223 Harry Potter: New dark lord rises in the magical world.

(A/N: This chapter was controversial on patreon to avoid it I will release two chapters today.)

Allen's judgment was supposed to shake the magical world ended up doing just that but for a different reason.

Renowned wizards and witches gathered with a single objective: to witness the trial of Allen Walker. Among the wizards and witches in attendance were Bartemius Crouch, Igor Karkarov, Madame Maxime, Augusta Longbottom, Elphias Doge, Rita Skeeter, Griselda Marchbanks and not to be missed was Lucius Malfoy's wife Narcissa Malfoy, who was strangely preoccupied.

Perhaps it was due to years of peace, perhaps it was because of Voldemort's disappearance, or perhaps because they were within the Ministry of Magic. Whatever the reason, they all let their guard down, but even if they were prepared, few would have escaped the chains of the demon of control.

...

Fear intensified when they saw Albus Dumbledore being restrained by two women.

One woman was a redhead in a black suit with golden eyes capable of sending shivers down anyone's spine, and the other woman had blue hair and wore a predominantly white military uniform. She had an aura of danger that was no less intimidating than that of the red-haired woman.

Both stood on either side of Dumbledore, and one of them held a sword to the neck of the most powerful wizard of the time.

On the other hand, no less impressive was seeing Allen Walker's wife brutally attack the Minister of Magic and propose something that could only be entrusted to a dark lord. Thus it was with Voldemort in his time and Grindelwald before him.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with regret. He had witnessed the rise of two dark lords and possibly a third, unfortunately, unable to stop any of the three.

...

Allen remained calm throughout. It's not that he ignored it, or that it didn't cross his mind, but it's the first time he truly feels it, the reality that the Sdolls are not his slaves.

They never lose their ability to think and their independence. It is up to each girl whether they choose loyalty or just accept the status quo.

Allen looked into the eyes of the first Sdoll that entered his life. She tried to kill him, but couldn't due to a restriction. However, that was surely temporary. Artoria, recently, Makima and Esdeath can ignore that restriction simply because they are strong, and they become stronger.

On one hand, the longing for perfection was granted to them, a superior body, and on the other... the system discovered a very important detail.

[Host, since the source of energy for the dolls comes from you, the more powerful you become, the more powerful they will become.]

Allen had noticed it but decided to postpone the problem as none of the girls had caused him real problems, except Esdeath, but it was only before she met him in person.

Artoria: she is loyal for some mysterious reason, but Allen can feel genuine loyalty in her.

Rebecca chose to serve him, although over time her feelings turned romantic.

Esdeath accepts the status quo due to her nature and ideal that the strong dominate the weak. In this case, Allen believes that if he were to become weaker than her, she could betray him or reverse roles and have power over him.

Makima is truly a time bomb; there is no loyalty or affection for Allen, simply complacency. She is aware of the overwhelming power difference, so she chooses submission for now.

Now Wednesday Addams, seen from a common perspective, should be the easiest to deal with, but it's the opposite.

Wednesday is not a demon or a general, she's not a goddess or from a chaotic and dystopian world. She was a girl from a normal world, and although her family was extremely peculiar, she still had common sense.

Wednesday had a family, and she still does... The biggest difference with the other dolls is that she wasn't supposed to die, at least not in her canonical story.

No matter how much love they feel for each other, she has her own thoughts and desires.

...

Wednesday's eyes showed no hostility or malice. She sincerely wanted to help Allen. Of course, even with the surprise, Allen didn't suspect that she would betray him. Besides Wednesday had told him that she had a plan, Allen didn't ask any more at the time.

All this must have a purpose, and that is to help him. Allen's gaze turned to Esdeath, it must be so, or else she wouldn't support Wednesday.

Allen glanced at the frightened crowd and realized that they might believe he would accept.

Becoming a dark lord sounds tempting, but Allen can't leave Hogwarts, otherwise coming to this world would make no sense. On the other hand, looking at Cornelius's state, it's impossible to escape unscathed from this predicament.

