Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)

Chapter 72: "Brotherly Fury"



"Brotherly Fury"

"Hello everyone, welcome to this fabulous match where Gryffindor will face Hufflepuff," said Jordan into the microphone while the crowd around him cheered excitedly.

"I'm Lee Jordan, and I'll be your commentator," he explained. "And joining me are Prince and Princess Flamel, the heartthrobs of Hogwarts," he said, pointing to us beside him.

"Hello," Wanda said, waving with a smile.

"Sigh Hello," I said, while the crowd cheered in excitement.

Wanda seemed amused, but I didn't want to be here, feeling like I was in a zoo because of all the stares I was getting after this week.

Before Jordan could say anything to me, I hadn't realized, and I almost wished he hadn't.

Meanwhile, the Quidditch pitch was filled with excitement, although the sky was quite cloudy, almost ready to rain.

It seemed that the observers didn't mind; the excitement for this match was at the level of football for Muggles.

Well, after all, they didn't have many forms of entertainment like this. That's why having to hide and organize tournaments of any kind attracted so many people.

"With the players on the field, it's time for Professor Hooch to release the Golden Snitch," Jordan shouted as he saw Professor Hooch had already released the other balls and, a few seconds later, released the Snitch.

Harry, with his new broom, immediately sped toward it, surprising everyone with his speed.

"Harry Potter has launched toward the Golden Snitch. And what speed! If I'm not mistaken, the broom he's using is a Firebolt, isn't it?" Jordan asked us.

"That's right, Jordan. My older brother here gave it to his dear little brother. I'm still waiting for mine, by the way," Wanda said, as people around her smiled.

"Later," I said, changing the subject. "Looks like the match is going to end soon."

I pointed to Harry, who was flying higher, getting closer to the Golden Snitch, while Cedric Diggory couldn't keep up with the speed, falling far behind.

As we watched Harry disappear into the clouds, Wanda and I suddenly stood up with serious faces, looking up.

"What's going on?" Jordan asked, seeing our expressions, while the people around us also watched us with curiosity.

"What's that?" Ron asked, pointing at the sky.

Where bright lights were exploding, and black shadows moved like specters.

"Harry! He fell off his broom!" Hagrid shouted, worried as he watched Harry fall rapidly, his hands glowing with mystical arts.

As he fell, everyone could see Dementors trying to attack him.

But Harry was fighting back, using all the spells and mystical arts he knew. Even using chains occasionally that slowed his fall for seconds.

But suddenly he was surrounded by a huge swarm of Dementors, so he couldn't defend himself, and under their attack, he fainted.

"Go!" I yelled as I threw my levitation cloak toward Harry, which quickly caught him and pulled him away from the Dementors.

While everyone was terrified by the uncontrolled Dementors, Dumbledore was about to cast a spell, but was stopped by Perenelle and Nicolas, who had come to watch the match.

Dumbledore turned to ask, but fell silent before the contained rage of these two legends.

"If you don't let them handle it, they'll get even more upset," Nicolas said seriously, shaking his head.

"What do you-" Before Dumbledore could ask, he felt something behind him, a chill and the movement of magic.

It was as if the world was angry; many students froze, feeling a primal fear, as if they were in the presence of death itself.

They felt that if they moved, they would be punished by something stronger than them.

They could only move their eyes toward where that fear was heading, to see Wanda and Stephen floating softly toward the center of the stadium, while it seemed that their aura or magic was distorting the space around them.

Even the uncontrolled Dementors froze in place.

The magic from Wanda, expelled from her body, made her clothes and hair turn red, the same color she had when Stephen first saw her.

This time it wasn't dyed; it changed to that color because of the magic emanating from her.

Meanwhile, Stephen was flying with magic from this world mixed with magic he learned by observing Wanda. But, unlike her, his had a golden color.

Because of the magic expulsion, the artifacts they both wore to hide part of their aura, which they normally kept contained because even Veela would pale if they met them, were destroyed, revealing this aura to everyone present.

Upon seeing them, the spectators felt as if they were looking at the gods of magic themselves, knowing that with just a word from them, they would do whatever they could, even if they asked for their lives right now.

Dumbledore was surprised, stunned by what he saw; only he and the Flamel couple had not fallen under the involuntary hypnosis these two exuded with their presence.

At that moment, though furious, Stephen and Wanda knew it would be difficult to kill all the Dementors present, and not because they lacked the strength, but because it would take time, and someone would surely stop them halfway.

Therefore, they both looked at each other and nodded, using all their magic toward the aura they were born with, which could hypnotize anyone with just their presence.

They had only once tried to use it to see what they could do, and what they achieved scared them, so Stephen had hidden half of it long ago with tools. While Wanda had only let part of it out to tease Stephen.

At this moment, they were going to use that aspect to the fullest, to the point where even Dumbledore and the Flamel couple struggled to maintain consciousness.

"What do you want to do?" Dumbledore asked the Flamel couple, as he tried to maintain his Occlumency to the max and realized that even Snape, a master in this, had preferred to use a temporary blindness spell because he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Sigh Whatever the older siblings want to do," replied Perenelle, as her anger started to dissipate.

Meanwhile, the Dementors in the sky realized they might be in danger, so they tried to move to escape, but they couldn't.

"Die," Stephen and Wanda softly said, but still, their voices reached every corner of Hogwarts.

Upon hearing that, the students started to tremble in fear, but luckily, those words weren't for them, but for the Dementors.

Hearing those words, the Dementors started to commit suicide on their own, under the astonished gaze of everyone.

Having exhausted much of their magic to increase their aura and cast such a hypnotic attack, it reduced quite a bit, and everyone began to come to their senses and realized what was happening.

Meanwhile, Wanda and Stephen, a bit tired, headed to the infirmary to check on Harry.

Seeing that, Dumbledore realized that these two had surpassed the level he had thought of a long time ago.

And he realized that if they didn't head in the wrong direction, he wouldn't be able to stop them anymore. They were on a different level than Voldemort.

"Your concerns are unnecessary," said Nicolas, interrupting his thoughts as he began walking behind Perenelle, who had rushed to see how Harry was doing.

"Sigh That's true. If the world and magic themselves respond to their anger, maybe I'm getting too old," he said as he approached the professors who had just recovered and sent them to calm everyone down.

He then also headed to see how Harry was.

The anger he should have had for the Dementors had long since dissipated. After all, if there was no one to be angry at, what was the point?

"Although maybe this will get them into trouble. They'll know what to do," he said while walking, thinking about what would happen when the Ministry found out what had happened.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone, a black dog was standing in a corner of the stands, still stunned by what he had just seen. He didn't know whether to be happy because Harry had those two protectors or to be on guard in case they thought, like everyone else, that he was behind Harry.

From now on, he felt he should be more cautious in what he did.

Even Ron's rat started to tremble, feeling terror at what would happen if they knew the truth. So, in his mind, he was planning how to escape.

Meanwhile, Harry in the infirmary spent the whole day lying down. When he woke up, people in the hallways were talking about how he faced a swarm of Dementors who wanted to devour his soul, and when he couldn't take it anymore, his siblings became gods among men to save him.

This made his popularity soar to terrifying levels. Especially those who wanted to see them again in that imposing and powerful way, regardless of the feeling of suppression or fear they felt.

Stephen wouldn't have minded if it was just women, but when even men stopped him in the hallway to ask him to look at them like trash, it was something he couldn't tolerate anymore.

Therefore, the only thing he could do was use Wanda as a shield and escape.

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