After three weeks...
As Leo made his way to the Headmaster's Office, the familiar whispers of students followed him down the corridors.
Over the past three weeks, his lessons had become legendary, and his presence at Diagon Alley had only strengthened his influence.
Minerva walked ahead, her expression unreadable, but her slight hesitation in speaking told Leo she was aware of the nature of this meeting.
Bella, as always, trailed behind him.
Arriving at the stone gargoyle, Minerva spoke the password, and the statue shifted, revealing the spiralling staircase leading up to the Headmaster's office.
Leo ascended with practised ease, his crimson eyes unreadable as he pushed open the grand wooden door.
Headmaster's office...
Inside, Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his hands steepled in thought.
The familiar presence of Fawkes the Phoenix perched nearby, its keen eyes watching as the young professor entered.
Leo's gaze flickered between Dumbledore and the stack of newspapers on his desk, all featuring headlines about rising conflicts, political turmoil, and attacks carried out by masked assailants.
"Ah, Professor Morningstar, please have a seat,"
Dumbledore gestured with his usual gentle demeanour, though a deep concern lingered in his gaze.
Leo, without hesitation, took the offered chair, Bella standing alert behind him.
Minerva, however, chose to remain standing near Dumbledore's desk, arms crossed.
As silence filled the air, Leo's sharp instincts told him this wasn't just a casual discussion.
Dumbledore leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping gently against the wooden desk.
"I must say, Professor Morningstar,"
he began, his voice carrying its usual warmth,
"your lessons have been... remarkable."
"____"
Leo remained silent, his crimson eyes steady as he listened.
"The students speak of you with admiration,"
Dumbledore continued,
"Even those who once resisted change now find themselves eager to learn."
Bella smirked slightly at the mention of admiration, but Leo remained impassive.
"I simply taught them what they needed to learn,"
Leo replied, his tone measured.
Dumbledore chuckled softly.
Chuckle~
"And yet, what one needs to learn and what one is willing to teach do not always align. You have given them something more than knowledge—confidence, discipline, the ability to think beyond the textbooks."
Minerva, still standing with her arms crossed, gave a small nod of agreement.
Nod~
"I admit,"
she added.
"Your methods are... unorthodox. But they work."
Minerva's lips pressed together for a brief moment before she sighed.
"I can acknowledge results and student loves your teaching style."
Her gaze lingered on Leo just a moment too long, and when she realized it, she quickly averted her eyes.
A faint, almost imperceptible flush crossed her cheeks before she regained her usual composure.
Dumbledore smiled but then grew solemn, his gaze flickering toward the newspapers.
"And yet, beyond the walls of Hogwarts, the world grows darker."
Leo followed his gaze, noting the headlines of increasing violence, unrest, and whispered rumours of masked figures moving in the shadows.
Dumbledore clasped his hands together, his expression unreadable.
"That is why I wished to speak with you today."
A brief silence hung between them before Leo finally spoke.
"I'm listening."
As their discussion continued, Dumbledore reached for a parchment on his desk and unrolled it carefully.
Minerva leaned in slightly, her sharp eyes scanning the contents.
"We need to draft a new schedule for the Quidditch Cup,"
Dumbledore said.
"With House Dragon officially participating for the first time, adjustments must be made."
Leo studied the parchment, noting the traditional four houses—
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff—
now joined by the newly established House Dragon.
Minerva exhaled softly.
"Balancing the matches fairly will be a challenge. Five teams mean an odd number of games per round."
Leo smirked slightly.
"So we adapt."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Indeed. We could extend the tournament slightly, or perhaps introduce a rotation where one house sits out per match day."
Minerva tapped her fingers against her arm in thought.
"House Dragon's team is still untested, but from what I've seen, they are quite formidable. Their captain, Elias Hawthorne, is particularly skilled."
Leo glanced at her.
"You sound impressed."
Minerva stiffened slightly before responding,
"I simply acknowledge talent when I see it."
Dumbledore chuckled.
Chuckle~
"It seems House Dragon is already making an impression."
Leo took another look at the schedule, making a mental note of the changes they would need to implement.
Considering the options before speaking.
"Then let each house play two matches against every other house."
Minerva raised an eyebrow.
"____"
Leo continued.
"Each team plays twice against every opposition. At the end of the matches, the house that secures first place in the standings qualifies directly for the finals."
Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought.
"And the second-ranked team?"
"They qualify for the semi-finals,"
Leo continued.
"Meanwhile, the third and fourth-ranked teams will play an eliminator match. The winner of that match advances to the semi-final, and the winner of the semi-final moves on to face the first-place team in the final."
Minerva considered the structure carefully, her fingers lightly tapping against her arm.
