Chapter 216 - The Spark of Chaos (3)

After the victory speech for the Hogwarts team and the other foreign teams, Asterion wasted no time and without even saying hello to any of his family, he followed Dumbledore to his office. It was an emergency meeting that they both needed to attend as soon as possible.

In the Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore and Asterion were sitting opposite each other, both wizards showing cold, murderous expressions.

Dumbledore in particular looked especially murderous, you could see the fury burning in the man's eyes. "When it happens, it won't matter whether Louis and Joseph are alive or not, I'll kill them both." He spoke, his tone cold, despite the fiery aura surrounding his body.

"They'll flee the moment it happens, I think it's hard for you to kill them before they get away." Asterion commented, downing an entire glass of wine in one go. Even if he couldn't get drunk, he could still relieve the fatigue from the previous ordeal.

"It doesn't matter, Paris and Berlin won't go anywhere." Dumbledore replied with a cold smile. At this point, the kind and compassionate old man had completely disappeared, replaced by a man who had lived hundreds of years and been through many bloody battles.

Asterion remained silent, this feeling of not being able to prevent what was about to happen left a bitter taste in his mouth, it was as if no matter what he did, fate would not change.

"Asterion, in the event of a war, I will send you as a general. Rose will be sent to guard the border between England and France. The Flur Nets must be turned off and Anti-Apparition enchantments must be erected at strategic points around England. I will remain in England in case of an attack." Dumbledore filled a goblet of vine to the brim and drank, then spoke seriously.

Asterion wasn't surprised by Dumbledore's words, the Innate Technique of House Black really was suitable for attacking and defending, especially if the user had more than twenty Special Grade Cursed Spirits. If he wanted to defend, he would be an almost impenetrable wall protecting England, if he wanted to attack, he would be a sword that no country in the world wanted to face.

"What about the Secrecy Act? An attack on the capitals of the other countries will alert the muggle world. The Queen of England must also be notified." Asterion asked with a rare expression of helplessness. Today wasn't the Middle Ages, people definitely wouldn't believe in something as stupid as punishment from the gods or gas explosions.

"Asterion." Dumbledore looked at the sixteen-year-old and spoke. "You must stop thinking about the consequences. In a war of this caliber, collateral damage and problems can be solved after the war. During the war, attack to kill and don't hesitate to destroy a bloody city. If it's a French or German city, burn every last person alive."

Patriarch Black couldn't help but cluck his tongue as if seeing Dumbledore's true personality for the first time, the man was crueler than he was. He himself wasn't prepared to kill civilians indiscriminately, something that Dumbledore had apparently encouraged him to do.

"Dumbledore, don't forget it's the Third Wizarding World War we're talking about, not a civil war, we don't want to reveal the Wizarding World to the muggle population. The negative feelings of six billion people is not something to be trifled with." Asterion commented with a frown, he felt that if he carried out Dumbledore's words, the world would turn into complete chaos. He could control England with the help of the English Muggle Community, but the same couldn't be said for the other countries.

So, it was absolutely impossible for him and any other Special Grade Wizard in good conscience to attack with all their might and reveal the existence of magic and Cursed Spirits to the world. Chaos was indeed a good thing for the ambitious, but too much chaos was something totally out of control.

"You're still very young, Asterion. You'll understand that whoever is plotting against the whole world from the shadows doesn't care what happens to the world. They just want their profit regardless of the consequences of their actions." Dumbledore shook his head and let out a tired sigh, he looked up at the ceiling of his office with a calm gaze.

After calming down and analyzing the information he had, Dumbledore knew very well that Louis and Joseph were far from capable of starting a Wizarding World War with just two countries. There was someone behind them and the most likely suspect was the recent criminal organization he had discovered.

R.

Of course, Asterion knew that Dumbledore's words were true, the people who were really orchestrating this war didn't care about anything but themselves.

"We have to worry not only about enemy countries, but also about Organization R and the masterminds of the Hogwarts Attack. We're surrounded and our enemies are in the shadows waiting for the right moment to fire their poison-filled arrows at us." Asterion stroked his forehead and sat slumped in his chair, his voice filled with an audible weariness. Despite this, his eyes were more determined and calm than ever.

