In a magically shielded room adorned with old portraits and enchanted maps, Harold Mitchum stood on the balcony and looked at the road before him—
Through which muggles will be showing up from the MACUSA building, and the planned exit routes for each delegate.
Several cloaked figures surrounded him, each representing the last few remaining pure-blood families still loyal to his cause.
"They'll leave MACUSA soon."
Harold muttered, tapping the map.
"This section—Zone Echo—is where they'll pass into Muggle security jurisdiction. That's where we strike."
A shorter man beside him—
Lucian Greaves, an informant with contacts in both magical and Muggle sectors—
nodded.
Nod~
"Their magical escorts will pull back once they enter their assigned Muggle convoys. Even MACUSA can't overstep without a suitable reason to follow further those muggles. It's the perfect gap."
Harold's eyes gleamed with malicious intent.
"This is our chance to show both sides that peace is a fantasy. Once those Muggle reps are gone—blame will ripple. Wizards will be accused. Lines will be drawn again."
He raised a glass, and others hesitantly followed.
"To the return of control... by those born to wield it."
MACUSA...
Delegate Corridors...
Meanwhile, Leo, flanked by Jenkins, walked down one of the restricted corridors with increasing urgency.
Moments ago, a rat Patronus returned to them with intel:
"Magical interference detected on outer Zone Echo— Wards disrupted."
Leo immediately looked at Jenkins and Director Graves.
"They're going for the muggles as soon as they step out of MACUSA's protective umbrella."
Director Graves' expression hardened.
"We need to reroute them. Now."
With another flick of her wand, she activated a hidden security override orb, speaking into it firmly:
"This is Director Graves. All Muggle delegates are to remain within MACUSA jurisdiction until further notice. No one steps into Zone Echo. I repeat, lock down Zone Echo."
Meanwhile, Leo informed Jenkins that he would go there first to prevent any mishaps from happening and flew up.
Zap~
which shocked her and Director Graves it and he with a zap, he flew through the corridor.
Three Muggle delegates, unaware of the developing threat, had just entered a waiting SUV guarded by Muggle security.
As the convoy started moving—
BAM!A burst of magic ripped through the street in front of them, blasting a parked car into flames.
Masked figures began to emerge from the shadows.
"Move, move, move!"
One of the Muggle officers yelled.
Suddenly—
A lion's roar echoed through the area.
Roar~
Leo, riding his flying Lethifold cloak, descended like a streak of silver and black light.
His glowing lion Patronus pounced ahead of him, roaring, which caught the attention of the attackers.
"I still don't believe you guys have any brain left."
Leo said coldly, his wand out.
The silver lion Patronus padded forward majestically, its ethereal body casting calming light over the chaos.
Muggle delegates who had been moments away from panic now stood more composed, eyes wide at the magical sight, but no longer frozen in fear.
They don't understand why they were so calm.
But they could tell it was due to the young wizard before them.
They clearly remember him since Leo stood out with his speech regarding human nature and how much precaution is needed in the concord.
Leo Morningstar stood tall, his wand glowing faintly, the Lethifold coiled behind him like a living cloak.
Despite knowing the Patronus couldn't cause physical harm, he had summoned it for two reasons—
to draw the enemy's attention and to stabilise the fear-ridden emotions around them.
"This is your last chance."
Leo called out, voice calm but layered with cold authority.
"Drop your wands and surrender."
A burst of laughter erupted from the shadows.
Hahahaha~
Harold Mitchum, stepping into the dim light, snarled through clenched teeth.
"You? You're the famous Morningstar?"
"The one they keep whispering about in the Ministry hallways like some bloody myth?"
He raised his wand.
"I was hoping to crush a lion today. Guess I'll get my wish."
Then, with venom in his voice, he bellowed:
"For the glory of Voldemort! For the rise of purebloods! Death Eaters, strike!"
But just as his words echoed into the night—
CRACK. CRACK.
CRACK. CRACK.
Dozens of MACUSA Aurors and Hit Wizards Apparated into position, forming a wide circle around Harold and his men.
Their wands were raised, their faces unflinching.
A senior Auror—
Director Emory Graves—
stepped forward with a sneer.
"Funny thing about luck, Harold... it tends to run out when you shout the Dark Lord's name in America."
"____"
Harold turned, stunned.
His carefully laid trap… turned into a cage.
"This isn't possible…"
He whispered.
