Harry Potter and all associated characters, events and people belong to JK Rowling whilst all characters, events and people in Campione belong to Jō Taketsuki.
Chapter 3 - The King of Swords and the The Spear
Two Years Later
Deep within the forests of Switzerland in the middle of a clearing was a large rock that jutted out of the ground. Sat still in the lotus position on the top of the rock was a young boy. He looked to be about eleven or twelve and had raven black hair with that was tied up into a ponytail that fell down to just below his shoulders. He had aristocratic features and high cheekbones which gave him a somewhat regal look. He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a white buttoned shirt that showed off a set of extremely well-defined muscles for someone his age.
His name was Harry Potter but better known to the world at large as Elias Wolf the Seventh Campione. Harry had joined the Greenwich Assembly two years ago after killing the god Fenrir in single combat, becoming their patron Campione.
They had announced to the world his existence under the name Elias Wolf in order to hide his identity. Reactions to the news of the new King were varied but many exclaimed their disbelief that someone so young could become a Campione. Harry was rather lucky though that the Devil of the Balkans, Sasha Dejanstahl Voban had decided he wasn't yet worthy of being his prey or Harry's reign would have ended rather quickly and violently being no match for the veteran Campione. The other elder Campione such as Luo Hao also seemed content to stay away along with the Black Prince Alec and John Pluto Smith. The less said about Salvatore Doni the better.
The response of the Warlocks had been unsurprisingly lacklustre given their attitude to the rest of the Magical World as whilst they acknowledged his ascension they chose to stay away from him personally, Harry was fine with that as long as no one made the connection between him and The-Boy-Who-Lived then he was content.
He had begun his lessons at the Assembly almost immediately upon accepting their loyalty. Vikenti had begun his instructions into the magical arts, teaching him all he could about magic. Including the different kinds of magic systems that existed in the world. There were in total six, in which the magic users of the world could be categorized into.
The first group of magic users are Mages. Those who use the Hermetic Magic of Theurgy to attempt to connect with the Divines who reside in the Domain of Immortality, the higher dimension in which the True Gods, those Gods who have chosen to live within their myth reside. This allows the Mage's to wield powerful magic due to the Divine nature of the power weaved into their magic. It is an option for Mages to focus on one God in particular and strengthen their connection with that God allowing them to use more spells and abilities that are attributed to that specific Divine Being however this can become a weakness as a Mage's connection to a God only remains active if that God decides to remain in the Domain of Immortality. If a True God descends and becomes a Heretic God then the ability for a Mage to use the power of that specific God becomes impossible. Mage's are considered to be mere imitations of Campione. Due to the large number of Gods in existence they are amongst the most numerous magic users in the world.
The second are the Daoist Artists. Those magic users come predominately from the Far East and are wielders of what is known as the Daoist Arts. It is an overarching title that includes many different styles; such as Onmyōdō from Japan which allow the wielders to banish and control spirits and ancient Chinese Magical Arts such as Feng Shui which allow the users to commune and harmonize with the world around them giving them a measure of control of it. It also includes traditional Eastern Martial Arts among its practices. Luo Hao the Godslayer known as the Ruler of the Martial Realm was said to be the greatest Daoist Artist to ever exist.
The third are Hime-Miko's. Women who are descended from Divine Ancestors, the Earth Goddess's who have lost their power and Authorities. These Princess Shrine Maidens are amongst some of the most highly thought of magic users in the world and they all possess and focus on the innate abilities passed down to them from their Divine Ancestor. These talents can vary greatly but most Hime-Miko have some level of Spirit Vision, an ability that allows them to connect to the Memories of the Void, the collective knowledge of the entire world. Other abilities have included Divine Possession the ability to channel the full power of a God within a Hime-Miko's body for a short period of time.
The fourth were the Witches. Similar to Hime-Mikos they are the descendants of Divine Ancestors or priests blessed by Earth Goddesses but instead of focusing on their Innate Abilities they focus instead on the casting of Hermetic Magic. This allows them to pull off feats of magic that would be considered impossible by other magic systems such as unassisted flight as well as the ability to retain their youth using magic. With the combination of their Miko talents and Hermetic Magic, they are amongst some of the most powerful magic users in existence.
The fifth group were the Sorcerers, those linked with Demons. Whereas Mages channel the power of Divine Beings from the Domain of Immortality the Sorcerers channel their power from Demons from the dreaded Realm of Demons, a separate dimension connected to the Netherworld located within the Astral Plane. Due to their long term exposure to the corruptive influence of beings of pure malice, Sorcerers can all categorically be considered evil and are hunted by all sectors of the Magic World. Only the stupid, foolish or insane ever attempt the Demonic Rituals required to summon a Demon, as more often than not they are driven mad in by their vile masters for their pure amusement. Their true nature has long been speculated on but to this day no definitive answer has been achieved since such creatures rarely manifest themselves outside of the Realm of Demons where they hide plotting against the rest of the world.
Finally, the last group are the Warlocks. Their origin lies clouded in mystery, no one is sure how they came about. There have been many suggestions and hypothesis over the years, it has been suggested they were created by a bored Heretic God or that they were once Mage's who had the Divine presence in their magic stripped from them in punishment for a crime they committed against the Gods. They stand somewhat apart from the rest of the magical community, this is of no fault of their own instead it is because unlike the majority of other magic users in the world their power is not directly Divine in origin. They don't call upon the Gods to weave their spells, this means that their magic is far more versatile than Hermetic Magic as their spells aren't affected by the nature of the Gods when they use magic. This system of magic lacking in a divine presence has both its positives and negatives to using it. It is much more versatile and meant they had a reserve of magic existing without the presence of a God however it was much more difficult to call on or summon a God to aid them in spellcasting, not impossible just far more difficult than the other magic users not to mention the majority of them disdain the practice of invoking Gods and steer well clear of it. It has been argued by some scholars that the Warlocks are the strongest group of spellcasters that inhabit this world because of their versatility and separation from the Gods however many Warlocks do not hone their abilities to the same degree other Magic users of other disciplines do and on the whole can be a rather lazy society so only a few Warlocks have trained enoguh to be considered truly strong.
