When Oberon released his Domain, he fell to his knees. It has exhausted almost his full reserve of Magic Energy.
Where Zoltan stood two things were left in the ground. A small red stone, Zoltan's Magic Core, and an envelope.
Normally, Wizards and Witches wouldn't drop a core. Although they have a core inside their body, it usually dissipates after the Wizard or Witch dies.
But Curse Users are different. Curse Users have contaminated their Magic Core with Cursed Energy, they are closer to a Cursed Spirit than a Wizard or Witch. That's the reason why they drop their Magic Core.
Oberon took both things and started reading the contents of the envelope. It was the Assassination Request from the German Ministry.
As he ended reading it, someone appeared.
"Oberon!" A woman shouted.
It was Vinda, she had come using the portkey after failing to contact the Acolytes stationed here.
"What happened?" She asked after seeing Oberon's shoulder.
"The Flesh Sculptor. It was an ambush. He was sent by the German Ministry." Oberon replied.
When Vinda heard him an explosion of Magic Aura swept the surroundings, and thorny vines and roses started growing from the ground.
'This pressure is no joke.' Oberon thought.
Vinda was a very high-semi-Special Grade Witch, nearly a Special Grade. The influence of her Magic Power in the surroundings was immense.
"Calm down Aunt Vinda. I have the request from the German Ministry. Even the International Confederation of Wizards can't avoid looking at this." Oberon said.
Vinda tranquillized herself and stopped releasing her Aura. Five Acolytes were already unconscious.
"This is our opportunity to solve the Salomon heirship problem." She commented.
Oberon returned to London and headed to the MOEG HQ. There, an agent was waiting for him.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Grindelwald Pendragon. My name is Sarah Graham. I will be in charge of assessing your mark for this mission." She said while bowing. "I, in the name of the Magic Order of Everlight Guardians, ask you to accept our sincerest apologies. We didn't know that the Illegal Cursed User Zoltan Bathory, aka the Flesh Sculptor, would be of High Grade instead of Low-semi-Special Grade."
"There is no problem. I can assume the MOEG will take that into account for my grading and my mark."
"Don't worry. Our special agents sent to evaluate your performance have seen every one of your actions, EVERY ONE." Sarah explained.
She pinched her finger and let a drop of blood fall in a white document on her desk. After that, she used a magic stamp and pressed the blood.
Words started to get written on the paper. After a few seconds, it ended and she handed Oberon the document.
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MISSION #5555501
MISSION RANK: Semi-Special Grade (High)
PERFORMER: Oberon Grindelwald Pendragon
SUPERVISOR: Sarah Graham
GRADE: Outstanding
OBSERVATIONS: The performer has done an incredible job for being in his first year of school. He was able to survive in the Domain of a semi-Special Grade Cursed User and even shatter and break said Domain. After that, he was inflicted with a curse and was able to get rid of it and of the Cursed User after unlocking his own Domain Expansion. All these facts, considering he was ambushed by the objective, have led the MOEG to grade the performer, Oberon Grindelwald Pendragon, with an Outstanding Grade and a revision of his own Grade as a Wizard.
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"The Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft will be notified of your results in the following days. Congratulations!" Sarah said.
Oberon bid farewells and returned to Hogwarts, the crucial moments of the first year were about to begin.
…
Oberon has been following Harry and Ron these days under the Disillusionment Charm and has discovered that along with Neville, they were going to enter tonight in the forbidden zone after hearing Snape arguing with Quirrell.
Oberon wouldn't let Harry nor lil' Voldy get the Philosopher Stone, one of the greatest creations in Magic History. Its uses and potential were unlimited.
He stood in front of the door, waiting for the Fool's Trio to come.
After some minutes, he could hear murmurs and steps. Really, they couldn't be more noisy.
"Harry, are you sure this is right? What if Professor Snape catches us?" Whispered the most frightened of the three, Neville.
"Don't worry Neville, I will let one of my clones in the entrance. It will tell me if someone comes." Ron said to calm Neville.
"Wait, guys. Something doesn't feel right." Harry said as a good protagonist.
"Dormio Somnus." Oberon chanted.
Both, Ron and Neville, fell to the floor unconscious. But Harry was able to resist the spell.