Leo stepped closer, voice sharp:
"You're not in your grandfather's world anymore, Mitchum. The dreaming days of blood purity ruling shadows are over."
Harold tried to raise his wand in a last desperate move—
But before he could mutter a spell—
THWIP.
The Lethifold snapped forward like a whip, wrapping around his wrist and yanking the wand from his hand.
It hit the ground with a clatter.
"You should thank the system."
Leo muttered under his breath.
"It warned me early."
Harold struggled violently, trying to pull his arm free.
"You think you can stop me with a trick like this?!"
He spat.
Spit~
But the "cape" that had lashed out and bound him didn't budge.
It slithered tighter, the black fabric pulsing unnaturally.
He was about to call Leo's magic pathetic—
until he felt something move.
A strange ripple ran along the material...
Then, from within the folds—
A pair of eyes opened.
Harold's breath hitched.
'____'
"What in the Merlin bread..."
The edges of the shadowy fabric curled upward, revealing a wide mouth lined with jagged, gleaming teeth.
Before Harold could react, the Lethifold sank its fangs into his forearm—
not enough to maim, but enough to draw blood and pain.
"AAAAAARRRGH!"
His scream echoed across the perimeter, cutting through the tension like glass.
One of the nearby MACUSA Aurors jolted, stumbling back a step, wand shaking.
"Merlin's beard... that's a real Lethifold?!"
Another Auror blinked in disbelief.
"That's impossible—they're untrainable… untameable!"
Leo stepped forward calmly, eyes locked on Harold, his voice cold but composed.
"This one chose me."
Harold, now panting in both fear and agony, glared at him through clenched teeth.
"You... you bonded with a cursed creature?"
Leo didn't answer immediately.
He raised a hand, and with a small whisper, the Lethifold withdrew its bite, the wound already crusted with something that burned faintly—
a magical deterrent against channelling spells.
"No. I didn't curse it. I saved it."
Leo said softly.
"And now, it protects me."
He turned to the stunned MACUSA Aurors and added:
"Let this be recorded—this was no act of aggression. The Lethifold only restrained and bit after a hostile threat. It was defending its master."
A few Aurors exchanged glances but ultimately nodded in agreement.
Director Graves stepped forward.
"Noted, Morningstar. Very clearly."
Harold slumped to the ground, his stamina and magic were drained, pride was shattered.
The Lethifold returned to Leo's shoulder, curling like a shadow around his neck, once more appearing just like an enchanted cloak.
Harold collapsed to his knees, breathing raggedly.
But then—
His fingers twitched.
Discreetly, he reached for his wand, which had skidded just a few feet away during the scuffle.
His face twisted into something monstrous—
twisted by pure hatred and desperation.
He knew this was the end of the road, that from now on, his future would be nothing but shackles and shame.
So he chose to go out in flames.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The Killing Curse burst from his wand, a streak of violent green death cutting through the air toward Leo.
The distance was too short—
too fast.
"LEO!!"
Director Graves bellowed, wand raised too late.
But just before the curse could reach its mark,
Leo's form flashed with dazzling lightning—
a blur of white-blue energy that cracked the air and left behind only a trail of smoke curling on the ground where he once stood.
BOOM—
He reappeared right behind Harold, hand already crackling with power.
He grabbed Harold's head—
And unleashed the storm.
KRA-KOOM!
Electric current surged from Leo's palm, flooding Harold's body.
For a brief moment, his skeletal frame lit up, outlined in raw lightning, his eyes rolling back, his scream drowned in the thunder.
Smoke burst from Harold's mouth, and a dark, foggy plume of cursed energy rose from his body—black and foul-smelling, dispersing into the wind like ash.
Then—
silence.
Harold collapsed to the ground, unconscious, his wand turned to ashes.
The scent of burnt fabric and magic hung in the air.
Everyone stared, stunned—
unable to process what they'd just witnessed.
"____"
"____"
"____"
And then—
Tap... tap... tap...
Footsteps echoed down the pathway as Minister Jenkins finally arrived, flanked by heavily armed reinforcements.
She had stayed back to organise a containment perimeter—
But now she paused mid-step, taking in the scene before her.
Her eyes swept over Harold's twitching form, the stunned officials, and Leo—
standing calm, the Lethifold perched regally on his shoulder.
"I see,"
Jenkins said slowly, her voice low.
"I didn't need to rush."
