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0756 The Mind

Alice and Frank on their hospital beds had no awareness whatsoever of what they were about to experience. Bathed in the silver starlight, they were trapped in the deepest, most horrifying endless nightmares. Their faces had turned haggard from years of such internal suffering.

"Let me examine the memories you've collected, Headmaster Dumbledore,"

In the dim room, Dumbledore waved his wand in a series of patterns, and a shallow stone basin carved with 'True Runes' around its rim, a...

0755 Memories of Hope

Whoosh!

With a sweeping motion of his wand, the fallen beams, rubble, and brick walls that had collapsed in the courtyard—all the broken ruins—seemed to flow backward through time as they flew up into the sky.

With crackling sounds like the satisfying snap of a warm hearth fire, each piece of the building rapidly repaired itself. In the span of few seconds, a two-story building appeared in front of their eyes, restored to its original state.

As the wisps...

0754 The Memory

A sharp cry coming from Umbridge echoed from the office behind the door. The sound echoed with fury and hatred. These angry, shrieking outbursts ceased abruptly as the hesitant sound of knuckles knocking against the door came.

Dawlish stood frozen outside, his hand still raised from knocking as he found himself drowning in regret. The impulsive decision that had driven him to seek an audience with the Minister now seemed extremely foolish. However, the Minister's low summons that drifte...

0753 The Conspiracy

In the private dining room of Watson Manor reserved exclusively for the master's use, Bryan left his position at the dining table and made his way across the room toward the magnificent floor-to-ceiling glass wall. With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed silently at the lush vegetation in the courtyard, but his face remained expressionless.

The actions of Dawlish and his unnamed Auror companion were, no doubt, the direct result of orders issued from the highest level of the Min...

0752 The Reason

"I was right across the street at the time," Lawrence began, his voice trembling slightly as he recounted the events that had haunted his dreams for weeks. "I was going to pick up my hat from a deep crevice between two buildings—it was a precious gift from the old master."

His heart began to pump rapidly in his chest, as if he had returned back to that rainy day once again.

Lawrence continued, his hands unconsciously gripping the edge of the table as he spoke. "Just as I had suc...

0751 That Incident

In an instant, Bryan's mind became filled with countless speculation and analysis but, none of them could sufficiently explain the strange combination of surprise and suspicion regarding Harry and Lawrence at the moment.

Throughout this term, Harry had been 'behaving well' at Hogwarts. staying out of trouble. There had been no reports coming through the usual gossip about Harry causing any significant disturbances within the castle. Nor, had he returned to Privet Drive to endure another...

0750 Lawrence's Request

"You're absolutely right—"

Lawrence's voice was sounding like a gruff whisper. Tiny beads of sweat had begun to form along his graying temples, his cheeks, which had been pale now flushed with the ruddy color of someone just recovering from an illness.

In fact, that was exactly the case.

But Lawrence's eyes brightened, and having undergone this mental transformation, the aura of decay and despair that had surrounded him vanished. Despite his old age, he now radiated a vita...

0749 Devotion

"Master Watson!"

The exclamation burst from Lawrence's echoing through the small room with accumulated hope and longing. The butler, who had been showing signs of exhaustion and physical deterioration just moments before suddenly sprang up from his sickbed with a remarkable burst of energy.

His eyes, which had been clouded with pain and weariness only seconds earlier, now blazed with a delighted surprise so intense it seemed to lit up his entire face.

Surely this had to be s...

0748 Life's Plans

'Hope your parents to recover?'

Hermione's brow furrowed deeply, as her mind immediately began dissecting the strange phrasing of Mrs. Longbottom's inquiry.

'What a strange question for Mrs. Longbottom to ask,' She thought to herself. 'How could Neville possibly not want his parents to recover?'

Instinctively, Hermione's gaze shifted toward Professor Dumbledore, her eyes searching his face for any hint. But this time, Professor Dumbledore just stoo...

0747 Worries

Regarding entering Hermione's private ward, Neville showed some reluctance. He stood frozen at the doorway like a statue carved from uncertainty, his trembling hands clutched at his sides, not daring to lift his eyes and look inside the room. The social awkwardness seemed to press down upon him.

However, Professor Dumbledore had abandoned him quite thoroughly, seemingly forgetting the original purpose of bringing him to this place.

