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DalkonCledwin: The first part of that is an obvious typo, thanks for pointing it out. The second part is Draco misunderstanding what happened, not actually what happened between Daphne and Harry.

Z-Breezy: While I have no clue if you meant that negatively or not, that is exactly what I am going for. Harry's arrogance in this matter – regardless of whether it is warranted/justified – is the reason the duel even happened.

Chapter Ten

Ingvild watched in fascination as the large Dragon, covered in purple scales, and Harry duke it out in the large open wastelands. She was actually watching from afar, so as to not get caught up in the battle.

Given that they could not visit the Fallen Angel side of hell, Harry had decided to take the opportunity to visit Tannin.

Tannin had promptly attacked Harry when they had arrived in his territory.

Well, Harry should not have woken Tannin up from his slumber by calling him an 'old withered up lizard' and then kicking him in the ass, literally, either, but that was besides the point.

Harry, with a grin on his face, avoided a fire breath as he went in for a head on attack on Tannin's head. Tannin responded by simply swatting Harry away as though he were a fly.

Harry recovered in mid-air, the green gem on the Boosted Gear glowing as his powers were doubled as a result. While Ingvild was using magic to enhance her sight to watch the battle, she had not bothered to count as to how many times Harry had used the Boosted Gear to enhance himself. He rushed in again, hoping to attack the head again. Tannin brought up his arms to grab Harry as he rushed at him.

A bright red energy erupted from Harry, taking the form of two tendrils as they swatted Tannin's arms aside. Another tendril of magic struck Tannin squarely in the chest, but to his credit, the dragon didn't even notice the blow.

"WEAK!" Tannin bellowed loudly as he broke the red aura Harry was covered in with ease, grabbing on to Harry's body. The force from said grabbing would have turned boulders to dust, but Harry was mostly inconvenienced by it.

"GOTCHA!" Harry yelled back, releasing the stored up energy in the Boosted Gear.

"EXPLOSION!" Ddraig bellowed from the Sacred Gear, as the energy was directed straight towards Tannin. The entire area around them exploded, kicking up a large dust cloud in the air. Cracks appeared across the ground as said explosion happened.

Even Ingvild had to root herself to the ground as the shockwave threatened to send her flying.

Neither Harry nor Tannin waited for the dust to settle as the Dragon, seemingly unharmed from the explosion, breathed a large stream of fire at where he could sense Harry to be. Harry flew up to avoid the fire, raising his hands to gather up a large amount of energy.

Tannin's eyes widened as he saw the large red ball form in Harry's hands.

He could not dodge in time as Harry slammed the ball of pure energy into Tannin's head. The force from the attack sent Tannin sprawling to the ground. Harry quickly rushed in, intending to end the fight. He surrounded himself in the red magical energy once again, this time the energy taking the shape of a large Dragon as he slammed into Tannin.

Or he would have, had Tannin not used his immense strength to grab Harry through the red aura that he was surrounded in, before slamming Harry into the ground.

Ingvild, from her viewing area, flinched as Harry was slammed into the ground, kicking up another dust cloud. It looked like the fight was over.

Tannin laughed loudly as he sat down with Harry and Ingvild, chomping on a roasted goat leg. They were sitting in a cave, which was surprisingly fully furnished with rooms, beds, tables, even computers. Of course, most of it was for a size of a large Dragon like Tannin.

Fortunately Tannin could manipulate his size and even the size of his furniture to suit that of his visitors, so everything was human sized as of now.

"Ha ha laugh it up," Harry muttered. He was covered in cuts and bruises as a result of being slammed into the ground by the Dragon.

"Can't help it! Its too funny! You actually thought that would work?! I literally tore apart your Red Dragonic Aura the first time you tried!"

Ingvild, who was eating her own share of goat, looked at Harry. It was not too good, but she was afraid of offending a Dragon King. "Please tell me that is not what you actually call it..."

Harry grunted, taking a large bite from the goat. He was mostly used to Tannin's cooking.

