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Chapter 925: The Master of the Elder Wand
Chapter 925: The Master of the Elder Wand
"Snape... you learned that snot-nosed kid's magic?"
As Kyle spoke, Sirius also recalled where he had seen that dagger-like spell before. It was over a decade ago, right after their graduation, when Snape, still a Death Eater at the time, had used this spell against them.
It had been too long, and after spending over a decade in Azkaban, he couldn't quite remember.
"But this magic is really useful." Kyle said, and once again waved his wand, slicing a large spider that had crept up from behind into two halves.
"That's also the snot-nosed kid's magic." Sirius muttered, still feeling a bit annoyed, "But Kyle, how could he possibly have taught you this spell?"
"Could it be Conna?" Sirius asked with a hint of mockery in his tone.
"Of course not." Kyle shook his head, "I found a book... well, it was Snape's old potion book from his school days. It not only recorded his insights on potions but also included several spells he invented, including the Cutting Curse."
"A potion book..." Sirius was stunned, "You mean, he invented this spell during his school days?!"
"That's probably right." Kyle nodded, "The Cutting Curse was written in 'Advanced Potion Making'. Judging from the progress, it should have been during his seventh year."
"Impossible..." Sirius sounded even more annoyed, "He must have stolen it, that snot-nosed kid..."
"If he had done that, do you think Headmaster Dumbledore would have just let it go?"
"Well... maybe he deceived Dumbledore."
Sirius kept searching for various reasons, refusing to believe that Snape could have invented such a powerful spell as the Cutting Curse during his school days.
"Sirius, are you jealous?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at him.
"Jealous?"
Sirius reacted like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, jumping up immediately.
"Jealous of that snot-nosed kid? Don't be ridiculous! Why would I be jealous of him!"
"Perhaps it's because he can create his own spells?" Kyle suggested, seeing Sirius's agitated state, he guessed that this was probably the reason.
For a student, it's not uncommon to get perfect scores in exams, and there are even some who excel in all subjects. At least in Hogwarts, every year, there are a few students with outstanding academic performance.
But out of ninety-nine percent of students, very few can create their own spells before graduation, and even most adult wizards can't achieve this.
Snape, however, just from what Kyle knew, had invented several spells.
From the playful Toe-Growing Curse to the practical Ear-Plugs Spell, Tongue-Tying Curse, and the more combat-oriented Hanging Man Spell, and the Cutting Curse...
Snape, with his five self-created spells, was a genius in every sense of the word, a true prodigy, and that didn't even include his achievements in potions.
However, if it weren't for these accomplishments, how could Snape have become the youngest Head of House at Hogwarts? Surely it wasn't because he didn't like to wash his hair?
Snape became the Head of House shortly after Voldemort's defeat, when he was barely twenty years old, setting a new record for the youngest Head of House.
At that age, even if Dumbledore wanted to promote him for some reason, he would have needed exceptional achievements to do so. Otherwise, he wouldn't have passed the scrutiny of the Board of Governors and the parents.
The Slytherin parents, known for their strictness, had no objections to Snape's appointment as the young Head of House, which spoke volumes.
After Kyle explained all this, even Sirius fell silent, his mouth agape, lost in thought.
He had to admit that without personal bias, Snape was far superior to his peers.
Unfortunately, Sirius couldn't let go of his personal bias.
"He's still a snot-nosed kid." Sirius insisted, "And he's biased. No matter how talented he is, he doesn't deserve to be a Head of House."
"Neither of you should talk about the other." Kyle smiled.
It was only because Sirius had been a professor for a short time; if he had become the Head of House, Gryffindor might have won the House Cup five or six times in a row.
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."
Kyle stood up, looking at the empty arena, and forcefully waved his wand in front of him.
The connecting fire line at the tip of his wand suddenly snapped, and the uncontrolled Fiendfyre Dragon showed signs of collapse.
Then, Kyle forcefully pointed his wand forward.
"Flame Confinement!"
The exploding Fiendfyre transformed into a snake in mid-air, rushing towards the terrified Death Eaters at an incredible speed.
The Death Eaters tried to run, but as apparition was forbidden in Hogwarts, they had no chance of outrunning the Fiendfyre controlled by Kyle.
Soon, the entire arena was engulfed in Fiendfyre, and as the flames kept shrinking, the Death Eaters had no choice but to move towards the center, finally crowding into a space the size of the Great Hall.
During this time, some Death Eaters attempted to escape, but without exception, they were all turned into ashes within seconds.
Unfortunately, Kyle couldn't turn the Fiendfyre completely blue for now, or they would have had a more pleasant experience.