Another side effect of lacking a divine presence is that their magic is very hard to control as it isn't guided by the assistance of a higher being so in order to harness their magic they all require a focus, a wand in order to wield their magic. Only the strongest amongst their number are capable of using the barest hint of wandless magic.
The greatest problem with Warlocks is that they have closed themselves off from the rest of the world rather than live among the normal population. This has meant that inbreeding amongst their older lineages and ignorance of the rest of the world has run rampant throughout their society, this has left them somewhat separated from the rest of the Mystical World.
Harry had taken to the Daoist Arts out of everything though he did dabble in Hermetic Magic. Utilizing the full extent of a Mages ability would be impossible since they specialised in utilizing the power of the True Gods in the Domain of Immortality and Gods of all type were anathema to the Campione.
His studies had also explored the basics of Warlock's Magic, something he was very interested in since it was the magic used by both his parents. He'd been fascinated by what it could do without relying on a God and so he'd thrown himself into his studies of it but run upon a roadblock almost immediately.
The thing that Harry struggled with was control over his immense magic reserves, he'd accidentally created a crater in the courtyard when he'd been trying to banish an apple.
Further exploration into Warlock Magic revealed similar results whenever he tried to perform any spells. He just overpowered everything or the spells got altered by his Authorities, whenever he tried to Transfigure something it would either crumble into dust as it overloaded with magic or it would transform into a wolf after being influenced by his Authorities no matter what he had been trying to do to it. He couldn't even find a wand strong enough to work for him, he just caused them to explode no matter how many he tried!
He'd even tried exercises to work on controlling his magic in order to pull off Warlock Magic, but nothing worked. After numerous trials and errors, he found that he could perform an extremely limited number of simple spells through his hands as a strange recreation of wandless magic but it was a sheer brute force approach with absolutely no finesse and little control.
Until he found himself a focus strong enough he was never going to be able to properly use the magic of his parents.
One interesting thing he'd discovered whilst experimenting was that he couldn't do what Warlocks called Apparation which was for all intents and purposes, using magic power to make a pin sized hole in space and slipping through. The problem he had was that he had far too much power to perform the spell so when he tried to Apparate he created too large a hole and ended up punching a hole straight to the Netherworld by accident. Something mortal Mages could only do using powerful rituals. He also found that he had the same problem when trying to create Portkeys. He couldn't even use Portkeys or be Side-Along Apparated as his immense Magical Resistance interfered with the magic.
Whilst being taught by his teachers he found something that was intriguing, it was the fact that Warlock's couldn't Apparate or activate Portkeys in the vicinity of a Campione or Heretic God, their sheer presence distorted the world around them, including space itself making Apparation impossible.
It was why Warlocks couldn't just simply teleport away from a Heretic God if they were unlucky enough to cross paths with one.
In all his magical education and his understanding of the Magical World was advancing at an acceptable rate and his teachers were very impressed at his dedication.
The other thing that had been hammered into Harry was weaponcraft as Harry learnt to wield many different weapons along with hand to hand combat. The weapons he found himself most comfortable with where the pole weapons, which had caused a strange gleam to appear in the Director's eye when she observed him sparring with the Knights though she refused to tell him why. This coupled with his continuous physical training meant he was able to bring the full potential of the Campione's improved physiology to bare when he trained his less magically orientated skills.
Whilst Vikenti and the other Knights of the Assembly taught him martial and magical skills he was taught things like History, Mathematics and Geography from Sienna Zabini. A strict taskmaster even at the best of times she also taught him languages or more accurately she introduced him to different languages long enough for his language comprehension ability to kick in. Through this method, he was able to speak a plethora of languages by the age of eleven: from French and German to Ancient Greek, Hieroglyphs and Sanskrit.
It had certainly been a strange change to his life. Going from his cupboard to a castle. From being shunned and hated, a 'Freak'. To a King who demanded the respect of all those around him. It had been a huge adjustment and many times during the last two years he had doubted himself, especially during those first few months but getting revenge on the Dursleys had certainly gone a long way to reassure him that this was now permanently his new life. It was because of this that he had thrown himself into his studies in order to learn all he could so he didn't let the people who would rely on him to protect them from Heretic Gods down.
As he took a trip down memory lane he thought back on his first meeting with the only other King he'd had the somewhat dubious pleasure of meeting. His idiot of an older brother. Salvatore Doni.
Flashback.
It had been a year since he had started to learn to master his abilities. Harry was trying to mediate in a clearing whilst leaning against a tree a good few miles away from Magier Festung but for some reason his mind was unsettled. It felt like something was going to go wrong today and he just couldn't seem to concentrate properly.
He was side-tracked from his thoughts when he heard the sound of a twig snapping in front of him. Opening his eyes he searched for the sound of the noise only to see a man standing not twenty meters in front of him. Harry instantly went on guard. He hadn't even sensed the man after all.
He looked to be in his twenties and was wearing grey belted trousers and an open dark open-collared shirt despite the cold weather which showed off an impressive six-pack. He had spiked blond hair with a pair of dark sunglasses perched on his head. His blue eyes were eyeing Harry curiously. The oddest thing about the man though was the large bastard sword sheathed in a black scabbard that he held in his right hand.
"So you're the Seventh? Huh." Said the man.
Harry frowned he didn't know this man but he seemed to instantly recognise him despite the description of his looks not being very widespread.
"Yes, who's asking?" Harry replied somewhat rudely.
The man didn't seem to care instead he just grinned with amusement. "Salvatore Doni, Sixth Campione at your service."
That caused Harry's thought process to screech to a grinding halt. Of course, he knew who Salvatore Doni was. He was the closest Campione geographically to him and was famous for being an absolute prodigy with a blade going as far as to be able to defeat a Heretic God using pure sword skills alone. He was also famous for being perhaps the one out of all the Campione to be truly worthy of being one of Epimetheus' Illegitimate children. In short… an idiot.
"And how can I help you, Lord Salvatore?" Harry asked carefully hoping not to set off the man who faked fits of rage to keep the Italian Mage associations in line.
The other Godslayer just waved his hand languidly. "Doni, you can call me Doni, you are my little brother after all."
