Whoosh!
Magic surged forth like a tidal wave!
As if yanked by an invisible hand, Sirius Black was suddenly thrown sideways, flying through the air. He crashed into the crowd of students behind him, where the members of the Enlightenment Society, reacting with lightning speed, immediately raised a magical barrier to shield him.
Wandless magic!
["How is this possible?!"]
Bellatrix shrieked, her voice cracking as she stared at Harry in pure, unadulterated shock.
Wandless magic was one of the most advanced techniques in the wizarding world, second only to non-verbal spells. For an underage wizard—especially one who had just been injured and should have been paralyzed by pain and panic—to execute it so flawlessly? It defied all logic.
Unless he had undergone grueling, specialized training until the skill was etched into his very soul. But—who in their right mind would teach an underage wizard wandless magic? More importantly, how did he actually learn it?
This wasn't just impressive; it was unnatural.
["Damn you!!"]
Bellatrix howled. Despite her fury, she knew her priority was the prophecy orb. She whipped her head around, glaring at Harry with a face so contorted and monstrous that her previous air of cruel elegance vanished entirely.
"Harry!!!"
Sirius roared, struggling to scramble to his feet.
However, it was already too late.
Bellatrix: ["Since you're so eager to die, I'll tear you to shreds and swallow you whole!!"]
She unhinged her jaw, revealing rows of lamprey-like fangs. Countless tiny, crimson arms sprouted from her, weaving together like a grotesque net intended to ensnare Harry.
In the split second before Harry was consumed—
"ETHAN VINCENT!!!"
Harry's lungs strained as his scream echoed through the entire Hall of Prophecy.
The next instant—
BOOM!!
The ceiling of the great hall shattered!
"ROAR—!!!"
Accompanied by a guttural howl that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, a massive, flaming fist descended alongside a waterfall of debris and stone.
Like a falling meteor, the fist slammed directly onto Bellatrix's head.
Without even a chance to scream, she was driven deep into the floor.
CRASH—!
The stone floor buckled and shattered, and the surrounding prophecy orbs exploded into dust. The students cried out as the shockwave knocked them off their feet. Stunned, they looked up at the massive figure that had dropped from the heavens.
A glimmer of hope ignited in their eyes.
"You're finally here..."
Hermione knelt on the ground, her eyes reflecting the golden light pouring from above. Tears of relief welled in her eyes as she whispered the name that brought absolute security:
"Our President... Ethan Vincent...!"
Rumble...
A flaming giant, nearly thirty meters tall and piercing through the ceiling, stood amidst the ruins. And like a king descending from his throne, a figure drifted slowly down from the giant's shoulder.
It was the man they had all been waiting for.
"Taking the lift seemed like a bit of a hassle, so I figured I'd take the direct route. Looks like I made it just in time."
Ethan's dark hair fluttered in the draft. A gentle yet wild smile played across his handsome, sun-bright face. He stood there like a sovereign presiding over his domain.
His cobalt-blue eyes swept over the room before finally landing on Harry, who was perched at the edge of the crater. His lips curled into a smirk as he offered a calm word of praise: "Excellent timing on the notification, Harry."
Harry pursed his lips. As Ethan landed, Harry let out a long, weary sigh.
"I'm not an idiot," Harry muttered. "I know who cleared Sirius's name. I know who fights against evil time and time again."
Even if Ethan's "performance art" was often baffling and borderline terrifying, Harry wasn't about to break ties with a true ally over a mere secret identity. He wasn't the Minister for Magic; he wasn't that stupid.
Suddenly, Harry remembered something. "Right, take this."
With a casual motion, he handed over the prophecy orb he had been guarding with his life.
[Congratulations! You have obtained the "Revelation Prophecy"!]
[Revelation Prophecy: Delivered by the Seer Cassandra Trelawney; it illuminates the path to slaying a God.]
Looking at the crystal-clear sphere in his hand, Ethan's breath hitched slightly as he felt the mysterious magic humming within.
—The method to kill the God of Death was hidden within this prophecy!
It wasn't a material for his paintings, nor did it provide raw combat power. However, it was a lighthouse in the dark. Like the inverted scale on a dragon's neck, it was a priceless treasure—the prologue to the path of Deicide. It was a proverb that had traveled across a century.
["Let the light cover the earth, O newborn Sun... Never surrender to destiny!"]
"I won't," Ethan whispered, his fingers tightening around the orb. "Thank you for the guidance."
He looked up at the brooding Harry, his gaze lingering on the boy's mangled hand where the skin had been shredded. With a casual wave, Ethan showered him in golden brilliance. The powerful holy energy purified the lingering curses and caused Harry's wounds to knit back together instantly.
"Thank you, Harry," Ethan said, his eyes crinkling into a sincere smile. "You've been a huge help."
The boy is finally growing up... Ethan thought to himself with a strange, fatherly pride. Training really does pay off. I'll have to push him even harder next time.
"It was nothing..." Harry mumbled, then asked curiously, "By the way, do you actually know what the prophecy means?"
Ethan paused, then let out a brilliant, booming laugh.
"Haha! Anyone with ears can understand it, right?"
He even took a moment to consider the feelings of any earless species that might be listening. Truly, a man of universal compassion.
Harry: "..."
Seriously, talking to Ethan is the most frustrating thing in the world!!
Ethan watched with confusion as the Savior turned away, face dark with annoyance. He tilted his head, thinking to himself: Ah, teenagers and their puberty. So dramatic.
Right then—
["ETHAN VINCENT—!!!"]
A shriek like a vengeful wraith erupted from the pit!
A long, distorted shadow surged upward. Bellatrix stood in the center of the crater, her lower half transformed into something thick and powerful enough to rival the flaming giant's limbs. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her neck was snapped at a sickening angle, yet powerful Dark Arts kept her animated.
Her eyes were blood-red, and her multiple limbs rasped together like a thousand sharpened knives. Behind her, the tiny crimson arms fluttered in the air like the tentacles of a Venus flytrap.
Bellatrix: ["How... how did you find this place?! I cut off all external connections to this space!"]
According to Kreacher, Harry hadn't gone to Ethan for help. How could he have arrived so quickly?
"You want to know how?" Ethan glanced at Harry and flashed a mischievous, cunning grin. "Simple. He told me the moment this started through his badge."
Harry reached into his robes and pulled out a shimmering, lamp-shaped badge.
"Every member of the Enlightenment Society is equipped with an emergency contact badge. It's only logical, isn't it?" Ethan explained. "Just a drop of magic, and the message is sent."
Ignoring Bellatrix's look of disbelief, Ethan gave her a pure, harmless smile.
"You didn't actually think Harry would betray his comrades over a little secret, did you? Please. Only Dark Wizards have relationships that fragile."
Though, the 'Mr. Lamp' identity wasn't exactly a 'little' secret, Harry thought solemnly.
Hearing Ethan's "refreshing" words, Bellatrix's body began to shake violently. Her hair stood on end as a torrent of dark magic exploded from her.
["I WILL TEAR YOU INTO A MILLION PIECES! ETHAN VINCENT—!!!"]
"Perfect timing," Ethan's smirk widened as a card manifested in his hand. "I wasn't planning on letting you leave this time, anyway."
"It's my turn! I activate the Transcendental Rule Painting: "The World"—ZA WARUDO!!"
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