He had tried, but the yellow flames were the limit, and only the outer circle showed a hint of blue.
"Well done!" Sirius's eyes lit up, "By the way, is this spell also your creation?"
"Strictly speaking, only half." Kyle put down his wand and shook his head, "This spell was created by Professor Dumbledore. I only made modifications based on the original."
Kyle had spent a long time studying the Flame Path spell, a form of Transfiguration that manipulated the shape of fire.
As a Transfiguration spell, it wasn't limited to a single form; it could be a straight line or a circle, depending on the caster's intentions.
"That's already impressive," Sirius remarked. "By the way, you must have some original spells of your own, right?"
He seemed a bit spellbound, as if he had to surpass Snape. Even if he couldn't achieve that, he needed someone to represent him.
Kyle was the one he found.
"I do have an original spell..." Kyle replied after some thought.
When it came to original spells, he had indeed researched them, but most were rather chaotic abilities, like rapid eyelash growth or tangled hair.
These were mostly pranks Fred and George had thought of before graduating. Kyle, with nothing better to do, tried them out to see if they could be cast as spells.
They were more of a way to pass the time.
The only original spell he could truly talk about was the Wild Growth Charm, the spell he used to control trees and vines.
Kyle quite enjoyed using this spell, especially in places like the Forbidden Forest, where its power could reach two hundred percent or even higher.
Unfortunately, the Death Eaters hadn't ventured into the Forbidden Forest, or else he wouldn't have needed to use Fiendfyre.
"That's truly remarkable. It seems you're even more impressive than that snot-nosed Snape," Sirius boasted. "But why didn't you kill those Death Eaters?"
"Because members of the Ministry of Magic are here too," Kyle said, glancing towards the castle.
Just then, Amelia Bones and Scrimgeour, along with Aurors, had joined the battle.
They must have dealt with the traitors in the Ministry first, which was why they weren't here earlier.
"The Ministry members..." Sirius frowned. "What about them? Didn't you already kill quite a few?"
"They didn't see what I did before," Kyle shook his head.
"Let's say I killed hundreds of Death Eaters right in front of the Minister of Magic and the Head of the Auror Office. What do you think they would think then?"
Sirius's expression changed.
Even if he wasn't well-versed in these matters, he understood the situation at this point.
The Ministry of Magic needed stability, and the number of wizards was already small. Every wizard was connected to others by a thousand threads; if you picked any two pure-blood wizards at random, they might very well be related.
So, not only would killing hundreds at once be a problem, but even if the number was ten times smaller, it would still be a huge issue.
After all, over a decade ago, even the most heinous Death Eaters were usually sent to Azkaban instead of being killed outright.
Everyone was well aware of this, including Kyle and Sirius.
For instance, during the Godric's Hollow incident, Kyle killed over a hundred Death Eaters. This rumor sounded impressive, but no one knew how much Dumbledore had done in the background to prevent Kyle from appearing in the Wizengamot's court.
One such incident was enough.
If Kyle had truly taken out all the Death Eaters on the field, they might not have said anything at the time, but once the war ended, the Ministry would definitely come after him.
Of course, this was just one reason, but the most important factor was stability.
Who wouldn't be afraid of a powerful wizard who killed without hesitation? It was an instinctual fear.
Dumbledore had followed the rules to a fault, and even with his influence over Hogwarts, he couldn't shake off the suspicions of some.
If Kyle went on a killing spree in front of everyone, he would undoubtedly become the next Dark Lord, succeeding Voldemort as the second Dark Lord.
This was probably the story of a dragon-slaying warrior turning into an evil dragon.
As for the previous incidents, that was a different matter.
After all, the Ministry members hadn't been there, and the chaotic situation called for protecting Hogwarts. It didn't matter how many Death Eaters he took out, as not many people knew that the Fiendfyre on the field was cast by him.
Among the few who knew were Sirius, Professor McGonagall, and others who were on their side, so there was no risk of them revealing this information.
Sirius opened his mouth but couldn't think of what to say for a moment... He understood the Ministry's actions were wrong, but they also made sense in a way.
Moreover, in a sense, he had also benefited from their actions.
His crimes from over a decade ago were no small matter; he had betrayed the Potters, destroyed a street, and killed twelve Muggles. Yet, he was only sentenced to Azkaban.
Kyle glanced at the increasingly intense battle and muttered softly, "Even if these Death Eaters are to be killed, it can't be by my hand... At least, I can't let others see me doing it."
The original text is available in Chapter 6, Section 9 of the book.
