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EkaterinaSteele: Thanks a lot, that's feels great to know that you like my story. Take care, and I hope it will keep you entertained until the end of it. Good day to you !
tumshie: I'm french, as I said approximatively twenty thousand times, so I took the first currency I knew by instinct. Sorry for that mistake. But if that's really an issue for you, know that I corrected it. Thanks for pointing that out. Have a good day, and I hope you like the story.
CaskettFan5: I know that different reactions will be common. My answer was just sarcastic. Don't worry, I know that we all see, or want to see Harry in a different way. Then with the smoke... really ? Is such a small detail really that much of a problem ? I won't remove it, as I find it funny to think they get out looking like a match. Then about the cape... That's just another translation that wasn't as accurate as I would have liked apparently. So if you prefer, picture him with a robe. "Looking flamboyant" ? That's kind of the point. Not looking "cool", but showing that the Potter family are not some random people with nothing else than a big mouth. Finally, you'll see that the war won't be taking too long (well, in theory. It's not going to last 3 days, but where it lasted years in older Harry's original timeline, it will be shorter), so that shouldn't be much of a problem. And if there is really a problem, he can always apparate. It's a really long trip, but with the amount of magic he has in his core, I think he can manage it. Thank you for your review. Take care.
01/06/1992, 09H42, Mexico, Mexico:
For anyone strolling through the capital, everything seemed to be going perfectly well. However, all the wizards living in the country knew the truth.
Mexico City, like London, had a hidden entrance to the magical part of the city. This magical part, however, was not currently offering the warmest of welcomes.
Indeed, in what was, not long ago, a magnificent shopping street similar to Diagon Alley, there were only flaming ruins left. And in the middle of these ruins, hundreds of wizards were exchanging spells of all colors.
The glare of the spells was reflected in the shimmering water, and blood mingled with the water that flowed on the ground. Black mages attacked red ones, and neither side seemed ready to give up.
It was, however, obvious that the side of the black wizards was winning. If not by number, then the power of their spells showed clearly who dominated the exchanges.
In a corner, hidden behind a crate, stood a young girl with her injured mother. The girl did not look older than eleven years old at first glance. But against all odds, she stood in front of her mother, wand in hand. Her hands were shaking, tears were streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the rain, which delighted her assailant.
The latter, one of the men in black, cast a spell that the girl dodged by throwing herself to the ground. As she got up, she heard a body fall behind her. "Mom!" she cried, turning around. Lying on the ground was the body of her mother, stiff, with an expression of horror on her face.
Suddenly, as the girl awaited her turn, the temperature dropped sharply. A strange black smoke rose from the ground. The black wizard stopped, muttering perplexedly: "Dementors?".
Before the child could ask what he was talking about, she heard footsteps behind her. When she turned around, she saw her mother's dead body again, with another man in black standing over it. But this one was different. His clothes did not match the other black mages.
The man had long, dark brown hair tied back. His eyes were hidden behind a headband, but that didn't seem to prevent him from seeing what was going on around them, before his gaze fell on her.
She jumped, and prepared to beg for her life when the man knelt down and spoke. He did not speak Spanish, but for some strange reason, she understood him. "Get up, young girl, and go hide in that little house, okay? I'm sorry about your mom. I'll take care of the gentlemen while you hide. Is that okay?" he asked in a strangely soothing voice.
Unable to speak, she nodded quickly before getting up and running into the nearest still-standing building. The man waited patiently, and watched the other sorcerer, frozen. "I'm not even going to give you the honor of letting you speak. Die."
The black wizard, previously confident, exploded, his entrails covering the surrounding walls. The noise stopped the fighting near the area. Everyone watched the strangely dressed sorcerer walk out of the alley with a confident stride.
"Well... that makes a lot of mosquitoes..." Hadrian declared. He slowly lowered the headband that covered his eyes and raised his wand, pointing it at the black wizards. His white eyes gleamed, an unparalleled thirst for blood pouring from his body. "Care to dance?" he suggested.
These were the last words many heard before hell broke loose on the magical part of Mexico City.
01/06/1992, 10H41, Mexico, Mexico:
"Thank you very much! Without you, we were doomed!" exclaimed one of the red wizards Hadrian had saved.
