Courting Destiny

In the dense darkness of the forbidden forest, the figure of the body was face down on the wet ground. It is indistinguishable between his torn garments or skin; merges with moist and cold soil. A crow floated low and perched on his shoulder. The black eyes of the beads moved to watch, and the sharp beak suddenly pecked,

Peck

Peck

Pecking and tearing apart the flesh of the man whose face was frozen in a look of terror.

The crow shot again flying on the overcast sky, making a loud noise as if calling another one. Their hordes swirled like a whirlwind in the air, between the gray skies as if they were in celebration. One of them whizzed flying down the walls of Hogwarts.

Harry's silver eyes saw a crow flashing in front of a window in one of the tall towers. His shadow flashed against the stone wall behind him. He frowned, as if hearing the whisper of a bad omen.

"My King."

The moment he turned his head, the silver eyes had returned to their original green color.

Antonio Dolohov stood in the doorway with an expressionless face. The young man nodded at him, opened the door for them and followed Harry one step behind. Harry stepped down the circular stone steps that led them into the common room. When he looked down, he could see a group of first-year students standing in the middle of the room listening to Professor Prince's lecture.

Silently, Harry sat on one of the sofas in front of the extinguished fireplace. Antonio sat to his left, he grabbed the teapot and poured the contents into Harry's cup. Then, one by one, his colleagues appeared from behind the shadow and sat around him.

Harry muttered softly, "I'm curious when Professor Prince will formally announce about his name change..."

Antonio Dolohov replied, "I don't think so, if we look at the nature of the Professor. I don't think he's a problem with what they all call him. After all, important people know how to call him."

"Important people?"

"The Purebloods, or the first generation of Purebloods and the bigwigs of the Ministry. There is a protocol on each official activity that concerns the hierarchical system of the magic society, but other than that, it seems that the man does not care enough. Moreover, the world of Academia is a little more flexible. If the Hierarchy system is implemented raw at Hogwarts, who knows how much blood feud is because those children accidentally offend each other."

"Hm... interesting..." Harry imagined children like himself and Hermione, who stepped foot for the first time in an unfamiliar wizarding world, and unknowingly violated pureblood protocol and indirectly aroused the blood feud. no wonder there is always a showdown between purebloods and muggleborns... which sometimes muggleborns themselves do not understand where the infighting comes from.

Had the Ministry provided enough foundation for muggleborns before stepping into the wizarding world, perhaps all these infighting could have been prevented. But the Ministry is too concerned about muggleborns' opinion on pureblood protocols, most of which are still thick with paganism; fearing that this would create fears for christians to blend into the magic society. If this happens, then Muggleborns have never learned to control their magic and eventually aroused suspicion for the non-magical society.

However, by choosing to do absolutely nothing, the Ministry of magic has indirectly created a group that will clash with each other. Purebloods feel muggleborns do not respect the customs of the land on which they stand, whereas Muggleborns consider purebloods to be a group of arrogant people who only attach importance to blood and customs without understanding the meaning and importance of it to magic. It will continue to be a vicious circle.

This is the first agenda Harry will have to complete if this war ends. Improving the magic society, so that civil wars like this no longer occur.

Hogwarts' first dinner was over. It was getting late, and many chose to go back to the dormitory to sleep. But, time has not stopped for Slytherin's first-year students. Professor Prince did not dismiss them after giving an annual short lecture. The man handed over the authority to Prefect and left the common room.

The students, who did not reach one meter in height, swarmed up with doubts and worries. Coupled with the gloomy and serious atmosphere of their new dormitory, it is completely different from the atmosphere of their home. After all, they were just children and tonight was the first time they were really away from home.

Those first-year children are not many in number. That's the impact of the wizard war that almost killed half of the wizard population in Britain. All in all, the number of wizard births was reduced by more than half, especially for the Slytherin house that had never gotten muggleborns.

Gordon Punmell, who is now the Prefect of the year, stood in front of them with a serious and gloomy face. Then, suddenly a fireplace lit up with a big fire wafting behind him. There was a sound of gasping and screaming in shock.

"Please be quiet," he said flatly at the boys. Then, he turned around and knelt on one knee. "My King."

