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Word Count 1900
The orignial chapter is 4000 word count. I have found that anything over 3000 word count is just too long to keep scrolling on WebNovel. It takes forever to get to the end and if the app resets you have to keep scrolling back to find where you were. Much more simpler to cut up the chap, so people (Like Me) don't just get lost in the text. And i hate it when authors don't put titles on chaps and its just numbers. I mean come on! It can't be that hard.
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~ Slytherin Common Room.
Draco Malfoy was sitting in his room looking at the letter that arrived this morning with a complicated expression. It was a letter from his mother. His mother that abandoned her family.
This was not the first letter he had received. They were ones that she has previously set. The first one was her apologizing for leaving him.
At that moment he wanted to burn the letter to ashes, he had pointed his wand at it, but couldn't say the spell. For some reason unknown to him, he just couldn't.
Then another letter arrived. This time Narcissa told him everything about the Black Family and Malfoy Family deal. She didn't mention anything about the current situation with Harry being the Lord. But all past deals she revealed to her son, hoping to educate and broaden his mind.
Draco now knew how much money his father used from the Black Family Vault, that were taken out under the pretense that he would be Lord Black. And the price the previous Lord Malfoy paid to arrange the marriage with Lucius and Narcissa.
He understood that his parents never really loved each other. It was a business transaction. It explained a lot about the things that he was wondering. Why they stayed in different rooms, why they were so cold to each other yet were all smiles at pureblood gatherings.
Recently she had begun sending him pictures. Parures of the world outside Wizarding Britain. London, Paris, Rome, Prague. The muggle slums that he thought weren't there. Tall buildings, lights, strange carriages and so much more.
Draco stared blankly at the latest photos. He didn't know what to think. He was a Malfoy, he was better than everybody else. Yet he also knew his mother would never lie to him, she has never lied to him before.
But there is always one more thing, in every second letter she explicitly tells him to avoid Harry Potter. Mentioning his status in other countries and that they treat him like a Dark Lord.
He might be only twelve, but he wasn't suicidal. If a student his age can kill full grown wizards he was staying far away from them
Draco sighs and decides to go for a walk to clear his mind. He leaves his room and goes up the stairs entering the common room.
The Common Room was a dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. This dungeon extended partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. The common room had lots of low backed leather sofas and dark wood cupboards. The walls were decorated with tapestries featuring the famous Medieval Slytherins and some of their adventures.
Students were sitting around in the sofas in their own little groups. Playing poker, spreading gossip and exchanging information.
Every action is observed by others. You must always carry yourself in a certain way, because if you show any weakness the others will use it against you. Both his father and mother have taught him how Slytherin House operates and how to carry himself.
He calmly started to walk towards the exit, ignoring everybody. He was not approached, with the hit to his family finances, there was a change in the hierarchy among Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy was no longer the top dog.
The fathers instructed their children to cause trouble for Malfoy, any damage to the Malfoy name was good news for them. But it was still the start of the new year. So many didn't want to bother with it right away, there were plenty opportunities in the future.
Just as Draco touched the door to leave a balloon suddenly appeared above the door and popped. Red and yellow dust fell on top of Draco, creating a dust cloud around his head
"Cough. Cough. What in the bloody HELL!!" Malfoy ran out of the dust cloud, swinging his arms around.
The other students were surprised and jumped from their seats, but the next moment they all burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" Draco frowned at them, he understood they were laughing at him, but a simple dust cloud and small misfortune shouldn't trigger this kind of reaction.
"Malfoy look at the mirror" an upperclassmen pointed at a mirror while he was slouched and his hand on his knee form laughing too much.
Draco looked at the mirror and his eyes widened. 'My hair! My glorious blond hair!!'
His hair was dyed and styled. His blond locks were painted red with an even deeper golden blond at some parts. And his hair stuck up and was moving like a real fire. It was obvious who was the culprit. Red and yellow, Gryffindor colors.
"WHEASLEY!!!!!!"
The students with instructions from their fathers looked at each other with a smile on their faces. 'We don't even need to do anything. Malfoy is just going to embarrass himself'
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Draco Malfoy wasn't the only one having a hard time. 250 kilometers away Rustle Family was in a lot of trouble. Due to the massive loss of their lower level members, now even the High Class have to step in to finish basic missions. They also got rid of quite a few assassins which seams to have scared off most of them off.
But that didn't do anything to improve their mood. The Captain following along for this mission was John McQueen. And he was very, very angry. His footsteps left small cracks in the ground due to him not controlling his mana properly.
