Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)-Chapter 185

The time has come to say goodbye to this story.

I don't want to stretch it out to the point of ruining it, so it's better to give it a proper ending. I won't lie: I feel a little pang of sadness finishing my first story. It's been a long journey, and along the way, my inexperience really showed.

The beginning? Well... it's a disaster. Ha! And still, it's my story.

Over time, the initial excitement started to fade. I began writing more for the readers than for the vision I originally had, and in the end, it became something very different from what I first dreamed.

But despite everything changing, one thing stayed constant: the humor never left.

If I left any loose ends, let me know. I'll make a special to tie them up in the best way I can. The main story ends here, but there's still so much to tell. I have so many ideas"especially with Stephen's kids. I've got material for 50 more Chapters and I already want to start writing them.

That's why I want to close this arc before I mess it up. This isn't a final goodbye"it's just a "see you later."

We'll keep reading each other.

Don't forget I have two other novels"

One is literally the epitome of bizarre in the One Piece universe, and the other is more serious, blending the dark worlds of Harry Potter and Skyrim.

..............

"It's strange to have you all gathered here," commented Dumbledore, raising an eyebrow as he watched the Flamel siblings dragging a confused Harry down the Hogwarts hallway like he was being taken to court.

"Aren't you supposed to be busy building the new magic country, Supreme Sorcerer?" Stephen asked with a mocking smile.

"Well, in addition to being Supreme Sorcerer, I'm still the headmaster of this school," replied Dumbledore calmly"right before popping a candy into his mouth with the finesse of someone clearly not doing his job.

"Doesn't matter. Harry challenges you to a duel," said Wanda suddenly, like she was giving an order during a covert mission.

"Wait, WHAT?!" yelped Harry, startled, looking at his sister like she'd just offered him as a sacrifice to a basilisk.

Even Dumbledore froze, the candy floating midair.

"I think... we should explain," Natasha quickly intervened.

"We need the Elder Wand for an experiment," said Stephen, staring intently at Dumbledore.

"May I ask... what kind of experiment?" the headmaster asked, now a bit more serious.

"To defeat the monster that's coming, we believe Harry has to unlock his full power. And the Deathly Hallows seem to be key," Tony explained in his classic tired scientist tone.

"We've got the cloak, the stone... we just need the wand," Stephen added.

Dumbledore stared at them silently for a few seconds, then sighed.

"You could just ask to borrow it," he offered with a diplomatic smile.

"You know it doesn't work like that," Stephen said, tilting his head.

"Seriously? I have to duel the headmaster?" asked Harry, pale as a ghost.

"Obviously."

"Of course."

"Exactly."

"Kick his butt, Harry!"

"Yup."

"Well... I've got a few minutes to spare. I accept the duel," said Dumbledore, smiling as if this was a coffee break.

"Ugh... I don't wanna," groaned Harry.

...

Minutes later, an empty classroom had been turned into an improvised dueling arena. Everyone watched with anticipation.

"KICK HIS BUTT, HARRY!" Wanda shouted, waving her arms like she was at a concert.

Dumbledore smiled calmly, like a kindly grandfather.

"Will he do it?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sure."

"Begin!" Stephen announced enthusiastically.

Harry gulped.

"Expelliarmus!" he shouted, more in fear than in confidence.

To his surprise, Dumbledore's wand flew from his hand and landed on the ground with a harmless thud.

"Looks like I lost," Dumbledore said with a shrug.

"Tsk, I knew it," Tony muttered.

"Predictable. Evil Dumbledore had more strategy," Stephen commented.

"Hit him anyway!" yelled Wanda, until Natasha gave her a little smack.

"I'm not gonna get in the way of kids trying to save the world," Dumbledore said as he walked away.

...

The siblings gathered around the three Hallows. Everyone stared at Harry like he was a toaster about to power on.

"Even if you stare at me like that... I have no idea what to do," said Harry.

"What if he eats them?" Wanda suggested seriously.

"Well, I don't think it works that way... although..." Stephen copied her pensive tone.

"Enough jokes!" Natasha interrupted.

"Besides, the stone's still broken," Tony said, inspecting it with his wand.

"I got it!" Loki shouted, drawing everyone's attention.