Harry sat in the middle of the members of the Knight of Walpurgins. But there is something different about this formation than before, such as the loss of Marcus' existence due to his duties as an Apprentice and also the loss of some members due to the indirect impact of the attack on the stadium. The absent members of the Knights of Walpurgins were the children of the captured Death Eaters. They chose to leave as a form of protest at Harry being chosen to be the next King.

But there are also those who still survive because they have different political views than their parents, such as Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. Or changed after getting to know Harry personally, like Antonio Dolohov. The rest were the newcomers of Harry's chosen ones; Tracey Davis, Blaize Zabini, Dephne Greengrass, Theodore Nott and the quiet twins Hestia and Flora Carrow; slytherin purebloods who used to have no hand in slytherin's political scene because of their neutral views.

Yes, you guys are aware? There were no Draco Malfoy and Pancy Parkinson there. This is not because Harry deliberately ostracized them. However, because of the closed-door negotiations between the pureblood family, that the Malfoy family would not stand under Harry, but side by side with him. He could understand the steps the Malfoy family was taking; they still reckon with the possibility of the return of the dark lord. And when that happens, Harry needs an insider to be his eyes and ears.

Seeing the powerful formation, the first-year children threw themselves down and the bellutut mimicked Gordon Punmell. On the faces of those children, there are not a few of them who can't cover up the expressions of admiration. This shows the shift in pureblood politics due to the propaganda that Harry and his cronies have spread.

Unlike the previous year; no one questioned Harry's power anymore. The whole wizarding world knows. And if any of them questioned the purity of Harry's blood because he looked at who his mother was, then not only his knights would fight back, but the entire wizarding world. He is now a crownless prince to the wizarding world.

Harry smiled at the sight of that. This whole formality is not important to Harry who grew up like a slave. In fact, he thought it was ironic, and wanted to laugh when he got this special treatment. But he knew, all this was Slytherin's way of showing their respect. It was already a typical Slytherin who was cunning, ambitious, determined, self-serving, and who was mainly looking for a leader. Making Slytherin will naturally always look for a leader, or one who can be led.

"Hello," Harry greeted in a carefree tone amidst the gloomy atmosphere. The carefree tone gave the opposite effect and made the atmosphere even more tense. Especially with Akkura creeping by his side. The boys refrained from raising their feet as they watched him flash in front of them.

"Welcome to Slytherin house," he greeted. "A dormitory that will lead you to the ambition you want to achieve." Harry smiled. Antonio Dolohov received Harry's empty cup and poured new tea in it, as if this was just an ordinary banquet, and in front of them did not stand a group of nervous eleven-year-olds.

"I believe that the Perfects and the Head of the Dormitory have already explained the rules in this dormitory well. Not to mention, maybe you have heard a lot of stories from your parents." Harry crossed his legs, and Akkura hissed as the movement interrupted his sleep, he moved around Harry's neck once again. Unaware of the impact of the surrounding terror. Harry continued, "I believe you already have what kind of expectations you have when you enter this dormitory. Perhaps, even some of you were told about Slytherin's ordinances, about the dormitories that only chose those who were pureblood or even the dormitories belonging to the black wizards," Harry grinned, making some of them bearded and even in a cold sweat.

"Maybe that has some truth, after all, until now there has never been a muggleborn selected in this dormitory," but from his tone, anyone knows Harry is not finished. "But, as long as you know, more than anything else, more than the heredity or purity of blood, no one is more important than those with power." At the same time, the air pressure around them slowly decreased. Like reflecting Harry's scorching and suppressive magic, not in a threatening way, but more to emphasize his statement.

"In every wizard there is power, which if you can find and use, will be able to realize everything you dream of or imagine. It's not because of blood or heredity." Harry leaned in. His emerald eyes seemed to flash with magic. "I hope you guys can achieve all that in this dormitory." Then, the heavy magic was egregious along with Harry's expression softening again and his leaning body relaxed. Smiling and a carefree tone, he added one last time, "Slytherin did not tolerate defiance, exclusion or contempt concerning blood or heredity. If you violate that, then you will confront me," his smile in no way diminished the intimidation in his threats.

"Yes, my lord!" the children whispered in a tone full of admiration. The admiration that arises, perhaps, is the result of first feeling the pressure of strong magic, or because of the powerful performance that the wizards of a great family are willing to submit under the prince of magic, or is it because of the doctrine given by the Daily Prophert, or even a combination of all these things. Those children showed 100% obedience and loyalty, as if really standing in front of their king.

