Dumbledore strode confidently to the centre of the Great Hall, wielding the Death Stick with a determined air.
'This gay bastard is the very definition of chillaxed, right now.' I think, annoyed at the way he is presenting himself. Because it is disrespectful to my gramps!
At this point, it is necessary to mention that despite his age, it is absolutely evident that he still possesses considerable power, perhaps not as much as when he battled Grindelwald, but insanely formidable nonetheless. By far more than the extent he was able to display when he battled Moldy in the second war inside the Ministry.
The old bastard fought Grindelwald when he was around 50, and now he is around 60, or maybe his early 70s, but who actually knows the old goat's age anyway.
But the thing I do know is that he's at the very least 30 or 40 years younger now, compared to when he fought in the second war against Moldy. This, by extension, means he is still somewhat in his peak or around that level.
"Reginald, come forth! I know you are a proficient wand with some accomplishments to your name, but heed my words: your audacity today will not go unanswered," Gaydore declares, a hint of amusement colouring his tone as he positions himself confidently at the heart of the Great Hall.
"My audacity?!" Gramps counters sharply with a raised eyebrow, striding with a flair towards the centre of the hall.
Meanwhile, the others draw their wands, casting protective spells around their children.
'Fucking faggots! Too afraid to face the danger head-on, and get hurt,' I seethe inwardly, disgusted by their lacklustre display.
"Well, who else, but you, Reginald?! You and your family have started to get on my nerves ever since this year has started!" Dumbledore replies with open annoyance, as he flicks his wand at Gramps, sending what looks like a wind blade, but without any kind of incantation.
"Haha, funny, the man that has students go missing is annoyed! The man that has single-handedly managed to fail our whole society labels my family as an annoyance! The fucking man that wanted to rip off my family, has the gal to be annoyed! This same man says that I am out of tune?!" Gramps replies angrily as he literally grabs the wind blade, and I can see his hand has transformed into something quite inhumane like a claw.
'Well, seems like he has given himself some form of hide to protect him against magic!' I analyse the situation. I'd have done the same if I did not have my Werewolf hide, I mean why even bother to dodge against weaklings, assuming that you can dodge, but eventually you'll get hit anyway. So you need to have some form of defence in place, or you'll die.
Next Gramps cast a spell of his own by waving his own wand ripping out pieces of the Great Hall, transforming them into daggers and throwing them all at Gaydore. He did everything in one swift and fluid set of movements, equally without any incantation.
Dumbledore conjured a wall made out of ice, which he used to hide behind, and next he pushed the whole wall towards Gramps.
Well, they're both masters, Gramps is a master in rituals, so I assumed already that he has played with his own body quite a bit, but this battle is insane.
"Fuck! And I even told that BASTARD to not destroy the god damn school! This place is fucking older than his lineage, what is wrong with his head?!" I can hear someone curse angrily.
"Well, I think he has a point! Ever since Grindelwald was defeated, we've been on the back foot as a society. And all Dumbledore does is limit us be outlawing branches of magic he deems as dark!" A woman also throws in her two pieces, and I can hear from her voice that she is annoyed.
"And who asked for your opinion, Longbottom?" Lord Potter asks sarcastically.
"You want me to beat the living shit out of you, Potter?" Lady Longbottom asks threateningly as she pulls out her wand.
"Mother, please calm down!" her son pleads with red cheeks, apparently not liking the way his mother is speaking about Dumbledore.
"Father, please do not start a fight." James says, without even looking, his whole focus is on the battle.
Meanwhile, I can see that gramps is slowly falling behind, and on the back foot against Gaydore, despite being a gay little piece of shit, Dumbledore is insanely proficient with a wand.
He has conjured chains that are attacking and binding gramps, seems like he wants to just humiliate gramps by not actually hurting him, and simply put him out of action.
"I think we are done here, Reginald." Dumbledore says when Gramps is finally completely bound up, and his Wand is out of his hand.
"Oh, we are not done! We are not done at all, Dumbledore! It is just starting!" Gramps says with a shit eating grin, as his body is suddenly starting to morph.