Leo turned to her, his expression cool.
"You're just in time for the cleanup."
Jenkins let out a light chuckle, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face as she approached Leo and Director Graves.
"Well done, Leo."
She said.
"Though I must admit, I was a little late to the party."
Leo gave her a dry smile.
"Just in time for the credits to roll."
But Jenkins's smile faded slightly as she turned to Graves.
"Unfortunately, it's not over. A second group attempted to breach MACUSA headquarters while we were occupied here. Likely a diversion."
Director Graves let out a tired sigh.
Sigh~
"Of course they did."
While they were chatting, Leo's system chimed in, signalling him that he had completed the task.
[Ding...]
[Task 002 → Rats in disguise
Description:
Harold Mitchum and his pure-blood allies are secretly impersonating Death Eaters to cause chaos. Their next target is the Magi-Mundial Concord, a global summit between the magical ministers of all wizarding nations and the representatives of Muggle countries.
The purpose of this meeting is to address the deadly plague spreading through the Muggle world. Muggle scientists are struggling to develop an antidote. They are turning to the wizarding world for help. If Mitchum's plan succeeds, it could break the fragile trust between Muggles and magic.
Objective:
Infiltrate the Concord. Expose and stop the disruptors. Protect the summit and ensure magical assistance is offered.
Reward: Charisma +1, Voice of reason (enhances persuasiveness in political or diplomatic scenarios), Electro template progress: +15% ]
[Reward being issued...]
'System, show me my status.'
With a mental nod, Leo asked to show his status window.
[ Status:
Name: Leo Morningstar
Age: ???
Race: Vampire Progenitor (SS), Electro (Template: 100%)
Strength: 300.5
Agility: 291
Faith: 0.4 (Faith represents divinity gained from worshippers across the omniverse.)
Charisma: 87
Stamina: 350
Magic: 190 (New!)
Abilities:
Sharingan, Electric Body, Bat Transformation, God of Luck (Legendary), Master of All Languages (S), Access to Hell Gate..., Voice of reason(New), more...
Equipment:
Rekeri Sword, 50,000 Free Money (convertible to any currency), A-to-Z Travel Agency Permit (Allows the opening of travel agencies across unlocked worlds.), more...
Prison: None ]
After a moment of exchanging light remarks about who cleaned up more messes, the mood shifted as Jenkins folded her hands in front of her, her tone growing serious.
"Director Graves. I'd like to formally request the custody of Harold Minchum and his men. They need to be extradited to the British Ministry."
Graves' gaze sharpened.
"Denied."
The words came sharply, cutting through the air.
"They attacked us on our soil."
She continued.
"You know what that means, Jenkins. They're MACUSA's prisoners now."
Jenkins stood firm.
"I understand your position."
"But you also know the politics back in Britain. If I don't bring them in myself, the pure-blood families will say I manipulated the narrative—that I planted lies or twisted truth."
"I need them to prove Harold is a dark wizard before our courts. Otherwise, they'll twist this entire incident into my abuse of power."
Director Graves narrowed her eyes, calculating.
"Even if I agreed… I won't hand them over unless there's a guarantee. If they're to leave American soil, I want execution orders. Not trials."
"They attacked a global summit. I want justice, not another bureaucratic circus."
Jenkins hesitated, clearly caught in a tough spot.
And then Leo stepped forward.
"They will die,"
He said plainly, his voice low but steady.
"Within a week."
Everyone turned to him.
"Not by British law, not by MACUSA decree. But by their own choices. Their own weight. They won't see it coming."
"But I promise you, Director Graves… you'll hear of their deaths. One by one."
The silence that followed was heavy, electric.
Graves studied him.
And slowly, her posture relaxed.
She knew the look in Leo's eyes wasn't bluster—it was certainty.
"Then they're yours."
Graves finally said.
"But I want written documentation that their deaths are… unofficial."
Jenkins nodded.
Nod~
"You'll have it by tomorrow."
Graves extended her hand to Leo.
He shook it firmly and, without another word, turned back toward Harold's unconscious body, now levitating in magical restraints.
The golden morning light filtered through the enchanted glass windows of MACUSA's guest tower, casting soft reflections on the polished floors.
The air inside was calm—
But outside, the magical world buzzed with electric fervour.
Jenkins sat with a cup of coffee at a long oak table, surrounded by her close staff.