After the mob of first-year children left escorted the two Prefects to their respective rooms, the knights of Walpurgins had not yet moved from their place.

"How is the Ministry now?" said Harry, glancing at the title of the front page of the Daily Prophert reporting on the Triwizard Tournament. Since it was announced, the news has spread throughout the wizarding world. Of course it raises pros and cons, mainly because there is a reason why the Triwizard Tournament was once banned from being held. "Why is that decision so sudden?"

Antonio replied, "The Ministry took a political manufer that would have been able to arouse the prestige of the British Ministry of magic after the great turmoil ensued at the Quidditch World Cup. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, decided to reopen the Triwizard Tournament so that the eyes of the whole of Europe would be on the BRITISH and see the greatness of the British Ministry of Magic. We all know how much influence the school of magic has on the politics of the wizarding world. In my opinion, he indirectly wants to remind the wizarding world that Hogwarts as the oldest magic school in Europe is in the UK."

"With the Triwizard Tournament?"

"It's actually not a new agenda. Over the course of a hundred years, there have been several attempts by pureblood factions to re-establish this tournament. But it continued to be rejected by the Ministry. Perhaps at this time the Ministry began to desperately look for ways to revive prestige and temper public anger. With Turmanen friendship, it's expected to be able to make all of that happen."

"I wouldn't comment if this didn't involve the young wizards. Is the Ministry stupid enough to blow the lives of the best students from each school? I didn't finish thinking. Isn't Dumbledore trying to prevent him from being the head of Wizengamot?"

"I thought... Dumbledore had no authority for it. It may have the power to suppress the decision of the Ministry of Magic, but to stop it is almost impossible. one of Carrow's twins.

Harry sighed. It seems that they need to follow the flow this time. There is nothing he can do to the kind of future that cannot be rejected.

The meeting did not last long as the night was getting late. One by one the members of the Knight of Walpurgins gave him a medieval knight-like honorific greeting by ducking in front of him and kissing over his finger. Harry just kept quietly holding back the feeling of not being easy. As he stayed alone, suddenly a man appeared from behind the shadow and touched Harry's shoulder.

Harry jumped up and Akkura hissed, but his magic didn't shoot dangerously after the two magics touched each other. Marcus's hands were cupped on his cheeks, while he stood behind her protectively.

"Marcus."

Harry's hands were clasped, and slowly the man walked in twists and knelts in front of him, making their heads aligned. Unlike the others, Marcus pecked the lord's ring in Harry's hand, touching his lips on his cold metal. A mocking smile appeared on his face. Taking off the typical student uniform, now he wears a formal suit in the form of a black shirt and span. The dark blue cloak fell around his shoulders, until it touched the floor like a curtain showing power. He looked serious and formal with that appearance. His flat expression did not change when he saw Harry, but his eyes softened.

"You look formal."

"I'm here right away as soon as the dinner is over."

"You've been here ever since."

"Yes. You seem to be in power, even without a cloak or crown."

Harry rolled his eyeballs, "Since when do I need all that to look powerful?"

Marcus grinned, "As I recall, the old Harry Potter was not this scary."

"Whose fault? You forced me to learn all those boring manners. How was your first day as an Apprentice?" Harry's eyes followed the pace of Marcus bewitching the new couch in front of Harry and sitting there.

"Apart from having to make modules and syllabuses, the rest is nothing special. I will take over all the Rune classes of First Year students."

"Are you going to live in the dormitory tonight?"

Marcus laughed, "I don't have a room here anymore. Do you want to see my new room?"

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Of course it is against the rules. But who in Slytherin house would dare to reprimand Harry. Even Prefect turned his face when he saw him infiltrating out following Marcus. They ended up in a deserted corridor near the astronomical tower, close also to the room of the Professor of runes, Bathsheda Babbling. Marcus opened his door and let Harry in. The room is more worthy of being called an apartment than a room. This is more luxurious than Harry thought, and he has already walked into Professor Prince's room once.

The room had a fireplace that was already lit when they entered. In front of him was a sofa under which was laid out a Turkish carpet. There was another door leading to the bedroom and a staircase leading to the second floor corridor whose walls were filled with Books and Marcus' collectibles. At the end was a tall window that could be opened and in front of that window, a workbench stood up.

