Ep. 30

Let me tell you what happened with Crouch Jr. in the end: Dumbles immediately used a spell to make a duplicate of his complete memory, just to be sure, and placed it in a secured box. After that, he got some Veritaserum from his personal potions stash, then started an interrogation. He also called Amelia Bones and an Auror squad. Somehow or another aka a mole, Umbitch got wind of a Death Eater infiltrating Hogwarts and sent a Dementor to get rid of the evidence. Obviously, the vile creature triggered my wards and was destroyed with extreme prejudice.

I contacted Skeeter and gave her a few scoops, so the next day all of Britain knew that I defeated yet another Death Eater that had somehow eluded death in Azkaban and Dumbles' eyes. Not only that, I also sent a few fabricated pictures of how I valiantly saved Moody and a resumé of how I uncovered the 'Triwizard Scheme', which is how the public dubbed it. Oh, I also sent her the info that 'someone' had sent a Dementor to get rid of the only evidence we had and the lead towards the whole instigator of this incident. She subtly hinted that only the high spheres of the Ministry could do something like that.

I feel comfortable with having her write all these articles because her death wouldn't affect me too much, as I only consider her a useful tool or a puppy, plus I could always revive her. In addition, I recently gave her a protective bracelet with an 'Extra Life' enchantment, like the coin from Ready Player One. Just that this worked until all jewels on the bracelet broke and there are hundreds of those buggers.

Well, to put it briefly, let's just say that the Professors had a tough evening. However, the good news is that Dumbledore already tasked me with taking care of the last game, so the tournament should continue as if nothing happened. Moody was also quickly sent to St Mungo's and I sent him a couple of potions I made with Subjective Reality. They will completely heal him of any damage done in the last year and will also restore his health condition. He will soon come back to actually teach us DADA, but Snape will fill in for the position, much to his happiness. He doesn't show it though, that Tsundere.

Like that, time soon passed. Fleur and Gabrielle had actually taken some lessons on Veela Charm from me and could roughly keep their passive aura in check. A pretty nice achievement, considering they were basically a lighthouse in the night: now they are just a handheld torch in the night. Ugh, what a shitty comparison, but the idea is that their control isn't perfect but decent enough. Well, it might be my training maniac side talking here, because the progress they made is rather baffling for any other wizard.

I was a little worried that I would get some kind of annoying shit because I don't have a wand, so I ended up making a Ollivanders Wand Making Techniques Manual, which I mastered within an hour, and make myself a wand. I will use a base of Transcended Hydra Scales, a God of Magic core, 12 inches and a half, absolutely stiff. I also added a bit of Tony Stark's inventive spirit and actually made the wand out of nanomachines, each with its own little core. They can either form a nice, sleek black ring with blood red initials or my wand. The thing itself was a straight, black stick with a simple grip. It had a sort of red reptilian eye on the handle, as well as red veins inside the wand itself that glowed intermittently. I tried it out with a few simple spells and, I must say, the thing is crazy useful. If before I could level a big mountain with a mid-level spell, I can now easily level one with a strengthened low-level spell. While the two might not seem too different, the actual difference is like day and night. No, maybe it was supposed to be night and day...

Today is November 13th, the Wand Weighing day. I met Rita Skeeter this morning and she was allowed to actually follow me through the day to document a champion's day. I did nothing out of the ordinary, except an occasional head pat because she is a good puppy. Wizard-kind as a whole would be quite surprised to see Rita acting like this, since she's usually a news predator. Well, not my problem.

I entered the same room as the day the champions were chosen and found a seat for Fleur and a photographer. Rita, who was following me around, went to talk with the photographer while I played around with my new wand. Like, it's actually very comfortable to hold and will probably be my go-to for now, though I always keep Gae Bolg and the cane-sword inside my extendable pouch.

Soon enough, the other contestants arrived, so we were told to prepare for the wand weighing. Ollivanders came purposefully for the process and started fanboying over Fleur's wand. He recorded a few things for formalities' sake, then came my turn. When I handed him the wand, he seemed to have an orgasm. It was absolutely disgusting and creepy and it scarred me for life. Ugh…

"Should we directly send him to St Mungo's mental ward or do we have to stare at an old man doing questionable things to my wand?" That seemed to snap him back to reality.

"Oh, uh… What is this wand made of?"

"No idea. It was left by my father for me. I actually used it for my first time in seventeen years only a few days ago."

