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Chapter 100: Always Strange

The Yule Ball was approaching, a time of excitement and nervous anticipation for the students of Hogwarts. The halls buzzed with chatter about dates, dress robes, and dance preparations. However, for Dante Malfoy, the event held little interest. Even during his time as a champion, he had barely been invested in such social affairs. Now, as a professor, he saw no reason to attend at all. He considered simply skipping it entirely—after all, he wasn’t required to participate.

But then ...

Chapter 99: The Spark of Change

The school was alive with chatter, students still abuzz with excitement from the first task of the Triwizard Tournament. At the house tables, students speculated about the upcoming challenges, praised Cedric Diggory for his victory, and debated the fairness of the scoring. However, Dante Malfoy paid little mind to the noise as he made his way toward the Great Hall, his mind occupied with his own thoughts.

As he turned a corner, he encountered Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape. Th...

Chapter 98: Whispers of Power, Shadows of Fear

The morning sunlight streamed through the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, casting a warm golden hue over the long tables. The hall was filled with the usual chatter of students enjoying breakfast, though the staff table maintained a more subdued atmosphere.

Dante Malfoy sat among the professors, lazily cutting into his toast as he half-listened to Flitwick and McGonagall discuss a particularly tricky seventh-year transfiguration project. Dumbledore, as always, remained silent, sipp...

Chapter 97: The Dark Lord's Return Again

The weeks passed, and Dante Malfoy’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class became the most talked-about subject in Hogwarts. What had once been met with skepticism was now praised—even by seventh-years, who admitted it was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts class they’d ever received.

The professors who had initially doubted Dante’s qualifications now found themselves reluctantly impressed. His lessons weren’t just lectures—they were masterclasses in magical theory and app...

Chapter 96: Magic Without Labels

The next morning, the fourth-year Gryffindor and Slytherin students filed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, their murmurs fading as they took in the unexpected sight before them. At the front stood Professor Malfoy, his silver eyes scanning them with detached interest. And in the back Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore sat watching, their expressions unreadable.

McGonagall had insisted on observing, "to assist if needed." Dumbledore had come out of sheer curi...

Chapter 95: The Unlikely Professor

Narcissa Malfoy sat alone in the dining room, her fingers tracing the rim of her untouched teacup. The feeling of helplessness ate away at her—her son had returned, but he was a ghost of himself. She had tried to reach him, but his hollow eyes had offered no answers.

Then, Dante walked in, his silver eyes no longer as empty as before. Narcissa straightened, her breath catching.

"Mother," he said softly, "thanks to you, I had a moment of clarity."

She didn’t speak, afraid...

Chapter 94: A Moment of Clarity

The news spread like wildfire. A Crumple-Horned Snorkack, right there in Hogwarts. The rumors spread quickly through the corridors. Students, young and old, poured toward Luna Lovegood, eyes wide with disbelief, curiosity, and—more surprisingly—guilt.

There it was, nestled comfortably in a conjured enclosure by the Ravenclaw Tower: a creature of peculiar proportions, with curling, spiraled horns and a shimmering hide with strange purple color. Luna, holding it in her arms with an sm...

Chapter 93: Fragments of a Dead Future

The headmaster’s office at Hogwarts was quiet. Albus Dumbledore sat heavily in his chair, his face pale and drawn, his blue eyes clouded with exhaustion. Severus Snape stood nearby, his usual stoic expression replaced by one of deep unease. The two men had returned from the Malfoy Manor in silence, their minds reeling from the encounter with Dante.

After a long moment, Snape broke the silence. “How much of that was true?” he asked, his voice low and cautious. “What just happened...

Chapter 92: The Weight of Eternity

The news of Dante’s return spread quickly, reaching Severus Snape within a few days. Concerned, Snape promptly informed Albus Dumbledore, who decided to visit the Malfoy Manor himself. The headmaster arrived at the manor accompanied by Snape. Lucius Malfoy greeted them as they came from the Floo network, his expression a mix of irritation and unease.

“Headmaster Dumbledore,” Lucius said, his tone polite but cold. “To what do we owe this unexpected visit?”

Dumbledore, eve...

Chapter 91: The Immortal’s Lament

Dante opened his eyes, his vision blurred as he sat up, confusion etched across his face. He was in the hall where the grave of his family resided. The ghost of his wife, Frigg, floated nearby, her translucent form shimmering faintly in the dim light. She noticed him stirring and turned her gaze toward him, her expression cold and detached. Her eyes lingered on his, which had briefly turned white—a sign that he had seen the future—before returning to their usual silver hue.