"So... you are a Leviathan, huh?" Tannin said, addressing Ingvild.

"Yeah. What of it?" Ingvild replied, her tone even.

"Hmph. Not from that annoyance that is Katarea. You don't smell remotely like her. That would only leave that other slut Tsufaame." Tannin said as he stared down Ingvild.

"I actually don't know which Leviathan is my ancestor," Ingvild said.

"She also has Neried Kyrie, so I would be careful of doing or saying anything offensive," Harry said with a smug grin.

Tannin simply grunted. "Do not confuse me with this weak minded fool, girl. You are a hundred years too young to control a Dragon like me."

"More like, 'you are too young for me; I only go for old hags who can match my advancing age'," Harry said. "After all, I can no longer keep it up any more, becaus–"

Harry never got to finish his sentence as he was slammed into the wall behind him, courtesy of Tannin's tail. He grunted, the goat leg falling beside him as he fell to the ground.

"Oi, Ddraig," Tannin said with a growl. "Tell your host to shut it or you will have to find a new one."

"If I could shut him up at will I would have done so a long time ago," Ddraig replied from Harry's arm.

"You can silence me but you can't silence the truth!" Harry managed to say before the tail slammed him through the wall.

Ingvild giggled to herself. She could tell that Tannin was not even hurting Harry, and Harry just loved to tease Tannin to no end.

Harry stood up and walked back to the place where they were sitting, repairing the hole in the wall behind him as he walked through.

"So is this how you two always are?" Ingvild questioned.

"Eh, more or less. I beat the shit out of him, he tries to annoy me further," Tannin answered. "But he is too much of an idiot to realize that if I really got angry I would absolutely kill him."

"And you are too old to realize that I just need to draw the fight enough till you get an exhaustion induced heart attack," Harry quipped.

"...I regret letting you meet Bova," Tannin muttered.

"And I regret asking for this goat leg because you obviously don't know how to cook," Harry said. He knew Tannin's cooking too well: just dump whatever spices Tannin could find in his home on a raw piece of meat before roasting it with his own fire.

But watching Ingvild struggle to eat it and not say a thing so as to not anger Tannin was very fun to watch.

Tannin chose not to answer for once, turning his attention to Ingvild. "So, why is a beautiful girl like you with this clown anyways? Sapphire I can understand; she was doomed the moment Irma took her in. Or are you with him because of Ddraig? That I can understand."

"I say all of his loved ones are with him because of me," Ddraig said with a smug tone.

"And now I am using my left arm to jerk off tonight," Harry said.

"Please don't..."

"And TMI brat," Tannin growled.

"He may be a clown, but at least he is a handsome clown," Ingvild said, giving Harry a teasing grin. Harry threw a betrayed look at her, but she ignored him. "And he can satisfy me in certain ways, so there's that."

"Glad to know I'm loved," Harry muttered.

Tannin simply laughed. "Now if you are done eating, I'm afraid my free time is at an end. Nice meeting you, Ingvild Leviathan. And fuck off, Harry."

Ingvild smiled at the Dragon as she stood up with Harry. "Nice to meet you too, Lord Tannin."

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you too," Harry said, flipping Tannin off. "Withered old lizard."

"Annoying brat," Tannin replied with his own middle finger.

The two of them laughed at each other as Harry and Ingvild left.

"So... what does he do anyways?" Ingvild asked as she and Harry appeared back in Hogsmeade. It was night, so most of the streets were empty, with the moon shining bright.

"Runs a YouTube channel," Harry said.

"Really?" Ingvild asked sarcastically, giving him a deadpan look. "How many subscribers does he have?"

Harry pulled out his phone, looking it up. "Lets see... about 430k."

Ingvild's eyes widened in surprise. She had been completely sarcastic when she asked him that. "Seriously?! Lemme see!"

Harry gave her the phone, and surely enough, there was a channel named 'TanninPlays' with 430k subscribers as Harry said. Curious to know more, she pulled up a video.