Harry just blinked. 'What? What did he just say?' Deciding to move the conversation on Harry asked. "So why have you sought me out then Doni?"
The blond Campione kept the smile on his face though it seemed to grow slightly. "I was bored you see so I came here to see how strong my little brother is."
"Why?" Harry frowned.
Doni just tilted his head to the side. "Why? Why what?"
"Why do we need to fight? We just met." Harry was honestly confused he had no idea what to say to dissuade this blockhead.
Doni just laughed. "Because we are Campione of course, battle is in our very blood. It is who we are. Now, ready yourself!"
With that he pulled his sword out of its sheath, dropping the black scabbard on the floor revealing a long steel sword with a curved crossguard.
"Wait! What are you doing?!" Harry cried out standing up yet even as he said that he tensed his muscles ready to defend from any incoming attack.
"You'd best get ready little bro I'm going to test your skills." With that Doni charged forward like he'd been shot out of a cannon and in an instant he'd covered the distance between them.
Harry was already on the move as Doni's sword came down towards him but he only moved fast enough to roll out of the way of the sword strike that cut clean through the tree behind him.
Harry skidded to a halt and looked up as Doni relaxed his posture again. "Not bad reactions little bro but you'll have to do better than that."
A look of anger crossed Harry's face. For some reason, a strange almost foreign feeling of competitiveness and bloodlust was rising up inside him as he faced his first real fight against an opponent of equal status. He was forced to dodge again as Doni brought his sword down towards him and he stumbled backwards as the blond Godslayer continued through his first slash with a follow-up.
The King of Swords then moved forward and brought his sword around for a third strike, the blade cutting through the air with a whistling sound as the blade came down towards the shorter Harry.
In that split second Harry had an idea and in an instant he moved slightly to the side matching Doni's inhuman speed whilst lashing out with his palm meeting the fuller of Doni's blade with enough force to knock it off its original course and Harry could almost see the shockwave created when his palm met the steel of the blade.
His move caused Doni's sword to slam into the dirt but rather than merely bouncing off the ground the blade cut into the hard forest floor like it was made of butter digging a trench at least a few meters long.
Doni was forced to dodge backwards whilst he yanked his sword out the ground as Harry lashed out with a roundhouse kick. Harry moved backwards creating distance between them as Doni regarded the younger Campione. "Oh you're a Campione all right, no one else would be insane enough to try something like that on me."
Moving Doni said. "Try to withstand this."
With that statement Harry felt magic move through the air, it was different from a spell though, it seemed to possess no intent. Harry watched as Doni slashed his blade downwards with inhuman speed creating a crescent arc of wind and magic to come flying towards him ripping up the ground it touched and creating a long gash in the dirt as it travelled towards him.
Harry concentrated magic onto his hands as he cast a Protego Spell on the skin of his palms causing them to glow a mix of blue and gold. As the crescent wind blade of magical energy arrived in front of him, Harry used his shielded hands to grab the blade of energy intent on smashing it. Unfortunately he wasn't strong enough and with a grunt of effort, he was pushed backwards despite digging his heels into the ground.
Understanding that he wasn't physically strong enough to smash the blade of energy he twisted his wrists and redirected it to the side where it ripped a grove of trees to pieces before dissipating.
Doni was now looking at him with open praise. "Well done little bro, your pretty impressive you know?"
Harry just grinned whilst panting. "Thanks."
"Now it's time to get serious don't you think?" Said Doni as he raised his sword above his head.
Harry's senses began to scream at him as magic flooded the area, the sheer enormity of the power matched only by the time he had fought Fenrir.
"I hereby swear, I forbid the existence of things I cannot cut!" With those Spell Words, Doni was wreathed in a purple aura as the skin of his right arm that held his sword began to turn to a bright reflective silver that covered his arm right to his elbow. The aura of power was nigh suffocating as the ground under Doni's feet cracked from the pressure he was radiating.
The [Ripping Silver Arm], Doni's favourite and most famous Authority. Taken from the Heretic God Nuadha it turns anything into an invincible sword capable of cutting through anything.
Harry gritted his teeth as his face contorted into a snarl and he reached out his own right hand in front of him as he drew on the monstrous reserves of magic inside of him to power his own Authority.
"I call on the children of the strongest wolf, the one that devours the sun, the one that devours the moon, come to me, and lend me your aid!" The Spell Words of the Authority he had usurped from Fenrir caused a black mist to explode out of his body and split into two. The black mist moved through the air until it formed into two twenty meter long Wolves.
The one on the right had light grey fur with glowing blue markings and sapphire blue eyes.
Hati. The Wolf who eats the Moon.
The one on the left was black-furred with glowing red markings and crimson eyes.
Sköll. The Wolf who eats the Sun.
Both creatures were cloaked in the golden aura of the Divine. Hati was produing a froigid cold aura around its massive furred body whilst Sköll seemed to have fire burning in its massive maw ready to be unleashed.
Harry hadn't used the [Wolf King's Children] Authority many times before and he could feel the powerful Divine Beast trying to break free from him. Pushing all his will into controlling them he could feel both Hati and Sköll bend to his command albeit begrudgingly. Although Sköll seemed the more amicable of the pair, if only slightly.
Both massive wolves let out defining roars which threw up dirt and dust into the air as the branches of the trees in front of them snapped with the force of the shockwaves their roars produced. The two Divine Beasts charged Doni, their paws digging into the dirt creating small craters wherever they stepped, they crossed the ground in an instant and were in mid-leap, ready to tear the King of Swords into tiny little pieces.
"Not bad! But not good enough!" Roared Doni as he swung out with a horizontal slash of his blade that caused Harry's instincts to scream at him to dodge.
The sword slammed into the two powerful Divine Beasts with all the might of the King of Swords power. Harry saw them getting pushed back by the power of the Authority as they tried to resist the unstoppable sword strike, the two Divine Beast resisted admirably but Harry was still unskilled at using his Authorities to their full potential in compassion to his foe and they succumbed to the inevitable and were ripped in two, exploding into golden dust.
Harry just managed to duck down out of the way as the sword slash continued, cutting into the forest behind him slicing at least an acre and a half of trees in two.
