Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión) Chapter 89 89: "Shadows of Darkness and Prison Break"

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Shadows of Darkness and Prison Break

In a dark cave with no light, where anyone inside would feel their blood freeze and fear gnaw at their consciousness. Where light doesn't reach, or shouldn't leave a trace of it, but there it was, in the center of the shadows that seed to move, trying to get closer to that light.

What could be seen was a man, or the remains of one, chained in the center of the cave. But the chains were different from any material known. They glowed with such a white light that they seed sacred. There were so many chains binding the man that the only visible part of him was his head, his face, filled with scars that seed to move with every gesture.

Even when he stood still, those scars moved like worms all over his head.

The chained man looked into the darkness as if it were his most beloved being, one that, just a few ters away, he could not touch. With so much longing and, at the sa ti, madness.

But sothing distracted him for a second, making him try to turn his head, although the chains, sensing the movent, tightened even more, preventing him from moving.

"Mm? Did you bring others? Hahahahaha!" the man said, starting to laugh maniacally and mockingly. "Did you notice? Hahahaha!" he added, looking towards one of the corners of the chains, where the darkness seed to be slowly devouring the material, leaving just a small piece of tal barely holding the chains together.

"How many more will you bring to die? Hahahaha! The hearts of your children are just food for !" he yelled, laughing nonstop, while the chains, in an attempt to stop every movent of the man, continued to tighten. But it was clear that with each passing second, each hour, each day, they grew weaker.

After so many years being eaten away by darkness, those chains were no longer what they used to be. Perhaps they could hold for months, or maybe days; it was uncertain. But they still served their last function until they were shattered.

anwhile, the man continued to laugh insanely, though no one answered him.

anwhile, at the Flal house, unaware of what was happening in that cave...

Harry, who had been lying on the floor, started to wake up, while the others looked at each other with complicated expressions due to the prophecy they had just heard.

"Did it work?" Harry asked, opening his eyes and looking at his brothers.

Stephen glanced at him for a second, but he knew he couldn't tell his brother that becoming his blood brother had been the worst thing he could have done. After all, even though Harry no longer had as many insecurities thanks to the care of their grandparents, Stephen knew that Harry longed to share his blood with a family with all his heart. Even if it ant losing part of the connection he had left with his parents.

"Sigh... Though it was very dangerous and foolish, yes, Harry, it worked. Now no one can say you're not our brother," Stephen said after a sigh, while showing him a mirror so he could see his changed appearance.

As Harry looked at himself in the mirror, the first thing he saw was his eyes, which were still the sa as his mother's, but now with a bluish glow that stood out. However, what mattered most to Harry was that he was still connected to his mother, which made him incredibly happy.

"We're going to have to camouflage Harry too," Stephen said, observing his brother, happy to see his eyes and hair.

"Wanda!" Stephen called, as Wanda, who had been hiding to avoid being scolded, jumped up in fright and looked at him like a scared rabbit.

"Sigh... Harry's going to have to get used to his excessive magic, so you'll help him practice until we go back to Hogwarts," Stephen said, looking at his sister. He was already used to her craziness, so he let it slide.

Anyway, it's not like he could do anything. After all, it was a prophecy that Harry would beco his brother. By the way, he rembered the old man who made the prophecy and beca annoyed again.

"Do we tell him about the new prophecy?" Natasha asked softly.

"Later. First, we need to see how the first prophecy was affected," Stephen replied. After all, he knew that although he had managed to cast the spell that undid the world's prophecies, it was obvious that a prophecy made by the world itself was impossible to destroy. That's why he was sure that Harry's prophecy had been protected by this other prophecy.

"I still think believing in prophecies is pretty stupid. Rember the Mayan calendar," Tony said, sitting back down after Wanda moved the furniture into place.

"What prophecy?" Harry asked, having heard Tony.

"Yours. The one where a child will defeat the Dark Lord. First of all, if the Dark Lord idiot had ignored the prophecy, he'd still be alive," Tony said with a laugh.

"Well, the magical world here is pretty bizarre, to be honest," Wanda said.