"Whaddup Dragon Squad! Its ya boi Tannin here! Welcome to another Minecraft Lets Play! Before we begin, don't forget to like, comment and subscribe to my channel, it really helps me out! And now, a word from our sponsor today, Raid Sha– "

At that point Ingvild closed the video out of sheer cringe. She looked at Harry with an incredulous look. "He- He uses a face cam. In his dragon form. How? How the actual hell do they not realize?!"

"Most people just assume that he is just a very advanced V-tuber model," Harry said. "He even has a Raptreon and everything."

Of course, a lot of Devil higher ups had raised a huge fuss about it, but what could they do? Tannin's power was only matched by the Satans, who had gone on record to say that they should be focusing on more important things.

The last thing they needed was an angered Dragon King rampaging throughout Hell because his channel was banned as a result of their actions. It also kept him busy and not participate in any Rating Games as of late, for which the top players were quite thankful for.

The only reason Tannin lost a Rating Game was when said Rating Game was fixed.

"And its soooo baaaad!" Ingvild moaned.

"You should see the Tannin/Coco fanfics," Harry muttered as they began to walk towards the Hogwarts Castle.

"...Who?" Ingvild asked.

"Boy am I glad you asked!" Harry said happily. "Time for you to fall down the hole!"

Harry was quite glad that the walk to the Castle was so long. And in his decision to teleport to Hogsmeade instead of Hogwarts.

Ingvild, for her part, regretted asking about it in the first place.

"...and then I just used a single spell and he was out!" Lavinia finished recounting the duel with Draco to Harry and Ingvild. Sapphire just nodded along.

Ingvild had her head in the phone, earphones in her ears as she could not help but put another clip of Tannin that popped up in her feed. Now for some reason she could not stop watching as a viewer tricked the old dragon in placing a bed in the nether.

Harry was extremely amused at Lavinia's story. If nothing else, it just reinforced in his belief that the people here weren't a threat and he need not take them seriously. Maybe Ingvild would now get off his back about it.

"And now so many guys are asking me to be their date to this Yule Ball!" Lavinia said, a bit embarrassed. She was getting a lot of attention now, something that she wasn't used to. She had declined all of them, hoping that she did so politely. The last thing she wanted was for someone to outright hate her because she refused to be their date for a Ball.

"The what?" Harry asked. He hadn't exactly heard of the Yule Ball, on the account that he wasn't in Hogwarts when it was announced.

"Yeah, it was announced when the two of you were in the Underworld," Sapphire informed them. "It is mandatory for all Tournament participants."

"That's bullshit!" Harry said. The last thing he wanted was to attend something stuffy and formal like a Ball. If it was some rave party, he would reconsider. At least raves had some amazing music and it was always fun to watch people get drunker/higher as the time went on and on. His partial dragonification prevented him from being drunk or high unless the concentration was high enough.

"Well that is what that old lady professor said," Sapphire said. "So who are you taking as your date?"

"And what happens if I don't attend? Do I lose points?" Harry said. He wanted to win, so obviously losing points was a big no-no.

"She did not say. I think she just assumed that you would agree," Sapphire said. She was well aware that Harry would not like it. However at the same time she wanted to dress up and look pretty, well prettier, for him and dance the night away.

Like they do in romantic movies and books. That, it was not everyday she got to wear formal dresses, ball gowns or anything of the sort.

But Harry was not a fan of anything that was formal, or in his own words, 'stuffy'. Unlike Sapphire who looked forward to such events, and loved dressing up if the situation called for it, Harry hated to put on even a semi formal shirt.

"Looks like I am going to have a talk with this professor tomorrow," Harry said.

"Or you could suck it up and attend?" Sapphire suggested.

Harry shook his head. "The only way I am attending any formal event is if I am taken there against my will."

"That was a little dramatic," Lavinia muttered.

"Who knows? It may not even be a formal event," Sapphire said. "It may just have a formal name."

"You want to go that badly, huh?" Harry asked her after a while.

Sapphire blushed a bit, but did not deny it.

Harry sighed. "I could always just use an illusion to make it appear that I am wearing a formal suit," he mused.

