Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)

"Judgment and New Sister?"

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What happens when a girl obsessed with having a big family and a guy who now has a family, without feeling guilty for stealing someone else's, become members of the same family?

Basically, the extinction of a species that endangered her younger brother.

So now I, the coolest older brother in the world, after a fit of rage, might have caused the extinction of a species.

A species hired to watch over one of the prisons filled with the most powerful criminals in the world.

Therefore, my sister and I are being judged at the Ministry of Magic.

—Mr. Flamel, you are accused of endangering the extinction of the species known as the Dementor, one of those the Ministry uses to contain the world's most dangerous criminals. How do you plead? —asked Minister Fudge, glaring at me with anger, not hiding it.

—Not guilty —I replied calmly from the defendant's bench.

—Wasn't it you, along with Miss Wanda Flamel, who used a spell that caused the Dementors to commit suicide? —insisted Fudge.

—As you said, they committed suicide. It's not like we used a mind control spell or anything like that, right? There were hundreds of Dementors; it sounds impossible —I replied, still calm, tapping the chains that were trying to tie me to the chair.

—Anyway, what were the Dementors doing outside the lands of Azkaban, surrounding and attacking students? That's a good question —I added, watching Fudge's face turn red, about to explode.

After all, the first thing I did when I arrived at the infirmary was use the media to quickly spread the news about the Dementor attack.

At this moment, Fudge is looking for an excuse to justify why the Dementors went crazy, trying to blame Wanda and me.

—Maybe you and your sister used the Imperius curse to control the Dementors —interjected a shrill-voiced witch dressed in pink from one of the seats behind Fudge.

—Haha, are you an idiot? —I mocked.

—How dare you?! —the pink toad screamed in fury.

—I think many here know what the Imperius curse is, right? —I said with an even more mocking smile, looking at the pseudo-noble house members who were glaring at me with disgust.

Without anyone noticing, I appeared behind Lucius Malfoy and spoke:

—Or is that not how many of you saved yourselves from judgment?

I surprised everyone by appearing behind one of them, when just a second ago I was sitting in front of the room.

—What... how...? —some shouted, surprised, while others quickly drew their wands and pointed them at me, ready to attack.

—Although I'd love to see how all of you accidentally attack Malfoy... What a shame —I said, reappearing back in the defendant's chair.

Those present were stunned to see that I had disappeared before their eyes, as if I had never existed or moved.

At that point, many realized that if I wanted to, I could have caused a massacre easily, which made them start visibly sweating from fear.

—I'm going to say something, and then do whatever you want —I said while pulling a couple of scrolls from my clothes—. There are no protection laws against Dementors. In fact, they're actively looking for ways to eliminate them.

I pulled out more documents and added:

—Here I also have the existing laws in favor of defense against dark creatures, and the absence of laws punishing interference with the extinction of creatures like these.

Finally, I raised another document.

—And here's the title of my grandfather as a member of the Hogwarts Board, where one of the rules says: "No board member shall ever allow a student to be in danger, and, if possible, must protect them as best they can."

I kept a calm smile on my face, which seemed to irritate Fudge and his allies even more.

—By the way, I hope the Ministry has good lawyers, because your deployment of Dementors nearly caused a member of my family's death. And not just that, but also the savior of the English magical world —I said, looking at the camera placed in one of the corners, recording the entire trial.

Obviously, I had called the media myself. And since there were no laws against recordings in wizard trials, Fudge and the others couldn't stop it.

—What verdict does the jury issue? —asked Fudge, defeated, knowing he couldn't escape the blame.

—Innocent! —answered Amelia Bones cheerfully, who was acting as head of the jury.

—Thank you —I said with a smile as I settled in to watch Wanda's trial from the gallery.

Basically, it was the same as with me, just a formality. However, it seemed that the pink toad had a special hatred toward Wanda, so she tried to make things a little more difficult for her.

—A girl with your appearance and that veela ability should be controlled, so you don't use it on professors and students —she said with her shrill voice, looking at Wanda with contempt.

It was clear that many thought Wanda might have veela blood. And everyone knew that Dolores Umbridge was known for hating semi-humans and half-bloods.

—Oh, I'm not semi-veela. I'm just prettier than a mouthless ugly monster like you —Wanda replied mercilessly.

At first, those present didn't understand what she meant until they saw Umbridge trying to scream desperately, but her mouth had disappeared.

—Hmmmh hmmm! —she tried to scream, but no sound came out of her non-existent lips.

