Chapter 6

They were currently waiting for Finral to open the portal for them to get to London. It had been so long since he had seen anything outside of Hogwarts.

But he wondered what the rest of the Squad was doing while they were out of the castle?

Probably have fun and be a massive headache for the old Goat. He couldn't help but chuckle at that thought.


That ginger kid really had been a pain in his ass. He may be the Twins brother but still. Where did he gain the illusion that he was the Captain's best friend? He was pretty sure the Captain didn't do friends, he just wasn't the type.

Eventually, he had just shoved him out of the way. But now he needed a place to hide the wand, that he had lifted off of him.

He paced in the corridor while ignoring the tapestry of some ugly green things trying to dance. He needed a place to hide this stick, preferably somewhere the idiot wouldn't find it.

The sudden shift in the air behind him was almost unnoticeable. There on the blank wall was now a door. He cautiously approached it. It didn't look trapped, either normally or with magic.


Damn it. Whoever pulled them here better hope he never found them. He had just been talking with Marie when it happened. The only indication that something had happened had been the shaking of the base and the sudden disappearance of the connection to Marie's mirror.

If he ever got his hands on whoever was responsible they'd pay. He had been away on longer missions before, where he couldn't talk to Marie. But he'd always been able to tell her. And now she had just watched him disappear, she must be worried sick about him. Or worse, what if she thought he didn't care about her anymore.

No, he couldn't think that. Marie was his everything.

Entering a random room he saw tables and chairs stacked against the walls and a large object hidden under a piece of cloth. He could feel the magic leaking from it, it felt somewhat similar to his mirrors.

Approaching it he pulled the cloth away revealing a large mirror, with some inscription on its frame. But his gaze was immediately captured by the sight of Marie. His little sister just stood there, a huge smile on her face, as if she was the happiest person in the world. Something only she deserved.

This mirror dared to imitate his sister? Before he had realized he had summoned his mirrors and his Grimoire was floating beside him. As much as he wanted to see Marie, he wanted to see the real her, not some cheap imitation, because any imitation of her was cheap.

As his mirrors blasted apart the offender a small part of it fell onto his open grimoire and he watched a new spell appearing in it.

"Erised fo Noitcelfer?"


She couldn't believe it. These people called themselves master cooks? Unforgivable.

Their quality was not high enough to even approach that level. So she had taken to come here every day, to make sure that they got to that level. But also to broaden their repertoire and hers.

A master cook never knew enough recipes.

"Tipsy, you need to flip that steak. Pakdy, lower the temperature in the oven by a few degrees. Pinpy, don't stir that stew so much. Deemey, that needs more salt. Vaddy, the noodles are almost done. Skelpy, the pieces need to be smaller."

A chorus of affirmatives was echoed by the ecstatic house-elves. Not only were they taught how to improve their cooking but also new recipes. This was a dream come true for them. And Mistress Charmy even ate it all, so nothing was wasted and they always were told what to do to improve.

"Let's cook the most delicious things ever. LAAA!"


Why were they running from him? He just wanted to make friends. But they always ran for some reason. Since this was a different world he had hoped it wasn't the case, but the moment he had approached them they had seemed scared, and when he had started talking they had run like he was trying to kill them.

Maybe he should just go back to the base. There he knew he had friends that cared about him and would talk with him.

With slouched shoulders, he turned around and made his way back. After a few corridors, he found a book lying on the floor. Someone had etched a word on its cover. He hadn't gotten around to learning the alphabet of this world yet.

He should return this to whoever it belonged to. Maybe they would be grateful and wouldn't run away.

"Excuse me?"

Turning around he saw a blonde girl approaching him. Dangling from her ears were earrings that looked like radishes and she had a necklace of corks. He immediately recognized the care both things had been crafted with. He would know with his collection of dolls of his friends.

"Oh, you found my book. Thank you. Would you mind helping me find my other things?"

"Yes."


YES. Finally, he had found a way to fly. Now he only needed to train to do it reliably. The others expected it from him for the match. And it was just so much fun. And he could show Yuno that he wasn't better than him since he could fly without a broom.

Just trying it on the pitch wasn't enough. He needed real training. Which was why he was here in front of the forest. He would race through it while avoiding the trees. That way he would learn control and speed at the same time and additionally train his reflexes and Ki.

On top of that, the people here said there were dangerous creatures here in this forest. So he would also be able to train to fight while flying his sword.

Jumping on his sword he rocketed into the forest. He managed to dodge three trees before a branch knocked him off. Calling his sword back to him he repeated the procedure, several times, but he never got past four trees, before he was knocked off.

Maybe he needed to train to fly curves first. So he'd just fly in a circle that he would make tighter while he flew. That way he'd learn to do curves but would also build up his endurance. If he got the hang of it, he'd start changing from clockwise to counter-clockwise at random times to learn rapid curves.