A slight smile formed on Allen's face. Wednesday smiled too and understood his answer ... she approached and kissed him gently...

Cornelius lost even more color from his face and crawled to escape, he felt that he might be responsible for the birth of the next dark lord.

Wednesday stepped back and walked away from Allen, her face covered in shadows but conveying a great sense of melancholy and sadness. In contrast, Allen's face remained calm, although he felt bad inside for not following Wednesday's plan.

A wand appeared in Wednesday's hand, and Allen's eyes widened in surprise, even Esdeath didn't know what was happening.

Out of nowhere, a green beam that seemed wrapped in screams and laments shot out of the wand. Everyone in the room knew what it was.

"Avada Kedavra..."

The beam hit Allen head-on, and he couldn't defend himself.

Allen fell to the ground...

He didn't fall to the ground against Doomsday... He didn't do it against Hulk or Loki... He didn't do it against Superman Prime or Darkseid... even against Sentri or Galactus

But this time he fell because of none other than his wife...

"Hey!" Esdeath shouted, but immediately Dumbledore freed himself and struck her with a spell. Makima disappeared from where she was.

Dumbledore drew his wand, the Elder Wand, and fired a red beam at Wednesday, who countered with a black beam.

The clash between them shook the trial room.

The most capable wizards began to free themselves, to fight Makima, who defended herself with the chains. Since arriving in this world, her chains acquire abilities similar to Allen's innocence, and now she can use them more like weapons.

Gradually, Wednesday began to lose ground in the clash; it was to be expected, that she was facing the most powerful wizard using the Elder Wand, one of the Deathly Hallows.

Amidst the chaos, Esdeath appeared next to Allen's body and knelt. Her expression seemed lost, not knowing what to do or how to react; this was not part of the plan.

Esdeath turned to Wednesday seeking answers, while her killer instinct grew. "What does this mean, Wedn-!!"

Esdeath's words were cut off by the sudden chilling feeling, it was cold, ruthless, and merciless. It came in an instant, and Esdeath felt death closer than ever before in her life.

Instinctively, Esdeath drew her sword and placed it vertically on the right side of her neck. Instantly, a sword broke her blade almost completely, and Esdeath's surprised gaze fell on the beautiful blade pointed at her neck.

Wednesday opened her eyes as a drop of sweat fell down her cheek. "It's already here..."

Makima narrowed her eyes. "This is bad..." murmured the ruthless demon.

Dumbledore noticed this strange behavior on Wednesday; she, who had been calm until now, seemed nervous as if in a hurry to leave. Of course, Albus Dumbledore took advantage of this to gain ground in the confrontation.

Dumbledore didn't even need to win, he just needed to gain a little time and this place would be filled with Aurors.

Wednesday looked in the direction where Esdeath was, her face showing strain, her arms trembling as if holding back a mountain, the veins on Esdeath's forehead bulging.

Behind the sword that Esdeath could hardly stop was the figure shrouded in gold, familiar to the three women.

She had a different demeanor than usual, her face obscured by shadows as she stared fixedly at the body on the ground.

The drops of sweat on Esdeath's face made her feel humiliated, but she wasn't in a condition to fight; her heart was also turbulent. If it weren't for her instincts honed to the highest possible limit, she would have died a moment ago.

Artoria's eyes flashed with an overwhelming killing intent capable of crushing the one Esdeath emitted a moment ago.

No, even if Esdeath were at her best, she could be killed instantly. They had made her angry...

Esdeath did her best not to lose, but the sword advanced, freezing her feet or hands, but Artoria's sword advanced, breaking Esdeath's blade.

"Ugh! Damn it."

She was covered in ice but was struck and sent flying, crashing through a dozen reinforced walls within the Ministry of Magic.

Makima distanced herself from the wizards and witches attacking her and saw that the situation was dire; she prepared to escape, but an invisible slash passed through her, splitting her in half in the stomach. Of course, for Makima, this was not fatal, but her inability to react made her reassess her chances of victory.

