[HPxJJK] - Harry Potter and the Supremacy of Cursed Blood

October 9, 1994 - The Battle of Andorra.

BOMMMMMM!!!!!

A red bolt of lightning crossed the air, hitting the ground, creating an explosion twice the size of any modern grenade, a crater of just over a meter appeared at the site of the explosion. It wasn't just this attack that blew up the surrounding steep terrain.

BOMMM!!! BOMMMM!!! BOMMMMMMM!!!

Consecutive explosions rang out all over the battlefield, some screams seemed to ring out all over the place, and every now and then, an arm flew into the air, severed by some cutting spell.

"They guessed where we were going to attack." The Portuguese Minister of Magic, Duarte Vilar, commented, looking at the French wizards and those of other nationalities fighting not far from the capital of the Principality of Andorra - Andorra la Vieja.

From what his eyes could count, there were at least seven hundred wizards of varying degrees on the enemy side and honestly, it was a higher number than theirs, if it wasn't for the higher quality of the allied wizards and witches, it would be difficult to defend against such a large number of wizards and witches.

'They guessed or we have a traitor in our midst.' Duarte didn't speak of this doubt, because he didn't need to, everyone in the place was intelligent and had guesses in their hearts. Unconsciously, they all looked at the Italian Minister with discreet glances.

Although he didn't want to be suspicious of his allies, Duarte had lived long enough to know that sometimes greed and self-interest were more tempting than any honor or loyalty in this world, especially when it came to countries.

Asterion didn't care, his eyes were focused on the enemy commander, a brown-haired man wearing a luxurious blue suit, a slightly large beard around his face. The man looked no older than forty and had blue eyes.

From the man's gigantic magical aura, Asterion sensed that the wizard in front of him was a Special Grade Wizard!

Asterion recognized the man almost instantly, there was no way he wouldn't know, there were only 33 Special Grade Wizards and Witches in the world and he had information on all of them, after all, it was public information.

Philip of Bourbon, the Architect of the Earth.

A true French prince, although without any title or power, at least in the Wizarding World, the House of Bourbon was still powerful, although far from its peak in the 18th Century, controlling Spain, the Two Silicas and Parma.

However, Asterion's eyes didn't stay on the French Prince for long, he looked towards Andorra la Vieja, in the city, he sensed two other Special Grade auras!

Three Special Grade Wizards!

Asterion had underestimated the influence of the Coalition of France and other countries, that many Special Grade Wizards was too many to guard a border.

Looking away from the city, Asterion glanced at the three ministers of magic around him. "Minister Alejandro, Duarte and Valentino."

All three looked at Asterion at the same moment.

"There are three Special Grade Wizards, one in front of us and two in the Principality's capital." Asterion said with a calm tone as he looked at their faces and saw how they tensed at the mention of three Special Grade Wizards.

He could even see the fear in the Spanish and Italian Minister's eyes, although the Portuguese Minister was extremely calm, just tense, but without showing any sign of fear.

"They're not going to attack, you don't have to worry, they're sending a clear message, that as long as I don't come, everyone fights calmly." Asterion spoke again, looking the French Prince in the eye.

Honestly, it was a risky strategy that France was taking at the moment. If you think French civilians were prone to rebellion and beheading kings and heads of states for breakfast, imagine French wizards and witches.

The longer this war went on, the more agitated the French population would become and the greater the pressure on the French government.

Asterion wouldn't be surprised if there was a rebellion within a few months, as he had said before, France's presidential throne was like a TNT bomb ready to explode at the slightest spark. For this reason, the strategy of delaying France's time was truly daring.

Asterion's words made both the Spanish and Italian ministers of magic breathe a sigh of relief, the idea of fighting three Special Grade Wizards was not at all appealing to either minister.

The Portuguese Minister of Magic just snorted loudly and commented sarcastically. "They want to delay time, they've probably mobilized the troops too quickly and are waiting for other reinforcements so that we can attack with an even greater force."

He turned his gaze to the young man with the black hair and red eyes. "I propose to attack, what do you think General Black?"

Asterion was the only one who could fight Special Grade Wizards at the moment, the Special Grade Wizards and Witches of Spain and Portugal were currently unavailable and would take a while to receive the news that they were at war.