Harry moved to open the bedroom. The room had a private bathroom. Bookshelves again and workbenches. There was a small fireplace in front of his big bed. On its stone walls lay the symbol of the Flint family.

"Wow... Dumbledore is pretty good to you..."

Marcus snorted. "When I first entered the room was not this spacious."

"The room is expanding?"

"Hm..." Marcus nodded, "It may not be a thumbs up if Hogwarts is soulful. He can play favorites." It's pretty clear Hogwarts has a sense of humor, it sometimes makes the students go around in circles by moving its stairs in the wrong direction.

Unknowingly or a certain makhsud, Harry put his hands on his cold walls. A smile appeared on his face as his magic pulled quietly, like a brat pulling the tip of his friend's braid. Suddenly there was a pull back on his magic, there was a bubbling vibration channeled into his stomach, as if sending out a picture of Hogwarts laughing.

Harry laughed. It has been felt for a long time since the last time he interacted with Hogwarts. Not even the Principal got that privilege. The man only had the restrictions of full control of the castle, but did not introduce with it. It seems that Marcus is among his favorite children, as is Harry.

"Have you finished greeting each other?"

"yes..."

Marcus pulled Harry to sit down in front of the living room fireplace. Suddenly, Dobby came over carrying a plate of Biscuits and English tea.

"Trims, Dobby."

The house elf collapsed the body, before finally obliterating himself. It may not really disappear, but it hides behind the shadows, waiting to be told to.

Marcus flicked his hands and Harry's goose bumps instantly stood up as he felt the intensity of the magic. His eyes were drawn to the rune symbols carved on some parts of his stone walls. Rune models that capture eavesdroppers, animagus to dangerous magics. Harry raised an eyebrow. It seems that he was brought here not just to have a look?

Perceiving Harry's gaze, Marcus smiled crookedly. He stood towards the counter to get an envelope. "I got a letter from dad," he wasn't the kind of pedantic person, so Marcus got straight to the point of the matter. "The wizarding families that became a faction with the Flint Family manufered the pressure on Dolores Umbridge. We are fortunate that the woman vigorously filed for the waswolf's removal from the witch category, so that we have reason enough to oppose it. With the number of seats of the House of Potter and Peverell combined, we can suppress that woman hard enough."

"Hoo...." Harry whispered in a tone of interest.

"We just have to wait for the right time to knock him out of the seat of the Secretary of the Minister of Magic."

"Rita found something?"

"Not just something... do you know? not only was the woman involved in the murder with Avanda Kadavra, but also the imperius curse—"

"You don't need to tell me in detail," Harry muttered. I already know it anyway. Marcus cast a sharp look, as if he could read Harry's mind. But Harry ignored him and asked instead, "So... when did Lord Gideon plan attack?"

"What is clear is that after the Triwizard Tournament is over. The tournament captured all the public's attention. We need a big impact when we drop this case to the magic council. If it doesn't have enough impact, I'm afraid it's a protest from DMS."

Harry nodded. "There is no desire from DMS to give punishment in their way to Dolores?"

"Not for the time being. But I'm sure they'll do something. There are many ways they can do it if Dolores is already in Azkaban.

Harry nodded, "There's no way they don't want to get involved, because the punishment from the Ministry doesn't cover all the crimes Dolores has ever committed on magical creatures. No insider of the Ministry knows his deeds on the abduction of veela children."

"Not only that, in his letter, dad also mentioned Sirius Black." After a while, Marcus commented, "Not only that, in his letter, dad also mentioned Sirius Black."

Harry's hand that took the tea paused for a moment in the air. When seeing that there was no response from Harry, Marcus continued, "Sirius Black also put forward his intention to join the faction. If I may conclude it, the man showed his desire to be close to you as the son of his best friend. In fact, if he had to go into politics and join the pureblood faction he hated."

Harry raised an eyebrow, a little surprised Marcus because he seemed unconcerned, "And Lord Gideon's decision?"

"Dad accepts it."

"Lord Gideon is quite confident. He didn't worry about the possibility that Sirius Black was a spy sent by Dumbledore."

"It doesn't matter. There is a phrase that states; keep your friends close and your enemies closer. But who knows that man really purely wants to repair his relationship with you. Who knows if we can pull him into our camp."

