Harry Potter : Bloodraven

High above the mountain range.

The Emir of the Emirates murmured Arabic phrases repetitively, his trembling voice echoing as if the chants alone could shield him from the nightmare unfolding below.

What lay beneath them was a monstrosity beyond comprehension, a scene that defied both imagination and reason. The sheer scale of it sent a chill through his spine, his hand instinctively clutching the robes of his counter part beside him—the Minister of Magic for his nation.

ROAR!

They watched as the monster, towering like a mountain and engulfed in flames as if it were the very incarnation of hell itself, let out a thunderous bellow, swinging its arms wildly like a mindless beast.

Hot gusts of wind and shockwaves erupted from its center, reaching them even from nearly two kilometers above the ground. Fortunately, they were safe. A dome-like barrier of pure magic surrounded them, a protective construct crafted by the Arch-Magus woman at their side.

"What in Merlin's name has Victor Morvain gotten himself into... this evil magic is..." muttered Minister Yasir, his voice trembling as he stared downward, his face a mixture of horror and shock.

"This is... not just magic from our world," the tall woman answered, her gaze fixed on the chaos below. Her voice was solemn as she addressed the entire group. "Demonology. Power drawn from other dimensions. That old man... it seems he has ties to the Zealots."

She stood with her hands outstretched, a colossal barrier encasing the entire mountain like a shimmering dome. This was no mere shield spell, but something countless times more powerful—a magic only a witch of her caliber could conjure.

"Speaker Maxime... you mean..." Minister Yasir asked, his voice filled with shock as he turned to look at her.

"Teacher... what's a Zealot?" the little girl asked, unable to help herself as she clung to her robe. It was clear she wasn't familiar with the strange term.

The tall woman glanced down at her, her tone soft but firm. "It's not something you need to worry about, ma chère..." she said, her eyes quickly returning to the scene unfolding before them.

Just then, a wave of terrifying magic crashed into the barrier, making it shudder violently. The force rippled through the air, but just as quickly as it struck, the barrier stabilized, silencing the disturbance.

"The mysterious man is finally showing his hand," said the tall woman, now identified as Maxime. Her voice was calm and steady as she waved her hand, effortlessly dissipating the shockwave that had rattled her construct.

From their position, Morvain and Maverick were barely visible specks amidst the turmoil, the sheer devastation making it nearly impossible to spot them with sight alone.

But for a witch of her caliber, this was no challenge. Her gaze remained fixed on the two figures, and more than that, she had heard every word they'd spoken since her arrival.

Her attention sharpened on the black-clad figure, hovering defiantly as a faintly glowing shield protected him from the fiery winds and waves of force. A part of her couldn't help but feel curious as he used a magic unfamiliar to her to glide through the air.

She watched as, with a swift movement, he flew backward, retreating hundreds of meters in an instant, moving with incredible speed, away from the towering, flaming giant.

For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, hovering motionless as if lost in thought. Then, slowly, the figure raised his wand toward the sky.

What came next stopped her breath.

A surge of flames erupted from him, blazing upward with fierce intensity. These flames were nothing like the demon's orange inferno—no, they were deeper, richer, a crimson red, like the color of blood. They expanded rapidly, growing larger with each passing moment, consuming everything in their path.

Her heart raced as she watched. She recognized the magic. She had seen it before and even wielded it herself. But the skill, the sheer mastery, the control—it had been decades since she had witnessed anyone command the unruly fire so effortlessly. Unlike Morvain, this masked figure was doing it with nothing but his mind and magic, with no external force or entity guiding the power.

The crimson flames surged higher, growing until they towered over the desert like a second sun, pulsing with raw, unbridled energy. Then, slowly, the shape began to shift.

Wings.

Massive wings of fire unfurled, their span nearly half a kilometer wide. They beat the air with slow, deliberate power, sending scorching waves of heat crashing down the mountainside. Even the blazing monster was pushed back, the hurricane-like force from a few powerful flaps shoving it toward the mountain side.

And then came the body.

The flames twisted and shifted, shaping a massive, regal form. Within moments, a colossal bird stood towering over the chaos, its fiery wings stretching into the sky. Its crimson glow bathed the landscape in an ominous light, and the raw energy it radiated was enough to make even the tall woman's hands tremble.

Within the construct, shock was evident on every face. Even Maxime, usually so composed, showed signs of awe.

For everyone else, their astonishment came purely from what they were witnessing. The raw power of the spectacle was beyond their understanding, something they could only imagine. The Arch-Magus's barrier absorbed it all, shielding them from the overwhelming force.

