The Great Hall was now a battleground of whispers and clashing opinions, but it was no longer just Hogwarts — the Order of the Phoenix gathered nearby, scattered yet alert. A rare meeting called in the shadow of Daniel's rising influence.
Remus Lupin was the first to speak, voice calm but firm."We can't ignore what he's doing anymore. Teaching those dark arts openly... but protecting the children in a way we never dared. The world's changed. Maybe we need to rethink what 'darkness' really means."
Molly Weasley stood up, voice steady but fierce,"I trust Daniel. He promised Lily he'd protect Harry, and he's done more than any of us ever could. If he's preparing our kids for the dangers ahead, who are we to stop him?"
Sirius Black paced the room, a wild glint in his eyes,"Damn straight. The Ministry's toothless. We need warriors, not pawns. Daniel's not the enemy — the ones who refuse to adapt are."
Kingsley Shacklebolt, measured and serious, nodded,"But teaching the unforgivable curses openly? That's a line we have never crossed. What if this power corrupts the kids?"
Mad-Eye Moody, gravelly and blunt, growled,"They already live in a corrupt world. It's better they know how to fight than die ignorant."
The debate grew heated. Arguments volleyed like spells. Tensions flared, until Lupin raised his hand, silencing the room.
"Let's settle this properly. A vote. Yes or no. Daniel stays, teaches as he pleases — or he leaves."
Hands rose, some trembling, others steady. Molly's was among the first, unwavering.
When the dust settled, Daniel's side had the majority. The weight of change was undeniable.
Meanwhile, back at the Ministry of Magic, something darker brewed.
The Minister of Magic and the infamous Pink Sapo were suddenly missing — vanished without a trace. Panic rippled through the corridors of power.
Whispers spread fast: a warning from Death itself.
The Order's Debate: A Vote on Daniel
The dim room was thick with smoke and tension. Members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered, faces marked by weariness and resolve. Lupin, calm yet sharp-eyed, was the first to break the silence.
"We need to decide," he said quietly, "what we stand for now. Daniel's teaching… it's dangerous, but maybe it's what we've needed all along."
He glanced around the table. "We're not raising children to be helpless anymore — we're raising warriors. The Ministry's old rules don't cut it against the darkness creeping back."
Molly Weasley nodded firmly, her voice warm but resolute. "I stand with Daniel. If he promised Lily he'd protect Harry, then I trust him. We're tired of losing people to lies and weakness."
Kingsley Shacklebolt adjusted his robes, voice steady but cautious. "This path skirts the edge of law and morality. We must tread carefully — but we cannot afford to ignore the threats."
Sirius Black, restless and defiant, slammed his fist lightly on the table. "Enough with caution! If Daniel says he's teaching survival, then that's what we follow. No more sacrifices for the Ministry's politics."
Nymphadora Tonks gave a sharp nod. "I vote to back him. Our kids deserve to walk these halls with real strength — and to face whatever comes."
Even Remus Lupin's gaze hardened. "The darkness grows, and we can no longer pretend the old ways are enough. If Daniel's methods save even one life, then it's worth it."
One by one, the voices rang out. A unanimous, tense vote in favor of Daniel's harsh but necessary teaching.
The Ministry's Shadow
Meanwhile, far from the Order's heated debates, the Ministry of Magic was spiraling into chaos.
The Minister was gone.
Alongside him, the infamous Pink-Skinned Sapo Rosa — missing without a trace.
Whispers spread: "An omen… a warning."
Daniel's icy voice echoed in the shadows.
"Tell the shadows to feast across the multiverse. When I call, they will come. But for now, keep the children's air light. The time has yet to come."
The silence that followed was heavier than any spell — a reminder that the true game was just beginning.
Daniel Preparing the Next Step — The Final Year, The Crucible
The castle breathed tension. Winter's chill wrapped itself around Hogwarts' ancient stones, a silent reminder that the year was ending — and the true trial was about to begin.
Daniel stood watching from the shadows of the Great Hall, eyes sharp as the sharpest blade. The final exams approached, but these were no ordinary tests. This was the crucible — the moment where potential was forged into power, and survival became the only lesson that mattered.
Among the seventh years, a new breed emerged. Those who had trained under Daniel's ruthless tutelage were no longer children; they were warriors. Their eyes held fire, their spells struck like thunder, and their minds were tempered steel. No longer just students, but fighters prepared for the storm.
What shocked even the most cynical was the fracture within the old lines. Sons and daughters of pureblood families — those once chained by loyalty to the Dark Lord — had stepped away. Some had tasted the truth Daniel whispered in their ears: the "Death Merchants," the corrupted who sold souls for power, were the real enemy.
This unexpected alliance was fragile but real. Former rivals now shared the same battlefield, united by a common enemy stronger than any magic: betrayal. Daniel's influence had shattered the old orders, and in their place, a new unity took root — one born in fire and shadow.
The exams were more than academic. They were a battlefield. Spells forbidden by the Ministry were cast and countered with lethal precision. Defense against the darkest arts was no longer theory but instinct. Every duel, every confrontation, a dance with death itself.
Daniel's voice echoed through the corridors during these days, cold and unwavering:
"You are not children. You are the guardians against oblivion. The blood you carry, the house you come from — none of that matters when death walks these halls. What matters is survival, honor, and the strength to stand against those who would see you broken."
As the final test loomed, the air thickened with anticipation. The world beyond Hogwarts was changing, and these students would be the first line of defense in a war that transcended magic — a war for souls.
Daniel's shadow lingered, a constant reminder: the balance was tipping, and only the strongest would survive the next storm.