234 Harry Potter: Monster out of nightmares and domain of magic.

Within the shadows, a flash of light illuminated the room.

Allen encountered a creature straight out of Lovecraft's most twisted nightmares. With multiple red eyes and rows of overlapping teeth in an amorphous mouth, a nameless and identity-less thing stood before him, and the worst part was that the above description was only its head.

From the right, a tentacle resembling a stretched, scaly claw attacked Allen. In response, he waved his wand and froze it, then shot three rays comparable to Thor's lightning bolts toward the creature before him.

The creature opened its mouth and swallowed Allen's magic.

"...?!"

Allen opened his eyes in disbelief. The Chat was equally shocked; most were terrified of this thing.

Allen's magic shone inside the monster as it traveled through its body to the frozen tentacle, which glowed with incandescent red and melted the ice.

The creature's glow dimmed along with Allen's wand and eyes, and everything returned to darkness; not even the onlookers could see what was happening. The system could show what was happening in the darkness, but it left this confrontation without visual filters that would blur the scenes.

A flash of golden light appeared in the north corner. Allen halted the creature's charge by creating ropes through the "Incarcerous" spell. These ropes grabbed the creature, but it broke them effortlessly.

The light dimmed again... shortly after, light shone in the south corner.

The camera showed the creature's large mouth full of overlapping sharp teeth attempting to devour Allen, who was covered by a light blue magical shield. Allen moved his wand in a half-moon shape that sent a cut into the creature's mouth.

The light dimmed again...

In the center of the vast place, Allen moved his wand in a circular motion, turning it into a shield, and a moment later, something like the breath of a dragon but green in color hit the shield. A kind of corrosive gaseous liquid fell to the ground, starting to melt the rock floor.

The spectators noticed that the monstrous thing had no wounds from Allen's previous attack.

Allen used "Apparition" and disappeared, then reappeared above the creature and aimed his wand downward.

Allen's magic started as a fireball but quickly grew to the size of a house. The fireball quickly increased in temperature, changed its structure, mutated its appearance, and became a miniature sun.

With his free hand, Allen used "Protego Totalum" in the area to prevent the rock from melting into magma.

The miniature sun illuminated the room and allowed everyone to see the creature.

Covered in scales with spikes everywhere, it looked as if a herd of giant dragons, krakens, and monsters had fallen into a blender, and this was the result.

Gwen – What is that thing?!

Emma W – Oh my god!

J.K. Rowling – No... I don't know anything like that...

The Chat was terrified and disgusted, and many people even fainted; they couldn't explain how something like this could be alive or even exist. Everyone had similar thoughts; this thing was not something made by nature, God, or even the devil.

Allen, on the other hand, was unmoved, and his bright eyes brimming with magical power stared fixedly at the creature's multiple eyes.

Allen got angry for some reason; the Lovecraftian creature also showed hostility.

Allen couldn't explain it, but there was an impulse within himself urging him to destroy that thing. Both felt the same sense of dislike for each other.

Without the slightest hesitation, Allen aimed and fired the miniature sun. There was concern it could destroy Hogwarts, but Allen looked calm.

In the amorphous body of the creature, more mouths appeared; they tried to swallow Allen's sun.

Allen looked at this with indifference, as if he knew it beforehand. He pointed with two fingers at the sphere, which was getting smaller; inside it was a prism formed by crystallized fragments of the system. That's right! Allen was using fragments to attack an enemy!

It's not that the creature was stronger than his previous enemies, it's not that he ran out of other means of attack; Allen simply made that decision on instinct.

The prism detonated, creating an iridescent-colored spear that pierced the creature.

"SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!!!"

That thing roared like a mix of many creatures and monsters at the same time; it had been wounded.

The creature's eyes cried red, purple, and black blood, then looked at Allen with hatred.

Allen returned the look with anger and disgust.

The creature disappeared; Allen opened his eyes. This creature used Apparition!