"No, you are wearing a suit and you will like it." Sapphire said firmly.

"Now you are asking for too much," Harry said.

Lavinia looked back and forth between the two as she realized that an argument was probably inevitable.

"How am I asking for too much? You just have to wear something formal for a few hours!" Sapphire said. "Besides, I bet you would look amazing in a suit!"

"Suits are restrictive!" Harry shot back.

Seeing that the two were going to argue, Lavinia simply stood up and walked back into her room. Ingvild was too enthralled in the YouTube videos she was watching.

Harry stopped in the hallways, feeling the high amount of anger and malice directed at him. He was trying to find that 'old lady professor' as Sapphire had put it, to know more about the Yule Ball. He had purposely left Sapphire behind; he did not want her to stop him from talking his way out.

"That is a high amount of negativity you are putting out... and we have only interacted once," Harry siad as a greasy haired man, with a hooked nose, and wearing black robes approached him.

Severus Snape simply sneered at him in response. He had seen, first hand, at what the youngest one amongst Harry Potter's... classmates? Teammates? He did not what they were, but he had seen what that girl could do.

Complete wandless, silent casting.

He now knew why Dumbledore was so cautious around them. Not even the Dark Lord was capable of such a feat, and Snape knew full well what the Dark Lord could and could not do. As much as he hated to admit, the Potter brat and his cohorts were powerful.

The fact that he had felt Snape's hatred and malice towards him did not surprise Snape in the slightest. But how could he not hate him? That was the face of his tormentor, with the eyes of the woman he loved. Harry Potter was a constant reminder that he lost Lily to James Potter.

"The Headmaster wishes to talk to you," Snape said simply, and turned around, not wanting to talk to him any further.

"That is all good and all... but seriously. You can always hate me, perhaps you hated my parents. People tend to hate the innocent child for the sins of their parents after all. But... that does not explain the undertones of jealousy," Harry said, catching up to the man.

"Jealous?" Snape could not help but say, incredulously. "Why would I be jealous of an arrogant Potter?"

"Ah, so it is related to my parents," Harry said. "Maybe my father more than my mother."

This time Snape did not rise to the comment. "The Headmaster does not like to be kept waiting," He said simply, knowing that if he were to say anything, Harry would pick up on it and press further.

"Spoilsport," Harry said as he let Snape leave. He sighed to himself. Oh well, that old headmaster was a judge; he would know much more about this Ball than the professor.

Albus Dumbledore did not have to wait long before Harry appeared at his door. With a simple thought, the door swung open, and the young boy walked in.

"You called for me?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Albus said as he picked up the Invisibility Cloak that was lying on his desk and gave it to Harry. "This belonged to your father. He left it in my hands for safekeeping. With so many things going on, it just slipped my mind to return it."

Harry shrugged as he took the Cloak. While such a Cloak would have its uses, it was not so useful to someone like Harry. "An Invisibility Cloak?" Harry asked.

"Indeed," Dumbledore said, debating with himself whether he should tell Harry that it was not just any Invisibility Cloak, but a Deathly Hallow. In the end, he decided against it. Even if the story behind the Hallows had a sliver of truth to them and these items were enchanted by the entity of Death, he could not let someone like Mephisto know that Dumbledore knew about them.

While giving the Invisibility Cloak to Harry may be counter-intuitive to that argument, holding on to the Cloak also seemed wrong to the old Headmaster. It was never his to begin with, and the last thing he wanted was Harry accusing him of theft if he ever found out that Dumbledore had it for all these years.

"Had you originally come to Hogwarts when you were eleven, I would have given it back to you then," Dumbledore said, breaking the awkward silence.

"You were going to give an eleven year old a cloak that turned them invisible?" Harry asked. "In a castle that is surrounded by forests that have Centaurs and man eating spiders and other things that would happily kill a human child?"

"I was going to place a tracking charm on it," Dumbledore answered.

"Oh good, that way at least you would know exactly where my body is when anyone of that kills me," Harry muttered.