Leo entered, still tugging on a black jacket, his hair damp from a quick shower.
He was met with a room full of eyes—
not just Jenkins', but also her most loyal followers, all holding various newspapers from around the world.
Jenkins held up a copy of The Daily Prophet.
The headline read in bold gold letters:
"THE UNTAMEABLE TAMED — LEO MORNINGSTAR STOPS DARK WIZARD UPRISING IN MACUSA WITH A LETHIFOLD"
Another from America's New Salem Sentinel declared:
"LEO MORNINGSTAR: THE LIGHTNING IN THE SHADOWS — DARK WIZARDS FAIL TO HALT MAGI-MUNDIAL CONCORD"
A French paper chimed in:
"L'ombre et la lumière — Qui est vraiment Leo Morningstar?"
Leo blinked at the spread of articles.
"You'd think I asked them to write my memoirs."
Jenkins chuckled, setting the paper down.
Chuckle~
"You've stirred the hornet's nest, Leo. Half the world's floo network's been buzzing with your name."
One of her aides added,
"Rumours say the Lethifold followed you like a trained dog, even protected you during the attack."
Leo raised an eyebrow.
"That's… not far from the truth."
Another assistant—
David Flutcher—
cleared his throat and smirked.
"Apparently, someone in Spain's magical council wants to name a new defensive spell after you. They're calling it 'Lux Leo'."
Jenkins leaned forward, eyes serious despite the humour.
"It's not just fame. This incident will shift the power balance. You didn't just stop dark wizards—you showed the world that the magical community can protect itself and the Muggles. It's what we needed to start reclaiming our place. But…"
She glanced toward the window, watching a MACUSA airship float gently above.
"…it also means your enemies now know who you are. You won't be in the shadows for long."
Leo gave a soft, thoughtful nod.
"Good. Let them come out into the light. And when did I ever stay in shadows?"
Hogwarts...
Great Hall...
The enchanted ceiling mirrored a cloudy sky, a drizzle of light rain visible above but never touching the warm, cosy Great Hall.
Students chattered idly over breakfast until—
WHOOSH.
Hundreds of owls swept into the hall, dropping newspapers with thuds, flaps, and feathers everywhere.
Putinia Evans had just taken a bite of toast when a copy of the Daily Prophet landed squarely in her lap.
Across the table, students were already gasping, eyes wide as they stared at bold headlines:
"LEO MORNINGSTAR DEFEATS DARK WIZARDS IN MACUSA — TAMED A LETHIFOLD?"
"THE HEAD OF HOUSE DRAGONA: HERO OR LEGEND IN THE MAKING?"
The buzz was instant.
"Did that say Lethifold?"
a Ravenclaw whispered, nearly dropping her pumpkin juice.
"Morningstar… our DADA professor?!"
One of the fifth-year Gryffindors shouted, eyes darting around.
Professor Flitwick lowered his teacup with both hands, trembling slightly.
"I haven't seen a Lethifold tamed since—actually, never. Never heard of it. Merlin's beard…"
Putinia exchanged a glance with her fellow House Dragona students, her voice barely above a whisper.
"He did mention something about a pet, but… I thought he meant a cat or a toad…"
A Hufflepuff leaned over with wide eyes.
"You guys live in the same tower as him. Did you know he was this famous?!"
"We didn't know he was a walking magical nuke!"
Another Dragona first-year muttered, clearly a Muggle who is impressed.
At the staff table, Minerva McGonagall sat stiffly, holding a paper with pursed lips.
Her gaze scanned the room, then locked on the headline again.
"____"
Her cheeks betrayed the tiniest flush, but her expression remained composed.
"That fool… always making a scene wherever he goes,"
She muttered under her breath.
Professor Slughorn leaned closer, chuckling.
Chuckle~
"Oh, come now, Minerva. I daresay even Dumbledore would be impressed with this one."
In the background, the Hogwarts Choir of Gossip (a.k.a. the Slytherin upperclassmen) were already spinning rumours:
"He probably used Dark Magic."
"Please, as if MACUSA would let a dark wizard help them."
"Do you think we could convince him to show us the Lethifold during class?"
The Great Hall buzzed louder by the minute—
Everywhere, students talked about the one professor who had become an international headline overnight.
Back at the Dragona table, a quiet third-year with wide glasses clutched his paper and said in awe:
"I always thought Professor Morningstar was cool… but now? He's the coolest person in the world."
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