“It se...

Chapter 90: The Life Of Dante Malfoy

Dante Malfoy was born into the world for what he believed would be his final rebirth. This life, he was certain, would be the one in which he achieved mastery over death itself. As a member of the Malfoy family—the very family he had founded centuries ago as Armand Malfoy—he expected to find a legacy of power and progress. Instead, he was met with disappointment after disappointment.

From the moment he could move and speak, Dante began exploring the world, eager to see how it had ch...

Chapter 89: The Life Of Ekrizdis

In the rugged settlements of North America, where the untamed wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see, a child was born who would one day leave an indelible mark on the wizarding world. His name was Ekrizdis, the son of a local wizard from the indigenous tribes of the land and a colonial woman who had ventured across the ocean in search of a new beginning. From the moment he drew his first breath, Ekrizdis was destined for greatness, though his path would be one of mystery, power, an...

Chapter 88: The Life Of Armand Malfoy

The winds of Normandy howled against the walls of the great keep of Rouen. In a modest chamber, tucked away from the grandeur of the ducal hall, a child was born into the shadows—Armand Malfoy. His mother, a woman of mysterious origins, had once been a healer in the court of Duke Richard II, though whispers surrounded her heritage. Some said she was of an old magical bloodline, a daughter of druids who once roamed the land before the coming of the Franks. Others believed she had once served...

Chapter 87: The Life Of Sun Simiao

In the far east, where the sun rose first over the lands of the Tang Dynasty, a man of unparalleled skill and wisdom had earned the title of the King of Medicine. His name was Sun Simiao, a magical healer whose reputation stretched far and wide. At just 25 years old, he was already revered as a master of potion-making and medicine, his knowledge and ingenuity unmatched by any other healer in the land. But what truly set Sun Simiao apart was not just his overwhelming magical prowess—it was h...

Chapter 86: The Life Of Tertius

In the bustling city of Argos, a group of children ran through the streets, their laughter echoing as they followed their combat instructor. Among them was Tertius, an eleven-year-old boy with a reputation for being cold and emotionless. While the other children joked and played, Tertius remained silent, his expression ice cold. To the people of Argos, he was a child cursed to feel nothing. But what they didn’t know, and what Tertius never shared, was that this was his fourth life in the wo...

Chapter 85: The Life Of Herpo

Author's Note: You won’t find me using the term Pharaoh here. While writing this chapter, I wanted to use real places and names, but here’s the interesting part—Ancient Egypt didn’t use the term Pharaoh. Instead, they had kings based on dynasties. The term Pharaoh itself comes from words changing over time and being adopted in other languages, it is more of a high managerial position that evolved over thousands of years.

During the late 19th century, archaeologi...

Chapter 84: The Life Of Odin

The sound of a crying baby filled the small hut, echoing through the quiet village. The baby’s eyes darted around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. He could hear voices speaking around him, but the words were strange, a language he didn’t recognize. Confusion washed over him, but then a memory surged to the forefront of his mind. A single thought dominated his consciousness: I succeeded!! I am alive again! But how long has it passed?

The baby’s cries subsided as he processed...

Chapter 83: The Life Of Hogwarts

Deep within the forest, two brothers walked side by side, their footsteps quiet against the soft earth. Solomon, the older of the two at thirteen, carried himself with a confident swagger, while Hogwarts, twelve years old, moved with a thoughtful, deliberate pace. The two had grown up in a tribe where magic was rare, and their abilities—lightning for Solomon and ice for Hogwarts—made them unique among their people.

As they ventured deeper into the woods, Solomon spotted a rabbit ben...

Chapter 82: Chains Break And River Bends

The world seemed to hold its breath as Dante stood at the edge of the Black Lake, his silver hair glowing faintly in the eerie light. The ground beneath him pulsed with power, the leylines of magic intertwining with his ancient Horcrux. The defenders of Hogwarts stood frozen, their wands trembling as they listened to his words.

Dante’s voice is calm and deliberate. “You all feared the prophecy so much. How did it start again?” He paused, then recited the words that had haunted the...

Chapter 81: Light Floods The Land

In the wake of The Quibbler’s final publication, the wizarding world braced itself for the inevitable. Albus Dumbledore, his face lined with worry and regret, made the difficult decision to close Hogwarts. Students below the age of seventeen were ordered to leave the school, while those above were given the choice to stay and help protect it. To Dumbledore’s surprise, all of the older students chose to stay, their determination to defend their school and the world unwavering.

