Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión) Chapter 150: Magic, Love, and Chaos

Magic, Love, and Chaos

With magic, everything was easier"even construction. That's why Stephen and Fleur's house was finished before sunset on the sa day. Excited, they stepped inside to explore their new ho.

"What do you think? I picked this decor with your grandmother," Fleur said with a bright smile, gesturing toward the living room. Large sofas adorned the space, a cozy fireplace cast a warm glow, and in one corner, an elegant grand piano stood out with its refined shine.

Seeing it, Stephen raised an intrigued eyebrow.

"A piano?"

"Yes," Fleur responded enthusiastically. "Rember that ti at the Ministry? You practically played while fighting the Aurors... with a magical violin, no less!" She laughed softly. "I thought, since you can conjure a violin, having a piano might be interesting."

"I might have to take lessons to learn how to play it," Fleur admitted playfully, but her words trailed off as Stephen let his fingers graze the keys.

Ting.

A soft note echoed in the room, and suddenly, as if a dormant lody had awakened within him, Stephen's fingers began to move naturally across the keys. A beautiful symphony filled the space, wrapping Fleur in a spell of sound. She watched him, captivated by how effortlessly he played, as if music had always been a part of him.

When the lody ca to an end, Stephen turned to her with a surprised expression.

"Well, looks like I know how to play..."

Fleur crossed her arms and gave him a delighted smile.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

Stephen approached with a mischievous grin and, without warning, pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"You'll have to find out, my love."

Fleur felt a pleasant shiver run down her spine, but before she could reply, Stephen gently took her hand.

"Co on, let's keep exploring."

They wandered through their spacious ho, passing through the kitchen, dining room, library, their offices, and finally, the bedrooms. Fleur paused for a mont, taking in the vast space.

"I have to admit, with so many rooms and just the two of us, it feels a little... empty."

Stephen shot her an amused look before slowly stepping closer.

"Then how about we start repopulating so of these rooms?" he suggested with a sly smile.

Fleur arched an eyebrow, feigning indignation.

"Oh... so you're showing your true colors from day one?"

Stephen wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her effortlessly.

"My love, I've always shown you my true colors."

Fleur was about to respond when"

"Prince! Fleur! We ca to see your house!"

Gabrielle's voice rang out from outside. Fleur burst into laughter while Stephen let out a long-suffering sigh.

"Looks like you'll have to keep those colors hidden a little longer," Fleur teased before slipping from his arms and heading for the door to greet her family.

Stephen, with a frustrated look, muttered to himself,

"I should study anti-family barriers while researching the combination of magic from both worlds..."

Reluctantly, he followed his girlfriend.

When Fleur opened the door, Mada Delacour gave her a knowing smile.

"Are we interrupting sothing?"

"Of course not!" Fleur answered quickly, inviting her mother and sister inside.

......

anwhile, in another of the newly finished houses, Wanda and Daphne were comfortably seated on the couch in their living room after touring their ho with excitent.

"Our ho is amazing, isn't it?" Wanda said with a big smile.

"Yes," Daphne nodded sweetly. "I can already picture our life here."

Wanda glanced at her out of the corner of her eye before smirking playfully.

"What if we test our room? We need to make sure our bed is comfortable enough, don't we?"

Daphne narrowed her eyes with a knowing smile before sliding onto Wanda's lap, ending up face-to-face with her.

"Oh, is that what you want?" she whispered, a teasing glint in her eyes. "I wouldn't mind... but do you think you can handle it?"

Wanda's face instantly flushed, but her pride wouldn't allow her to back down.

"I'll have to find out," she declared with determination, flashing a challenging smile.

,,,,,,,,,,

Leaving the older Flal twins aside"who seed to be struggling with their hormones"Tony was staring seriously at the screen of his magical computer. Then, suddenly, his expression shifted. A grin of pure excitent and joy spread across his face.

"I did it! I've created the first magical artificial intelligence!" Tony exclaid, his smile radiating satisfaction as he pressed a button.

Imdiately, a feminine voice resonated from his computer.

"[Hello, sir. I am tis. How may I assist you?]"

Tony crossed his arms, lifted his chin, and took a mont to admire his own brilliance.