Allen created a shield to his right, but it was broken, and he was sent flying to crash into a wall. He had been struck by one of the monster's scaly tentacles.

Luckily or unluckily, the wall still had its "Protego Totalum" protection spell; otherwise, he would have gone through it. The good thing was that it prevented Hermione and Ron, who were waiting outside, from being at risk, but the impact on Allen was greater.

Allen's body underwent a real change, becoming younger, which consequently reduced his power, and this also applied physically.

Allen slid to the ground; his face was covered by his hair; he didn't seem to be injured, but there was a different atmosphere about him. Allen's fights were almost always because something or someone appeared with a goal, was insane madness, or simply were dangerous to the world, and Allen stopped them not by choice but because he had no other option.

But this time, it was none of that; Allen felt the desire to eliminate that unpleasant thing.

"2B... Rebecca..." Allen murmured.

Immediately, a silver sword cut off one of the creature's many deformed legs. At the same time, a railgun shot pierced one of the creature's amorphous heads. However, the monster did not scream as when it was attacked by the crystallized fragments of the system.

Rebecca and 2B appeared next to Allen.

"Ten seconds... no, five are enough..." Allen ordered, and the girls.

The two girls began to attack the monster, one attack after another.

Meanwhile, Allen raised his right hand and crossed his ring finger with his index finger.

'Magic is flexible...'

The sounds of a monster roaring mixed with sounds of cuts and shots began to fade away.

One of Allen's most common problems is that he has so many powers and abilities available. This would make him an apprentice in everything, but a master of nothing.

He was indeed taught about cursed energy and ki, but ultimately, all that training was a way for Allen to wield that power rather than become an expert.

Allen, on the other hand, developed these abilities more on the battlefield, in a traditional and risky way. Specifically speaking of cursed energy, this culminated in his mastery of the Limitless technique, achieving his own version of "White" and "Green."

Allen also improved his handling of his Innocence, his swordsmanship, both melee and sword skills, ki, and haki handling... obviously in these skills Allen has not yet reached the level of mastery he has with the powers and abilities of the JJK world.

Power should not be confused with power management. Allen has immense raw power and the ability to manage it, but in terms of skill, he is not at the level of a master in all fields.

But that's okay... Allen is growing...

During his time in this world, he allowed himself to better understand his handling of magic. Even with the ability to voodoo magic, Allen was a novice in this field.

Throughout his time in this world, Allen allowed himself to learn and improve, even reaching the point of creating his own spells.

With this in mind, Allen decided to test himself and try something more, taking advantage of how flexible and malleable magic is. Allen unleashed his imagination and managed to recreate and disassemble... Now Allen tried to go further...

He opened his eyes after a few seconds; they weren't Allen's gray and sometimes silver eyes but blue eyes... everyone knew them, however, that shouldn't be possible since Allen couldn't use them in that world... or could he?

"Domain Extension... Infinite Void: [magicae versionem]

...

Leaving the confrontation for a moment, everyone wants to know what that "thing" is.

It doesn't seem like something Dumbledore would prepare to test a first-year student. Even veteran Aurors were blinded with fear just by being near that thing.

To find the answer, we must go back a few days.

"Do you want my help?" asked Allen (Artoria) to the old Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had arrived after the completion of Allen's (Artoria) last class. She wasn't a magic expert, but she could handle defense against dark arts classes; in general, Artoria's classes were orthodox, while Allen's were based on being unusual and sometimes novel. Both methods were valid and very good for students to learn.

"A very good class, as usual, Professor Walker."

"Director Dumbledore, what do you need?"

Dumbledore didn't beat around the bush and explained his entire plan to Allen(Artoria). Even if he could influence other Hogwarts teachers and staff, he knew that when Allen found out, he would oppose it.

"Dumbledore, do you expect me to accept that you use Voldemort to test Harry Potter?"

Artoria had little interest in everyone outside Allen but had been practicing a lot and knew how Allen would react in this situation.