Dumbledore frowned at his words and nodded; as Asterion had said, they really were surrounded on all sides. Many enemies expected England to weaken even more than ever.

Just as he was about to speak, the office door opened and Rose entered with a calm but strangely intimidating look on her face. Seeing the heavy and hostile atmosphere in the office, she asked in a casual tone.

"Are you two fighting again? Is it because of me? If it is, I respectfully ask Dumbledore to fuck off and let him mind his own business, I decide my life and especially who I marry." Rose didn't hide her dissatisfied look towards Dumbledore.

The Hogwarts principal just snorted coldly at the mention of Rose's marriage. "Although it dismays me to see you marrying my political enemies, it's not about you, Rose."

Rose raised an eyebrow in confusion at hearing this, she had stormed into his office thinking that Dumbledore had been annoyed by her actions, but seeing her teacher's calm and cool face, the girl changed her mind. There was something very serious going on!

Walking over to Asterion and claiming her rightful place on her fiancé's lap, Rose ignored his helpless stare and sat down on the Black Patriarch's lap quite naturally.

Seeing their actions, Dumbledore regretted that he was getting old, young people these days weren't ashamed to show affection in public.

"So, what's so important that two powerful wizards are arguing with such serious expressions? Rose asked, looking at Dumbledore as she felt one of Asterion's arms wrap firmly around her waist.

Dumbledore sighed and told Rose one by one.

Each time Rose heard his words, a little of her smile disappeared, in the end, her face was as cold as Asterion's and Dumbledore's, even the cheerful, carefree aura she had, had disappeared at that moment.

"Let's kill these two pieces of shit from Thestrals!" Rose spoke, practically growling with a threatening aura enveloping her. She had never been as furious as she was at this moment. War, a word she simply hated with all her might. Not only had it taken the lives of her parents, it had also caused her to see many deaths.

If it hadn't been for Asterion, Rose would have run towards the chambers of the French and German delegation, killing both Ministers of Magic in front of everyone.

"Rose, calm down, killing both of them would only make the war happen sooner." Asterion commented, reinforcing his arms with Magical Energy, preventing the white lion in his arms from causing the Third Wizarding World War.

Rose frowned and suppressed her killing intent. "Is it certain that there will be a war on this scale?" She asked, her tone lower than usual.

Dumbledore extinguished the flames of Rose's hope with a cold, indifferent voice, something Rose saw for the first time in her teacher. "Yes, it's almost certain, we're going to war. Probably after the tournament is over, they want war and they'll get it."

"What do I have to do?" Rose asked, snuggling into Asterion, the only place that seemed warm in the cold atmosphere of the office. She rested her head on her fiancé's shoulder and the smell of him seemed to calm her.

"Probably defend the French Border, but I'll call an emergency parliamentary meeting and summon all Twelve Lords and Senators." Dumbledore replied, his eyes wandering to the window, where he could see the blue sky, but he didn't know when, but the blue of the sky had been replaced by storm clouds.

"France." Rose murmured to herself, the sparkle of the stars seemed to sprinkle in her beautiful eyes, but instead of beauty in her gaze, there was a cold murderous intent. "I knew the French couldn't be trusted, look at them now, plotting against the whole world to secure their stupid past glory."

Asterion rolled his eyes at his fiancée's xenophobic comment, technically, England was no different from France either, England had always coveted French lands. During the Hundred Years' War, when a French monarch sneezed at random, the English king already claimed the French throne for himself.

But could Asterion retort to Rose's words? The answer was no!

Call him a hypocrite, but he didn't want to deflect Rose's resentment towards France. He was just afraid that this resentment would force Rose to rashly attack France.

"What about the last event of the Tournament?" Rose asked again, in her eyes, there really was no point to this whole Tournament anymore, if it wasn't for the Unbreakable Vow, she would like to leave the Tournament and prepare for war.

"It will still happen." Dumbledore replied, his gaze focused on the two teenagers sitting in one chair, his gaze becoming gentler as he looked at them both. "You can enjoy yourselves while the storm has not yet arrived, bring glory to Hogwarts and England, we have to build morale for the start of the war."

Asterion and Rose nodded, they weren't too worried about it, they were going to win, that much they were sure of.

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