Minutes later, Harry was wearing the Invisibility Cloak, holding the Elder Wand... and sporting a makeshift crown with the stone stuck in it. He looked like the king of confused ghosts.

Nothing happened.

"It was just a theory," Loki shrugged.

"Maybe the stone needs to be fixed," said Tony.

"And how do you fix a Death Stone?" asked Wanda.

"By killing someone?" Loki proposed.

"Can someone explain what the hell we're even doing?" Harry protested.

Stephen sighed and explained about the Dark God and the need to awaken Harry's power.

"So... shouldn't I take off the weird glasses with the seal you put on me?" Harry asked.

"Ah..." Stephen's eyes went wide.

"What an idiot!" Wanda laughed.

"Take them off!" Tony ordered.

Harry did. As soon as his fingers touched the Stone, it lit up intensely. The three Hallows floated and spun around him, wrapped in magical light...

...then all dropped to the ground with a disappointing clunk.

"Now what...?" asked Harry.

"No clue," they all said in unison.

"Do you feel anything weird?" asked Stephen.

"Honestly... no."

"Great. Harry's broken. We're all gonna die," said Wanda dramatically.

"We'll find another way," Tony replied, shrugging.

"Getting the powers of the God of Death was never going to be easy," Loki added, arms crossed.

"I want food. We've been running around all day," Wanda complained, getting up from the floor.

They left Natasha's office as she pondered the failure. But when Harry crossed the doorway, he suddenly stopped.

"What is it, Harry?" Wanda asked.

Everyone turned around.

"I can see... the same as that day. Auras. Around all the students. Grey... and black," Harry said, scanning the room.

"Auras?" Stephen asked.

"Yeah."

"What about us?" Tony asked.

Harry looked at them and shook his head.

"You don't have any."

"Looks like his ability awakened, even if we don't understand what he's seeing yet," said Stephen seriously. "Who has black auras?"

"Not many. Just those two," said Harry, pointing at two Slytherin students.

Stephen stared at them and snapped his fingers. A golden bolt struck the pair. They screamed in panic and ran off down the hall.

"Their auras turned gray," said Harry.

"Then it's true," Stephen smiled. "You can see the lifespan."

...

In a faraway place, a man cloaked in darkness walked with a deranged smile toward one of the world's most powerful countries.

Suddenly, a light portal opened in front of him.

The Flamel brothers stepped out, their faces grim.

"How did you find me?" the man growled.

"We placed a tracker on you last time," Stephen replied, a glint of threat in his gaze, arms crossed while the wind blew his cloak as if even the atmosphere knew something important was about to happen.

"What are you looking for here?" he asked seriously.

"I just wanted to make it burn a little..." the dark man murmured resentfully, although his crazed smile completely betrayed him.

"And what's your name today? The God of Chaos, the Shadow of the Void, the Son of Perdition?" Tony asked sarcastically, stepping out of the portal while calibrating his magical-tech gauntlet.

"Oh, I like it... The Herald of the End. Pretty fancy, don't you think?"

"Yes, very dramatic," Natasha scoffed, her daggers ready. Beside her, Wanda levitated, her eyes glowing with crimson energy.

"I want to say my epic line!" Loki protested, shoving Stephen to take center stage.

"Later," they all responded in unison.

The air grew denser. The sky above them darkened as if the world itself responded to the man's malevolent aura.

"Do you really think you can stop me? I am the forgotten god, thanks to the existence of witches and wizards in this world. If I want to extinguish them, it's my right. The shadows obey me. Death is my ally."

"I don't think so. We have someone on our side who answers to death," Stephen replied gravely.

The Herald frowned. "What are you talking about, thief?"

"I think he's talking about me," Harry intervened, stepping out of the same portal with the Deathly Hallows as accessories. His eyes glowed with a faint white light, and each step he took made the ground whisper magic.

"Ready for your first epic confrontation, brother?" Wanda asked, smiling excitedly.

"No, but I'm doing it anyway," Harry replied, gripping the Elder Wand. Around him, the Cloak fluttered as if alive, and the Resurrection Stone gleamed, embedded in a black chain hanging from his neck.

"Let the party begin!" Loki shouted, raising his arms.

The battle was brutal.