It was the power of an Authority, power beyond any mortal's ability, destruction capable of ripping mountains in two and destroying armies in a single blow.
Harry ignored the thundering sound of hundreds of trees falling to the ground behind him as he exploded forwards through the disintegrating forms of his Authority.
He saw Doni's eyes widen in surprise as Harry gathered enough magic power in his hands to cause them to glow a golden colour. Doni brought his sword in front of his body just in time to defend himself. As Harry's magic cloaked palms slammed into the blade an audible bang rang out as a shockwave that ripped into the ground under their feet blew outwards from the collision sending Doni flying backwards into a tree, only to blow right through the tree sending splinters flying through the air.
Doni continued his flight through the air smashing straight into another tree and into another. Finally, the King of Swords was able to twist his body around and dig his sword into the ground to slow himself down after colliding and destroying no less than three trees.
Doni stood up his shirt caked in mud but apart from that, he looked completely unharmed. "Not bad little brother, not bad."
Harry staggered from exhaustion but funnily enough, he just grinned at Doni. "Hey, I'm only ten you know, give me a bit of a break."
Doni just laughed. "I think we'll get on great don't you think little bro?"
Harry chose to just sit down on the spot as he tried to get a hold of himself. "Yeah just don't attack me right off the bat next time?"
Doni slumped his shoulders slightly but nodded. Harry looked somewhat mortified as he realised that Doni had wanted to attack him again the next time they met. 'Just what sort of friendship have I gotten myself into?' Harry thought as the blockhead of a Campione sat down next to him in the middle of the destroyed forest.
Flashback End
He had received a thorough scolding from Madame Atkins for that stunt but luckily he'd managed to deflect most of the blame on Doni who just shrugged his shoulders completely unperturbed they had destroyed a large swath of forest that the Director had to explain away to the local authorities who went investigating. The blond sword prodigy had just laughed saying it wasn't anything to get worked up over. The grinding of her teeth as Madame Atkins had tried to glare a hole in Doni's head had been funny to watch till she had switched that glare to him and he had to stop himself from fleeing in terror. It was even scarier than facing a Heretic God! Seriously how dense did Doni have to be to be able to not notice a look that terrifying!
He was knocked out of memory lane as he heard someone speak up behind him. "So Your Majesty how goes your meditation on the deeper mysteries of the world." This caused his eyebrow to twitch slightly as he took in the boy talking to him.
He was eleven with olive coloured skin and black hair and possessed a cheeky grin on his face.
Harry just huffed before he drawled. "How many times have I told you, Blaise, you don't have to call me that, my name is Harry after all."
Blaise Zabini that was the boy who stood who stood in front of him. They had met two years ago when Harry had begun his tutoring under Blaise's mother Sienna. Being the only two boys of similar age in the entire castle the boys had bonded quickly and despite the fact that Blaise was somewhat in awe of Harry they were close friends. Close enough that Harry had even told him his true name and identity. Their bond was a close one and Blaise had even gone as far as to swear his personal loyalty to Harry in a wish to serve the young King he called a friend in the future. An oath Harry had gladly accepted and ever since then Blaise had begun to refer to Harry as 'Your Majesty' in an effort to piss his friend off.
Blaise himself just grinned in amusement as he watched his young King hop off the rock he'd been sitting on and stretch his muscles. "So Blaise how are you feeling about going to Hogwarts?"
Blaise took on a more solemn look as he looked out over the water. "Not bad I guess. I mean it's unlikely that Dumbledore will make the connection between the Assembly and you but either way my Occlumency skills have already been tested and are well up to scratch so it's not like he can take a casual peak to find out the truth. Anyways my Mother and the Director are in the Roundtable Room, they want to meet you."
Harry just nodded as they began to make their way back to the castle. "It's strange to think you'll be gone for most of the year but alas you must learn to master your magic."
Blaise nodded. "I know it's going to be odd. I'll probably end up in Slytherin and have to share a dorm with that ponce Malfoy."
Harry just grimaced at that thought, he'd heard about the young Malfoy Scion, just like his father, all bigotry just none of his father's cunning or tact. He pitied anyone who had to share a dorm with that boy.
Blaise looked over at his friend. "What I don't get is how you managed to avoid getting a letter as I did."
Harry just shrugged. "That wasn't that hard actually. The letter works by a special tracking charm attached to a child's magic signature and since Campione by their very nature can resist contracts or bindings even created by Heretic Gods so throwing off a mere tracking charm was contemptuously easy."
Blaise nodded in understanding sometimes he forgot that his best friend was someone who defied fate itself and could shatter the concept of impossible with a whim. "That makes sense. You know it's going to be immensely entertaining to see Dumbledore's face when he realises you aren't coming to Hogwarts."
Harry nodded as they arrived in front of the castle. "You know seeing this place never gets old."
Blaise just snorted. "You're telling me."
Magier Festung was a Gothic style castle built on top of a small steep hill in the middle of a V-shaped valley deep in the Alpine Mountains the hill was surrounded by forest with a lake stretched out on one side and an airstrip on the other side. The castle had a wall that ran around the whole of the fortress which had runes, talismans and seals built into and carved onto it in order to make it far stronger than its base materials alone. The castle was a mix of spires and towers which contained the military arm of the Greenwich Assembly and just as importantly the Archives. The Greenwich Assembly's collective knowledge gathered, compiled and kept safe for many generations. Surrounding the whole walled fortress was a mix of enchantments, wards and barriers both physical and magical that kept out any enemies hoping to break into the ancient stronghold and made it better defended than even Fort Nox.
It was a beautiful piece of engineering and magical brilliance that was the headquarters of one of the most powerful magical organisations in the world.
As they made their way through the massive reinforced front gates they came into a courtyard that had a few people walking in different directions. They bowed to Harry in respect as he passed them. The two boys made their way up through the castle as they headed towards the Roundtable Room.
Pushing the door to the room open Harry made his way to the special seat set aside for him as he saw that both Sienna Zabini and the Assembly's Director were sitting in their own seats as Blaise made his way to stand behind his mother.
Harry raised an eyebrow as he sat down in his seat on the raised platform. "What's the problem?"
Madame Atkins nodded at the young King. "Thank you for coming Harry, we wanted to talk about your finances."