Days p...

Chapter 80: Vengence

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. His face was pale, his blue eyes clouded with regret and dread. He held the latest edition of The Quibbler in his hands, the image of Dante Malfoy staring back at him from the cover. The headline—"Message From The Ancient Evil"—felt like a death knell.

Dumbledore’s mind drifted to his last conversation with Luna Lovegood. She had asked him, “What if this is a self-fulfilling prophecy?” ...

Chapter 79: The Quibbler's Final Edition

Dante stood in the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, his silver hair and piercing silver eyes drawing immediate attention. The moment he approached the first wizard he encountered, the man froze, his face pale and his body trembling with fear. Dante didn’t waste time. “Where can I find the home of Xenophilius Lovegood, the editor of The Quibbler?” he asked, his voice calm but commanding.

The wizard stammered, his words tumbling out in a panicked rush. “O-Ottery St Catchpole! Nea...

Chapter 78: Against The Wizards

Nearly two and a half years had passed since Dante Malfoy had left the wizarding world behind. During that time, he had kept to himself, focusing on his exploration and the gradual assimilation of his soul fragments. The process was nearing completion; in less than a month, he would finally be able to absorb the last fragment and achieve his goal.

But as Dante sat alone in a forest, a faint glow caught his attention. The two-way mirror he had connected to the centaur tribe was reacting�...

Chapter 77: Crumple-Horned Snorkack And The Lovegoods

Deep within the dense, snow-covered forests of Russia, Dante Malfoy moved silently through the trees, his silver hair glinting faintly in the filtered sunlight. The air was crisp and cold, the silence of the forest broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird. Dante’s eyes, glowing faintly with magical sight, scanned his surroundings, taking in the intricate web of magical energy that permeated the area.

As he walked, something caught his attention—a ...

Chapter 76: Echoes of a Dark Prophecy

The Malfoy Manor, once a symbol of wealth and power, now felt more like a gilded prison. Since Dante’s departure and Lucius’s decision to share everything he knew with the Ministry, the family had been confined to their home, under strict surveillance. Nearly two months had passed, and the air of depression within the manor was growing.

Draco sat in the dining room, his face etched with frustration. He had been silent for most of the day, but now he couldn’t hold it in any longer....

Chapter 75: Preparations

Nurmengard Castle stood tall and foreboding, its dark stone walls a stark reminder of its grim history. Built by Gellert Grindelwald during his rise to power, the castle had once served as a prison for his enemies and a symbol of his vision for a new world order. After the legendary duel between Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore, which ended in Grindelwald’s defeat, the castle had been repurposed. It became his prison, a place where he was held in isolation, reflecting on the consequences of...

Chapter 74: The Malfoy Divide

The Malfoy Manor was eerily quiet, it was shadowed by a heavy, somber atmosphere. Draco sat silently at the dining table, his face pale and his eyes distant. Narcissa, her cheeks streaked with tears, turned to Lucius, her voice trembling with hurt and disbelief.

“How could you hide something so big from me?” she demanded, her voice breaking. “How could you let me believe he was just… our son?”

Lucius sighed, his usual composure frayed. “It was better for you not to kno...

Chapter 73: The Original Evil

When Albus Dumbledore first heard about Dante Malfoy, he felt a flicker of hope. A brilliant young wizard, overflowing with talent, had been born. The last one like that was Tom Riddle, and Albus had failed him. He had failed to guide Tom out of the darkness. This time, he was determined not to repeat his mistakes. He wouldn’t let another student become a dark lord.

But when Albus met Dante for the first time, his hope turned to unease. The boy’s presence was unlike anything he had ...

Chapter 72: The Silver Reckoning

The Hogwarts Express chugged along the tracks, its rhythmic clatter a familiar sound as students chatted and laughed in their compartments. Dante and Draco walked through the train, their presence drawing curious glances from their peers. As Dante passed by compartments, his eyes noticed something unusual—. He didn’t react, however, and continued walking until he and Draco found an empty compartment.

Once inside, Dante cast a silencing spell and turned to Draco. “There are a few s...

Chapter 71: Dark Prophecy

Dumbledore sat at his desk, his expression grave as he processed the information Snape had delivered. Voldemort’s words echoed in his mind: “Dante has Horcruxes. He’s retrieving them, growing stronger over time.”

This was a critical piece of information. If Dante was still searching for his Horcruxes, it meant he wasn’t yet at full strength. He wasn’t completely invincible—not yet. But the implications were troubling. Dante’s power was already immense, and if he was recl...