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Chapter 120: The Weight of the Future

The stadium emptied in an eerie silence, its spectators lost in thought. They could only think of the dread they had felt for the future.

The students made their way back to Hogwarts, the usual anticipation for the Sorting Ceremony subdued. No whispered guesses about which House the first-years would join.

No playful rivalries. No one had the energy to care—not after Dante’s revelation. And yet, throughout the entire ceremony, Dante was absent.

Some students wondered, Ha...

Chapter 40: What Remained of Us

For the first time in modern legal history—perhaps in the history of any civilized court—the verdict was to be delivered through a trial by combat. It was absurd, archaic, and borderline theatrical, yet in this situation… strangely fitting. Judging Batman, a symbol of justice who had stood shoulder to shoulder with gods, through the cold rigidity of law felt incomplete. The court, the people, the world—it all needed more than a verdict. It needed resolution.

Ashborn’s proposal...

Chapter 39: Checkmate In Shadows

In an underground meeting, Ashborn sat across from two of the most calculating minds on Earth, Amanda Waller and Lex Luthor.

Lex tapped a folder on the table, his tone filled with quiet triumph. “With the footage and the witnesses, this is airtight. We play it right, and Superman and Batman serve time. A year. Maybe two. Public trust shifts. Justice League loses its teeth.”

Amanda Waller, arms crossed and unreadable, didn’t bother looking at Lex. “What matters more is the ...

Chapter 38: Fine, I’ll Play

Ashborn Black leaned back in his chair, a bemused smile curling his lips as he studied the three figures standing in his office, Superman and Batman. The air in the room was filled with unspoken tension.

His gaze shifted downwards and lingered just a little too long on Batman’s lower half before he let out a theatrical sigh.

“It seems,” Ashborn said with a wry note, “my gift wasn’t to your liking after all.”

Batman’s voice was cold “Stop the jokes and silly p...

Chapter 37: How to Enrage a Bat

Ashborn stepped out of the TV station, the cool night breeze ruffling his coat slightly. He walked calmly, hands in his pockets, as if he hadn’t just witnessed one of the most surreal nights of the year.

Before he could take another step, a red blur zipped into existence before him, The Flash. He scanned Ashborn up and down.

Ashborn didn’t even blink. “They are inside.”

The Flash stared at him in silence for a beat, then wordlessly dashed into the building.

Ash...

Chapter 119: When the World Stopped Breathing

Once Dante was done speaking, he disapparated and the world snapped back to normal.

The sky lost its oppressive darkness. The Tree of Light vanished as if it had never been. The silver radiance that had flooded the land dispersed into nothingness.

Yet the stadium remained silent. Tens of thousands of witches and wizards sat frozen in their seats, unable to move, unable to speak. It was as if Dante’s words had paralyzed reality itself.

Because—how could they react to some...

Chapter 36: Vegas' Worst Show

Ashborn sat silently in the backseat of a sleek, black car moving through the glimmering and loud streets of Vegas. His eyes were fixed on his phone, where a live feed had been running for a few minutes now. The Joker’s chaos was already in full swing.

Onscreen, the Justice League raced against time, disabling bombs scattered across Vegas—on bridges, in parks, near and inside casinos while having to fight the super powered individual Joker freed from Cadmus. Each success came with m...

Chapter 35: The Joker's Invitation

The headlines were buzzing with excitement and intrigue—Shadow Corp had done it again.

Today, one of its lesser-known subdivisions made waves in the most unexpected way: ice cream. Not just any frozen treat—this was ice cream perfected through borderline absurd engineering. Seven new flavors, all calibrated to share the exact same freezing point. The result? Perfect consistency across every variety, whether it was vanilla storm, cosmic strawberry, or electric mint. Food critics were...

Chapter 118: The Final Life

The smoke above the stage shifted once more. A new scene unfolded before the captive audience—a man kneeling before a poisoned king. The king’s blood stained the surrounding, the screaming and worry of people fading into the background.

The man pressed his hands to the king’s wounds, murmuring incantations. The magic flared, saving the king like. The audience watched as the king, still trembling from the brush with death, grasped the man’s hand in gratitude.

“You have sa...

Chapter 34: Befriended The Captor

The girls stood frozen in their glass cells, their minds struggling to comprehend the scene that had just unfolded before them. They had witnessed many strange things in their lives, alien invasions, magical battles, otherworldly monsters, but this? This was something else entirely.