Harry blinked as he leaned back in his chair. "Finances?" He parroted.
Madame Atkins just nodded. "Your parents left you a Trust Vault with the Goblins of Gringotts in England and the Potter Family Vaults should also be available for you to withdraw from."
Harry nodded. "Okay, I'll go to the Goblins further on the year when the inevitable panic over me not attending Hogwarts ends."
Madame Atkins nodded once more. "Very well."
Sienna spoke up changing the subject. "Blaise and I have already gone to Diagon Alley and collected the required equipment for school including a wand and he is ready to go."
She then got a mischievous smile on her face. "Our agent in Privet Drive reported that they saw an old man they identified as Dumbledore go to Number 4."
Harry and Blaise both grinned, Dumbledore would not be a welcome guest at Magier Festung any time in the future after it had been discovered that he was the man responsible for dumping Harry on the Dursleys front door in the middle of the night in November and never bothering to check on him or do anything about Arabella Figg's complaints to him. Harry laughed before he said. "I bet that was amusing to watch him run around like a headless chicken."
Sienna nodded as she tried to stop herself from giggling. "Yes seeing that man lose his grandfatherly look as his plan falls apart will certainly be funny. Blaise will have to send us a Pensive memory."
"Of course I will mother." Blaise smirked with a twinkle of mischief in his eye.
The corner of the Directors mouth twitched in amusement at the byplay before her look grew stern again. "Now thank you for coming Sienna, young Blaise but there is something I must speak to His Majesty about."
Both Blaise and Sienna grew solemn, rare was the time the Director addressed Harry with his title, it meant she was serious about something. They both exchanged looks before bowing to Harry and leaving the room without any fuss.
Harry was now looking inquisitively at the Director. This wasn't Harry's surrogate grandmother but the leader of a Mage Association addressing her King.
"Your Majesty you have been with us for two years now and I believe you are now mature enough to see and protect the Assembly's greatest treasure known only to the leaders of the Assembly." Madame Atkins said as her eyes bored into the young King.
Harry looked somewhat taken aback but nodded solemnly given the atmosphere.
The Director nodded to herself as she stood up and made her to the wall on one side of the room. Seeming to be looking for something her hand trailed over the stone blocks that made up the wall only to stop on one block in particular halfway up the wall. As her hand landed on the stone block she pushed causing the block to move inwards as Harry felt numerous Talismans and protections deactivate and a door appeared out of the wall. He had to stop himself from gaping. It wasn't the fact that there was a secret door in the wall but more to do with the fact that he hadn't even sensed the protections or the door in the first place. Campione had enhanced spiritual and magical senses to the point that they might as well be bloodhounds at seeking out hidden enchantments. Yet he hadn't sensed anything, not even a trace!
Harry saw the small smile on the Director's face as her eyes twinkled merrily with amusement. She'd obviously seen his response and found it funny. Huffing in annoyance Harry walked over to her. "How the hell didn't I sense that?"
"The enchantments that hide the door are built into the protections around the room that stop any espionage on this room effectively masking them from any who would try to sense and locate those specific spells." Was the response from the Director.
Harry watched as she walked over to the door and pulled a knife out of her dress and slashed it across her palm drawing blood which fell on the ornate handle of the door. As the blood dripped down out of her palm and onto the handle Harry heard a click and he could feel with his senses as an enchantment which was obviously blood bound to Madame Atkins disengage as she pulled the door open revealing a downwards spiral staircase that disappeared into the darkness.
The Director turned to address him with a raised eyebrow. "Shall we?"
Harry nodded as he grinned. "As if you could stop me."
That just caused the Director to snort. "You're a Campione, of course, I can't stop you, I haven't developed suicidal tendencies after all."
Harry just shook his head as the Director stepped through the door as torches along the side lit up showing the way. "Come on we should do this in a timely fashion, it's going to take me a while to get back up these stairs, I haven't climbed them in a while."
As they began their descent Harry cheekily asked. "What want me to carry you back up?"
Madame Atkins turned as she continued walking downwards and gave him a glare, showing just how amusing she thought his joke was.
He raised his hands in surrender. 'Honestly, you just can't please some people.'
Harry was stopped from making any more jokes at his surrogate grandmother's expense as they continued downwards. With his improved magical senses he could sense something off in the air and it was coming from below them.
Looking at the woman in front of him he asked her seriously. "What is down here then?"
"Something that will greatly help you, something the Assembly spent great cost to obtain." Was her rather cryptic reply.
As they continued downwards Harry felt that they must be lower than even the bottom of the hill the castle stood on. After what felt like hours they came out into a very large open cavern with torches lighting the edges. In the centre of the room was a raised platform with a stand in the middle of it and resting on the stand was something long and thin, wrapped in a white cloth that had turned grey as it aged. The cloth bundle was wrapped in what Harry could clearly sense were magical chains with powerful Oriental Sealing Talismans hanging from them, the chains were anchored to pillars on the outside of the room. The strangest thing though was that whatever was in the cloth and chain wrapped bundle was shaking slightly causing the chains to rattle as if it was trying to escape.
"What's that?" Harry asked, the sealed item was giving him a distinct sense of danger.
"This is the sealed Divine Weapon of the legendary general and Heretic God Guan Yu. The Guandao known as the Green Dragon Crescent Blade."
That caused Harry's eyes to widen in surprise as he looked between the serious looking Director and the sealed weapon. He had done much research into history over his two years of study on cultures all over the world. One of them was the story of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms so of course, he recognized the name of the General who served under the Warlord Liu Bei only to be betrayed and executed when allies of his Warlord broke their alliance and were able to capture the famed general.
He was deified by the Chinese people after his death and was referred to as the 'Saint of War' to Confucian's 'Saint of Culture' and played a central part of their religion as a God of War. His weapon of choice as legend had it was the Guando, a Chinese spear weapon which he is accredited with creating. His personally crafted one was known as Green Dragon Crescent Blade or the Frost Fair Blade.
"Seriously?!" Harry cried out in shock that such a weapon of legend had been in such close proximity to him for so long.