"That ensures each house gets a fair shot while keeping the tournament competitive until the very end. But it does mean more matches overall."
Leo smirked.
Smirk~
"More Quidditch isn't exactly a bad thing."
Dumbledore chuckled.
Chuckle~
"I imagine the students will be quite pleased with that arrangement. And what of the fifth-place team?"
"They'll be eliminated after the group stage,"
Leo said simply.
"Fair, but ruthless."
Minerva gave a small nod, though a hint of admiration flickered in her expression.
"It's a well-balanced system. This might actually work."
Dumbledore smiled, setting the parchment down.
"Then it's settled. We'll move forward with this new structure."
As their discussion continued.
An owl swooped into the Headmaster's office, its feathers ruffled from the wind outside.
It circled once before gracefully descending, dropping a letter onto the desk in front of Leo.
Without pausing, the bird flapped its wings and darted back toward the Owlery.
Leo picked up the envelope, his fingers brushing against the wax seal—a crest he recognized instantly.
His crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he examined it.
Minerva frowned.
Frown~
"A letter? Who is it from?"
Leo broke the seal effortlessly, unfolding the parchment with a single motion.
His gaze swept over the words before he responded.
"The Minister. Jenkins."
His tone was neutral, but a flicker of intrigue crossed his features.
"She's invited me to Jenkins Mansion."
Dumbledore's brows lifted slightly, though he remained silent, watching Leo with his ever-perceptive gaze.
Minerva, however, seemed more cautious.
"That's unusual,"
she remarked, arms still crossed.
"The Minister doesn't often extend personal invitations."
Leo exhaled softly, folding the letter and tucking it away into his coat.
"Perhaps. But I'll find out soon enough."
He stood, his chair scraping lightly against the stone floor.
With a nod to Dumbledore, he said,
"If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave."
Leo merely gave a small smirk before turning toward the exit.
Without another word, he strode out of the office, Bella following closely behind, her sharp gaze scanning the hall ahead.
The door shut behind them.
That Evening –
Jenkins Mansion...
The grand gates of Jenkins Mansion creaked open as Leo approached, Bella walking beside him in silence.
The evening air was crisp, the sky painted with hues of orange and violet as the sun dipped below the horizon.
A house-elf greeted them at the entrance, bowing deeply before leading them through the lavish halls.
The Jenkins family had long been influential, and it was evident in the towering walls lined with enchanted portraits and the intricate golden chandeliers illuminating the space.
Inside the drawing room, Minister Jenkins stood near a fireplace, her sharp gaze fixed on the dancing flames.
She turned as Leo entered, offering a curt nod.
Nod~
"Leo, I appreciate you coming on such short notice."
Leo inclined his head slightly.
"You wouldn't have called me if it wasn't important."
Jenkins exhaled, gesturing for him to sit.
"It isn't just important—it's a problem that could turn into a disaster."
She waved her wand, and with a flicker of magic, a stack of documents appeared on the table before them.
Bella remained standing behind Leo, her eyes scanning the room for any threats as he picked up one of the papers.
"Harold Mitchum,"
Jenkins said, her voice carrying both irritation and concern.
"A high-ranking official within the Ministry. Connected. Untouchable through the usual channels. He and his supporters—certain pure-blood families—have been stirring unrest, disguised as Death Eaters."
Leo's crimson eyes flickered with intrigue as he set the paper down.
"Using Voldemort's image to cause chaos? Bold move. But why? What's their endgame?"
Jenkins folded her arms.
"Power. They want to destabilize my administration and create fear—enough fear that they can rally support for Mitchum to succeed me."
Leo smirked.
Smirk~
"Classic power play. So why not take him down?"
Jenkins clenched her jaw.
"Because I can't."
Leo raised a brow.
"He's protected,"
she continued.
"Legally, politically. If I make a move against him without undeniable proof, it will backfire. It will look like I'm abusing my power to eliminate a rival."
"So you need someone outside the Ministry,"
Leo concluded.
Jenkins met his gaze.
"Yes. According to our previous agreement, we support each other when necessary. I need your help, Leo."
Silence stretched between them for a moment before Leo leaned back in his chair.
"____"
"____"
"And what exactly do you want me to do?"
Jenkins' lips curled into a grim smile.
"Find out the truth. Uncover their plans, gather evidence. And if necessary…"
Her eyes darkened.
"Handle it."
Leo's smirk widened.
"Now that's more like it."
Bella crossed her arms, glancing at Leo.
"So, what's the plan?"
Leo tapped the table thoughtfully.
"First, we need to track Mitchum's movements. If he and his allies are disguising themselves as Death Eaters, they must have a pattern. Locations, meetings, something we can use."
Jenkins nodded.