Harry played with his teaspoon, his lips squeezed a small smile, "If I were Lord Gideon, I would be careful when playing games with him. After all, who knows the impulsive mind of a Sirius Black. He is not an easy man. It's like a bet when you want to compare how important my relationship with him is and his loyalty to Dumbledore. It's as exciting as brainwashing."

Marcus was pensive for a moment, "I will pass on your opinion to my father. But, even if it's a dangerous maneuver, I think it's quite relevant. We can make it a bridge to know the plan of the Order of the Phoenix."

"The origin of lord Gideon remembers that Sirius Black is a double-edged sword. Just be careful."

The next three days passed without any significant incident, except for Neville who melted his sixth cauldron in potions lessons. It can be said that the real incident was the anger of Professor Prince who seemed to want revenge during the summer vacation of not meeting Neville and giving him detention to the point of making the boy almost faint because he was told to take out the entrails of a barrel full of horned toads.

The fourth-year students of Slytherin and Gryffindor were already eagerly waiting for Moody's first lesson, so they arrived early for lunch and were already crowded in front of his class before the bell even rang. The only one who hasn't appeared yet is Hermione, who arrived just before the lesson started.

Barty jr in moody's disguise took out the attendance list, shook her long gray hair so as not to cover her face, and began to squeeze. His normal eyes moved steadily following the names on the list, while his occult eyes rolled, staring intently at every child who answered.

"Alright," he said, when the last child had already declared himself present. "I have already received a letter from Professor Lupin about this class. It seems that you already have an overarching basis for dealing with Black creatures—you've learned Boggart, Red Cap, Hinkypunk, Grindylow, Kappa, and werewolves, right?"

The children murmured in agreement.

"But you guys missed—very much behind—in the handling of the curse," the man said. "So I'm here to open your horizons on what one wizard can do to another."

"So... straight to the point. Curse. There are various forms and powers of curses. Well, according to the Ministry of Magic, I was only asked to teach you counter the curse, I must not show you, what the illegal Dark Arts curse looks like before you are in the sixth grade. You are considered not old enough to deal with it. But Professor Dumbledore gave a higher score of your nerve resistance. He guessed you'd be able to, and in my opinion, the sooner you know what you're dealing with, the better. How could you be asked to defend yourself from something you have never seen? The witch who will do an illegal curse on you will not tell you what she is going to do. He wouldn't ask for leave just yet politely to do it. You guys should always be ready. You must be on guard and vigilant. You have to get rid of that, Miss Brown, when I'm talking."

Lavender jumped up and her face flushed red. He just showed his horoscope to Parvati under the table. Apparently his supernatural eyes could see through the wood, not just through the back of his head.

"So... do any of you know what curse is subject to the most severe punishment under the magic law?"

"Er," Ron said hesitantly, "my father once told me... It's called the Imperius Curse, or something like that?"

"Ah, yes," Barty jr said happily. "Your father must know that one curse. The Imperius Curse once made the Ministry foggy."

Barty jr stood with difficulty on her unbalanced legs, opened her desk drawer, and took out a glass tube. Three black big spider tails ran around in it. Harry felt Ron retreat a little next to him. Ron hated spiders. Barty jr put a hand in the tube, caught a spider and held it over his palm, so that all could see it. Then he brandished his wand at the spider and muttered, "Imperio!"

The spider jumped out of Barty jr's hand on a delicate silk thread and began to swing back and forth, like a trapeze player. He stretched out his legs stiffly, then plunged in while twisting the body back, broke the thread and landed on the table, then turned around the table. Barty jr jerked his wand, and the spider stood on both hind legs and began to move with a tap dance movement.

All laughed—except Barty.

"You guys think it's funny, huh?" he growled. "You guys want to, if I do it to you?"

Laughter stopped immediately. "Total control," Barty jr said quietly as the spider rolled itself up and started rolling over. "I can make him jump out of the window, drown himself, throw himself into your throat..."

Ron shuddered.

"Many years ago, there were many wizards controlled by the Imperius Curse."

Harry understood Barty jr was talking about the days when Voldemort was in power. Also what happened to himself in the power of his father.

"The ministry is very troublesome, trying to sort out who is forced to do, and who is doing it of its own accord. The Imperius curse can be resisted, and I will teach you how, but a strong character is needed, and not everyone has it. It's better to avoid it if you can. BE ALERT AT ALL TIMES!" he shouted, and all the children jumped.

