The next day, after our battle with the Death Eaters, the newspapers were full of headlines about the Death Eaters, the attack, and the Dragon Cult. They also reported on the disappearance of several respected people, but many readers understood where these people had gone and became our allies.
Lily was very upset when she recovered from the shock of the battle; she had never killed anyone before.
"Lily, is something wrong?" I asked, approaching and hugging the girl sitting in the chair.
"Al, this is all scaring me. Can't we do this without killing anyone?" the girl asked naively.
"Sweetheart, kindness must be accompanied by fists, and we are far from being kind. We must have claws, fangs and a poisonous sting. Otherwise, we could be stabbed in the back by an enemy we left alive. Believe someone who has been through thousands of battles.
"It must have been hard for you..." What an amazing girl, to move so quickly from her own problems and start worrying about me? My heart warmed and I bit Lily's ear.
The girl laughed playfully, turned her head towards me, and covered my mouth with a kiss...
The rest of the summer was quiet and pleasant. Astoria and Daphne began to climb into my bed more and more often, and I woke up surrounded by girls' bodies. It took a lot of effort to restrain myself, but I couldn't deny myself the pleasure of caressing and teasing them.
The trip to school was uneventful. At the station, I saw the gloomy heir to Malfoy. Now he would become the head of the family when he turned 17. Until then, all the responsibilities of the family rested on his mother's shoulders.
The school welcomed us with a festive banquet. After the first-year students were assigned to their houses, the headmaster began his speech.
"I am delighted to welcome the new students to our school! I have some news for you all. First, the school Quidditch tournament... has been cancelled!
The students became agitated, many were dissatisfied, and some even shouted angry remarks. At our table, where I was sitting with my wives and Lily, who, by the way, should also be added to the list of wives, this news was only cause for joy.
"Quiet! There will be no Quidditch this year, as we have been honoured to host the Triwizard Tournament!
Now the hall was quite noisy, everyone began to enthusiastically discuss the news, but I didn't care again.
"I would also like to introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Alastor Moody! A former Auror who made an invaluable contribution to the battle against dark magic and creatures!
The door opened and a man entered the hall, his wounds bearing witness to many battles to the death. He limped, stepping with his healthy leg onto a prosthesis and leaning on a cane. His left eye was artificial and rolled in all directions, sometimes looking into his own eye socket. The scars on his face and hands commanded respect, but he seemed completely unnatural to me, I don't know why, but that's how it was.
People whispered about the legendary dark wizard, and someone remembered his nickname: "Mad-Eye" or "Squinty."
Sitting down at the teachers' table, he looked at his dishes and demonstratively threw them on the floor, taking a flask and a bag with his food out of his pocket.
Then there was a feast, after which everyone dispersed to their living rooms.
Classes continued, and the teachers and the caretaker began to bustle about in anticipation of the guests. Filch began to assign punishments for the slightest misdemeanour, forcing them to scrub the school until it sparkled. The professors decided to cram the entire course into the students' heads, afraid of embarrassing themselves in front of the visitors. The only places where there was no hustle and bustle were Dova's living room and Lily's lessons. The girl had a very interesting situation with her lessons. She managed to flirt with me unnoticed by everyone, showing off her gorgeous figure. As a rule, after her lessons, we would go from Hogwarts to my house, where I would teach the bad girl... But let's not talk about that.
The first lesson with Moody started quite interestingly. He entered the classroom, closing all the windows and doors with his wand.
"Put away your textbooks and get out your wands! I am Alastor Moody, former Auror. Dumbledore asked me to come here, the rest is none of your business! As for the dark forces, I only believe in practice! Who can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are? You! Malfoy? Why so sad?" Alastor grinned.
"Three, sir," Malfoy replied emotionlessly.
"Hmm, I had no doubt that the son... Never mind. Why are they called that?!"
"Because using them can get you sent to Azkaban." The blond said even more quietly.
"Right! Name them for me." The professor was clearly enjoying himself.
"Avada Kedavra, Crucio and Imperius..." Draco said almost in a whisper.
"Right! Imperius... How much trouble it caused the Ministry of Magic after the Dark Lord's fall. Many Death Eaters swore they were following the Dark Lord's orders under this spell..." Alastor glanced at Malfoy one last time.
He took the spider out of the jar, enlarged it, and cast a subjugation spell on it. In my opinion, this spell is useless. The victim, having free will, can break it, unlike my subjugation cry.
"What should we ask it to do? Dance?" - The spider began to move its legs, pretending to dance. "Pretend to be dead?" - The spider fell on its back and stopped moving. "Or... Drown himself?" The insect jumped into a bucket of acid and screamed in pain. "A nasty spell that subjugates the victim's will.
Then he showed us a torture spell, using it on the same spider, and then killed it with avada.
"In our lessons, you will try to resist the Imperius. Potter, come forward!
I stood up and went to the blackboard. Daphne looked worried, while Ron and Malfoy grinned, imagining what would happen next.
"Now, I will cast the Imperius Curse on you. Try to resist, even a little... Imperius!
A golden cloud flew out of the professor's wand, hit me, and scattered.
"Climb onto the desk and crow like a rooster," Moody said with a smile.
"He's ordering me?" I understand that he's doing this for educational purposes, but I don't like being ordered around!
