33 A King's Absolute Decree.

Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus.

That was the motto of Hogwarts, and now, the students of this school would understand its true meaning.

An imminent sense of crisis fell over Professor McGonagall and Snape. Both wizards, had experience in battles, and had already witnessed life and death.

The environment of a battle is chaotic and intense, the blood boils, and sometimes even the most cowardly find the determination to fight.

But there is a different situation. Where even the bravest want nothing more than to run.

What is fear?

Have you ever felt true despair?

Wizards depend on their magic to fight, their magic is like their base of confidence, where they can hold on and face challenges.

What if a wizard felt that his magic didn't want to respond to his will?

What if a wizard felt his magic was submissive?

That your magic, your source of trust, seemed to fade away, shrinking in awe, and fear.

At that moment, all wizards, all over Hogwarts, felt what it was like.

The youngest felt their legs tremble, in addition to fear, there was a desire to kneel, as if they were in the presence of their King.

The students and teachers who were in the castle had no idea where that feeling came from.

But those on the Quidditch pitch knew it, they could see it. Who was the 'King'.

All the eyes of the Gryffindor and Slytherin team were on Adam now, there was dread in their eyes.

What did these young people know about fear? Nothing.

McGonagall looked wide-eyed at Adam, unable to believe that so much power emanated from a twelve-year-old. And why did she feel your magic react to him?

It was scary.

Snape was looking at Adam with a strange look.

He was a former death eater. He had already been close to the dark lord on several occasions.

Not only that, but he remembered that when the Dark Lord was angered, his mere presence was enough to bring fear and submission to the Death Eaters.

He could feel the same fear coming from a twelve-year-old boy, how ridiculous was that?.

But there was the point that even the Dark Lord couldn't cause it, which was this phenomenon in magic, no, even Dumbledore couldn't do something like that.

Adam kept his memories and memories in different levels of his mind. Simple things stayed at the first levels, he could check any of these thoughts at any time.

The more important a memory was, the deeper it was stored.

When Adam was in people's minds, sitting on the bench in the park, he felt every single one of the feelings they had.

He felt these feelings and absorbed them, making them bring more intensity to his own feelings.

To keep his magic under control at all times, Adam kept his feelings to himself.

His will to power was the feeling he usually used to use his spells. A feeling, strong, intense, and most of the time safe.

Last year, Isabella had made a comment, which had brought him back to some of the deepest memories he had.

The memories of his parents, relatives, which he lost.

At the time, the feeling he found along with these memories was sadness, loneliness.

Then he cried.

The world cried.

This time, the words Malfoy said, made him visit those memories, of his parents. How he had lost them, who had killed them.

Adam had lost the rationality he always had in his eyes.

His eyes, at that moment, were no longer blue, but black. Like a black hole, it wanted to consume everything.

Again, he visited those memories…

But this time, there was no sadness and loneliness.

There wouldn't even be tears, no.

This time, there would be blood.

Adam didn't say anything, he was practically oblivious to what was going on around him, what he was causing.

His hand tightened on his wand.

The ground shook, it seemed to want to split.

All those present trembled.

Adam had his eyes on Malfoy, who was shaking on the floor with fear, his legs had gone limp, and he had fallen, his pants were wet, he had urinated on himself.

There were many ways to kill someone.

If Adam had been thinking correctly, he would have killed Malfoy in one move.

But he wasn't, he had lost his rationality and was held hostage by his feelings.

The world had accepted his feelings, and responded to his will.

Adam raised his wand to the sky, his magic swirling in response, blending with the world.

The winds blew, and the clouds swirled, the rumble of thunder reverberated in the heavens.

The world darkened, the harbinger of death had arrived.

At that moment, everyone at Hogwarts was on the floor.

Those on the Quidditch pitch were on their knees. They managed to get away from Malfoy a bit, where the pressure was greatest.

They looked at Adam in awe.

But they were grateful for not being the target of that attack. Though, they weren't sure they'd survive being a few feet away.

''You and your father are going to die,'' Adam said, his voice cold. ''And trust me, that's not a threat, no. It's a verdict''

That was the King's verdict, and the condemned will know death.

With the sentence given, it was time for the execution.

Adam made the downward motion with his wand. A shower of black lightning answered his call.

It was as if the end of the world had arrived.

In a moment, those bolts were already over the Quidditch pitch. Everything would be destroyed.

It was at that moment, that a Fenix scream erupted. Bringing forth flaming red flames.

In the center of the sea of flames. An old man and a Phoenix became the barrier that protected everyone.

When the two forces collided, it brought about a gigantic explosion.

Dust covered the ground as the wind from the impact passed. The trees of the black forest swayed, and the water of the black lake rippled.

At the black lake, the merpeople were coming to the surface.

At the edge of the black forest, the centaurs had gathered to watch the scene unfold.

One of them was looking at the sky, but not at where the explosion had taken place. Also, beyond the world, where the stars were.

No one knew what he was seeing.

When the dust cleared and the surroundings could be seen, the students who were still awake gulped.

There were craters in several places around the castle.

The radiant Phoenix now lay on the ground, nothing but a heap of ashes, awaiting rebirth.

And the old man, the one known as the greatest wizard of his time. He was on the ground, standing.

Gripping the wand tightly, blood trickling down his arm. A startled expression on his face.

His always-intact robe was now torn, and it showed burned areas of his skin.

The cause of it all was pale, and had a disappointed smile on his face, as he looked at Malfoy, who was passed out but alive, right behind Dumbledore.

His black eyes had turned back to deep blue, and blood was trickling from his nose.

There was no magic inside his body, and he had no strength left.

His body swayed, and he finally fell.

His body descending slowly, until he landed on the ground, as if the wind was lovingly laying him to rest.