"P-professeur..." The little girl's voice shook as she clung to Maxime's robes, fear evident in her eyes.

Maxime knelt down, her gaze softening as she placed a gentle hand on the girl's trembling shoulder. "I'm here... you're safe," she murmured in their native tongue, her voice steady and reassuring. She paused, lifting the girl's chin so their eyes met. "Watch closely. Take in every detail. A duel like this... it's something you may never see again."

On the other side, a similar scene played out as Edward used his magic to shield the two Magus beside him. Unlike his colleague in rank, Edward was prepared to intervene at any moment. He stood ready, waiting for his pupil's signal to step in and put an end to the chaos that was rapidly overwhelming the land beneath them.

....

IMPOSSIBLE!

IMPOSSIBLE!

The frantic, unwilling cries of Morvain went unheard as he watched in disbelief, overwhelmed by the endless surprises this unknown figure had brought.

His eyes locked onto the colossal crimson bird of fire, its claws lunging forward, pinning his creation to the mountain.

His mind refused to accept what he was seeing, unable to comprehend how a Great-Magus like himself could overpower his own creation—something he had summoned into existence by channeling evil magic after pledging himself to a demon.

It wasn't just the sheer force that shocked him, it was the obedience of the inferno itself, a flame known to be the most forbidden due to its wild, uncontrollable nature. In the end, Morvain could do nothing but watch helplessly as his creation was torn apart.

Behind it all, Maverick hovered above the Fiendfyre, his form a mere silhouette against the blazing spectacle below. Every ounce of his power was channeled into the inferno, the raw magic flowing through him as his recently replenished stamina was rapidly drained. The strain was immense—he could feel his body protesting, the exhaustion creeping in—but the power he commanded was undeniable.

His grasp on the destructive spell had grown into something far beyond his expectations. It felt as though the flame had become an extension of himself, responding to his every command with flawless obedience.

And it wasn't just destroying Morvain's demonic creation, it was devouring it. The crimson raven swelled in size and intensity, growing fiercer with each passing moment. In contrast, the humanoid fire shrank, its power diminishing rapidly.

ROARR!

ROARR!

The two colossal fire behemoths clashed with apocalyptic force, their flames as vast as the mountain itself. Each strike sent shockwaves through the air, reducing the landscape to ruin. The mountain trembled and crumbled under their power, boulders turning to molten slag on contact. The heat was so intense that it could burn anything nearby, while the scorching winds spread out, strong enough to vaporize anything unlucky enough to be caught in their wake.

"I DON'T ACCEPT THIS!"

"This is impossible! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!"

Morvain's desperate cries pierced the air, but they fell on deaf ears. He looked broken, both in mind and body. The once-lean muscles had vanished, leaving him resembling a malnourished old man, his appearance finally matching the age on his face. It was as if the price of his dark rituals had finally caught up to him.

He watched helplessly as his twisted magic was crushed, pinned to the mountain like prey caught in a trap. The crimson bird's beak pressed against the demonic fire's face, and he could see the flames being drawn in, like a black hole. His creation's size and power shrank rapidly, while the enemy's grew ever more formidable.

As the fiery humanoid shrank, its grasp on the magic holding its form together weakened. With every passing second, it became more unstable, glowing brighter and flickering violently, as if it could erupt in a catastrophic explosion at any moment.

Sensing the impending danger, Morvain, utterly drained, made a frantic bid for escape. He stumbled and scrambled across the shattered terrain, a miserable impression of the powerhouse he had once been.

Maverick, on the other hand, had been fully focused on obliterating the monstrous entity. But then, as realization struck, he abruptly launched himself backward, flying swiftly to create distance.

The colossal fiery raven, as if sentient and responsive to its master's will, unleashed a single, thunderous beat of its wings. It released its talons from the monstrous humanoid and lunged toward Maverick with power and speed.

Moments later, everything collapsed into chaos.

BOOOOOM!!!

The unstable mass of fire erupted, expanding like a devastating explosion that shook the mountain to its core. The blast originated at its heart, carving out a nearly kilometer-wide chunk from the 26-kilometer-long, 5-kilometer-wide peak.

It happened in an instant, fueled by nothing but raw, unstable magic—expanding and contracting in a flash, obliterating everything in its path. Boulders and rocks melted into molten streams or vaporized on the spot. All that remained was scorched ground and the bitter stench of burning earth.

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Author's Note:

Just a quick update — up to Chapter 87 is already available on P AT r30n!

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