Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

Even riding a griffin, the journey from Stormwind to Karazhan was far from a pleasant short trip.

Unlike on the ground, the temperature in the high altitudes was significantly lower. 

Coupled with the relentless cold winds that sapped away warmth during flight, the greatest challenge for a traveler in a magical world was the biting cold.

As a frail mage, Khadgar was trembling uncontrollably from the bone-chilling air. Yet, on the other three griffins, his companions seemed unaffected.

Lothar, being a warrior clad in heavy armor, was naturally impervious to the cold winds.

As for the other two, Alaric and Garona, though also clad in lighter garb—Alaric in cloth robes and Garona in leather armor—they were similarly unbothered. 

This was because they were enveloped by a faint red magical barrier.

It was Alaric's spell: Thermal Enchantment. While typically used to preserve the warmth of objects, it worked just as well on living beings.

"I say, Master Archmage—" Khadgar shouted at the top of his lungs, but the howling wind quickly scattered his voice. "Could you at least cast one of those warming spells on me?"

"Of course I could," Alaric replied with a gentle smile. "But I won't, because you're a mage yourself. Shouldn't you take the initiative?"

With the aid of Phantom Voice, Alaric didn't have to raise his voice for Khadgar to hear him clearly.

"But I don't know how—" Khadgar called back, now feeling even more envious of Alaric.

"That's exactly the problem," Alaric replied earnestly. "You're already a mature mage. You should learn to solve these problems yourself using magic."

"Is… is that so?" Khadgar nodded thoughtfully. "I see now. Thank you, Master Alaric, for your guidance—"

Before he could finish, a soft chuckle interrupted him.

Turning to look, he saw that it was Garona, stifling her laughter with her hand.

"What's so funny? Lady Garona, what are you laughing at?" Khadgar asked.

"I'm laughing at you!" Garona burst into uncontrollable laughter, nearly doubled over.

"I can't believe you actually fell for it! What nonsense about mages solving their own problems—Master Alaric was clearly joking with you."

Without mercy, Garona exposed her master's true intentions.

Before Alaric could respond, Khadgar frowned in indignation.

"Lady Garona!" he proclaimed righteously. "As a follower, you should show respect to your master. 

Archmage Alaric is a highly intelligent and accomplished mage. Why would he play a childish prank on an apprentice like me? 

Everything he does is meant to guide me. To master magic as he does, I must start from the basics and focus on practical spells for everyday life. 

By honing these small spells, I can grasp the essence of magic faster! You, as his follower, fail to see the wisdom in his words and instead question his intentions. This is most unbecoming."

Khadgar's heartfelt words left Garona stunned.

"You… you really think that?" Garona nearly laughed herself breathless again but finally stopped under Khadgar's stern gaze—a gaze akin to a diligent student chastising a mischievous peer.

"Alright, alright, you win. I apologize," Garona said, yielding at last. Then, turning to Alaric, she added, "My sincerest apologies, Master. 

As your follower, I failed to grasp your profound wisdom and caused you embarrassment."

"As long as you understand," Alaric replied coolly before failing to suppress a chuckle himself. Only Khadgar remained slightly perplexed.

Beneath the griffins' wings, the land below transformed.

Vast farmlands resembled charred remnants, dotted with overturned structures and debris.

Forests had been uprooted to fuel the war machine, leaving massive scars on the once-picturesque landscape.

Deep craters pocked the terrain, exposing veins of ore beneath the torn surface.

On the distant horizon, plumes of smoke rose into the sky, though it was unclear whether they came from battlefields or forges.

Thus, they spent the day flying, and by the time the sun dipped low in the sky, Karazhan appeared before them.

The tower stood in the center of the circular valley like an ebony shadow, greedily absorbing the last dying rays of sunlight without reflecting any back. 

Its dark silhouette and hollow windows betrayed no signs of life; even the magical, fuel-less torches within seemed long extinguished. 

Khadgar began to suspect that Medivh might have already fled.

Lothar dismounted first, the others following quickly as they slid off their griffins. The winged beasts wasted no time, screeching sharply before soaring back north.

Thus, they approached the legendary tower of Karazhan.

As the seasoned warrior prepared to lead the group inside, Alaric stopped him.

"Wait a moment," Alaric said. "Something's clearly amiss with Karazhan. I sense a sinister presence here."

"What kind of presence?" Lothar asked.

"The stench of demons," Alaric replied, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the feeling. "There's lingering chaotic Fel energy here—not the kind left by ordinary demons, either."

"Does this mean Medivh has been compromised?" Lothar pressed.

"There's a ninety-percent chance that the Astral Mage is in trouble," Alaric confirmed. "Which is why we need reinforcements before moving forward."

It was a logical plan. After all, even a diminished Sargeras—one of the fallen titans—was far beyond what mere mortals could handle.

Among them, however, only Alaric could summon help. 

Khadgar, as a mage apprentice, had no connections. Lothar could rally a host of warriors, but ordinary men would be of little use here. 

Garona, fresh from Draenor, knew no one capable of such a feat.

All eyes turned to Alaric, who reached into his pocket and retrieved a golden scale.

The scale, about the size of a palm, shimmered with a radiance far surpassing gold. 

As soon as Alaric revealed it, the others could sense an overwhelming aura of pride and dominance emanating from it.

"This scale must belong to an extraordinary creature," was their immediate thought.

Holding the scale in both hands, Alaric began to cast a spell.

Arcane light infused the scale, which glowed brilliantly. The faint sound of wind and thunder seemed to resonate from it.

Khadgar alone perceived subtle ripples emanating from the scale, traveling far and wide through the void.

Moments later, Alaric tucked the scale away.

"Well?" the group asked eagerly.

"Let's head inside," Alaric replied calmly. "The reinforcements will come, but it'll take some time. Let's hope they arrive before Sargeras kills us all."

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