Since his arrival, he had killed nearly a hundred men. At the same time, this had allowed him to save many of these strange red wizards. Apparently, these were the equivalent of the military, but among wizards.
He knew that the Auror system used in Britain was not the most common, but he did not remember that from his trip to the country in his future. "I guess they must have all been wiped out during the war," he thought grimly.
Before him stood five black mages, whose group was apparently called the "Maleficos". According to Hadrian, the name was not very original. But he knew that black mages were more known for their dangerousness than for their intellect, so he ignored that.
"What's your name, friend? Mine is Juan!" shouted the same man in red as before.
"Hadrian. Are you ready to fight, Juan?" Hadrian replied.
"You bet! Let's go!" shouted the Mexican before throwing himself into the fight, despite the numerical inferiority.
In reality, everyone present had seen Hadrian's monstrous power. His spells sucked the air dry and stopped time. What can you do against a man outside the rules of the world?
Hadrian snapped his wand horizontally, sending several waves of black fire flying at his enemies, who dodged. They retaliated with death curses that he blocked using the road. He immediately tore it apart and banished the remains towards the wizards who were trying their best to block the rocks that were falling on them.
As Hadrian chained spells together at superhuman speed, leaving no break despite the numerical inferiority, Juan discreetly slipped behind them and cast the largest explosive spell he could, taking the dangerous mages by surprise.
The spell killed two of the men and knocked the others aside. Hadrian, having anticipated this thanks to his eyes, waved his wand, and immense spike-shaped rocks rose from the ground, impaling the helpless mages.
The time traveler nodded, satisfied. "Very good move Juan, let's move on!".
The Mexican, although not understanding the reason that led to the presence of a British Lord helping them, nodded fervently and followed the experienced sorcerer.
Hadrian had tried to hold back the power of his spells, not wanting to exhaust himself too quickly. He knew that the magic sight combo with modified Fiendfyre, while powerful, was draining him at an unreasonable rate.
Despite everything, and against his own expectations, his magical core was filling up almost as fast as it was emptying. "With the amount of magic released here, it's just logical that my dragon core is recharging as quickly," he thought.
Ordering his new comrade to wait, he rose into the sky. His ability to fly without a broom had to be one of the most useful assets he had stolen from Voldemort. Spotting was much easier thanks to it.
He spotted a central square in the distance where dozens of strange men and women were fighting. Nodding to his colleague, he plunged into the fray.
The power of the newcomer shook the surroundings, and Hadrian took advantage of the momentary stupor to compress his magical core, sending a wave of pure magic to knock down his enemies. He released his Occlumency, letting all the pent-up anger inside him out.
"I don't know who you are, but you're going to die today, you dirty bastard! AVADA KEDAVRA!" shouted a woman in black before casting her own spell on Hadrian. The latter, not disturbed for a single second, deflected the spell by drawing the door of a house in front of him which exploded into pieces. He took advantage of the smoke obscuring the view of his opponents to transfigure the pieces of wood into bats whose wings he metallized.
The latter flew at full speed towards the wizards who, taken by surprise, tried their best to kill the flying animals. After a few seconds of respite, Hadrian dissipated the smoke, observing numerous injuries among the previously arrogant wizards.
"Hadrian! You're okay… Fiou, I'm relieved. Everyone, this guy's with us!" exclaimed Juan on arrival, addressing his last sentence to his colleagues who nodded without asking any questions.
The Maleficos did not seem to give up, despite the arrival of the newcomer, and after this short break, started to send spells after spells on Hadrian and the men in red.
Their large numerical superiority made up for the gap in power, and he was forced to temporarily go on the defensive, blocking and dodging spells from dozens of wizards at the same time.
However, Hadrian had enough. He hadn't come all this way to back down at the first battle. He concentrated his magic in his eyes, held his wand in front of him, and began to send the spells back to their sender at an inhuman speed.
His wand moved faster than the human eye could follow, magic pouring out of him in waves as his eyes shone with blinding light, resembling two headlights in the darkness. With each passing minute, a black wizard collapsed. And after nearly half an hour of fierce battle, the magical army accompanied by Hadrian regained control of the battle.
Finally, annoyed by a Bone-Breaking Spell that hit him in the thigh, he Apparated behind the few remaining mages, and, concentrating the rest of his magical reserve, brought down lightning on his opponents who died instantly.