I can see horns growing out of his forehead, and his teeth sharpening, his hands are forming claws, and he is growing until he is around three meters tall. The chains that were holding him bound literally just broke into pieces, and finally he stands there looking down on Albus with a savage grin.
[A/N: https://www.pinterest.de/pin/14636767533994695/]
[A/N: He is looking somewhat like this, but more British than Asian! I just could not find something fitting…]
"Dumbledore! Your incompetence is bringing down doom on all of us! I was not very fond of Grindelwald, but at least the man had a vision unlike you! All you preach is submission, which you hide behind your GREEEATER GOOOD!" Gramps's voice sounds more like a beast's growling than a human's at this point.
Meanwhile, my eyes are glowing with excitement. This is it!! This is the level of power I wanted to see, all along! I know that all of these old sacks of bones are hiding their full powers, but even so, I am surprised by the sheer insanity that Gramps is displaying. I can even see some of the other old foggies blanching at the display of power demonstrated by gramps, and this can only mean that he is stronger than them.
"What have you done to yourself?!" Dumbledore says in a cautious and sad tone.
"Haha, I did what we all are meant to do! I underwent Rituals, and sacrificed a part of me for greater power, all in order to protect. I paid the fair price for power, unlike you!" Gramps says as he dashes from his location towards Dumbledore.
Normally, he would be using Apparation to gap close, but due to Hogwarts' bullshit rule of no one but the headmaster can apparate, Gramps is already on the back foot.
'Okay, I need to get ready. I only will have a very small window to act upon, and I cannot fail,' I think as my eyes turn into my Werewolf form, and I strain all my muscles as I am holding my wand in my pocket.
"And this is all you have got to show in exchange for paying with your humanity?" Dumbledore taunts as he sidesteps, while unleashing a torrent of green flames at Gramps.
"Haha, come. I will show you what I have gained," Gramps replies, amused and equally excited. He ignores the flames because the moment they touch his skin, his skin for a very brief moment burns, but then starts to change and adapt a metallic sheen that counter the flames.
'Did the old man give himself some sort of Reactive adaptation?! How would the ritual for that even work?! I will have to ask him about that for sure.' I thought as I saw his body change once more.
After exchanging some moves, Gramps starts to morph once more, seems like he realized that being big and slow does not help at all under these circumstances. Over the next few moments, I see his eyes change, his body become smaller, and limber.
What came next was a surprise to all onlookers, because Gramps started proactively dodging all the spells and objects Dumbledore threw at him, instead of dumbly tanking them, and as if he could predict everything he started dodging.
"Is this all you've got, Albus?! COME ON, STOP PULLING YOUR PUNCHES!" Gramps shouts tauntingly, and I see it. Dumbledore is mumbling something while grinding his teeth.
To everyone else, it may be inaudible, but to me, it sounds clear as day. The old fool is saying "Inimicos meos in sanguine demergat!" as he waves the Death Stick in a circular motion.
'Seems, like he wants to end this now!' I think amused. I've been waiting all along for the moment that Dumbledore decides that enough is enough, and that he has to finish playing with his food.
Because only then he'll drop his guard for a brief moment!
"ARDENTI LUX!" I whisper as I cast a spell right in the middle between Gramps and Gaydore's fight, pushing in every ounce of magic I have in it. Because everyone was so focused on their fight, nobody reacted in time, and they all got hit by a blinding light that burns a layer of their skin.
Simultaneously, I run as fast as I can past everyone, unleashing my full werewolf form, transforming into a three-meter-tall bipedal wolf man. I arrive next to Dumbledore in under a second, and I throw out a jab at Dumbledore, who is disoriented, with enough force to make him fly against a wall. As soon as he kisses the wall, I have already my wand out and ready, casting an "Expelliarmus!" on the man while he is still not in his right mind.
His wand flies out of his grasp and into mine, and I pocket it, before I rush back to where I was standing with the Death Stick now in my possession, pretending that I have also been blinded.
'One down, two to go!' I think, feeling a surge of satisfaction.
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