Albus Dumbledore explained that Voldemort could not kill Harry and that he had prepared everything so that no student would be in danger.

"It doesn't make sense... if Voldemort gets his hands on the Philosopher's Stone, he'll revive!"

"Young Allen, killing Voldemort is not an option. Tom Riddle stopped being a person long ago, fractured his soul, and wanders through that world as a specter, waiting to be revived... I am old... I must do something before I run out of time..."

"Are you thinking of using Harry to defeat Voldemort?" Allen(Artoria) frowned.

"I'm just guiding him to his destiny. You know it as well as my destiny was to oppose Grindelwald... Harry is destined to face Voldemort."

"Are you underestimating me?" Allen asked as a wave of magic surged through the room.

"No, but you have your issues..." Dumbledore responded, then fell silent for a moment. "I believe in your abilities; that's why I completely let you handle them..."

Artoria relaxed her gaze and sat down. With a wave of her hand, a chair appeared in front of her desk, and Dumbledore sat down.

Artoria remained silent for a moment and informed Allen that Dumbledore wanted his help. Allen had anticipated this and permitted Artoria to assist Dumbledore. In this way, they would at least reduce the possible variables caused by the butterfly effect and potential differences from canon.

...

Artoria was to oversee everything closely and keep an eye on Quirrell. This conversation happened after Allen encountered Quirrell at the Three Broomsticks.

The only problem was designing a test for Allen Jr. This was essential because he ended up getting involved with Harry Potter.

Albus Dumbledore couldn't read Allen Walker's son deeply enough, so this task fell to Artoria. She thought that since Allen had told her she could handle it, she would allow him to face a challenge during these tests designed for children.

Artoria was aware that Dumbledore would be closely monitoring the events, and Allen was also aware, so he couldn't fight with all his strength. In fact, Allen wouldn't be able to use his strongest wand.

With all of the above, combined with his power being limited to magic at the moment, she could put him in a tight spot.

Artoria smiled, knowing Allen very well. She got up, searched for a book, and opened it to a certain page.

Dumbledore opened his eyes at this suggestion. "Professor Walker, will this work?"

"Not if used in an orthodox manner... but I have an idea..."

Artoria looked at the page of the book—it was about a Boggart...

A Boggart is an amortal non-being with a changing shape capable of transforming into the image of whatever its viewer fears most. Due to its shape-shifting ability, no one knows what a Boggart looks like when it's alone, as it instantly changes shape upon encountering someone.

When facing a Boggart, it's best to have someone else with you to try to confuse it, as confronting more than one person at a time makes it indecisive about what form to take, usually resulting in a nonsensical combination of victims' fears.

However, these severe weaknesses disappeared when Artoria imparted part of her divinity to the Boggart.

The creature, identified as a non-being... was no longer a coward, nor was it weak, no longer affected by a spell like the Ryddiculus... most of all he was not confused when facing more than one enemy.

As for Allen, he had no idea it was a Boggart and could never imagine that this thing was a creature widely ridiculed by wizards.

Furthermore, with the divinity, another weakness disappeared: Boggarts could only mimic a part of the powers of what they turned into... but now this limitation no longer existed...

Lastly, the only thing that deviated from everyone's standards was what the Boggart would become.

What does Allen fear? There could be several answers to that, but never the classic "he fears nothing." Allen is afraid like anyone else, although the range of things that can scare him is very limited.

He's afraid of losing a loved one...

He's afraid that his world might be destroyed...

He's afraid of not being strong enough...

How to encompass something like that? The answer is simple and complicated... because Boggart must become the embodiment of Allen's fears...

In other words...

An enemy that Allen cannot defeat...

...

Allen ran towards the monstrous thing intending to kill it while the Domain effect was active.

*Growl*

Allen's mind created a momentary void where his thoughts failed to progress—had that creature, which shouldn't have been able to move, just growled?

Allen's answer came immediately as the monster's body filled with eyes and mouths, surrounding him.

"The Domain isn't working!"

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