The street empty of any enemies, and the central square free from any fighting, Hadrian's fatigue and exhaustion caught up with him and he fainted. His last thoughts were: "I hope the kid made it...".
01/06/1992, 14H10, Mexico, Mexico:
When Hadrian woke up, the first thing he felt was the soft bed beneath him. He tentatively moved his limbs, checking his body for any injuries. However, to his great surprise, he seemed to have been healed.
He kept his eyes closed, not that it made much difference, and observed his surroundings. He saw that he was in a kind of makeshift hospital, undoubtedly set up by the magical soldiers he had seen earlier.
Scanning his gaze around him, he spotted the small group with whom he had fought in the central square with Juan chatting further away. Still dressed in his battle attire, he grabbed his wand from the small bedside table and conjured up the headband that covered his eyes once more. Once that was done, he motioned to a passing nurse to come and check that he was all right, before thanking her and joining the other fighters.
"Hola! Hello everyone," he said cheerfully, as if he hadn't just killed dozens of men and women a few hours earlier.
"Hola senor! Nice to see you back in good shape. Thanks for the help again, we owe you a lot!" replied the only woman in the group, walking towards him.
He shook hands with all of them, introducing himself and exchanging quick information about the outcome of the fighting, before the question that everyone present was wondering was finally asked.
"What is a British Lord doing here?" he heard from behind him. Turning around, he saw a well-built man with short brown hair and bright blue eyes. His features were vaguely similar to those of the girl he had saved. The man approached confidently, his wand in hand, but not pointed at him.
"Mr. Minister, this is Hadrian Potter. He helped us during the battle," Juan began, looking curiously at their new ally.
"Indeed. Hello Minister. I will not repeat my name unnecessarily, so I can directly answer your question. I am here because I would like to propose a deal that could be really interesting. You have seen my abilities. I can be very useful to you in this fight. I offer you my help throughout this war, if that's what we can call it. In exchange, the day I present myself to the ICW as a bounty hunter, you will support my approval. Is that okay with you?" he proposed, tilting his head to the side.
The Minister looked at him curiously in turn, the gears turning in his head. "That's all? You don't want anything else? No money ? No political favors?" he wondered.
Hadrian was no fool. He knew that his help in this fight was worth much more than a little letter of recommendation. But in reality, he simply wanted to eliminate all the threats that had led to the war in his time. The best way would be to be recognized by the ICW as a bounty hunter, a long and tedious process, but not impossible.
To do so, he needed to be recommended by a political leader to the ICW, which, after several tests of magical abilities, would offer the position or not. The job was often unpopular in the wizarding world, mainly because of the level of danger associated with it, but also because it forced wizards to sometimes take part in wars.
"I assure you, I have more than enough money. And as for politics, I have no interest in it. It's not an environment that appeals to me, you see," explained the time traveler, sheathing his wand, a movement that was followed by the politician.
"In that case, Mr. Potter, let's draw up a magical contract. I more than agree with your proposal," the Minister breathed, secretly happy for the help offered.
Hadrian knew what the man was doing. He was testing him. Indeed, a contract would force him to act as a soldier for them. He couldn't back down.
However, that was exactly what he wanted. He could take his revenge, and above all gain approval to continue on this path. After all, he couldn't count on Minister Fudge and his pink toad to support him throughout this project.
Hadrian greeted his new colleagues and went with the man a little further. Together, they crossed the destroyed street. The former Gryffindor couldn't help but sympathize with the Minister's suffering. Seeing his people, his family, his men being killed is never easy, even for someone as experienced as him.
"While I was fighting further away, these monsters attacked my home. They chased my wife and daughter here," he said in a dark voice, pointing to the alley where Hadrian had landed with the Portkey. "I arrived too late to save my wife. But my daughter, although traumatized by her mother's death in front of her eyes, survived..." he finished, looking at him, his eyes pained.
Suddenly, Hadrian understood. The little girl he had saved on arrival must have been the Minister's daughter. "Thank you, Mr. Potter. I already owe you a lot, and we haven't even drawn up the contract yet. If you need anything else, don't hesitate," he let it linger before entering a ruined building.