"Come now, Neville—" Hermione's voice called ou...

0746 Treatment Plan

Under Bryan's intervention, the dark witch Jasna Rosier had been detained and thrown into the prison of Azkaban. Yet despite the significance of this capture and the circumstances surrounding it, Bryan hadn't breathed a single word about her current situation to Dumbledore, nor had he made any mention of the 'gift' he had left behind for Grindelwald.

To be honest, Bryan himself was uncertain whether Grindelwald could understand the veiled information he had conveyed through his actions....

0745 Body & Soul

"Incredible—" The single word left Bryan's lips.

After listening intently to Dumbledore's words, Bryan was struggling to process what he had just learned. His brow furrowed deeply, while his eyes took on a distant look.

The concept that Dumbledore had described – that a human soul could somehow slip free from the protection of its physical body and act as an independent entity in the world – sounded extraordinary and mystical even within the world of magic.

"You mentio...

0744 The Soul

With a subtle gesture, Bryan caused two chairs to emerge from the void.

After settling himself into one of these conjured seats, the trace of deep fatigue that had been lurking beneath Bryan's face became more apparent. His shoulders sagged slightly under the weight of exhaustion that came not from physical exertion, but from the kind of magical and mental strain.

He lifted his hands to his temples rubbing them as if trying to alleviate a headache. For several moments, Bryan remai...

0743 The Treatment

Generally speaking, within St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries aside from the specialized ward floors that dealt with the most critical and life-threatening emergency patients, which remained brightly lit regardless of the hour, the other floors throughout the massive hospital complex would extinguish their magical lights well before nine o'clock in the evening.

This was designed to create the most optimal and peaceful resting environment possible for the countless pa...

0742 Happiness & Distress

Ever since Professor Watson had left Hogwarts Castle to find a way to save Hermione's life and track down the mysterious perpetrator behind the attack, the atmosphere during their physical training classes had undergone a transformation.

The sessions had become more relaxed and informal, almost casual in comparison to the intense, military-like way than when Professor Watson and Hermione were present.

After all, without Professor Watson's presence, many of the training exercises c...

0741 At Hogwarts

As the calendar pages turned toward that date marked throughout the castle, the topic of the Triwizard Tournament surged back to prominence sweeping through every corridor, classroom, and common room of Hogwarts.

The same phenomenon that had electrified the students before the first task was showing once again. Wherever one went within the school you could hear young wizards tirelessly discussing the outcome of the second task.

In this tournament fever, Cedric was receiving an unp...

0740 At St.Mungo's

"You arrived with such remarkable speed, Bryan!" Tonks exclaimed with surprise, her voice carrying tones of both admiration and astonishment.

After allowing herself a moment of hearty, relieved laughter that seemed to release weeks of accumulated tension and worry, Tonks observed Bryan's face with slightly widened eyes.

"I honestly thought you wouldn't be able to oust yourself from all the Ministry obligations, press conferences, and official responsibilities for quite some time!"...

0739 Hermione's Recovery

Life, in all its complexity and unpredictability, is a one-way journey through time—a path that breezes through scenes of joy and sorrow, triumph and defeat, love and loss.

The magnificent scenery that unfolds along this road, the countless people whose lives intersect with yours in such moments, the events that shape your understanding of the world whether you embrace them with passionate love or push them away with bitter despise can only accompany you for a portion of that endless ...

0738 Those Dreams

As if overnight, London had transitioned from the bone-chilling cold and damp winter into the gentle, life-giving warmth and spectacular, vibrant bloom of spring.

The comfortable, refreshing spring breeze rippled and danced across the surface of the Thames waters that stretched like a liquid mirror beneath the cloudless blue sky.

On the opposite bank of the river, the cheerful, carefree laughter of a group of foreign tourists visiting London for the first time suddenly pierced thr...

0737 The Press Conference

"—With the strong support of both the British and German Ministries of Magic, as well as Vice President Vipor Dreghorn of the International Confederation of Wizards and Mr. Gerson Barnah from Gringotts headquarters, this evil organization that has parasitically existed in the shadows of European magical society for countless years, committing countless crimes against both wizarding and Muggle communities, has finally been destroyed and brought to justice.

For those innocent Muggles wh...