"Well, we better rest. Tomorrow we have a lot to explain to the grandparents," Natasha said as she started heading upstairs.

"Right," Wanda said, touching her head, wondering if she'd be punished for using such dangerous magic.

As everyone was about to obey, Stephen's cell phone started ringing with an alert signal.

This signal was designed for ergencies in the Auror office.

"What happened?" Stephen asked directly as he answered his phone.

"What? How?... Tsk, fine, I'll be there," he said before quickly hanging up.

"What happened?" Tony asked, seeing Stephen so serious.

"Peter Pettigrew escaped from Azkaban and took several Death Eaters with him," Stephen replied, annoyed, while grabbing his cloak, which had transford into a trench coat.

"What!?" Harry exclaid, both surprised and angry. "How?" he imdiately asked.

"An Auror was controlled by the Imperius curse. Stay at ho, I'll investigate," Stephen said quickly. "And Harry, go with Loki to learn Occluncy. Losing control of your emotions isn't good when you have so much magic," he added as things in the room started to float.

He then left quickly, calling Misty to transport him faster.

"Alright, go to sleep. When Stephen cos back, he'll explain what happened," Natasha, who had been on the stairs but stopped upon hearing the problem, said.

Acting as the oldest at that mont, she sent everyone to their rooms. After all, it had been a long day, and for now, they couldn't do anything to help.

anwhile, Stephen quickly arrived at the Ministry thanks to Misty. He walked briskly toward Alia's office. Although Stephen was only an instructor for Aurors and had no obligation to attend the eting, no one would stop him from being present.

After all, even as an instructor, he had contributed many strategies for relocation, protection, and assistance. Sotis he acted as an external consultant, greatly aiding Alia with her work.

"Hello, Instructor," so of the Aurors present greeted, while Alia simply nodded seriously at Stephen.

Stephen stood at the front to listen to what had happened. Then, Alia began speaking:

"Half an hour ago, the captive Peter Pettigrew, who was supposed to receive the Dentor's kiss, escaped. With him, five high-level Death Eaters escaped: Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, Alecto Carrow, and her brother Amycus Carrow," Alia explained, showing images of everyone on a whiteboard.

"The Auror who was controlled to release these Death Eaters was found brutally murdered in a boat on the shores of Azkaban. The pri suspect is none other than Barty Crouch Jr., who, along with other fugitives, participated in the torture of the Longbottoms," Alia continued seriously as the Aurors exchanged surprised and scared glances.

"How do you know he was controlled? Maybe he was a spy working for them for a long ti," one Auror from the back asked.

"Unlikely. This Auror saw his family massacred by Rodolphus Lestrange 15 years ago. According to the marks at the scene, it seed that at so point, he regained control and attacked the fugitives, only to be killed," explained one of the Aurors in charge of investigating the cri scene.

"Sigh... Another escape from the so-called safest prison in the world," Stephen said, shaking his head.

Especially now, with magical technology, security caras had been installed at Azkaban. The Dentors, although they had doubled in number, were fewer in quantity than before. This reminded Stephen of their existence.

"And the Dentors, who are supposed to protect the place?" Stephen quickly asked.

Alia, hearing that, grew even more serious before responding:

"For so reason, the Dentors disappeared from Azkaban an hour ago and haven't reappeared nearby. It's as if they never existed. They're not the only ones. Many dark creatures also disappeared from their monitored locations," Alia explained, frustrated, as if everything had happened at once.

"All the dark creatures under surveillance disappeared?" Stephen asked, surprised.

"We'll leave that for later. Right now, we need to deal with the fugitives," Alia said, prioritizing the capture of the Death Eaters.

"With the Dentors gone, the Aurors will have to take charge of monitoring all points, even aerial ones. In the anti, send out the search posters and notify the Muggle Minister," Alia quickly ordered.

Suddenly, a noise outside the office caught everyone's attention.

Entering with a retinue, Minister Fudge appeared, looking at everyone with pride and arrogance.

"Director Alia, sorry to interrupt the eting, but I have sothing to say," Fudge announced, walking toward Alia's desk.