"Don't worry, Mr. Minister. I did what had to be done. How is she?" Hadrian asked, stepping over a destroyed staircase.
"Physically, she's fine. But mentally, it's a whole different story. And call me Luis. We'll probably be seeing each other a lot, so let's avoid these unnecessary formalities."
The two arrived in an empty room with nothing but a desk in the center. Luis approached, opened a drawer and took out a contract and a blood quill. Together, they drew up the contract, agreed on the terms, and signed it with the blood quill to seal it. The Minister made a copy that he left to Hadrian, and shrunk his own into his pocket.
"Come on Hadrian, we have a lot of work to do if we want to get the country back. Those madmen have even settled in Muggle cities," the Minister indicated, followed closely by the time traveler who nodded.
03/06/1992, 07H39, Hogwarts, Scotland:
Harry entered the Great Hall, accompanied by Neville and Hermione. Since opening himself up to friendships in other houses, he had encountered many new allies and friends. However, this seemed to displease Ron, who missed the exclusivity he had with Harry and did not appreciate his friendship with Daphne.
The young Gryffindor, hurt by his friend's behavior, distanced himself slightly from him and began to spend more time with Neville.
He had continued his magic training as his uncle had asked him to, and he was already feeling the benefits. Practical magic classes had become much easier, and his endurance was slowly increasing each day.
After his return, he had been so excited about winter break that he had forgotten to talk about his progress with Nicolas Flamel.
He then took the time to tell Ron and Hermione, then later Neville and Daphne what he thought was hidden on the third floor. He had talked about his promise to his uncle with Hermione, which she approved of, even adding that she was happy "that at least his uncle was sane."
He took care to ignore the insult and got on with his life. However, as he was walking, hidden under his cloak, one night, he crossed paths with Snape and Quirrell, and decided to eavesdrop on their conversation when he heard a mention of "the stone."
# Flashback #
03/01/1992, 22H14, Hogwarts, Scotland:
His heart pounding in his chest, Harry crept down the deserted corridor, his invisibility cloak shielding him from prying eyes. It wasn't the first time he had wandered around at night with it on. But this time, he had heard voices. Very close voices.
Deciding to ignore the bad feeling he was getting, he pressed on down the corridor. He felt like a spy, a thrill of excitement mixed with fear running through his body.
Finally, after a few seconds of walking, he found Professor Snape pinning the idiot who served as their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher against the wall.
Quickly hiding out of the way, he strained his ears, listening for every word. Snape's deep voice echoed in the silence. "We both know what's best for you, Quirrell. Tell me what I want, or else I'll become your enemy. Believe me, you don't want that, Quirrell. We both know where the stone is. So answer me."
A shiver of fear ran down Harry's spine. The stone? There weren't many magical stones hidden in the school. Was Snape after the stone? Apparently, according to his uncle Hadrian, the stone was supposed to grant immortality ! So if a man as evil and petty as Snape got his hands on it... Things could go very wrong very quickly.
Quirrell's trembling voice replied, "I-I have n-no i-idea w-what y-you're t-talking a-about Se-Severus." The man, against all odds, seemed to be standing up to the intimidation.
Harry, seeing the two men staring at each other in silence, decided it was a good time to leave and started to turn around. However, while the cloak hid everyone that used it, it did not silence noises.
The two immediately turned in his direction, searching for the origins of the sound he made and causing the young man to jump in surprise. "Be very careful, Quirinus. This conversation is not over," snapped the Potions professor before striding away.
Harry gritted his teeth in anger. He couldn't let Snape get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone. He had to do something... But what? He had promised his uncle not to go looking for the stone. Maybe he could send a letter to the man. Yes, that's it! His uncle could help him figure out the right thing to do.
Harry stood still for a moment, waiting for the two men to be far enough away. Then, he set off again, determined to find out their plan and stop them from getting their hands on the Philosopher's Stone.
Daphne had told him that the man was a former Voldemort supporter. He couldn't let him have the stone, no matter what. His uncle would understand. Well, he hoped so.
# End of Flashback #
03/06/1992, 07H40, Hogwarts, Scotland:
His uncle's reply had been rather short, simply telling him to do what he thought was best without putting himself in danger. Of course, he had also asked him to keep him informed of what he would do.