Kyle's voice was low, and Sirius, lost in his thoughts, didn't hear him.
After dealing with the threats on the field, the two headed back to the castle to support the others.
However, as they passed by the Whomping Willow, Kyle suddenly caught a glimpse of two pairs of shoes scurrying past, hidden by an Invisibility Cloak.
Seeing shoes moving on their own in the middle of the night was a bit eerie.
Fortunately, Kyle was a wizard himself and quickly understood the reason for this situation... The Invisibility Cloak was too small to cover two people.
"You go back and help first," he said, turning to Sirius. "I'll do another search to see if there are any stragglers."
"No problem," Sirius replied without suspicion, as he had just been mocked by a group of sinister Death Eaters on the Quidditch field.
At this moment, Kyle heard that he was going to stay outside, so he rushed into the castle alone and quickly found a lone Death Eater.
After he left, Kyle turned around and returned to the vicinity of the Whomping Willow.
He looked down and saw several obvious footprints on the ground, which disappeared under the willow.
However, just as Kyle was about to continue forward, a branch suddenly whipped past him.
Kyle dodged and pointed his wand at a stone on the ground.
The stone flew up, quickly passing through the dense branches of the willow, and struck a spot on the trunk.
Instantly, the twisted, whipping willow calmed down.
Without hesitation, Kyle took quick steps forward and jumped into a hidden passage beneath the tree.
After entering the secret passage, the loud clamor and impact of the battle outside became much quieter. He could vaguely hear the sound of something crawling, coming from an unknown source.
Kyle hurried forward.
This was probably the only passage that hadn't been sealed off. Previously, Harry had used this passage to meet Sirius, who was hiding in Hogsmeade.
Even after Sirius left Hogsmeade for other missions, Harry would occasionally come here once or twice.
But why would he come here at this time? Weren't they searching for the Erumpent, which was believed to be a Horcrux? Kyle furrowed his brows. This passage led to the Screaming Yo-Yo Shop. Could it be that the Erumpent liked to eat cold drinks?
Kyle narrowed his eyes, trying to observe the situation inside the house from the crack in the door.
From his angle, he couldn't see anything, but he could hear the voices clearly.
The arrogant Voldemort showed no restraint in expressing his thoughts.
It seemed that Lucius and Narcissa were also in the room, having come here after leaving the Quidditch Stadium.
"To fight for the Dark Lord is Draco's honor."
Lucius's voice sounded excited, and Narcissa echoed his words, but Draco Malfoy, the person in question, remained silent.
Until Voldemort spoke again...
"So, Draco, are you ready to offer your life?"
"Wait... wait, Dark Lord..." Lucius's voice suddenly turned dry.
"I might have... misheard... Draco, he just helped you kill Dumbledore."
"You didn't mishear, Lucius," Voldemort said calmly, "It was only after Dumbledore died that I realized something. It seems this wand is of no use to me."
Voldemort seemed to stand up, his voice changing direction.
"This legendary Elder Wand, which should have shown its miracles, I thought long and hard... and finally found the answer.
"The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its previous master. It was you who killed Dumbledore, Draco."
A stifling sobbing sound came from the room.
"Master... Dark Lord... Draco did it to fulfill your command..."
Lucius's voice sounded as if it was being squeezed out of his throat, all the previous excitement gone.
"So you will receive the honor." Voldemort's voice was calm, "An honor that other Death Eaters will never possess."
A dull thud sounded in the room, as if someone had fainted, their head hitting the floor heavily.
That must have hurt.
"Answer me, Draco, are you willing to help me conquer this wand?"
Draco Malfoy remained silent, whether he was too scared to speak or had been silenced.
Because when Voldemort wanted to do something, he never consulted, only informed.
This time was no exception.
Something in the room burst, like a balloon, but quieter.
Then, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.
"Master, I believe Draco is not the master of the Elder Wand." Another voice, it was Snape.
"Are you opposing my opinion, Severus?" Voldemort's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction, as if something was crawling.
"I dare not." Snape said, "But Master, I was there that day. Dumbledore was killed by the Killing Curse in your wand, and Draco had nothing to do with it.
Or to say, how can a mere tool for transporting the wand earn the Elder Wand's recognition?"
The rustling crawling sound in the room disappeared, as if Voldemort found Snape's words reasonable.
"Then Severus, if I had killed Dumbledore, why wouldn't the Elder Wand submit to me?"
"I believe... Dumbledore was not the true master of the Elder Wand." Snape's voice was calm.
"Then who is its master?"
"I believe... Grindelwald!"
...
(End of Chapter)
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