Again, those present began to look at the Flamel siblings with fear, hoping the trial would end quickly.

—Order in the court! CLACK! CLACK! —shouted Fudge, banging his gavel.

—Please, give Umbridge her mouth back and let's finish this —said the grandmother, exhausted, wishing not to see us again anytime soon.

—The jury declares the defendant not guilty, Your Honor. You may leave —Amelia quickly intervened, dismissing Wanda before she could return Dolores Umbridge's mouth.

It was clear that Amelia planned to avoid hearing her for a while, and Wanda understood that easily. With a smile, she ran out while Umbridge futilely tried to scream at her to stop.

—What childish and vengeful women —I commented while walking out behind Wanda. We both quickly left the Ministry.

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—And now what? —asked Harry, who had woken up a day ago, but Grandma had brought him to the Flamel Island to take care of him.

Harry's question was about why Hogwarts would suspend classes for a week due to the Dementor attack.

Obviously, all of this was thanks to me and the reporters, who exaggerated the situation on TV, creating panic among families.

—Many families took their children to make sure they were safe. Some stayed at Hogwarts, but it wasn't enough to continue classes, so they had to suspend them for a week.

According to the news, there was a huge war against the out-of-control Dementors who attacked students, leaving them nearly soul-less, and many were showing trauma or post-traumatic stress. Of course, all of that was false. The students just took the opportunity for a week of vacation.

—How about we go meet one of my friends and my goddaughter? —Grandma Parenelle said as she entered the room where we were sitting, having overheard our conversation.

—Grandma, do you have friends? I mean, alive ones? —I asked with a surprised expression.

—How rude. Of course, I have friends —she replied, giving me a reproachful look.

—Haha, rude —said Wanda, mocking me as she stood up to hug Grandma.

—Tsk, the last time I met one of your friends, we ended up with a plague in the family —I commented, pointing at Wanda with my eyes.

—What did you say, baldhead? —Wanda shouted angrily as Grandma stopped her before we started fighting.

—Stop being mean to your sister —she scolded me, glaring at me.

—I'm not bald —I muttered as I touched my head, feeling a little attacked.

—Do you have a goddaughter, Grandma? —Harry asked, ignoring our fight.

—A goddaughter? —I asked, surprised.

—Yes, she's a couple of years older than you, so she counts as your older sister —she answered calmly, petting Wanda's head, who was happy to be pampered by her grandma.

—Why have I never heard of any goddaughter of yours? —I asked, intrigued.

Grandma sighed.

—Because she, along with her grandmother, had to hide for years. The family they belonged to was very dangerous and wanted to kill them to inherit the title —she answered with a sad expression.

—Tsk, pseudo-nobles? —I asked, somewhat disgusted by those families and their ridiculous customs.

—Their family rule was that heirs had to fight to the death. But she abandoned her last name and left with her daughter, wanting nothing to do with that family —Grandma explained, now more serious—. However, the new heir didn't accept that and searched for them for years to kill them.

—That's cruel —said Wanda, listening attentively.

—That was until a couple of months ago. The family was exterminated in one night, while their mansion burned down —Grandma continued, surprising everyone.

—They deserved it —Wanda and Harry commented, while I remained silent, thoughtful.

—Finally, they can live freely, but Mary, my friend, decided to live in the mountains, away from everyone. However, she wants her daughter to experience the world —Grandma said, visibly excited—. She's a very intelligent and strong girl. Maybe she could be a teacher at Hogwarts.

—Why do I have a bad feeling again? —I said, looking at Grandma, excited. —Am I catching a cold? —I touched my forehead, as if trying to avoid the inevitable.

—Today, we'll go meet her. And maybe she can live with us, like your older sister —Grandma said with a big smile.

Sometimes I think Grandma is so obsessed with having a big family, even more than Wanda.

I can't say anything, because after so many years of living, she was never able to have children. She tried to adopt sometimes, but it always ended up being a child planted by some dishonest people wanting the Philosopher's Stone.

—So this time, we're all going together. No excuses —she said, standing up to go find Grandpa, who was doing his own thing.

—What a shame you won't be the older brother —Wanda said, half mocking me.

—I hope we get along —Harry said, interested.

—Obviously, she destroyed the old family and burned their mansion —I commented, looking at the two idiots.

—Do you think so? —Wanda said, trying to consider the possibility.

—It might be a coincidence —Harry said with a smile, thinking I might be exaggerating.

—By the way, why do I feel like I've had a déjà vu? —I said while looking at Wanda.

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