Yes, this was going to be good training.


"Who do you think you are? Don't you know who I am?"

"Why would I know the name of some unimportant little boy. You should watch your tone with me."

"I am Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. You'd do well to remember it, my father has tremendous influence in the government."

"Hmph. I do not care about your government. You better watch what you say, boy. I am royalty."

Neither of the two noticed the crowd that had gathered around them, watching the spectacle with fascination. Something like this had never occurred before.

"Didn't you listen? I am Draco Malfoy. Heir to the noble house of Malfoy and Heir apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black."

"I do not care for some small Noble since I am royalty. And why would I care about you being the Heir apparent of some Family? You have no influence over them. So go do your homework or whatever it is you need to be doing instead of wasting my time."

"At least I know how to be polite and introduce myself."

"If you must know. I am Noelle Silva 3rd Class Junior Magic Knight. Second Daughter of the Royal House of Silva. Daughter of Acier Silva the 'Steel War Princess'."

Someone had managed to get popcorn to sell and was earning himself quite a sum of money as this little interaction continued.


He needed to get stronger. Yami Sir had already developed a new spell in the time they had been here. If he didn't up his training he would never become as tough as him.

Even Asta had already surpassed him. He had fought and killed a devil after he had broken the spells on countless elves, and before that, he had been part of an infiltration mission in the headquarters of the Eye of the Midnight Sun. All without a pause.

He had even saved his village from an elf, discovering the power of his new sword. How could he catch up to something so manly?

His flames needed to become even hotter and his explosions bigger. He startled as he noticed an immense flaw in his magic. Apart from his one binding spell, he only had offensive spells. He had no way to protect innocents from direct attacks, which was just about the toughest thing you could do.

That was what he needed to get if he wanted to catch up to Asta and get anywhere near Captain Yami. A way to protect his squad and innocents from the spells of others.


This was so boring. The Captain was out of the Castle and Magna didn't want to fight, saying he needed to train his magic. Maybe he will be stronger in their next fight, but still. He was so bored.

And he couldn't even properly find the strongest magic user here because the magic in the air messed with his mana sensory.

Maybe he could annoy some random guy into a fight. That blonde with the cane looked like he had a way too high opinion of himself. Maybe if he stole the cane something fun would happen.

Creating his Thunder God's Boots around his feet he dashed towards the man.


It had been some time since his friends had all been out the last time. But it gave him the opportunity to properly clean again, even open the windows to get fresh air in again. It was nice just cleaning again, especially now that he could easily be around his friends.

Opening another window, he noticed something small lying on the window sill. It was barely bigger than one of Magna's small Fireballs but looked incredibly fluffy.

Picking it up he noticed the faint heartbeat. Turning it over in his hand the fluffy ball was revealed to be a tiny owl. It was just adorable.

"Leeet's geeet yoouu sooome waaateer."

The owl perked up at him and gave a hoot that almost sounded grateful. How could someone leave this adorable thing just somewhere? He would have to ask Hagrid about tips on taking care of it because he wouldn't give it away. Not after its previous owner seemingly starved it before they threw the adorable thing out.


Why had Asta run out to the forest at the first light of day after eating? Why did he have to be such a training freak when his head was so comfortable. Now she needed to look for another person with such comfortable hair.

She had helped Finral translating the alphabet and just wanted a bit of time to relax, was that really too much to ask of that training obsessed hardhead? So now she was flying over the area outside the castle looking for someone with good hair.

There! That bushy brown hair looked good, it was worth a try. Swooping down she took a seat on the girl's head. Yes, this was good. The girl didn't even notice her as she tried to get a ginger boy to leave her alone, while he whined about losing his wand and that his tiny owl was so useless and he wanted a new one.

Maybe she should help the girl out in exchange for sitting on her head. Apart from Asta, picking at people's heads had always gotten them to leave. It was the least she could do if the girl let her stay on her bushy soft head.


Yes, he was sure they would be having fun. It was just the way they were. Joining them had been a brilliant decision. And Vanessa had even allowed him to watch her memories of some fun things they had done and some fights.

He wouldn't regret this. Finally, he would get to see new sights, meet people and interact with them for longer than a few minutes at best. He was free.


Heyooo,

Small interlude chapter showing what the rest of the Bulls are doing during the next chapter.

The consequences of this will be brought up. It's probably not too hard to guess what Gauche's new spell can do, but I already have plans on how to evolve it. I also already know what Magna's new spell will be once he develops it, it's going to keep with the Baseball theme, that's all I'm going to say.

Next chapter is also already in the works and will be Diagon Alley and all that like promised last time. But just wanted to do this because I had some random ideas that I wanted to incorporate.

Hope you all enjoyed.

-Zimzimgar