Barty jr picked up the spider that was somersaulting and threw it back into the tube. "Anyone know again? Another forbidden curse?"

Hermione's hand was scrambled into the air again, and Harry was astonished as hell when Neville's hand was too. The only lesson in which Neville usually gives information willingly is Herbology, the lesson he likes most. Neville himself looked astonished by his courage.

"Yes?" asked Barty jr, her supernatural eyes rolling looking at Neville.

"There is—the Curse of Cruciatus," Neville said quietly, but clearly.

Barty jr gave Neville a fierce look, this time with both eyes. "Your name is Longbottom?" he asked, his supernatural eyes looking down to check the attendance list. Neville nodded nervously, but the man didn't ask anything more. While looking at the whole classroom, his hand went into the tube to pick up the next spider and put it on the table. The spider just said nothing, seemingly so scared that it couldn't move.

"The Curse of Cruciatus," Barty said. "You have to be a little bigger to be able to better understand it," he said, brandishing his wand to the spider. "Engorgio!"

The spider bubbled up. Now he is bigger than the tarantula. Without any more hesitation, Ron pushed his chair back, as far away from the giant spider as possible. Barty raised her hand again, gave it to the spider, and muttered, "Crucio!"

All the legs of the spider were directly bent attached to his body. He rolled over and began to fall horribly, shaking left and right. No sound came out, but Harry was sure that if the spider could make a sound, he must have screamed.

Barty didn't put away her wand, and the spider began to tremble and flounder wildly...

"Stop it!" exclaimed Hermione loudly.

Harry turned to look at him. Hermione didn't stare at the spider but Neville, and Harry, following the direction of his gaze, saw Neville's hand gripping the table in front of him, his knuckles were white, his eyes widened in horror.

Harry murmured, "Portego Horribilis," silver magic enveloped the spider and cut off the forbidden curse. Portego Horribilis is the most powerful variation to protect against anything but the Killing Curse.

Barty raised her wand, finishing her monstrous spell.

Harry said, "Reducio," and the spider shrank to its original size.

Barty looked at Harry who returned his gaze with a flat look.

Harry said, "Pain... that's what the three forbidden curses get. You don't need a screwdriver or a knife to torture people. But does anyone know the original purpose of creating the forbidden curse?"

Barty raised an eyebrow, her expression seemed to be attracted. "From the way you speak, you seem to disagree with the Ministry's opinion on what is being taught about the purpose of this curse?"

"There is a reason, sir, why this curse was only called the forbidden curse in 1717. I'm not surprised if no one knows it, because this information has been deleted from the public record a long time ago."

Seeing that everyone looked confused, he added, "The same wizard has created what is now called an unforgivable curse, he is a Magizoologist, with a penchant for taking away persecuted magical animals. His rehabilitation sometimes uses the imperius curse to guide the magic animals to understand that not all humans are the same, nine out of ten of his efforts are successful. Some magical animals he could not save, so he created a spell that could end their lives painlessly.

"But it cannot be confused with the curse of Cruciatus...." a whisper came from a quivering voice, and Harry didn't need to turn his head to know he was Neville Longbottom.

"It's a shame it can be," Harry said. "His wife was hit by a curse explosion in her back, which caused her nerves to suffer a lot of damage. He created a spell to help his wife's nerves return to work without knowing that the pain that his wife was in very much in when exposed to this new spell. He vowed not to use the spell anymore. However, his wife swears his legs throbbed a few hours after that and he could feel his legs again even if only temporarily. She refused to give up and told her husband to re-do Cruciatus to her.

According to the journal, it was the heaviest thing the man had ever done, but he did it anyway. A year later, his wife again walked, it is worth emphasizing, this was before the invention of modern herbs. In fact, the unforgivable curse used to be worn by St. Mungo's for generations, before the war occurred and the Ministry of Magic declared this spell to be a forbidden curse."

The room was so quiet as everyone seemed to be entering a trance period because of listening to Harry's voice.

"Unfortunately not all spells are used with the same purpose as the beginning of their creation. All spells have the capacity to be used in the wrong way, even white magic spells such as the tickling spell Rictusempra or the Shielding spell... and more..."

After a long silence, Barty said, "Interesting. If I may know, where can you find the journal?"