And his anger was understandable from their point of view. They were Captains in the organization. Right below the boss. Their job was defense or offence, only stepping in when it was time for the big guns to enter the battle. And now they were doing grunt work, because apparently Oliver pissed off somebody that he shouldn't have.
'I should be in my room sipping on a martini getting serviced by my maid. Yet now I'm dragging these useless wankers like a parent dragging a spoiled toddler. Can't even handle a few ordinary assassins.'
"How long until we reach the location" McQueen asked his officer who was walking behind him, another one was in front of him, both were on the look out for any snipers or traps.
"About one more hour Captain"
The Captian nodded and they continued on their way. He would have preferred just to teleport the materials back. But that was an unnecessary risk. If by some chance someone were to trace back the teleportation coordinate, and break through their barrier while they are at it, they could send a bomb.
Or they could capture one of their Officers strap a bomb to him and let him teleport back through the barrier. Since they were under attack they didn't want to take any chances. Hence this method of transportation.
Even if it was very irritating.
The group continued walking for another thirty minutes before McQueen suddenly stop "Nobody move" he called out in a loud enough tone so that everyone would hear him, but not enough to be a shout.
"Captain?" One of the officers had a questioning look on his face.
McQueen narrowed his eyes searching the surroundings "We are not alone"
"No you are not" a young voice sitting on a tree. Everybody looked towards the tree and in that exact moment four big purplish beams of light shot in the sky. They quickly connected to from a cube then barriers formed between the lines. 'Perfect Cube. Sounds much better than 'Four Violet Flames Formation' though to be fair it sounds hella sick in Japanese. 'Shishienjin' '
With the four clones outside the barrier finishing setting it up, they started to lay down wards in the area. This time he did something new, he created a few combat wards. That will affect anyone inside except the one who placed them.
The original usually used as a death trap, they gather a bunch of people and just place down depuff wards and boom. Naturally the wards won't affect them since they are outside and are the ones who placed it.
But since Harry has clones, he technically was the one to place them so the wards ignored the Harry that was inside this barrier. ' Technically right, the best kind of right' Harry smiled as he fell down from the tree. The group of people quickly got into formation
"So you are him, the brat that got Reginald" McQueen cracked his knuckles, that instantly made Harry frown. 'Possible close range fighter. Unexpected, then again they are a crime syndicate. I assumed that all the higher ups are stuck up magicians'
"You ran out of luck brat, Reginald was a newly promoted High Class. I on the other hand have been at this level for a decade" he took off his coat.
Harry instantly got down to analyzing. 'Tall at least 190cm, well built, lots of muscles, built for power, judging by his muscle mass he stands at minimum 100kg. Definitely a close range fighter, magicians would never train their body this much. A High Class melee, this is getting interesting.' Harry let out a smile as he heard his words
"Ten years and still stuck in High Class? Someone's lacking talent."
McQueen growled "I will enjoy ripping you limb from limb. Everyone attack..him.." the man froze as his brain was processing what was happening in front of him, and so did his men. The boy in front of him grew two more arms below his real ones, then on all the arms mouths started popping up in any available space.
'Sukuna Form. Mirror Alice, Staff and Grimoire' Harry already started preparing since before they got here. Mental spells were active, back up spells and shield spells were on standby. The more these fools wasted time the more the wards would drain their energy and debuff them.
"What! Three Sacred Gears?!" McQueen wasn't as calm as he was before, It was well known that the soul can only handle one Sacred Gear, any more and it would rip itself apart under the weight of the sacred gear.
Sacred Gears act like parasites from an outside point of view, but they had a symbiotic relationship with the host. They stay in the soul and consume a tiny bit of spiritual power to stay alive, in return the host gains some sort of ability. If they were two Sacred Gears they would just react hostile to one and other, harming the host instead.
"How are you still alive?!" McQueen couldn't help but ask, this went against everything he knew.
Harry smirked "I'm too stubborn to die, I can't say the same about you" the next moment with no warning and no signs, magic circles had appeared and started to shoot down spells at the group.
It was Harry's new scumbag move, illusion over the mouth and a silencing charm of everything below his neck, and it was only in a certain area not on the mouths themselves. The mouths still chanted the spells, but the enemies couldn't see it or hear it, yet the spells activated.
The Yggdrasill Staff could easily handle multiple spells coursing through it. The moment the spells started the Grimoire opened up and started to spam spells at them as well.