107 107 Pillaging Hogwarts and meeting a firebird

Harry Potter sits before me on a chair, wearing the sorting hat, which just sorted Harry into Gryffindor House.

Behind him, most professors are standing, pointing their wands out towards me. While McGonagall stands beside me, with her wand almost pressed to my cheek.

"Who are you? How did you get here?" McGonagall asks as I ignore her.

'Really Rob? You couldn't have dropped me off in the Forbidden Forest?'

I look around, carefully, and notice the only one with a clean shot is McGonagall. The others can't fire a spell without risking hitting the children behind me.

Before one of them decides to risk it, I spread my aura through the hall in a very thick layer, ensuring no one can move an inch. To them it feels like they're trapped in an incredibly viscous liquid, like quicksand.

Having neutralized every threat in the room, I take a good look at the young boy sitting before me.

I brush the hair off his forehead, revealing his scar.

As my hand brushes across his forehead, some of Harry's more powerful memories enter my mind.

The abuse, both verbally and physical, the frequent bouts of starvation, and the general sadness of never having any friends.

'I don't care what the reason is, there's no excuse to leave a child in a situation like this.'

I then take a closer look at the scar and notice a darkness that has no business being anywhere near a kid.

'It really is a dark, ugly parasite. I really shouldn't mess around with other souls given how I can't even fix my own yet, but this 'Horcrux' I can definitely extract using Shinigami methods.'

I unsheathe my Zanpakuto but notice Harry is terrified.

"Calm down boy, I'm not going to hurt you." I say, before I raise my sword with the tip aimed at Harry's scar.

I carefully shove the sword through Harry's head, seperating the Horcrux from his soul.

*GRAAAH!!*

A cloud of black smoke flies out of Harry's head with Voldemort's face visible within.

With one swing of my sword, I cut it to pieces.

Using my connection to my Aura, I read the memories of every teacher present, including Dumbledore.

'Whoa, that's a lot of information.' I think to myself as I go over the magic in my head and add it to my previous knowledge.

I then move on to Quirinus Quirrell and telekinetically take off his turban while I take back my Aura just enough to allow him to talk.

I turn him around, revealing Voldemort's face.

"You must be Voldemort."

"Who are you?" Voldemort answers in a weak whisper.

"Fenrir." I say, before I slash my sword through Quirrell's head, severing Voldemort's parasitic connection to him.

Immediately, Voldemort's soul explodes forth from Quirrell in black smoke as he intends to escape through the windows behind him.

I reach for him with my hand, stopping him with telekinesis and pull him towards me before I slash him to pieces with my sword.

With that taken care of, I walk in front of Albus Dumbledore.

"Resigning to fate is one thing, but preparing children to make them fight your battles? That's just despicable. Do better, or I'll have to do something about it." I say as I spread my Aura throughout the rest of the castle.

I teleport to the library and devour every single book, tome, grimoire and scroll.

I then teleport again and do the same in Dumbledore's office.

Sensing a powerful lifeforce behind me, I turn around and see a red and orange Harpy Eagle.

"You're not a real Phoenix."

"Kaw? Kaw? Kaaw!" (Yeah? What do you know? Stupid wizard!)

"Kaw kaw kaw." (I swear these wizards are getting dumber by the generation. I can't wait until the old man is dead. I'll finally be free.)

"What do you mean you'll 'finally be free'?"

"Kaw ka... KAAW?!" (I've been serving Dumbledore and his ancestors for almost a thousand ye... YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!)

"Dumbledore doesn't know anything about that. Why are you serving him? You clearly don't want to."

"Kaw, kaw, kaw." (His ancestor, Morgan le Fay, used a summoning and binding ritual to bind me to her bloodline.)

"Dumbledore is a descendant of Morgan le Fay? A dark sorceress?"

"Kaw kaw kaw" (Yes, he is. Thankfully he's not dark, I hated serving dark wizards. Dumbledore's just incompetent and stupid.)

"Yeah, that I noticed. So, if you are a real Phoenix, how come you can't just burn away this binding ritual?"

"Kaw, kaw. Kaw? (It was tailor-made for a Phoenix, you can't just burn it away. Who are you anyway?)

"Fenrir, God of Beasts and Monsters." The moment I reveal my status, my Aura temporarily becomes brighter and stronger, announcing my presence to all Beasts and Monsters around the world.

"Kaw, kaw." (Apologies my Lord, I did not realize I was basking in your glorious presence.) Fawkes says as he lowers his head.

"Okay, let's dial down the ass-kissing pal. I'll help you out, just don't do that again." I say before I hold out my hand towards him and conjure a bowl of water in front of him.

"Kaw?" (What's this?)

"Dissolving potion. It dissolves any magic that was placed on you by someone else. Drink it."

Fawkes carefully lowers his beak into the bowl and starts drinking.

A few moments later, fire spreads throughout his feathers and his eyes. He spreads his wings and rises into the air as his feathers change into a darker shade of bright red and his body grows to twice its former size.

"Nice. Now you look like a proper majestic Phoenix."

"Kraw! Kraw." (Thank you! If you'd be so kind, it would be an honor to serve someone who is actually worthy.)

"Pleasure working with you, Fawkes."

"Kraw." (That's just what the old man called me. You should call me something else.)

"... Flayme." I say after pondering.

"Kraw. Kraw." (Flayme. I like it.)

"Alright, let's get out of this castle. I've already taken every teacher's private collection, so I've got what I want." I say as Flayme flies over to me and sits on my shoulder.

We teleport out of the castle while I replace all the books I devoured with exact copies.

We then reappear on a mountain outside Hogwarts castle.

I immediately sit down, close my eyes and organize and take in all the knowledge I just obtained.

After about a few seconds, I open my eyes and get a grin on my face. "I know what to do.

But these wizards are really stupid. The only person who's come up with some decent new spells in the last century is Snape.

They've lost a spark of passion and wonder in magic. And the wars haven't exactly helped with that.

It's such a shame. As a God of Magic, among many other things, I can only shake my head.

Oh well, time to fix a problem that's been bugging me for a while."

I close my eyes again and point my index finger to my own chest.

Meanwhile, golden chains appear out of nowhere, wrapped around my head.

"Avada Kedavra!" As I fire the spell, fueled by every ounce of magic I possess at myself, an incredibly bright, green light rushes through my hand, into my chest and forcefully severs my soul from my body, while the golden chains ensure my body retains consciousness

I stand up, snap open my claws and start slashing away at the dark monstrosity before me.

With every swipe of my claws, another creature is separated from my soul, before they turn into light particles and enter the black, bulbous mass again, now finally properly assimilated into the soul underneath the dark, gooey substance.

'I've devoured billions of creatures. This will take a while.' I think to myself as I keep slashing.