Deep down, Harry felt guilty for taking action when he had promised the man otherwise. But he couldn't ask him to take care of everything at the same time. Apparently, according to the newspapers, his uncle was fighting dark wizards in Mexico. He didn't want to add to the worry of the gentleman who had taken him in.
But that wouldn't stop him from following the new Lord Potter's advice. It was for this reason that after a few days of reflection, he decided to tell Daphne everything. The day before, he had taken the time to send her a letter via the school owls.
They had agreed to meet after lunch, just before classes started. It was for this reason that when he entered the Great Hall and saw the plate in front of the Slytherin already empty, he rushed with Neville and Hermione to get something to eat.
Meanwhile, the young Greengrass heiress left the hall, heading for the empty classroom they had agreed on. A few minutes later, the door to the same room opened, and Harry, Hermione, and Neville entered.
"Be quick Potter, we don't have much time left," she snapped in a bored tone.
Harry stepped forward and sat on the nearest chair, taking this time to think about his words. Finally, once seated, he raised his head and launched into an explanation of his plan.
Since his uncle had apparently not succeeded in convincing Dumbledore enough to move the stone, he wanted to take matters into his own hands.
His plan was to prepare a letter explaining his discoveries to his uncle the day before he acted. Then, the next night, if nothing had changed, he would take action. All three of them, Harry, Neville and Hermione would enter the trapdoor on which the Cerberus stood. Once that was done, they would bring back the stone and give it to Daphne, as she would never be suspected by Snape of having it.
Indeed, the reason why the Potions professor wanted the stone was beyond Harry. His best guess was that he wanted to give it to Voldemort. Nevertheless, the young Gryffindor did not want to risk waiting to verify his theory.
"I know Gryffindors aren't known for their intelligence, sorry in advance Granger, but do you really think you could stop something that would go over Dumbledore's head? I mean, I don't trust the man. But if we put aside his shenanigans and weirdness, I have no shame in admitting that he is perhaps one of the most powerful mages in history," Daphne sighed, lowering her head. Although the annoyance on her face was evident, she had not completely rejected the idea, which delighted Harry.
He prepared himself to answer her, but Hermione got ahead of him. "I think we can trust the headmaster Harry. He's the only one You-Know-Who fears. It's too dangerous for us," she added, biting her lip with worry.
"Indeed... That's why I'm going with you," the Slytherin finished firmly, showing that her choice was indisputable.
Harry jumped at Daphne's answer. He knew that the girl and he had gotten slightly closer during the first few months of the year, but to this extent?
"Don't get your hopes up Potter, I'm just doing this to maintain the alliance between our families. Now, let's go to class before McGonagall keeps her word and turns you into a pocket watch."
"Meh... I should have expected that," he thought. The young boy knew they would have to talk about it all again later. First because he wanted to make sure of Daphne's choice, but also to appease Hermione and convince Neville who remained silent whenever the subject was brought up.
Seeing the boy's lack of success in practical magic bothered him. Indeed, he did what the professors asked to perfection. However, nothing came out of his wand.
Ollivander had said, when he entered Diagon Alley, that: "The wand chooses the wizard." Maybe Neville's wand hadn't chosen him.
"I'll think about it later," he thought, shaking his head. "Let's go," he indicated to his companions from the house of the braves who nodded before leaving the room and heading in the opposite direction from Daphne.
03/22/1992, 15H17, Monterrey, Mexico:
Hadrian, together with the Minister and several squad leaders of the magical military, including Juan, stood around a map on a table.
The map was divided into territories, each with a blue or red pin on it. The blue territories were the ones they had retaken since the Englishman's arrival. It included the entire southern part of the country, from Cancun to Monterrey where a Bunker was hidden.
Indeed, the city was surrounded by immense mountains, and the motley group was currently hidden deep into one of them.
Since the victory in Mexico, Hadrian and the military forces had launched a series of attacks, losing and winning cities, until they reached their current situation. They had recovered the whole south part of Mexico, not without any difficulty, and were thinking about tactics to retake the north.
Every day, the traveler thanked his cloak for its translation enchantment, without which he would be unable to communicate.