Bolts of pure magic tore through the air, the earth trembled with each spell, and portals opened and closed, shifting the battlefield across parallel dimensions. Each of the Flamel brothers attacked with surgical precision while Harry advanced, surrounded by the three Deathly Hallows spinning like protective satellites.

The Herald laughed, though he was retreating.

"This can't be! I am immortal!"

"Enough of your monologues!" Wanda screamed, striking him with a wave of chaos.

"It's for messing with our brothers!" Natasha added, charging with killer speed.

Then, in the midst of everything, Harry's voice rose, clear.

"I see your aura!"

The man froze. For a moment, his silhouette was covered in black mist, corrupted, while Harry's wand seemed to have caught something. It wasn't a shadow like the one surrounding him. It was something more. It was as though he could feel his soul being held.

"Attack there!" Harry shouted, as he seemed to be exerting all his effort to keep the aura visible for everyone.

Stephen, Tony, Wanda, Loki, and Natasha didn't hesitate. They channeled their combined magic, and with one final burst of energy, they unleashed the finishing attack.

A deathly silence fell. Then, the shadow exploded into a dark cloud that dissolved into the wind.

Harry fell to his knees, breathing heavily. The Deathly Hallows returned to their inert form, as if their task had been completed.

"Are you alright?" Stephen asked, helping him to his feet.

"Yes," Harry replied.

The silence was absolute. The residual energy from the battle crackled in the air, as if the world itself were trying to catch its breath.

From the place where the man had once been, only a trembling shadow remained, like a flame that refused to be extinguished.

But then, from the center of that darkness, a distorted, skeletal figure emerged, with chains of souls hanging from its body, remnants of all the lives it had corrupted.

"No...! No! This can't end like this! I was eternal! I WAS!"

A circle of fire opened beneath its feet. Black flames, burning like damnation, enveloped it with roars that were not of this world. "Thousands of them" voices screamed its name with hatred, as if hell itself remembered it.

"Your sentence... has come," Stephen murmured solemnly.

The creature was dragged into the abyss, screaming as its body and soul were torn apart. The earth sealed with a dry explosion, and the echo of its maddening laughter faded like a candle in the wind.

In the calm that followed, a soft glow emerged from the same place. A translucent, ethereal figure floated gently toward Harry. It was the soul of a man... one who had been trapped within the sixth.

His face was bathed in tears of relief.

"Thank you... for freeing me... I couldn't resist... I couldn't stop him..."

"It wasn't your fault," Harry said, his voice heavy with compassion.

The soul nodded, with a serene smile. Then it looked at everyone, especially Natasha, Wanda, and Stephen.

"Protect this world..."

And then, its form shone brightly. Thousands of light particles rose toward the sky like fireflies, merging with the stars.

Wanda wiped away a tear without saying anything. Natasha lowered her head in respect. Loki simply watched, in rare reverent silence.

Stephen closed his eyes for a moment. Then he spoke:

"At last, he found peace... surely someone is waiting for him."

Harry looked up at the starry sky.

......

"So, Harry? Finally, you'll have a normal year at school. Are you happy?" Stephen asked, with a mischievous smile, nudging his brother as they walked through the halls.

"I always think the next year will be normal... but with the existence of you all, that's literally impossible," Harry replied with a resigned smile.

"Hey! At least we keep you alive," Stephen quickly retorted. "We defeated the final villain, we have our own magical country, we're signing peace treaties with other nations..."

"And we have beautiful girlfriends," Wanda interrupted, raising an eyebrow proudly.

"Now we can relax and live a peaceful life in our own magical world," Stephen said, smiling with optimism.

It was at that precise moment that they all stopped suddenly. They turned in unison and looked back with alert expressions.

"DADA!" shouted a baby, crawling at full speed straight toward Stephen, with a silly grin and drool included.

Behind the baby, two teenagers were running desperately trying to catch up. They were the fake versions of Natasha and Harry.

"Shit, it's the uncles!" said the fake Natasha, coming to a screeching halt.

"And my dad! Run! We'll catch him later!" shouted the fake Harry, carrying the fake Natasha like a sack of potatoes and running off in the opposite direction.

Stephen put a hand to his forehead with a "I can't anymore" expression.

"Right... We still have to survive the future," he muttered with a sigh and a clear headache beginning.