"And how do you usually cast spells?"

"Wandlessly?" I asked as if it were only obvious. Well, Ollivanders seemed to understand who he was dealing with.

He took some measurements then asked me to just shake it. So I did, without any intent, any image, absolutely nothing. The result was that all the trophies in the room turned into armored figures and knelt before me. I then turned them back

"Well, that's cool. The wand seems to work, can we go now?"

Rita then fucked up. "Master! Wait, just a photograph!" Everyone in the room looked intermittently at her then at me.

"Well, fine. Think we can win another award with a photo?"

"Most certainly! I will make sure that the entire Magical Britain recognizes your greatness!"

"Am I the only one who's confused, or…" said Fleur

"Oh, Rita is like a puppy, so don't pay any attention to her 'quirks'. She's my personal news reporter."

And so, the 24th of November finally arrived: the first task. I didn't bother with preparing Harry or anything like that since he is in a much better position than canon since he's mainly friends with Daphne Greengrass and Hermione, two extremely competent young witches. I did tell Fleur that the task would regard Dragons, so she's also fully ready. Well, I am sure that Madame Maxime would have told her herself. Actually, didn't Hagrid bring her to see the Dragons? I didn't care enough to check.

Anyway, I was wearing my fabulous suit and hat and was waiting inside the champions' tent. Hermione and Daphne came to check on Harry and a group hug ensued. I whistled and teased them a bit: "You know, Harry is the heir to a Noble house and polygamy isn't exactly forbidden, so you two better get to an agreement between yourselves and bag the boy, otherwise Ginny Weasley will steal him!" I could see a cold glint in their eyes for a second, then they silently reached an agreement and nodded. Women are scary, in particular if they have magic at their disposal. I ignored Krum's sad expression. It's just a crush and he can get a supermodel or something because of his Quidditch talent.

Dumbledore soon came in with Crouch and started explaining the first task. When it was time for us to pick our Dragons, I got the Hungarian Horntail since I could feel the spikes with my hand. Fleur got the Common Welsh Green, Harry the Chinese Fireball, and Krum got the Swedish Short-Snout.

Krum was the first to go and easily completed the task. However, the fun part was when the Dragon cooked all of its eggs with a stray breath attack. What a shame. After him came Fleur. I warned her about stray flames that come out of sleeping Dragons. She got a perfect execution and managed to narrowly escape the flame. What a good girl, she listened to me. After her went Harry and… It was a disaster. Well, he did get the egg but he was also injured, his broom got incinerated, and a good part of the real eggs were destroyed. Poor Harry.

In the end came my turn. Now, how should I go about it? I got an idea and flashed my signature sadistic fanged smile. Dumbledore noticed my smirk while entering the arena and got a little scared.

I looked around the arena and saw the Dragon off to the side, opposite to the golden egg. I used my shapeshifting ability to change into a True Dragon, ten times larger than the Hungarian Horntail. The entire audience took a deep breath and I am sure that some shit their pants.

"W-what was that?! Ladies and gentlemen, are my eyes playing tricks on me?! Contestant Maleficarum transformed into a massive dragon! How exceptional!" Oh, right, there was Ludo Bagman dealing with commenting and making the tasks interesting. I should place some bets, though my payout should be negligible…

I lazily looked at the Dragon in front of me. "You little lizard… Your weakness disgusts me. You can't even recognize an egg that isn't yours… I should just kill you, but since you have other eggs to take care of, I will spare you." My voice was much deeper and more authoritative in this form, so it sent a chill down everyone's spine. To them, it looked like I was just talking about all of them. After all, humans are really weak. I turned around and took the golden egg between my claws, then returned to my normal form. I adjusted my hat and exited the arena, egg in hand. There was thunderous applause/screeching from the audience.

Soon after my turn, we (meaning the four champions) were called back into the arena, so that we could be given our results. Krum got a 5 and a 6 from Madame Maxime and Dumbles respectively, along with a 10 from Karkaroff. Fleur dear got a 10 and a 9 from Maxime and Dumbles, while Karkaroff gave her a 5. Harry got two 6's and a 4. Guess who gave which grade? Then came my turn. I must have impressed the shit out of them, since I got two 10's and an 8. Ah, how good it is to scare people into submission. I saw the Weasley twins rejoice, so I guess that I netted them quite the profit, probably from our foreign friends. Well, the first task wasn't bad, pity that killing the Dragon would have looked bad...