Chapter 178 - Decision and two wives (1)

Asterion walked through the corridors of Hogwarts with a thoughtful expression on his face, Morgan following beside him, holding his hand as she ate a cookie.

The patriarch of House Black analyzed every word Phineas Black said.

"My ancestor was trying to tell me that Dumbledore, or rather Hogwarts, has something that can kill me. That was also the support that this R organization had to deal with me, Rose and Dumbledore." That was the best conclusion Asterion could come to with the little information he had been given.

What was it? What was so dangerous that his ancestor had actually warned him to beware of Dumbledore? What did this decrepit old castle still hide in its bowels? The legacy of the goddess Hecate was shocking enough; was there another hidden secret?

Asterion couldn't help but smile with a touch of animation, he really never expected Hogwarts to have so many dark and deadly secrets still hidden away.

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Entering the Slytherin common room, Asterion's red eyes quickly fell on a girl sitting on the sofa, looking up with distracted and confused eyes.

Ophelia.

Asterion heard from Narcissa the cruel words Bellatrix had spoken to the girl. Such words could break the heart of anyone who longed for motherly love.

He took a seat on the sofa next to her, Morgan on the left and Ophelia on the right. The three of them had similar features and could be mistaken for siblings.

"I heard Bellatrix's words, Ophelia." Asterion commented calmly as a glass of wine appeared in his hand, courtesy of Baskerville.

A bitter laugh escaped the thirteen year old's lips, she turned to look at Asterion and he saw that her eyes were red from crying.

"Is that why you never wanted to introduce me to my mother, cousin?" She asked, her voice slightly hoarse and weary. Bellatrix's words still echoed in his mind, making her look even more despondent and sad.

"Yes." Asterion nodded. "Bellatrix is a mad woman who only cares about herself and me, everything else is completely expendable to her. That's Bellatrix Black, dear cousin."

"Drink, drink, it will relax your tired body." Asterion handed the glass of wine to Ophelia and spoke in a calm tone. He had known this would happen ever since he met the girl. Bellatrix would never care about Ophelia unless she was his daughter and his, which obviously wasn't the case.

Ophelia took the goblet without hesitation and drank the entire contents in one gulp.

"Sweet..." She murmured, the taste still lingering in her mouth.

"Ophelia, I know I can't help you, but if you wish, I can be your brother." Asterion said, stroking the girl's black hair with surprising tenderness.

Ophelia looked at Asterion in surprise and sniffled, feeling the tears threatening to fall at any moment. She practically threw herself into Asterion's arms as she cried and showed no sign of stopping.

"She spoke such cruel words... I... I just felt my heart break as I heard each word. She was so cruel... how can a mother talk to her daughter like that?" She spoke between sniffles and cries as she buried her head in Asterion's chest, searching for some sense of affection.

Asterion gave it to her, stroking her hair and patting her back reassuringly while whispering words of comfort and kindness in her ear.

Morgan looked at it all with confused eyes, it had been a long time since she had felt anything like this. She touched where her own heart should have been and felt nothing. Apart from her master/brother, there was simply no other feeling in her.

She had once cried like that for her dead parents, but after her brother turned her into a cursed spirit, she couldn't feel any feelings anymore. It was only after her master turned her into a prototype god that she began to feel emotions again, but they were all meant for Asterion and no one else.

Emotions... she thought as she ate her delicious strawberry-flavored cookie.

Should I make a blue cookie? She thought again, pushing those thoughts about emotions to the side.

After almost half an hour of crying, Ophelia calmed down and lay helplessly on Asterion's chest, listening intently to his heartbeat.

"You weren't lying to me?" She asked in a fragile, delicate voice, her hands clutching the fabric of his clothes.

"If you accept me." Asterion looked at the girl lying on his chest and replied in a calm tone, still stroking her hair.

Ophelia nodded silently and hugged Asterion even tighter, as if she did not want to part from him, that was what she wanted from her mother, that feeling of comfort and security, someone she could trust almost unconditionally. Unfortunately, it wasn't her mother who had given her that feeling, but Asterion, her cousin.

"Now go to sleep and don't come back until the beautiful and elegant Ophelia Black returns." Asterion said with a small smile on his lips and watched as the girl agreed to his words.

Seeing the girl disappear in the direction of the girls' dormitory, Asterion got up and walked to his room.

Once in his room, Asterion began to do what he had always done since he created Morgan, analyze her and deduce the second stage of God's creation plan.

Morgan undressed and stood naked in front of Asterion. The fifteen-year-old girl was completely indifferent to showing her nakedness to her master.

Sitting in the chair, Asterion activated his second innate technique and looked at Morgan's body. In his eyes, Morgan was an extremely large amount of data, compressed in a disorderly and chaotic way.

But that was Asterion's intention in creating Morgan, only out of chaos could order be created. A concept implemented when he created the Omnipotent Melody, that only the most volatile and transformative of elements could be the vessel of Omnipotence, and what but Chaos could serve so well?

Suddenly, while he was analyzing Morgan, the door opened and Daphne walked in with the same smug, arrogant expression she had had since they first met.

Daphne's eyes didn't change at all when she saw a naked young woman posing in front of her fiancé. She walked over to Asterion and sat on his lap, looking curiously at the naked young woman.

She was practically the female version of Asterion, which was why she wasn't jealous, since Asterion had already told her that Morgan was a Cursed Spirit who was extremely important to his future plan.

What that plan was, she didn't know and didn't ask; if Asterion wanted to know, she would. One thing she had learned from her mother was that privacy, even between couples, was of the utmost importance; it was a proof of trust that both had to give to each other.

If something as basic as trust could not be given by both parties, then the relationship should not have started in the first place.

"Hmm... in the end, energy and information is still the main problem." Daphne heard her fiancé mutter as he rested his cheek on her shoulder.

She felt his hands on her waist as she felt his soft, warm kisses on her neck and nape. Daphne couldn't help but let out a pleasant sigh at the caresses on her skin.

Daphne just let him do whatever he wanted with her body, he was her future husband, it was his right, just as it was her right to do whatever she wanted with his body.

"Have you thought about accepting Rose?" Daphne asked with a hot, sensual sigh, not hiding the raw, naked desire in her eyes.

"I'll accept, but be aware that our lives have been turned upside down because of that crazy white-haired woman, I hope you won't regret it." Asterion spoke, slipping his hand into Daphne's blouse and reaching for her soft globes, which fit perfectly in his hand.

He could feel her shiver at his touch and it brought a smile to Asterion's lips.

"At least it'll be a fun life with Rose acting like Rose." Daphne replied, breathing heavily as she felt tiny impulses running through her body like electric shocks.

"We'll see." Asterion said, claiming his fiancée's lips in an eager kiss.

They both gave in to the kiss, completely ignoring Morgan, who went back to eating cookies while watching everything with a strange look on her face.

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Next Chapter Second Volume: Chapter 179 - Decision and two wives (2), Chapter 180 - The Old King of Camelot (1), Chapter 181 - The Old King of Camelot (2), Chapter 182 - The Old King of Camelot (3), Chapter 183 - Second Trial of the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1), Chapter 184 - Second Trial of the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry (2), Chapter 185 - Second Trial of the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry (3), Chapter 186 - Second Trial of the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry (4), Chapter 187 - Second Test of the International Tournament of Witchcraft and Wizardry (5), Chapter 188 - Asterion & Daphne (R-18), Chapter 189 - Asterion & Daphne, Chapter 190 - How to Train Your Dragon (1), Chapter 191 - How to Train Your Dragon (2), Chapter 192 - How to Train Your Dragon (3).