Madame Atkins nodded as she launched into her explanation. "This is the weapon personally wielded by the Heretic God Guan Yu when he descended a few hundred years ago. A young Campione at the time challenged the God to a battle but the Chinese God was simply too powerful for him to stop and they ended up in a situation of mutual annihilation. As both combatants died, killing each other, my ancestor found the weapon in the aftermath of their battle as despite technically being a Subordinate God it managed to cling to its form on the mortal plain. My ancestor hypothesised in his journals that this was because the blade's myth was great enough for the Divine Weapon to exist on its own without its master but it was badly damaged by the backlash of the severing of the bond and unable to heal itself with the loss of its master. Despite its broken state though it still managed to greatly injure my ancestor and wipe out his group of Assembly Knights in the end, they managed to seal it and drag it back to the Assembly where it has remained to this day."
"Wow! Your ancestor sounds like an impressive guy." Harry said, he was being honest, it took real courage to try to seal a God even a nearly dead one.
"Perhaps but he has nothing on you, I mean honestly killing a God at nine. Who would have believed such an absurdity was possible?" The Director responded with a huff as she shook her head.
"So I don't think you would have brought me down here to look at a half-dead Divine Weapon so what are we here for?" Harry asked.
"You're going to subdue it." The Director responded as she looked at the sealed weapon.
"Huh?" Harry asked dumbly.
"You need a weapon, your spar with Lord Salvatore proved that and this will be perfect for you to wield." She responded.
Harry thought about it for a moment. She was honestly correct. His battle with Doni had been extremely one-sided, he'd barely kept the King of Swords from killing him and Doni had only used one of his Authorities, and far from its full power and it had left him in an almost exhausted state.
"You're right. Alright, let's do this." Harry nodded.
"I'll get clear, the ceiling has been reinforced with enchantments so we should be okay with cave-ins but I don't fancy being in the way when you release the seals on it." Said Madame Atkins as she turned around to retreat to the safety of the stairs.
Harry rotated his shoulder as he prepared for the coming battle and once the Director was clear he approached the raised platform causing the sealed weapon to shake even more as if sensing his presence.
Harry gripped the chains keeping the Divine Weapon sealed and with a grunt he began to pull on them. He pulled harder as he felt the sealing talismans beginning to fail as they were assaulted from an outside source. With one massive roar of exertion, Harry ripped the chains away dropping them to the floor as he quickly backed away to assume a position ready for battle.
As the last of the chains hit the ground with a dull thud everything in the cavern went silent and one would even be able to hear a pin drop in the deafening silence
Then Harry tensed as a powerful magical presence exploded from the wrapped up weapon. It wasn't at the level of Fenrir or Doni but it was still leagues above even the strongest mortal magic users he'd met. Its power levels also seemed to be fluctuating as if it couldn't focus its power properly, though that wasn't that surprising if what the Director had told him about the weapon was true. It must still be damaged unable to heal all this time. He'd have to force it to submit to him if he wanted it as a weapon then he'd be able to use his own power to restore it.
Harry watched as the powerful magical presence burnt away the cloth protecting the weapon revealing the Divine Weapon to the world.
It was long with a 4 maybe 5-foot pole of wood that had a wide, curved, one-sided blade on the top. The back of the blade had a spiked serration near the base of the blade and at the point where the blade met the wooden pole was an ornate dragons head made of what looked like silver that connected the blade to the wood. On the other end of the pole was a metal spike which seemed to serve as a counterbalance for the heavy blade on the other end.
The aura of power and majesty it produced was only slightly diminished by the damage on it. Harry could see the chipped wood of the pole and the rust on the blade from here which should have been impossible as Divine Weapons shouldn't even be able to rust. 'It could only be the damage done to it when it was ripped from its master's control when Guan Yu died' was the thought that ran through Harry's head as he studied the legendary weapon.
Harry let out a small sigh of relief, it meant it wasn't at its full strength of a Subordinate God. Not as bad as a full Heretic God but stronger than a Divine Beast. Now though it was on the same level of a Divine Beast which meant that capturing it would be much easier.
He watched as the Divine Weapon floated up into the air before hanging there for a second, then it was enveloped in a green mist which seemed to explode outwards, expanding and changing as it writhed in the air.
As the mist vanished Harry could see the form inside exposed to the world in all its glory. It was long, about 30 meters in length and its body looked similar to that of a Basilisk but it was floating in mid-air despite having no wings along with a pair of clawed hands on the front of its body near its head and was covered in bright green scales. It was an Oriental Dragon.
It was at this point that Harry remembered an old legend about the Guandao wielded by the 'Saint of War', it was said that a green dragon had been flying past when the blade was being forged and it was cut up into pieces with parts of the dragon becoming part of the weapon, this must be the manifestation of that legend.
Despite the awe, the dragon produced he could still see the damage on it just as when it was in its true form. Its scales were charred black in some places as if burned and many of them were peeling off its body revealing the vulnerable skin underneath
The Dragon Avatar's eyes focused on him as it let out a deafening roar filled with pain and rage. It didn't seem like the weapon wanted to converse with him, Harry knew weapons of its calibre were sentient and capable of verbal or telepathic communication but it seemed like the Guandao had gone slightly insane in its current state and its mind was clouded with rage.
Harry raised his hand in front of him as he incanted. "Oh great wolf that chases the sun, the wolf that drives back the darkness, lend me your strength and mighty claws to rip my enemies into pieces!"
As the spell words activated the Authority buried deep within Harry a black mist exploded out from his body forming into a massive wolf covered in black fur. The wolf had massive red eyes that shone like rubies and pulsating red runes covered its head. The massive wolf let out its own roar as the two legendary beasts stared each other down in the worlds strangest Mexican standoff.
Over the year since his first duel with Doni Harry had been working on manipulating his Authorities, hoping to make them more versatile and useful in battle and he had succeeded, to an extent. One thing he found that he could do was when using the [Wolf King's Children] Authority was that if he changed the Spell Incantation he could summon Sköll or Hatil separately.
Sköll stood proudly in the underground cavern as it glared at the fellow [Steel] in front of it. It was an attribute that the summoned Authority could innately sense that just rolled off its opponent body. This was a weapon of legend one that sung of valor, bravery and blood and caused the blood in Sköll's veins to roar for battle.