0736 The Final Confrontation

"Adam has completed your instructions,"

Bryan once again slowly turned his gaze away from the kneeling figure of Adam Vogel toward the frail old man who continued to sit motionless at the edge of the narrow bed, seemingly oblivious to the words being said few feet from where he sat.

The figure in front of him was the once-mighty revolutionary who had shaken the wizarding world, one of the most formidable and terrifying wizards in all of modern magical history.

This was the D...

0735 The Prisoner

Dumbledore's authorization continued to echo across the vast, snow-covered plain, leaving many of the wizards who had traveled such great distances specifically to stop Bryan exchanging worried glances with one another.

The impact was most obvious on their leader, Vipor Dreghorn, whose already tense facial features darkened considerably. He pressed his thin lips together in a tight line of frustrated disapproval and began panting rapidly several times.

"I think Dumbledore must hav...

0734 The Journey

The wind howled with deep, muffled roars, carrying with it the bitter taste of ice and despair as it swept beneath the low, leaden clouds that hung like a funeral shroud across the sky.

These clouds pressed down upon the world with such oppressive weight that even the blanket of white snow that covered every visible surface for miles around could not manage to brighten the gloomy atmosphere.

Everything in this forsaken land was utterly and intensely desolate, as if life itself had...

0733 The Aftermath

"Foolish Muggles," Aeschylus whispered with his final breath, the words carrying the weight of a lifetime's prejudice and hatred.

The dying Obscurial lay motionless on the scorched ground, his remaining eye now closed against the reality of his defeat.

Every breath seemed to cost him tremendous effort, his chest was rising and falling in increasingly shallow movements as he awaited the inevitable embrace of death.

"If you insist on doing this—" he began, but the sentence r...

0732 The Divine Judgment

There was no single, decisive spell capable of ending it all in one magnificent blow—no ultimate incantation that could bring this confrontation to its inevitable conclusion.

Instead, the two warring sides were locked in the most primitive, brutal, and savage form of slaughter that the magical world had witnessed in generations. This was magical combat stripped of all pretense and elegance, reduced to its most basic essence: kill or be killed, survive or perish, with no middle ground ...

0731 The Dance of Destruction

Amid earth-shattering tremors that seemed to herald the apocalypse, the laboratory's ceiling came crashing down. Massive chunks of enchanted stone, each weighing hundreds of pounds and crackling with residual magical energy, plummeted through the air like meteors of destruction.

The chamber's four walls shattered under the tremendous impact and clouds of dust spread through the narrow corridors in both directions rendering everything within sight hazy and indistinct.

Jasna Rosier ...

0730 The Rage

Apart from the faint, almost inaudible groans of pain from the transformed Muggle girl whose body had become so distorted that she no longer resembled anything recognizably human, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Every single person in the chamber stared with wide, unblinking eyes at the unexpected intruders: Bryan Watson, and the blonde girl beside him. Their thoughts had become frozen in a state of complete shock.

The silence stretched on like a stiff wire ready ...

0729 The Dark Fortress

Beyond the iron gate, reinforced with layers of protective enchantments and warding spells, lied an enormous underground chamber stretched as wide as the Great Hall of Hogwarts with a ceiling that was even higher.

The chamber's design was similar to the reception hall of the British Ministry of Magic. One entire wall of the room was embedded with a row of fireplaces. The majority of these remained dim and inactive, their hearths were cold and empty, waiting patiently for the next travel...

0728 The Bloody Night

Under the savage veil of night over the hillside beside the lake, the scene that unfolded was one that would haunt the dreams of any witness for the rest of their days.

Like a carefully arranged row of ceremonial candles placed along an altar dedicated to some evil god, Jasna's subordinates were being ignited one after another. No one present, not even Jasna herself could perceive exactly how Bryan moved or what specific technique he used to achieve such results.

The transformatio...

0727 The Overwhelming Attack

The wind sweeping across the lakeside underwent a sudden and nauseating transformation, shifting from the clean, crisp evening breeze to something far more sinister and sickening.

Above them, the crimson moon casted its light down upon the rippling surface of the lake, causing the water itself to appear as if it were literally rising with a bloody glow.

In the countless gunfight movies that Louise had watched during lazy afternoons at the local cinema, she had become familiar with...