As time slowed down, Makima's eyes met the goddess'... "Zero... there is no chance of beating her..." was Makima's response before she attacked the enraged goddess with countless chains. Artoria swung her sword and disintegrated the chains but Makima took advantage of the moment of distraction to disappear.

Wednesday entered the shadows and reached Esdeath, who looked battered but could still move.

She glared at Wednesday with hatred, but Wednesday gave her a sidelong glance.

"He's okay..."

Both disappeared, but not before Wednesday and Artoria exchanged glances; Artoria's gaze was filled with resentment.

Artoria could understand Wednesday's plans, but understanding and accepting are two different things.

...

The chains and ice disappeared, and the wizards and witches complained in annoyance; they wouldn't be so miserable if they had their wands, but what good is the power you have if you can't use it?

Everyone present was capable of using magic without a wand and casting spells non-verbally, but as Allen explained, it depends a lot on the wizard whether they can use "Confringo" to detonate a house or only manage to light a candle.

Unfortunately, the level of wandless magic of those present was not enough to free them from one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the demon of conquest and control.

On the other hand, the almost divine but tragic figure of Artoria remained silent, standing next to Allen Walker's body.

It was not common to see a witch using anything other than a wand, but with the existence of Gryffindor's sword, they weren't surprised if more wizards used weapons to fight. Still, seeing the divine aura in Artoria made them think that she was either a witch covered in magical artifacts or she had literally summoned an ancient spirit to fight.

Artoria did not kneel, cry, or shout; she simply waited patiently, knowing that her master would return.

Did Allen die? Of course not! Regardless of the restriction that a doll cannot harm Allen no longer works, he is not someone who would die because of this.

Shortly after the initial shock, Allen opened his eyes, his shirt burned, he truly wasn't prepared for that attack and was unconscious for a few seconds.

...

"Impossible..." Dumbledore opened his mouth in disbelief, someone other than Harry Potter had survived the Killing Curse.

Sighs of disbelief echoed as Allen rose from the ground, smoke rising from his burned shirt. His face reflected annoyance.

Artoria removed her royal mantle and put it on Allen to cover his body, something Allen considered unnecessary but didn't reject Artoria's goodwill.

"Are you all right, young Walker?" Dumbledore approached with astonishment and concern in his words.

"Considering my wife tried to kill me, I'm all right... I almost wasn't, but I'm fine," Allen replied.

"Impossible, how did you survive the Killing Curse?!" Cornelius, who was being treated by a specialist witch, managed to replicate.

Allen shrugged in response. "Have you heard that a positive cancels out another positive? In the last attempt, I used the Killing Curse myself to block the incoming power!"

Of course that was a lie, Allen would not be harmed by the killing curse.

"It doesn't make sense; you shouldn't be able to use magic!!" said Fudge.

Allen chuckled, and the chains on his body broke, falling to the ground. This scared Cornelius, but Dumbledore smiled; something told him that Allen was planning to escape if he didn't win the trial.

The doors opened, and two dozen Aurors entered, including Mad-Eye and Nymphadora Tonks, who ran to Allen, her purple hair bouncing.

"Boss, are you all right?!" she shouted and proceeded to check Allen all over.

"I'm fine," Allen smiled, then raised his voice as everyone tensed, "although I'd like to continue with my pending trial!"

Cornelius trembled; continue the trial?! Another dark lord had just been born, and he had two followers capable of restraining Dumbledore!

Cornelius knew that condemning Allen meant that the wizarding world could fall. If it weren't for the woman in armor standing next to Allen like a bodyguard, there would be no Minister of Magic.

Cornelius felt something unpleasant in his throat, as if drinking a glass of rusty needles and bugs together. "Due to... uh... unforeseen circumstances, the trial will be postponed indefinitely. In the meantime, Allen Walker can return to his duties as an Auror..."

...

Allen opened his eyes in the bathtub while Minerva stood behind him.

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A/N: I'm going to release two chapters today so relax, guys.

Do not burn Jerusalem yet.