Oberon channelled his Innate Technique, Chronicle of Arcane Destiny, into his eyes and saw a fine film of Magic Energy surrounding Harry's body.
"Have you learned something new from Hagrid? It's a little rudimentary but works if you have sufficient Magic Energy to maintain it." Oberon commented.
"Why are you doing this, Oberon? Are you with Snape? Ron was right, you couldn't be trusted.
"I'm not with Professor Snape, who by the way is a very good man. I am here for the Philosopher's Stone, so why don't you wait here as I go to get it."
"No! I won't let you do it!" Harry said.
"And what will you do? You are not even capable of using your Innate Technique."
"But I can use Spells." Harry said. "Densaugeo!"
Oberon just cast a shield around him and waved his wand.
"Crucio."
Harry was hit with the Curse of Torture and began to convulse on the floor in excruciating pain.
"Obliviate."
As the Cruciatus Curse stopped, Harry lay unmoving on the floor having lost all memories from this event.
Oberon waved his hand to unlock the lock on the door and pushed open the door.
Inside it, a three-headed dog was waiting for him. His three heads were snarling at him.
"Fluffy, be a good boy and don't move," Oberon said as he unlocked his Magic Aura.
His pressure was no joke for Fluffy. After all, he was using a Holy Attribute aura and he was of semi-Special Grade.
After unlocking his Domain and gaining a great enlightenment, his Magic Reserves exploded.
Something that felt like a barrier containing the water in a dam broke and let his Magic Power grow free.
It was also more refined than before. Now one drop of his actual Magic Power was equivalent to a hundred from before.
But he was in the lower rankings of semi-Special Rank. He may pose a difficult fight against his Aunt Vinda, but in the end, she will be the one to win.
She had far more experience and a more refined Domain. Oberon may have a bigger and more refined (maybe) Magic Power, but she was closer to being acknowledged as a Special Grade Witch by the World.
Fluffy lowered his head and retreated to the end of the room, trying to be as far away from Oberon as possible.
Oberon opened the trapdoor and jumped.
He fell onto the Devil's Snare, which started grabbing his feet and entangling his legs.
He could just relax and pass through it, but he didn't have the time or the patience.
With his still free hands, he summoned the Holy Sword Excalibur and channelled a spell through it, amplifying it.
"Inferno Diabolica."
When Oberon thrusted Excalibur in the Devil's Snare, the spell was released.
The blue fire rapidly spread and in a few seconds, nothing more than ashes were left.
Next, he went to the room full of flying keys and with a wave of his wand he cast another spell.
"Petrificus totalus maxima."
A tidal wave of the Body Freezing Curse made all the keys stop mid-flight and fall to the floor.
Oberon just picked the old and rusty one and opened the door.
"I hated this one," Oberon commented, glancing around the new room. It was full of life-size magical chess pieces, each one exuding an air of silent menace.
As he approached the door, the statues came to life, drawing their weapons in a synchronized attempt to warn Oberon not to pass. He just sighed and raised his hand. In an instant, countless holy swords materialized around him. Sweatdrops seemed to form on the stone faces of the chess pieces.
When Oberon lowered his hand, the swords launched forward, impaling every piece with precise accuracy. All except the Queen, who miraculously dodged the onslaught and leapt toward Oberon, her blade aimed at his heart.
In the split second, before she struck, Oberon raised his wand. A shimmering shield manifested, blocking her attack.
"Innate Technique: Chronicle of Arcane Destiny – Seer's Gaze."
Oberon's eyes shone with a strange light, and he saw all the possible future attacks of the Queen Piece. Her movements, her strategies, every flicker of her blade was laid bare before him.
He waved his hands in the air, as if weaving something. Suddenly, the Queen Piece that was in the air ready to strike Oberon ended up crashing into one of the pillars in the room.
Oberon dusted himself off and headed to the next room.
He had already killed the Trolls that were supposed to be here so just a normal Mountain Troll was there.
The Troll turned to attack Oberon, but then it smelled something – the blood of its king.
The Troll dropped its club and ran to hide.
"Sorry mate, but I have to kill you. The key to the door is inside you." Oberon said.
The Troll, as if it could understand Oberon, put its hand through its stomach and pulled out a bloody key from inside.
"Thanks, I guess…" Oberon said as he took it after casting a cleaning spell on it.