Which was normal, given that Special Grade Wizards never stopped studying magic and were true scholars, many preferred the silence of the mountains, far from the intense gaze of the cities, and concentrated on carrying out magical experiments in the hope of advancing to an even higher level of power.

All eager to become the new Wizard Gods of this era, although in a thousand years, there hadn't been a Modern Wizard God, only Merlin being the closest, but never actually becoming one, showing how challenging it was to reach that level of power.

Asterion didn't look at the old minister and raised his lips in an appreciative smile. "You read my mind, Minister." Like Duarte, Asterion didn't agree to stand by and wait for reinforcements to arrive, because this war would turn into a war of resistance, something that could be delayed for months, perhaps years. Especially if both sides set up fortresses.

With his words, Asterion ignored the shocked stares of both the Spanish and Italian ministers of magic, a dark blue aura enveloped his body like a flame and a colossal magical aura spread through the surroundings without any hesitation!

At the same instant, three Special Grade auras also manifested and collided violently in the air, spreading gusts of strong winds and an oppressive, suffocating aura hung over the battlefield!

Asterion and the other three Special Grade Wizards might have been indifferent to the magical aura, but the same could not be said of the other wizards and witches. The fighting that was taking place on the battlefield stopped almost immediately, everyone felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their shoulders.

Asterion showed a calm, cold look, black armor with red eyes appeared on his body, under his shoulders, the crimson cloak rested on his shoulders.

Asterion's feet gradually left the ground and his body slowly flew into the air before the eyes of thousands of wizards, a visible dread spreading across the faces of the French Coalition. While they showed fear, the soldiers from England, Spain, Portugal and Italy gained momentum and morale seeing the figure gaining altitude like a true god.

"Monsieur Black, are you really going to attack us?" Philip asked, flying in front of Asterion, the man's face was incredibly dignified, Asterion's magical aura was far superior to his, and although the amount of Magical Energy could not be a key to victory in any duel, it showed that the other side would have more resistance!

Philip couldn't believe that that absurd amount of Magical Energy belonged to a fourteen-year-old boy! In his eyes, Asterion wasn't at his peak and could grow even more, which made the French prince look incredibly dignified.

This made him want to kill Asterion right then and there, but rationality overcame his fear, it was impossible for him to kill Asterion, especially with House Black's Innate Technique. From the information he had received, Asterion Black possessed more than twenty Special Grade Cursed Spirits.

That alone could consume him enormously, and once his Magical Energy ran out, he would become a fish to be slaughtered by Asterion without any resistance!

"We're at war, Prince Bourbon, let's not beat about the bush and go straight to the end, we can save our precious time." Asterion summoned his atom-cutting sword and spoke with a terrifyingly cold tone, without hiding his thirst for blood.

Philip realized that Asterion wasn't afraid to fight him, even though he had two Special Grade aides. This made Prince Frances' face extremely gloomy.

Seeing his face, Asterion wanted to laugh, there were few people who could make him back down from a fight and Philip was definitely not one of those people, even if there were three more Special Grade Wizards, he didn't care.

Stretching his hand forward, Asterion muttered with a cold tone. "Innate Spell Manipulation - Creation and Manipulation of Cursed Spirits - Summoning."

At the same moment, a sphere of black energy manifested in front of Asterion's palm, it looked totally black and obscure, smooth as a mirror in a perfect sphere shape.

Behind Asterion, six colossal black suns manifested in a mere instant, gigantic red eyes staring at Philip, sending chills through the Prince of France's body.

"That damn monster." Philip muttered to himself, discovering why ten Dark Lords came from House Black. How on earth could anyone not be corrupted by such a mighty power?

However, the French Prince showed no fear, he was a descendant of Charlemagne! How could he be afraid of anyone?

Philip drew a long, sharp sword and moved into attack position.

Philip didn't know it, but Asterion was the Black with the greatest amount of Magical Energy, superior even to the Ancestor of House Black, Corvinus Black.

Although he was confident of fighting three Special Grade Wizards, Asterion was no fool and followed Rose's advice, not underestimating the enemy. Sukuna could die, let alone him, a fourteen-year-old boy!

"Mahoraga." Asterion muttered again, and from one of the Six Black Suns, a large humanoid being wrapped in rags emerged.

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