Ashborn had somehow turned a galactic kidnapping into a casual field trip. Then, without so much as a stutter, he discussed breeding with the very alien who abducted them, all with the kind of calm detachmen...

Chapter 33: Ashborn’s Field Trip

Each of the six kidnapped individuals stood within a cylindrical glass prison—round walls that stretched from the floor all the way to the ceiling, the material glowing faintly with an unnatural sheen. The cells were spaced evenly across a vast metallic chamber that curved out into darkness. In the distance, more glass towers housed strange creatures—some reptilian, others aquatic, some humanoid but utterly alien.

The girls sprang into action.

Supergirl reeled back and launche...

Chapter 117: Emerging Truth

The stadium was silent, still reeling from the revelations about Herpo the Foul. Dante stood motionless, his piercing gaze sweeping over the crowd before he spoke again.

"The next wizard we will discuss is Odin, son of Borr."

A murmur spread through the audience. Some recognized the name from Muggle myths, but none had ever considered him a real figure in magical history.

"At one point in time," Dante continued, his voice steady, "the world worshiped Odin as the Allfather. H...

Chapter 116: Correcting History

Nicolas hovered slightly above the stage, his expression unreadable. Then, he turned to the crowd. "For those who do not know me, I am Nicolas Flamel, creator of the Philosopher's Stone. History remembers me as a great alchemist who achieved immortality alongside my beloved wife, Perenelle. But history is written by those who wish to be remembered in a certain way. The truth is far less noble."

The audience listened, enraptured, as Flamel continued. "When I was young, I fell deeply in l...

Chapter 32: Girls' Night Out

Despite the brief sting of rejection, Supergirl recovered faster than even she expected. The moment had hurt—more than she would ever admit aloud—but she brushed it off. Still, she took Ashborn’s suggestion to heart. She needed to unwind. So she messaged Batgirl with a simple idea: “Girl’s night?”

To her surprise, Barbra was all for it.

“It’s hard to find girls our age who can talk about secret identities without getting weird,” she’d replied with a laughing em...

Chapter 115: The Stadium of Secrets

Beyond the Black Lake, an enormous structure stood tall against the horizon. Dante, working alone, had constructed a stadium second only to the legendary Quidditch World Cup venue. Whether or not it would be filled to capacity was uncertain, but he had built it anyway. The grand stadium faced an imposing stage, offering a perfect view of both the Black Lake and Hogwarts in the background.

The Daily Prophet wasted no time in publishing images of the stadium, fueling speculation about the...

Chapter 31: Rejected

The world stood still.

Across every city, every channel, every screen, the footage looped endlessly, grainy yet clear enough to strike awe into the hearts of billions. A black-armored knight, emerging from shadow like a silent executioner, had brought down Doomsday, the unstoppable monster that had nearly ended a city and their protectors with swift, merciless slashes. He had come like a myth, slain a godlike terror, and vanished without a word.

The world’s greatest defenders, t...

Chapter 30: Doomsday

The early rays of sun filtered through the tall windows of Ashborn’s office, casting long shadows across the sleek furniture. He entered with his usual calm, only to find an unexpected guest lounging on the chair across from his desk—Kara, in her civilian attire, legs crossed, eyes scanning some document she clearly had no interest in.

Ashborn blinked once. “Good morning, Kara.”

She looked up and grinned. “Good morning to you too.”

He walked to his desk, and took...

Chapter 29: The Balance Of Power

Ashborn sat silently in the living area, the warm lighting doing little to ease the cold stillness between him and the young woman sitting across from him. Jinx had a look on her face that was caught somewhere between shock and sorrow, her pink eyes wide but dimmed.

Ashborn’s expression, however, was unreadable—neutral, calm, detached.

His words had been straightforward. There was no sugar-coating, no false kindness. “You’ve changed,” he had told her, “and that’s fin...

Chapter 28: Severed By Shadows

Raven sat in her room, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the dim glow of a floating crystal. Her birthday was approaching, and with it came a deepening anxiety that coiled around her like a tightening vine. What if this is the year? What if this is when he finally comes? Her father's presence—Trigon, the interdimensional demon lord—had always loomed over her life like a shadow that refused to fade.

She pressed her fingers together, silently chanting a mantra of calm, but it barely...

Chapter 27: Exposed Secrets

In the conference room, Victor Fries sat quietly, arms folded, his icy blue gaze fixed on the man standing at the head of the room. Around him, a dozen others leaned forward in their seats, intrigued and confused in equal measure.