Before going, he used the Vulnera Sanentur spell and healed it a little.
The Potion Riddle was next.
Oberon didn't try deciphering it or taking the potion that he remembered from the books; he just did what he was the best at.
"Protego Diabolica."
A shield of blue fire surrounded Oberon. When he passed through the black flames blocked the door.
The black flames did nothing to Oberon, in fact, the fire from the shield devoured and burned the weak black flames.
He walked down the stairs and met Professor Quirrell in front of the Mirror of Erised.
"I know Master. He wasn't supposed to be here. It should be the boy." Quirrell said like he was talking with someone.
"What? Is your master angry because he couldn't see his Nº1 Idol Harry Potter?" Oberon said mockingly. "I didn't know lil' Voldy was so much of a fanboy."
"Y-Yes Master." Quirrell said while trembling.
He undid his garlic-smelly turban and turned around.
"You have a very big mouth for being a child talking with a Special Grade Wizard." Voldemort said.
"And I can understand you very well, the wonders of a nose! If I were you, I would try to remember it very well."
Voldemort frowned and started launching spells.
"Avada Kedavra."
"Crucio."
"Avada Kedavra."
Oberon dodged them.
"For being a Special Grade, your spells are very bad. Did you forget to learn the basics and even tried to be a professor at Hogwarts?" Oberon said.
It seems that being in Quirrell's body has lowered Voldemort's prowess.
"I thought you would be stronger. Haven't you drunk enough Unicorn's blood?"
Voldemort was very angry.
He was the Dark Lord and a boy no more than twelve years old has already laughed at him four times.
If he had a body he would have already tortured him and left him with a broken mind. But he only had the frail body of this stupid Half-Blood.
He won't be able to use his Innate Technique more than one time, two if he drinks the last of Unicorn's Blood he has before losing this body and turning into a parasitic ghost again.
Voldemort possessing Quirrell clapped his hands together.
"Innate Cursed Technique: Maledictus Venum Deus!" Voldemort said.
Voldemort's (Quirrell) shadow started expanding under his feet until it covered five meters around him while also turning into a green shade.
'F*ck this body. If I was in my prime it would cover a small city.' Voldy thought.
"Maledictus Venum Deus – Wrath of the Sly Snake King"
Multiple snakes started forming in his shadow and launching toward Oberon.
'I can't let that touch me.' Oberon thought, and he was right.
Wherever the snakes landed, it started turning into green dust.
He summoned a holy sword and threw it to impale a small snake that tried to crawl his foot.
"Really? This is all you can do?" Oberon asked as he summoned a giant holy sword that he threw toward Voldemort's shadow.
It didn't destroy it, but clearly weakened it. Oberon has the attribute advantage.
"Stupid kid! You brought yourself this!" Voldemort said as he drank the contents of a small vial from inside his robe.
"Domain Expansion: Fallen Kingdom of the Wicked Gods"
In an instant Voldemort's shadow expanded and created a barrier, trapping him and Oberon inside the Domain.
His Domain truly reflected his personality.
It looked like a ruined world, full of broken buildings and what looked like statues of gods.
The air was more than poisonous, even being in contact with it was enough to make your skin rot and your internal organs melt.
But thanks to his Holy Energy, he was able to resist the cursed ambient.
Cries of agony that would drive anyone insane never stopped to sound.
From the sky covered with green and red clouds, Voldemort descended.
"You like what you see?" He said. "I hope you do because it will be the last thing you see before you die."
Voldemort made some signs with his hands and all the statues in this wicked world came to life.
'This is dangerous!' Oberon thought.
He has seen what they could do if they touch him with his Innate Technique.
'This is truly the perfect domain for him.'
If one of these abominations touched him, with each being Grade 1 Cursed Spirits (Shikigami), his soul would get damaged and maybe sucked.
Oberon just did the only thing one could do to counterattack, summon his own domain.
"Domain Expansion: Radiant Sovereignty of the Celestial Lake"
Oberon's open Domain started expanding inside Voldemort's one.
It looked like Oberon was devouring it, and it wasn't wrong. Oberon's Domain Holy Energy was perfect for Voldemort's cursed and putrid one.
But Oberon's control over his Domain wasn't as good as Voldemort's.