"Seko!" Wabbajack appeared in my hands instantly, sending a cutting spell at Moody, who didn't lose his composure and closed himself with a Protego.
"Not bad, Mr. Potter! Commendable! Able to resist a spell of obedience and attack immediately? Perhaps you really are the chosen one! And the rest of you, remember: CONSTANT VIGILANCE! I got all these wounds in battles with mages or creatures. My eye! I lost it fighting a Death Eater! I lost my legs on a mission to clear the area of centaurs! Those creatures shot me in the knee with an arrow!
And then I laughed out loud, unable to hold it in, my laughter echoing loudly throughout the classroom.
"Oostolbeney!" Moody shouted, pointing his wand at me.
I was already lying on the floor, laughing hysterically and pounding my fists, remembering the Skyrim guards, all of them with their knees shot through. The spell bounced off my clothes, gaining strength, and flew back at Moody. However, he managed to duck. There was a loud bang and a crack. I raised my head to see Ron lying on the floor, hit by the reflected spell. A wave of laughter washed over me.
After laughing, I managed to get back to my seat and, seeing Daphne's questioning look, sent her memories of the Skyrim guards. Now we were both laughing. Moody tried to continue the lesson, ignoring us.
A month later, all the faculties led their students outside to meet the guests. The weather was terrible and rainy, but before we went out, I used a clear sky spell to dispel the clouds, so we stood in front of the castle without any problems.
The first to appear were the students of Beauxbatons, or rather, the female students. Their carriage, drawn by winged horses, descended from the sky and landed in front of us. A crowd of girls in light silk robes emerged from the carriage, followed by their headmistress, who, like our dead gamekeeper, was half a giant.
The girls were quite pretty, but I wasn't interested in them. However... One was half Veela and was drawing all the men's attention to herself. She tried to touch me, which I didn't like, of course. But I managed to shift my attention to the next guests.
A sturdy ship emerged from the centre of the black lake and sailed towards the pier. The Durmstrang students disembarked. They were dressed in fur coats and looked quite stern, but I liked them; they seemed like fun.
We entered the hall and took our seats. The headmaster stood near a pedestal with a cup from which a blue flame burned.
"And so, our guests have arrived. Allow me to introduce the students of Beauxbatons and their headmistress, Madame Olympe Maxime!
After these words, the girls entered the hall. Every five metres, they made an elegant bow to the sides, releasing magical butterflies. Beautiful, but again I feel a wave of charm from the blonde, whom I recognise as a Veela, and a pure-blood at that, which means she is deliberately releasing her aura...
"Our next guests are the proud sons of the north! Welcome the students of Durmstrang!" said the headmaster, inviting the guests.
The doors swung open with force, letting in a group of stern-looking men who marched in perfect step, beating out a rhythm with their staffs and sending sparks flying from the floor. Finishing their performance, they blew tongues of flame using their wands. I remembered how I was greeted by dragons and cultists in Skyrim.
Unable to resist, I stood up, turning Wabajek into a staff, struck the floor, sending a wave that swept through the hall, then exhaled a pillar of fire myself.
The silence in the hall was my answer, but then the Durmstrang students headed straight for us and sat down at Dov's table. The guests gave us a respectful but reserved nod, which I returned.
My girls paid no attention to the guests. Lily sat to my right, Daphne and Astoria to my left.
"Now, I will announce the rules of the tournament. Each school will send one champion to defend the honour of their school. The champion will be chosen by the Goblet of Fire, which will bind the candidate by contract. By decision of the judges, only those who have reached the age of seventeen may participate in the tournament!
"That's unfair!
"But why?!
"How can that be...
Chaos reigned in the hall. Many were unhappy that they would not be able to try to participate.
"Quiet! This decision was made by the judges. Many students have died during the tournament, which is why this rule was introduced! The headmasters and I have set an age limit of seventeen! Eternal glory and honour will be the reward for the winner of the tournament.
At the last words, I listened and smiled. I, Alduin, Son of the Three Great Ones, Devourer of the World, Scourge of Monarchs, and I can't win this tournament?! Well, I love glory and honour too.
I stood up and headed for the cup. My girls just sighed, knowing what was about to happen. The judges and directors looked at me with interest, not interfering with my actions. They decided to show the students what would happen to those who tried to pass and were not of the right age. Dumbledore couldn't tell me. The students watched me with interest. The redhead and the blond smiled, imagining how I would be disgraced when the barrier wouldn't let me through.
I took a piece of parchment out of my robe, bit my finger with my grown fangs, wrote my name in blood, took a step through the barrier, which was no obstacle to me, and calmly threw my name into the cup.
The blue flame raged, rising higher and higher until it looked like a fountain of fire, then calmed down.
Plunging the hall into silence for the second time that evening, I headed for my place at the table.
And then, it was a circus. After the banquet, the red-haired twins tried to cross the line, but it threw them back several metres. The same happened to the other students who tried to repeat my feat and who were under the age of seventeen.
The directors could do nothing; the only thing they understood was that I had done it. And I was in no hurry to tell them how.
The Durmstrang students reminded me of the Nordics. They weren't very smart, but they were tough, which was what I lacked in this society. The British were more pampered, and while that might suit the girls, the male population was a bunch of wimps. The only exceptions were Edward and Moody.
Well, let's see what this tournament has in store for me, because I have no doubt that I will be participating in it.
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