"Minister, what's going on? We're busy," Alia said quickly, her voice annoyed, but Fudge ignored her tone.

"Then I'll be direct. Do not issue search posters for the convicts," the Minister said seriously, while everyone looked at him surprised.

"What do you an, Minister?" Alia asked, confused.

"With Crouch Sr.'s imprisonnt, if it's also discovered that his son freed highly dangerous prisoners, people will start doubting the Ministry. Therefore, it will be safer if the search for the fugitives is conducted confidentially," the Minister quickly explained, as if he were thinking about the greater good.

But, obviously, he was just protecting his reputation. During his tenure, there had already been quite a few dark events that could tarnish his na.

"He's crazy! If we don't warn the citizens and they find the fugitives by accident, they'll be in grave danger," Alia responded, furious, looking at Fudge in disbelief at how he could propose such a thing.

"It's an order, Director. Rember your position," Fudge said angrily, using the authority of his rank.

Then, under the angry gazes of several Aurors, he walked toward the exit.

"Don't worry, the Ministry will use all its resources to help the Aurors capture the fugitives," he said with an air of self-sufficiency, leaving with his entourage.

All the Aurors remained silent, looking at Alia, who was about to explode.

"Damn useless fat man!" she exclaid, slamming her desk in anger.

"Any ideas, Stephen?" Alia asked, looking to him for a final solution.

Stephen smiled before replying: "You have a lot of faith in ." But seeing everyone looking at him expectantly, he added, "Well, I have an idea."

"Do you rember a few years ago when I suggested restructuring a bounty hunter organization?" Stephen said as he sat in the chair in front of the desk.

"Yes. Although so looked at you like you were crazy. After all, bounty hunters don't follow orders from anyone and only work for money," Alia recalled, thinking back to that eting where Stephen had proposed taking charge of it.

"Well, now there are 27 bounty hunter guilds, thanks to that restructuring," Stephen explained as he pulled out so papers and placed them in front of Alia.

"Guilds?" she asked, confused.

"Yes. With a little money, I sponsored so good leaders to create guilds where firsthand information would be shared and hunting groups would be ford. This encouraged others to create their own guilds. You're welco," Stephen said with a smile.

"And what does that have to do with all this?" Alia asked, still not fully understanding.

"Out of the 27 guilds, 10 are working under the sponsorship of the Flal family, and their instructor is standing right in front of you," Stephen said with a smile. "These guilds are not under the strict control of the Auror Office. We can send the search posters to them, obviously in secret, and they'll be excellent manpower," he explained.

"Sigh... Well, although 10 guilds sound few, any help is necessary," Alia said, accepting the proposal.

"Seems like you're wrong about sothing, Alia. The guilds sponsored by my family will never be small. Each guild has at least 200 affiliated wizards," Stephen explained, surprising all the Aurors. "After all, they are international guilds; many of them co from other countries," he clarified, explaining why there were so many wizards in those guilds.

"There are even more than the Aurors," comnted a veteran Auror.

"Alright. Although I don't like those types, finding six convicts is like looking for a needle in a haystack," another Auror said.

"Especially if they're strong enough, they could catch them themselves," Alia said, reflecting. "Alright, create a bounty poster for these bounty hunters and note that the search is secret."

Thus, the eting ended. Stephen left with a smile, saying goodbye to everyone. As he walked down the hall, he took out his phone and called soone.

"Hello. We have the Ministry's first job. If they do it well, they can keep receiving jobs, and maybe the other ministries will do the sa," Stephen said. After so more words, he hung up.

The creation of the bounty hunter guilds was an idea that Stephen ca up with out of nowhere, partly to prepare in case of war. For so reason, Stephen felt it was sothing inevitable, not just because of Voldemort.

With the advancent of Muggle technology, it was only a matter of ti before a new witch hunt began. Although he didn't want to clash with humans, he knew it was better to be prepared.

After all, wizards, for so reason, were always quite clumsy with national security.

"I'm becoming as paranoid as Tony when he creates armor for every scenario," Stephen thought, letting out a slight smile. In the end, all that preparation was just a "just in case." After all, there was no real suspicion that a war was about to break out.

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