It wasn't strange. He just unlocked his Domain Expansion a few weeks ago, while Voldemort was a refined Wizard that has had a Domain Expansion for years. Even if he was now reduced to semi-Special Grade and in the body of a Grade 1 Wizard (Professor Quirrell), he still had the expertise and skill of a great Cursed Wizard.
'This is not enough! I need more!' Oberon thought as he tried to resist Voldemort's corrupted power and expand his Domain.
While fighting, he took out the Holy Sword Excalibur and raised it in the air.
"Maximum: Eternal Sword of Avalon."
A giant holy sword made of the purest Holy Energy manifested above him.
He moved his sword and made a slash motion directed at Voldemort.
Sensing great danger coming from that sword, Voldemort controlled his Shikigami and used them as meat shields.
But it didn't do much.
As long as Oberon was inside his Domain, even if it wasn't properly established, he would be empowered by Camelot and its beliefs.
It may not be enough to fight a veteran semi-Special Grade, but it was more than enough to overpower a weakened Voldemort.
The Holy Slash reached Voldemort and cut his body in half, breaking his Domain.
The fact that his body was already rotting after using his Domain Expansion didn't help at all. Clearly, Professor Quirrell was no more, his soul already consumed by Voldemort to extend his limited time.
A black spectral being, half snake-half human came out of Quirrell/Voldemort's cut body.
"YOU! DAMMED BRAT! YOU WON'T ESCAPE ALIVE AFTER THIS! I AM LORD VOLDEMORT, THE GREAT DARK LORD THAT DOMINATED GREAT BRITAIN!"
Oberon just looked at him and laughed like his life depended on it.
"Dark lord you say…you weren't even able to kill a f*cking baby and you dare to call yourself a Dark Lord." Oberon said as he combed his hair back with his hand. "I am gonna show you what's the minimum requirement to be a Dark Lord."
Oberon unsummoned Excalibur and clapped his hands like he was going to pray while he closed his eyes. Threads of Magic Energy came out of his hands and arms.
"Maximum: Supernal Prophecy"
The threads fused with the surrounding Magic Energy turning it into more threads.
Voldemort, as a former Special Grade Wizard, could sense that something wasn't right. The Magic energy in the air was starting to break havoc.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Voldemort shouted desperately.
Oberon opened his eyes which were shining like a pair of moons surrounded by stars.
"The Sundering of the Immortal that Feared Death." Oberon said.
The threads of fate started entangling Voldemort's spectre form and fusing with him.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
A strange light shined from inside Voldemort's body and started expanding like a cracked crystal.
"AAAGGHHH!!" Voldemort screamed in pain.
His whole body was covered in cracks of light and his end was near.
"Bye bye." Oberon said. "I hope the next time I see you you have your own body (and nose)."
The light exploded and Voldemort's piece of soul was shattered and destroyed.
The entire room was destroyed after their fight, the only thing remaining unbroken was the Mirror of the Erised.
He made his Fate Energy flow through his eyes to see past the illusions the Mirror cast to keep the seekers away.
He was able to see the Philosopher's Stone standing on a stone pillar.
He inserted his hand inside the Mirror and took out the thing he risked his life for.
Taking advantage of the situation, Oberon decided to take some things as a souvenir.
He took out one of his reduced trunks charmed with the Extension Charm and started throwing inside some things like the Mirror of the Erised, Quirrell's body and wand.
After packing everything that he thought could be useful in the future he reduced again the trunk and went back to his dormitory.
…
The next day he woke up for breakfast and spent most of his time with his friends.
Today, the House Cup winner will be announced and Oberon don't know what sort of tricks Dumbledore will pull to make Harry and Gryffindor win.
Night fell and every student was in the Great Hall. Each of them, including the professors, were waiting to know the winner.
Only Dumbledore know the points each house has as the log with all the information is kept in a book in his office.
Making sure everyone was here, Dumbledore got up from his seat and cleared his throat.
"Hem, Hem…Hello everyone. Tonight, the winner of the House Cup will be announced and bathed in glory, remembered by all the students in Hogwarts forever." He said.
Until now Slytherin has been the winner for six consecutive years, but Oberon has been keeping the points in check and knew Ravenclaw will be the winner this year.