"I have some leads. I'll send them to you tonight."
Leo stood, his coat shifting slightly as he moved.
"Then consider it done."
Jenkins watched him for a moment before offering a genuine nod of appreciation.
"Thank you, Leo."
With that, Leo turned, Bella following as they left the mansion.
As they stepped out into the cool night air, he glanced at her.
"Looks like things are about to get interesting."
Hogwarts...
After returning to Hogwarts, Leo made his way toward the Dragon Dormitory, his steps slow and deliberate.
The dimly lit corridors of the castle were quiet at this hour, save for the occasional flicker of torches casting long shadows along the walls.
Bella had already split off to her own quarters, leaving Leo to navigate the dormitory alone.
Leo entered his personal chambers, shutting the door behind him.
The room was lavish yet practical—dark wooden furniture, silver accents, and a large bed draped in midnight-blue fabric.
He exhaled softly before collapsing onto the mattress, his crimson eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Then, with a thought, he summoned his system interface.
A familiar translucent screen materialized before his eyes, its glowing text neatly arranged in categories.
[ Status:
Name: Leo Morningstar
Age: ???
Race: Vampire Progenitor (SS), Electro (Template: 85%)
Strength: 300.5
Agility: 291
Faith: 0.4 (Faith represents divinity gained from worshippers across the omniverse.)
Charisma: 86
Stamina: 350
Magic: 190 (New!)
Abilities:
Sharingan, Electric Body, Bat Transformation, God of Luck (Legendary), Master of All Languages (S), Access to Hell Gate... more...
Equipment:
Rekeri Sword, 50,000 Free Money (convertible to any currency), more...
Prison: None ]
Leo sat up from his bed, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight.
The thoughts swirling in his mind had left him restless, but he had come to a decision.
Summoning Nun.
'System, summon Nun.'
A faint hum resonated in his mind as the system responded.
[ Confirming summon… Summoning Card: Nun detected. Processing… ]
Before Leo could react, a shimmering golden ticket materialized in his palm, glowing with arcane symbols.
[ Summoning sequence initiated. Please tear the ticket to proceed. ]
Leo smirked slightly.
"Dramatic as always."
Without hesitation, he tore the golden ticket in half.
The air around him shifted instantly—
a powerful surge of dark energy crackled through the room as intricate, glowing runes spread out across the floor.
The temperature dropped.
A chilling presence filled the air.
From the center of the summoning circle, black mist began to swirl, coiling like living shadows.
A faint whisper echoed through the chamber—low, haunting, almost a prayer…
Then, in the blink of an eye, a figure emerged from the mist.
Leo's smirk widened.
Leo watched as the shadow inched forward, its form stretching and shifting unnaturally against the wall.
He had seen many supernatural entities before, but Nun was something else.
Something ancient.
Something devoted.
With a slow, deliberate thud, the shadow took a step.
Then another.
It moved through the stone wall, gliding across the room like a phantom.
Its destination was clear—
the mirror.
The reflection rippled like water, and as the shadow passed over it, something unnatural occurred.
The reflection was no longer just a shadow.
A figure emerged from the glass—
Nun.
Nun's appearance was as terrifying as the legends foretold.
A towering, gaunt figure clad in the tattered remains of a black and white nun's habit, its fabric darkened with age and shadow.
Its skin was a deathly pale, stretched tight over an unnatural, skeletal frame.
But it was the face that unsettled even Leo.
Hollow eyes—
black as the void, save for the eerie yellow irises that seemed to pierce through the soul.
The mouth was cracked, stretched in a grim, silent whisper of something blasphemous and forgotten.
Its hands—
elongated, bony fingers tipped with claw-like nails—
twitched slightly as if resisting the urge to move on their own.
The air around it felt thick, suffocating, as though the very presence of the Nun was enough to sap warmth and light from the room.
It did not breathe.
It did not blink.
It only stared.
Then, in that cracking, hushed voice, it prayed—
a whisper of worship meant only for Leo.
Leo smirked, his crimson eyes gleaming.
"Enough."
The murmured prayers ceased immediately.
Nun straightened, awaiting his command.
Leo leaned back slightly.
"Your first task…"
he spoke, his voice steady and authoritative.
Nun remained silent, motionless, but the very air in the room trembled with anticipation.
"Go to Azkaban."
A chilling hush followed his words.
"Observe the Death Eaters. Watch Voldemort—those who are held captive."
Nun did not speak.
It only nodded, once, before its body began to dissolve into mist.
The blackened tendrils swirled, sinking into the shadows of the room, vanishing completely into the darkness.
Leo exhaled.
Somewhere, in the heart of Azkaban, the prisoners would soon find that they were no longer the only ones being watched.
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