls at the same time.
Alex ignored most of the eyes but a couple surprised even him.
Dumbledore and Snape.
Dumbledore's smile was subtle, his eyes twinkling with hidden amusement.
Snape, on the other hand, sat expressionless as ever, though Alex could have sworn he detected a flicker of something beneath the professor's cold demeanor – disapproval, curiosity, maybe even concern.
Victor, seated at the Ravenclaw table, beckoned Alex over. "Mate," he said with a smirk, "what's your secret? How can you date two of the most beautiful witches in our year at the same time?"
Alex smiled mysteriously. "Magic."
Victor groaned, shaking his head. "Fine, keep your secrets, then."
The conversation shifted to more mundane topics as they started eating.
"So, OWLs are around the corner," Victor said, his tone suddenly serious. "What electives are you taking?"
Alex smiled, taking a bite of his food. "You'll see."
Victor gave him a mock glare. "You never give a straight answer. You're worse than Dumbledore.
Alex' smile grew even more at the compliment as he used elegantly chewed on the piece on steak in his mouth
As the evening wore on, Alex's gaze drifted to Beth and Tonks, each seated with their respective groups, laughing and talking.
A sense of contentment washed over him. He had come a long way from the novice student of the magical world that he had once been.
Two months of intensive training under Moody and Flitwick had transformed him. He wasn't just a talented wizard anymore; he was a force to be reckoned with.
His mind wandered to the discussions with Flitwick about the under-18 dueling championship.
Flitwick had been eager to see Alex compete, but his commitments at the Vatican during the summer left little room for outside activities.
As the night deepened, Alex reflected on the changes he'd undergone.
He was far beyond most of his peers in terms of magical knowledge and prowess.
His spell work rivaled some of the best that Hogwarts had ever produced, and his strength? Alex had already crossed the invisible barrier and was firmly into the Category-2 of mages.
The experience of transitioning was something else entirely for him. It was like awakening magic once again.
His magical reserves increased, his control over mana increased and the general potency and intent of his spells almost doubled.
Alex wasn't sure that this was something that everyone experienced or it was something only he had, as such, he decided to hide the fact for now, deliberately lowering his power during duels and classes.
Since this was much difficult than going all out as casting spells at full strength, it acted more like a training of fine magical control for him. Increasing the efficiency at which he used magic and the total magical prowess he could display when he deliberately went all out.
For now, Alex was more than satisfied with his progress.
His ultimate goal was to reach the level of a category-3 mage before his graduation from Hogwarts, and for that, Alex considered that he had more than enough time on his hands.
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Protego - The Shield Charm is a spell that protects the caster with an invisible shield. The shield can: Deflect spells back at the attacker, weaken stronger spells, and block physical entities. The Shield Charm is relatively difficult to cast, needing exceptional focus and intent along with sufficient magical prowess. It possesses many variants like Protego Diabolica, Protego Maxima, Protego Totalum and Protego Horribilis