He wasn't really interested in winning as there was no reward for it, but the simple fact of spoiling Dumbledore's plans made him the happiest.
"In fourth place, Hufflepuff with 356 points."
Everyone clapped, although the Hufflepuff students weren't very happy with this year's outcome.
"In third place, Gryffindor with 412 points."
"In second place…Slytherin with 461 points."
Even though they clapped, the face of the little snakes wasn't very good. They have lost their winning streak.
"And in the first place, Ravenclaw! With a total of 514 points."
Everyone applauded joyfully.
Ravenclaw wasn't very keen on winning. Everyone thought the same as Oberon, there wasn't any gain from it. They would better study or investigate something.
But no one could deny that winning the House Cup made every Ravenclaw happy.
"But!" Dumbledore interrupted.
"There have been a series of events that will change the current result. Some students of Gryffindor have demonstrated their…"
"Wait!" Oberon said as he got up from his seat.
"What's the matter, Mr. Grindelwald?" Dumbledore said while frowning.
"Don't everyone think that it is very unjust that the points change having ended the school year, with every exam finished?" Oberon commented.
Most people were dumbfounded. What was happening?!
"But Mr. Grindelwald, it is my duty as Headmaster to reward the efforts of my students." Dumbledore said. "And I would like to give Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Longbottom 50 points each."
"And why would that be?" Oberon asked.
"The three of them have proved their bravery standing up against the evil last night!" Dumbledore explained.
"That's a lie." A student from Hufflepuff said. It was Susan Bones.
"What's the matter, Mrs. Bones?" Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff, asked.
"Yesterday I woke up to eat something at night and found those three sleeping on the floor in front of the kitchen." She said.
"Do you have any proof, Mrs. Bones?" Dumbledore asked surprised.
Yesterday he needed to go out because of some political matters and left the surveillance to Snape.
Everything should have gone according to his plan. Why were those three sleeping on the floor late at night?
"She may not have it, but I do!" Oberon said.
With a wave of his wand, a series of pictures of the three sleeping on the floor and the House Elves' testimonies appeared in front of everyone.
Deciding to help his most talented student, Professor Flitwick stood up and supported Oberon.
"Headmaster, I think that what these students are saying is true." He said.
"I also think the same." Professor Sprout said.
Dumbledore didn't know what to say.
"Harry, Ron, Neville… Do you have something to say?" Dumbledore asked.
All three were slow to react.
They don't know what to think.
They didn't know why, but the three of them remembered going to the forbidden corridor on the third floor and they remembered meeting there and opening the door. But the next thing was them waking up in front of the kitchen.
"No Headmaster…We don't have anything to say." Harry said as he lowered his head.
"Well, due to the current testimonies and situation I will withdraw my previous words" Dumbledore said. "The official winners of this year's House Cup are Ravenclaw!"
Everyone cheered for them and the professors waved their wands, decorating the Great Hall with Ravenclaw banners and blue and bronze, their colours, and decorations.
Professor Flitwick got up and congratulated Oberon as he was responsible for most of the points awarded to Ravenclaw along with Hermione.
…
After the party, in the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore sat on his armchair watching the fireplace burn.
"It seems your plan was spoiled by an eleven-year-old boy. May it be that you are getting old?" A man with black, straight and greasy hair said.
"As friendly as always Snape. It's good to see that you don't change." Dumbledore said. "Do you know where the Philosopher's Stone is?"
"Maybe." Snape replied.
"I understand your grudge with the Potter boy, but letting Mr. Grindelwald get the Philosopher's Stone was a very uncareful move, don't you think?"
As Dumbledore spoke, a powerful pressure was emitted with him as the center.
It was not only as if a mountain was on top of Snape's shoulders, but a powerful heat also swept the room. Even the previous Headmasters on the paintings hid in fear.
Snape, in response, released a pressure of his own. It wasn't at the level of Dumbledore, but it was enough to lift himself of the restraint.
"Hmmh!" Snape just grunted and went out of the office.
Dumbledore kept looking at the fireplace. It didn't produce any heat, but looking at it calmed him.
"I am getting old." He said after a long silence. "But I can't leave this world while the Alliance is rising again, even more after that half-assed assassination plan Germany prepared."
"Chirp!" Fawkes said.
"I don't know friend. Snape isn't ready yet."