"Hahaha, I'm a genius no matter what world I'm in."

Just as he was about to indulge in a bit more self-praise, Loki walked into the room with his usual smirk.

"Hey, idiot. We need to help the sorcerer with his new arm," he said, rcilessly interrupting Tony's self-glorification.

"I know, princess of intrigue. I was just creating a little extra help," Tony replied with a confident grin. "Now we'll get it done much faster."

Not giving Loki ti for more questions, Tony grabbed his magical computer and started walking. Loki, not fully understanding but used to Tony's eccentricities"well, he was pretty eccentric too"simply followed him.

The shared laboratory was filled with strange machines, a fusion of high-tech and magic. The Flal twins had their private labs, but this particular space was for joint projects. Many of the devices here had been created thanks to Tony's technological expertise and the combined magical knowledge of Stephen and Loki"both in eldritch and Asgardian magic. Even Nicolas Flal had contributed. They had even developed a special material that prevented spells from destroying their devices"a blessing, considering how many explosions had occurred during the early tests.

In this world, this lab alone could probably start a war in the magical community just for the knowledge it held.

The two approached a table where an arm floated above a platform covered in a greenish substance made from various potions.

"What version are we on?" Tony asked, hands on his hips as he studied the arm.

"Twelve," Loki replied flatly.

"Eh, there have been worse success rates in scientific experints," Tony muttered, pulling up his computer. "Alright, tis, your first task: analyze this arm and tell what's wrong with it."

"[Understood.]"

Imdiately, holographic scanners activated, and a list of errors began populating the screen.

"See? Now we'll be more efficient," Tony said proudly, glancing at Loki, who simply rolled his eyes.

"Or we could just rip off soone else's arm and call it a day," Loki comnted, exasperated.

"First of all, that's disgusting," Tony said, grimacing. "And second, with this thod, we could win a Nobel Prize. Sorry, I an a rlin's dal for our contribution to biology and dicine."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," Loki replied dismissively as he pressed a button, instantly incinerating the defective arm. Then, he began writing runes in the air, calculating at high speed.

Tony watched him for a few seconds before clicking his tongue.

"I told you we could do this faster if you let tis handle the calculations."

"Are you sure she won't end up trying to take over the magical world or sothing?" Loki asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, let's not start those jokes. The one thing I can always trust is my AIs."

"Ultron," Loki said without hesitation.

Tony blinked.

"...I don't know how you know about that, but that intelligence was Banner's creation," he replied shalessly.

"Uh-huh, sure."

"Besides, Jarvis beca Vision, which proves my point," Tony quickly added.

"If you say so."

Loki left the calculations to tis and returned to his rune studies. Tony, still annoyed by the previous conversation, walked over to see what he was working on and frowned.

"Are you still on that? Copying a hamr... Don't you think a sword or daggers would be better?"

"I'm using it as a reference," Loki explained without looking up. "It was forged from a material that doesn't exist here"called uru, a special tal from the heart of a dying star. Odin's dwarves forged Mjolnir in Nidavellir, and during the process, the star exploded and almost destroyed Midgard."

Tony was silent for a second.

"Wait, wait, wait... I cannot just pretend I didn't hear that. You're telling they almost blew up the Earth for a damn hamr?!"

Loki shrugged.

"Your world is more fragile than you think. Asgardians have been saving it since the dawn of ti," he said mockingly. "Even that idiot Thor could never use his full power there because, well, he would've reduced it to dust. Rember, we are Gods."

Tony crossed his arms.

"Correction: you're just aliens with a longer lifespan. Not gods"just creatures that don't know how to age gracefully."

"Oh, really? And what does that make ?"

"A brat with obvious psychological issues."

Loki stopped writing runes and slowly turned to Tony with a murderous glare.

"What did you just say, you foolish mortal?"

Tony smirked smugly.

"Exactly that. I love how you keep calling everyone 'mortals' when you are one now too. It's... endearing."

Before Loki could respond, he lunged at Tony, starting an impromptu scuffle on the lab floor. As they rolled around, knocking over tools and accidentally triggering a few protection spells, tis continued analyzing the runes and optimizing the creation of a biological arm from scratch.

As always, chaos and genius went hand in hand.