"You would have gone into the Forbidden Forest at eleven?" Dumbledore asked.

"Hey look. Eleven year old Harry was an idiot. Not saying that the current me is a genius, but still," Harry said as he neatly folded the Cloak and shrunk it enough to fit it in his pocket. "By the way what is up with that grease ball you sent to call for me?"

Dumbledore sighed. "The grease ball, as you put it, is our Professor Severus Snape. He teaches Potions. I presume you felt the hostility he had to towards you."

Harry nodded.

"That hostility runs deep, I'm afraid. You see, he was bullied relentlessly by your father. And he was in love with your mother. By the time they got together, he had even lost the trust of your mother. You see why he would hate you?"

"Kind of," Harry said. "A very shallow reason, but understandable in a sense."

"To you, perhaps it does come across as shallow. But I suspect he still loves Lily," Dumbledore said.

"Well whatever," Harry said, not wanting to continue this conversation any further. He had no interest in his parents' apparent love triangle with the Potions Professor. "Just one last thing. Is this Yule Ball mandatory for all Champions? As in will I lose points if I do not show up?"

Harry put his empathy in full force as he asked this, to sense if the old Headmaster would lie.

"It is in a traditional sense," Dumbledore said. "A Champion is expected to dance with a partner, as a part of the opening dance. Every single time the Tri-Wizard Tournament is held, it has been this way."

"Oh good I won't lost points if I don't bother to show up," Harry said, a smile forming on his lips.

"But it is expected of you," Dumbledore said.

"I am quite sure that it is also expected that a Tri-Wizard Tournament would have three participants, but we have four. If anything, the opening of the Ball is traditionally meant for three couples dancing, so you have that covered," Harry replied.

"I see that I cannot change your mind about this," Dumbledore muttered.

Harry simply nodded, saying a quick goodbye as he left the office. Well, at this point only one person could, and Sapphire was trying really hard anyways.

Mephisto woke up with large headache.

"Ugh..." Was all he could say. The house was in complete disarray, and the smell of booze and sex was quite high. With a snap of his fingers, the hangover was gone. With another gesture, everything in the house fixed itself, going back as if no orgy party had ever happened.

At least all the participants and guests had left. Or were dead. It had only happened once, but if Mephisto remembered correctly, that was a very wild party with regular humans who thought they were participating in a Satanic ritual. Which involved ritual sacrifice and mutilation.

It had even scarred Mephisto, and was a part of the reason why he never accepted any Contracts any more. Humans could be very disturbing when they wanted to be.

He could only hope that he did not do anything bad last night. His hopes were dashed as he picked up the newspapers.

Mephisto had a subscription for all the local tabloids, both magical and non magical, along with the official newspaper of the German Magical Government. Of course, the headline was in German.

The Ministry Denies All Accusations of Dumping Potions in the Rhine That Turn the Unicorns Gay

An unidentified man claims that the Ministry has been doing this for centuries, which apparently explains the low population and birthrate of unicorns.

Mephisto knew it was a huge problem when the official newspaper reported that. Well at least they could not pin that one on him as none of the newspapers had a description of him, nor had they named him.

"HEYOOO!"

Mephisto jumped, to see a small twin tailed black cat standing in front of him.

"Really? They just let you go?" Mephisto asked with a raised brow. Kuroka shrugged as she transformed into her humanoid form.

"Well..." Kuroka said, recounting what had happened when her trial had come up in front of the Devils' Supreme Court. Her case had to be passed up from the local courts in the Flauros Territory, all the way up to Lilith. It had taken a lot of time and effort, even though Ajuka Beelzebub himself had apparently sponsored her lawyer.

"Hold on a second," said Lord Bael. "She killed Hektor Flauros? I mean, I thought she was responsible for the Mammon disaster?"

"No, that was someone else... she was even executed last month for that," Sirzechs Lucifer said as he rubbed his forehead as he read through Kuroka's file, wondering what to do. He knew full well that this was the older sister of his sister's Rook. Now that he knew the full story, it was quite clear why she killed her King.