Suddenly the Dragon Avatar charged, its body exploding out of its coiled state as it rushed the wolf. Sköll himself charged forward to meet his foe as the two titanic beasts wreathed in divinity met in the center of the cavern each smashing into each other with all their strength, causing a massive thud to be transmitted through the stone floor as the ground around the two shattered like clay under the force of their collision.
The winner of the exchange of strength was clear almost immediately as Sköll grabbed the dragon's body in its jaw, biting down hard and throwing it back with a shake of its head sending it careening through the air before smashing into the far side of the cavern.
It wasn't surprising, Sköll was an extremely powerful [Steel] based Authority and the Guandao was badly damaged already and in no condition for battle least against an Authority from a Campione.
The Dragon Avatar shook itself as it twisted around letting out a snarl through rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its eyes were wild and clouded with pain, rage and madness. The dragon darted forward once more before it suddenly changed directions heading straight for Harry whose eyes widened comically in surprise before he narrowed his eyes and readied himself for action.
Harry suddenly exploded into action as he summoned up his magic power and forcibly applied his will to it, commanding it to form physical structure. In the air around Harry, twelve green glowing swords made purely out of magic appeared out of thin air.
It was a creation he'd come up with when he'd been exploring ways to use Warlock Magic or more accurately the arts of Transfiguration and Conjuration. You see rather than try turning one object into another or turn air into something else he tried to form an object out of pure magic. A technique only a Campione would be capable of pulling off using their obscene magic reserves. Miraculously it had worked, though why they always came out the same color as his eyes he didn't know. He couldn't manipulate them much and creating complex creations was impossible but something simple like creating basic weapons and flinging them at enemies, that he could do.
So with but a gesture from Harry, they were catapulted forward straight towards the Dragon smashing into its hardened scales. Due to the high magical resistance of the beast, it did nothing more than cause the Dragon to flinch and stall slightly as the blades shattered into tiny pieces as they hit the Dragon's scales creating nothing more than scratches and small puncture wounds on the beast. But it was enough to give the Beast slight pause.
Just as the Dragon was about to bear down on top of him Sköll came barreling in from the side throwing the Dragon Avatar once more into the air.
This time Sköll kept up the attack leaping into the air before coming down on the Dragon's claws pinning it to the floor.
Harry moved quickly as the Dragon Avatar tried to lean forward and tear out the throat of Sköll who was holding it down.
Arriving near the two beasts as he raised his right hands and formed his magic into a banishing Charm before unleashing it towards the clashing Divine beings.
An actual shockwave of raw power tore its way through the air coming from Harry's palm tearing up the ground and rippling the air until it impacted the body of the Dragon who had barely enough time to turn its head before it was hit full force with the attack.
Whilst there was enough power behind it to flip a heavily armored tank the incredible Magical Resistance the Subordinate God boasted meant that rather than it cratering the wall at high speed it was thrown a few feet into the air and out of the way of Sköll who reacted instantly and turned to face its adversary who had quickly risen and coiled its body once more ready to attack.
Suddenly the Dragon roared and exploded forward once more with the momentum of freight train, Sköll was only able to react at the very last second, jumping to the side with a large leap leaving massive paw indents in the ground from where he had stood only milliseconds before.
He barely made it, moving to the side with only a hairs breath between their bodies.
Sköll hit the ground hard, his paws cracking the stone where he landed and digging up ground as he skidded backwards because of his massive momentum.
Sköll refused to the let that slide and let out a deafening roar before jumping back into battle once more, charging he crossed the distance between the two instantly and moved out of the way of the Dragon's jaw with an impressive display of acrobatics for a massive wolf before maneuvering around its body and clamping his teeth around the Dragon's neck before he began to thrash it around as if it was a chew toy.
Shaking it up into the air before smashing it down into the ground causing deep rivets wherever the Dragons body connected with the solid stone beneath.
Each hit was shaking the entire chamber and causing particles of dust to fall from the ceiling.
After one great heave of effort Sköll lifted the Dragon Avatar up into the air before with a move worthy of a professional wrestler he smashed the Dragon Avatar down into the ground with all its massive wight and power behind the attack causing a massive boom to reverberate through the chamber as the ground shook like it had been hit by an earthquake sending dust flying into the air.
When the dust had cleared it revealed that Sköll had the Dragon's neck in its jaw in a crater from where the Dragon had smashed into the stone ground. The Dragon's body was littered with injuries and broken scales and it looked to be in no shape to continue the fight between he two Divine Beasts.
He had won.
Seeing that the Avatar of the Divine Weapon had been subdued Harry stopped the flow of magic powering the [Wolf King's Children] Authority. The wolf let out a small whine as it was forced to let go of its prey but it obeyed reluctantly dissipating into golden dust that vanished into nothing. He slumped slightly, even though he had the magic for it, concentrating on keeping two Authorities active and under control even with one at half power was difficult.
Stealing himself he approached the defeated Avatar and placed his hand on its hide. Closing his eyes he found the spirit of the artifact, its intelligence even immortal was fractured from the backlash of losing its former master rendering its spirit something more beastlike than godlike. Instinctual and violent, lashing out at anything and everything it perceived a threat.
Reaching out with his magic and power Harry touched the edge of its spirit as he tried to establish a connection with it. If he had had his eyes open he would have seen the Dragon Avatar glow green before changing into a green mist and shrinking back to its original form.
As he tried to reach out he felt it discover his probing. Reacting like an enraged beast the spirit of the blade lashed out against him like a cornered animal.
Harry could feel the raw emotions of the beast like spirit as it attacked, powerful emotions assaulted his mind as the blade's fractured consciousness lashed out anyway it could.
Pain.
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Anger.
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Rage.
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Loneliness.
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All these emotions assaulted Harry as he felt the blade's mental attack. They began to push at Harry's consciousness like a battering ram. Momentarily taken aback by the sheer overwhelming presence of the emotions Harry marshaled himself as he fired his own mental battering ram at the blade's spirit with only one overwhelmingly powerful emotion.
Submit.
If the blade was going to attack him like an animal then he would have it bow to him, the rightful Alpha. Harry could feel the consciousness of the blade fighting back, its great will putting up an almighty defense, but it wasn't enough.