Harry smiled, "Luckily, the journal is still safely stored in the Peverell family Vault."

As soon as he heard Peverell's name mentioned, there was a slight commotion among the children. Probably everyone already knows who Harry is and where his ancestors came from. But it wasn't until this time that Peverell's name came out of his mouth. They thought, well, of course it wasn't surprising when Harry Potter was. No one can imagine how rich he is with the money and all the knowledge stored in his family Vault.

Ignoring, or unaware of the commotion that ensued, Harry added with a smile, "Unfortunately, it can't be used as an answer to the exam. So we still have to listen to Professor Moody's class."

The man laughed loudly to the point of laughter. Made the tense atmosphere of their first black magic class of the year warm and relaxed again. Neville didn't seem to be shaking anymore. In fact, he now seems to be thinking about Harry's words seriously, if it is makhsud from his expression.

Barty returned to calm. And the bead of madness in his eyes subsided. "Don't you have any desire to publish an article on that matter?"

"Oh?"

"You have a lot of data that all wizards in this era are blind to him. Isn't it an obligation for wizards to unravel the mysteries of magic. It doesn't have to be about the forbidden curse, but it can be anything."

Harry realized it wasn't a suggestion from Professor Moody, it wasn't his style. Now the one who spoke in front of him was Barty jr, and he could feel the gentle and different look in his eyes from the old man who was a war veteran.

"Sure, sir. I'll consider it. It seems like it's something good to do," Harry replied.

Their class ended without Neville being traumatized. This can be said to be a success. As the children began to leave the room, there was a slight congestion at the door. Intrigued, Harry looked out and found Luna sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road.

"Luna?" Hermione pulled the girl aside, "What are you doing here."

"I'd like to hear Harry's talk," he replied with a shrill eye. "The lecture is really interesting..."

"Did you skip class?" said Draco.

"Hm.... hm..."

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Luna, are you looking for me?"

The girl nodded her nod.

"Have you anything to talk about?"

"yes..."

"Not here?"

"He-em..."

"All right." To another, he said, "You go to the great hall first. I'll talk to Luna."

The others looked at her with weird expressions, even Hermione shook her head. They didn't understand, why should Harry be treating Luna whose words and actions could never be taken seriously?

But Harry knew more than that. The girl can be said to be just like herself, she also sees what others can't see in her own way. And even though his talk is enigmatic and convoluted, it always means as long as you know where to look.

Harry took the girl to an empty classroom.

"Alright, what's the matter, Luna?" he said patiently.

Suddenly the girl sat on the floor. His pale blue eyes looked at her huddled, "I want to give you an oath, My King..."

"I swear? Wasn't Lovegood already a Peverell vassal from the beginning?"

"Yes. As a vassal, but we are not bound in the oath and the bond of the soul, I also want to be the first in giving the oath...." the girl pulled her head over, "Flint and Prince can't be counted so the first, after all one is soon to be your consort and the other is the adoptive father."

"What the hell—"

"I, Luna Elizabeth Lovegood declared herself to be a Vassal of Hardian James Peverell, so mote to be!"

Such a powerful magic suddenly roared around them. Resurrected by the ancient covenant. The shadows around them darkened, and the magic evoked something in Harry. Harry caught Luna's hand. His green eyes were now pitch black like a melt of ink.

Harry's voice was distorted, like coming from another realm, "You're sure you're tying yourself to death, Luna Elizabeth Lovegood?"

"sure... My Lord" Luna trembled.

"You're sure you tied your destiny to me?"

"My destiny has always been tied to you, My Lord."

"Are you sure you are willing to accept the task of your ancestors?"

"With all my weakness, My Lord."

"Then you'll be a balance. With your eyes, you will see which side is one-sided and your task is to balance it. So mote to be!"

"So mote to be!" Luna whispered as she closed her eyes. At the same time the interweaving of the web of destiny wafted like white strings convoluted between them.

Harry fell in front of the girl, still holding his hand. Luna slowly pulled Harry's head into her lap. The girl's blue eyes darted over something far away; on what his ancestors had seen, so did his son descend later in life.

"This way I and my descendants can protect you, Harry Potter." He could feel the sound of the heartbeat of the universe, bringing them closer and closer at the destined moment. In that violent and devastating future, even if Harry Potter can no longer afford to shed tears, Luna will take his place.