And he could not blame her for it. If anyone even tried to think about what Hektor planned to do to Rias, he would level the whole Underworld if it came to that.

"I thought she offed some minor King..." said Lord Phenex as he read through his copy of the file.

"Regardless," Sirzechs tried to say, before Zekram Bael spoke up. The Baels were the only house to have two seats in the court, and that was entirely because of Zekram's influence.

"Hmph. This is quite the predicament. Indeed, who won that bet?"

"No one, Lord Zekram," answered Lady Paimon. "No one bet that his own peerage member would kill him."

"...So who the fuck wins the three hundred million credit pot?!"

Sirzechs slammed his head in exasparation on the desk as the chamber descended into chaos and arguments.

Kuroka and her lawyer sat in their designated spots, wondering how this even happened.

"...in the end they just resolved the money issue, which was evenly split amongst everyone who bet and let me go," Kuroka said with a triumphant grin. "Well, they did place me in probation, and all my movements are tracked for the moment, but otherwise I am free to go! Even met up with my sister and spent a lot of quality time before I decided to come here!"

Mephisto huffed. He was not too surprised that the higher ups had a very little idea of that case. They were all concerned with themselves, and no one liked Hektor Flauros. "Everyday... I am reminded why I left Hell..."

"So... where is everybody?" Kuroka asked, looking around.

"In Hogwarts," Mephisto answered. "Harry entered in a Tournament or whatever. Anyways, if you want to go there, its in Scotland. I am quite sure that you will find it if you can just close in on your bond with Harry."

"Okay!" Kuroka said cheerfully as she vanished from the spot.

Mephisto shook his head as he sat down on his sofa, turning on the TV, tuning in to one of the Fallen Angel drama channels. They had some amazing drama shows, and were a great time to just relax. At least there would be no more–

"We interrupt your daily episode of Fallin' for Fallen for this emergency broadcast," said the young female presenter. "Lord Azazel has summoned the Devil Mephisto Pheles to the Grigory Court, stating that the Devil has been using his own money to purchase highly expensive sex-toys, that, and we quote, 'made sleeping and sitting down super difficult because my ass has been tore a new one!' end quote. Lord Azazel has also asked us to say this, and I quote, 'I know you watch this show you Devil bastard, and I want my money back! I wish you would stop ignoring all my calls and E-mails so I don't have to do this again!' end quote. We now go back to your daily episode of Fallin' for Fallen."

"Well...Fuck."

A bit of a rant here. So, I have gotten a few reviewers that are unhappy with the whole Hogwarts section of this. Now as much as I respect that opinion, there is a bit of a problem. I could always have Harry and co. leave Hogwarts and the Tournament behind with whatever reason I can come up with to explain that. But, the problem with that is that the whole Luna and Daphne subplots would also have to be left behind with no proper resolution.

Like I said, I fully respect your opinion of this – no matter how negative it may be. You don't have to like this fanfic, or the direction I take it in. You can also leave whatever comment/review about it. You have that right as readers. However, at the end of the day, it is still my fanfic. All I ask, is that if you don't like this, and wish to tell me about it, please do so in a respectable manner without being toxic about it.

Please do not misunderstand – not all negative reviews are toxic, neither am I going to call anyone who leaves a negative review a 'hater' or whatever. Criticism is always welcome. At the end of the day, this is just a fanfic that I write just to have fun and treat it as such.

That being said, Tannin having a successful online personality seemed extremely amusing to me. It may not be the most realistic or in character, but I hope it is amusing to you all as it was to me. Besides, who doesn't want to see an actual dragon play video games?

Dumbledore and the cloak: not gonna lie. That whole scene exists because the whole 'tracking charm on the Cloak' is present in every single fic that bash Dumbledore. Except that is what a responsible adult would have done anyways.

And yes, Ingvild did fall down the vtuber hole. As I did. Now my entire youtube recommended is filled with them. Please send help for I do not know how to get out.

Hope you all enjoyed!