Harry's own will was one forged in the suffering of loss and continues loneliness, a will of a Campione, one who has defied fate and stood against impossible odds, unyielding in the face of overwhelming power and possessed the arrogance of a Supreme King.
A Devil who would take what he wanted and nothing not Fate nor Destiny nor a God would stand in his way!
With that thought he reached inside himself and called on Hati and Sköll, both wolves were roused from their slumber and joined him in his assault, their wild and savage instincts battering away at the spirit of the blade.
If Harry had seen himself from the outside he would have seen that he had begun to glow a golden colour as magic exploded out from his body permeating the air with his presence.
The blade put up an admirable fight as its powerful will refused to submit but… it was no Heretic God. Stripped of the majority of its power the Subordinate God couldn't resist the will of a God Slaying Devil King utilising one of his Authorities. The spirit of the blade raged and roared against the all-encompassing will pressing down on it, but… Harry could feel the spirit of the blade slowly but surely bow its head, as it acknowledged him as master. With the final acknowledgement of submission, a connection between him and the blade formed binding them together for eternity.
As the spirit finally acknowledged him, he opened his eyes and saw the Green Dragon Crescent Blade lying in his arms.
Despite its size, it felt light in Harry's hands as he examined the blade. It was still damaged and looking worse for wear but Harry could feel his power slowly repairing both its physical and mental aspects. It would take some time but it would be back to its full glory soon enough.
As Harry wished he had a place to store the Guandao as it was a bit cumbersome to lug the blade around everywhere. The blade seemed to recognise his wish, eager to please its new master it disappeared in a green mist before sinking into his arm.
Harry rolled up his sleeve and saw that the blade had taken the form of a line of Chinse characters tattooed on his skin which if he read right translated to the name of the Divine Weapon. 'Green Dragon Crescent Blade'. He could instinctively feel that it would take but a thought to summon the legendary weapon to his hand ready for battle.
Harry grinned to himself as the Director appeared from the cover of the spiral staircase, she had a look of awe on her face. "Th-The power, dear heavens. That was terrifying… although I don't think we will be able to use this room for a while." She trailed off as she looked around the cavern causing Harry to look sheepish.
The raised platform and the area around it in the centre of the cavern had been obliterated into nothing but dust with large cracks in the stone floor radiating from the centre of the room like a massive spiders web. There was also a massive dent in the spell reinforced wall where the Dragon Avatar had been smashed into it. Finally, there were more than a few spider web cracks in the floor where Sköll had stepped, cracking the floor underneath its massive weight and off to the side was the large crater where the Dragon Avatar had smashed into he ground as Sköll subdued it.
All in all the cavern looked a complete mess. Like a small war had been fought inside it, which was actually the truth.
"Yeah… sorry about that." Harry said as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"It's fine." The Director sighed. "It's not like we need to use this room anymore what with you having taken the Crescent Blade. You do have it now don't you?"
Harry grinned whilst nodding, showing her the tattoo on his arm now. "Yep. It's bound permanently to me. I can call it out at any time though it will take some time to get it back to its old glory it shouldn't be a problem."
Madame Atkins nodded. "It's time we get back up top. I'm sure everyone within a fifty-mile radius felt that and I'm sure their currently panicking thinking a Heretic God has descended."
Harry laughed and raised an eyebrow. "Sure you don't want me to carry you back up those stairs?"
Madame Atkins turned to look at him, a mischievous smirk covered her old features and he suddenly thought he would regret teasing her. He may be a Campione but sometimes the old woman scared him.
Harry received one Authority from killing Fenrir.
It is called the [The Wolf King's Children] also known as the [The Celestial Devourers]. This Authority summons the two mythological children of the Arch Wolf Fenrir. Hati and Sköll. In Norse Mythology they chase the Moon and the Sun respectively through the sky and at Ragnarok when the world is about to end they will finally catch their pray and eat the Sun and Moon.
As an Authority they are immensely powerful Divine Beasts of the [Steel] type with immense physical and magical strength capable of making shockwaves capable of shattering trees and rocks with their roars alone. They possess immense advantages against Heretic Gods and Authorities that centre around the Sun and Moon with Hati capable of devouring the Authority or severing the connection of a Heretic God with the Moon whilst Sköll can do the same with Authorities or Heretic God's who centre around the Sun.
AN: Thank you to MasterOfDragonsGods for the reminder that Campione can only receive one single Authority per God they slay, the first release of this chapter had Harry wielding two separate ones. Apologies for any who read that and got confused.
The second Divine power Harry possess is:
The Green Dragon Crescent Blade wielded by the legendary Chinese General Guan Yu.
It is a powerful weapon that Harry can channel his power through in order to create massive blades of compressed shockwaves in a similar manner Doni can with his sword.
It is sentient and can be stored within Harry and be summoned in a moments notice. It is a powerful Divine Weapon capable of keeping up with the ravages of a battle between Gods and Godslayers.
Dragon Blessing: A weapon born according to legend under a soaring Dragon after which it was named, it grants its wielder the strength of a Dragon capable of ripping the earth and the speed of a soaring beast capable of crossing the skies themselves. Both the strength and speed of the wielder will be increased exponentially.
Authority of Steel: The weapon of a General who ascended to be a God of War. It remembers the hours upon hours of training and the blood it has reaped on the battlefield
This weapon was one chosen due to the overwhelming number of characters who wield either swords, spears or bows in anime and I wanted to spice it up a bit. its wielder is imbued with the power and ability to use the blade as if they were a Master of the Art.
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Harry's ability to create things through his magic is a way for him to use his native magic, admittedly on a higher level than normal magic but it is still Warlock Magic. (It was an idea stolen from Fate's Gilgamesh Gate of Babylon and Shiro's Unlimited Blade Works.) It is not actually that strange for a Campione to use normal magic. Luo Hao is well known to use the Daoist Arts in most of if not all her fights.
AN update: Thanks for all the reviews on this chapter! As for where this story is going, the next bit will be focused on Harry surprisingly, though it will include much more about the 'Wizarding World.'
Thanks for all the positive reviews! It makes it worth writing!