Ashborn Black stood before a massive screen, gesturing with animated hands as graphs, chemical structures, and swirling images of ice cream flavors flickered behind him.

"The idea is simple," Ashborn explained with a grin, "Each flavor isn’t just about...

Chapter 26: Ballbreaker Black Again

The night was cool in Gotham, the moonlight casting pale shadows across the cracked pavement, when Ashborn Black casually walked into the nearest police station and approached the front desk.

“I’d like to turn myself in,” he said with a polite smile.

The officer behind the desk raised an eyebrow. “For...?”

“Co-partnering with the Joker and,” Ashborn cleared his throat, “shooting Batman in the groin.”

The room fell still.

Several officers nearby ...

Chapter 25: Deja vu

The trio — Ashborn, Victor, and Nora — left the storage facility behind, stepping out into the cold, damp streets of Gotham. As the city loomed around them in familiar gloom, Ashborn turned to the couple with his usual bright smile.

“We’ll be relocating you two to Metropolis,” he said casually, hands in his pockets. “Victor, your new lab is already under construction. Shadow Corp is setting up a new division just for you — and your job is simple: create the perfect ice cre...

Chapter 24: Dreams Turned Into Realities

The glow from the potion had long faded, but Victor Freeze remained still, staring at his own reflection in the one-way mirror like he was looking at a stranger. His fingers trembled as they brushed against his cheeks, his breath calm and warm for the first time in years.

Ashborn let him have the moment, saying nothing. Even Supergirl stood silently, watching the man process the unimaginable.

Victor finally broke the silence, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Am I… really...

Chapter 23: Broken Ice

Ashborn stepped out of the helicopter and marched straight through the Shadow Corp headquarters with his usual calmness. He entered his office and was met with an unexpected sight — Supergirl, floating just outside the tall glass window, arms crossed, wind teasing the ends of her golden hair.

Ashborn didn’t slow his steps. He walked up to the window and opened it with a faint sigh. “Not working here anymore doesn’t mean you can’t use the door, you know.”

Supergirl drif...

Chapter 22: A Cold Threat

The sharp ring of Ashborn’s private phone broke the morning calm. He answered immediately, and the voice on the other end was panicked and shaken.

“Sir, one of our labs, the cryogenics facility, it’s under assault. Hostages taken, but the details are unclear.”

Ashborn didn’t waste a second. “Call the helicopter. Now.”

He turned on his heel, stepping out of his office with urgency as Rex scrambled to follow orders. Minutes later, the Shadow Corp chopper soared t...

Chapter 21: Opinion Changed

The sun had barely begun its rise, casting golden streaks over the towering skyline as Ashborn strolled into the monolithic structure of Shadow Corp. The lobby was quiet, the hum of early activity still distant. Coffee in hand, he moved through the quiet corridors with the same calm stride as always, his footsteps echoing lightly until he reached his office.

The familiar hiss of the biometric lock, the soft swing of the door — and then, peace.

He sipped his coffee, savoring the ...

Chapter 114: Unbelievable News

Narcissa sat in the Malfoy Manor’s garden, her mind reeling from Dante’s words. Horcruxes. The Dark Lord's desperate grasp at immortality was not only his strength but also his downfall. Five of them were already destroyed. He was weakening, his soul fracturing beyond repair. The implications were staggering.

Later that night, she recounted everything to Lucius, her voice steady but laced with disbelief. Lucius listened intently, his sharp mind piecing together the consequences. The...

Chapter 113: The Last Order Completed

Voldemort sat alone in his chamber, his crimson eyes narrowed as he gazed at the flickering flames before him. He had spent the past week confirming what he had dreaded—the diadem was no longer a Horcrux. It had somehow returned to the Ravenclaw Tower, probably the soul inside it gone. The ring, too, had disappeared, likely taken by either Dumbledore or Dante Malfoy. And the locket? It was replaced by a worthless fake, its true fate unknown.

That left only the cup. His last remaining ...

Chapter 112: The Dark Lord’s Folly

The news spread like wildfire. The Ministry had officially acknowledged the return of the Dark Lord, urging citizens to remain vigilant in the face of the troubling times ahead. This announcement reignited debates across the wizarding world. While many had already believed Dumbledore’s claims about Voldemort’s return, just as many had been convinced by the Ministry’s prior dismissal. Now, there was no denying it—the Dark Lord was back.

That same night, as Hogwarts lay shrouded i...

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