He had made a solid reputation for himself in the country. He was known as "The Invincible Soldier" or "The Enraged Dragon''. The latter title was given to him after he eliminated nearly thirty dark wizards and werewolves with his modified Feudeymon spell.
His prowess had given him a role similar to that of squad commanders, which had been quickly accepted by the military who considered him as the Messiah. Only one squad leader had opposed it, but in front of Hadrian's near unanimity, he had no choice but to comply.
"According to our reconnaissance men, the majority of their troops have hidden in Hermosillo. For this reason, we can assume that their headquarters is there. Any idea how to proceed?" Luis asked, crossing his arms.
"With their men withdrawn, the surrounding cities should be easy to take. I suggest we split our soldiers up to retake the surrounding cities. Then, once we have surrounded Hermosillo, we launch a general assault," Hadrian proposed.
"I see. That's a good idea. Any other suggestions?" The Mexican Minister of Magic took the opportunity to glance at the soldiers who seemed to be thinking.
"I agree with the idea. Our squad could take Guaymas to the south. As the closest city to Hermosillo with some magical beings, it should be the most dangerous to capture," Juan added.
The Mexican left Hadrian perplexed. For several weeks, he had seen a kind of yellow halo around his head. He knew that his eyes showed him magic, so he had assumed that the latter had been put under the Imperius curse, or something similar. However, he did not want to risk a Legilimency spell, as he still had not mastered it since the rituals. He had then asked another squad leader who had agreed.
He had apparently found nothing. But Hadrian knew that his eyes never deceived him. In every battle since his arrival, he had been able to predict all the curses directed at him thanks to his vision even before they left his opponents' wands.
For this reason, even if the man was always acting the same way as since their meeting, he remained on his guard.
"That's a good suggestion. If you're willing, Minister, I'll accompany Juan's squad to take the city," Hadrian said to Luis who, after some thought, nodded.
"Yes, that suits me. Does anyone refute this idea?" The other leaders looked at each other for a moment before shaking their heads, expressing their agreement with the suggested idea.
"So let's do it. Now, let's see the disposition for the rest of our troops. So, Pedro you're going to leave for ..."
The time traveler looked at Juan who gave him a smile, seeming happy that they were back together in combat. But that did not dispel the young Lord's anxiety whose brain was working at full speed. "What the hell is that ring!?" he cried out mentally.
04/19/1992, 23H01, Hogwarts, Scotland:
"Is everyone ready?" Harry checked, glancing at his companions.
Hermione and Neville were wearing their usual uniforms, while Daphne and he were dressed in black trousers and a sweater, allowing them to hide easily if they lost the invisibility cloak.
The morning before, he had sent the letter to his uncle explaining his plan. At first, Hermione had convinced him to wait for his uncle's reply before acting. However, that same evening, he came across Snape and Quirrell again, and he saw Quirrell talking about the "trials" of the stone to Snape.
Seeing this, he had decided that he could wait no longer. Quirrell had finally cracked. He had no time left. He had to act, and quickly.
So he had warned Daphne and his companions that morning, and they had agreed to act quickly in the evening. Somehow, the Slytherin had created an alibi for all four of them so that their absence would not go unnoticed. After that, she had joined them in front of their common room where the four of them slipped under the cloak.
"Ready!" they all whispered in chorus, although Hermione seemed worried. Their last dangerous night adventure had cost them a lot of points in addition to getting them detention. She didn't want to relive that humiliation at all costs.
"In that case, let's go." Anyway, it was too late for regrets. Daphne and she were the smartest girls in their year, Neville the most gifted in Herbology and Harry the best in practical magic for generations according to Professor Flitwick. They would make it.
04/18/1992, 11H10, Guaymas, Mexico:
The ex-Auror was calmly walking under a Disillusionment Charm, closely followed by Juan and his men. Under his headband, his eyes were rolling in their sockets, carefully watching their surroundings.
He had received the letter from his "nephew" on their way to the city. How owls managed to carry mail so quickly, he had no idea. "Magic I guess."
He had an idea of the content of the letter before reading it. Harry probably wanted to get the stone back. He couldn't blame him. He had done the same thing back then. But that didn't stop him from being worried. "As soon as we get the city back, I'm going to Hogwarts," Hadrian decided, frowning behind his blindfold.
He had a bad feeling about this attack. The city that was supposed to be full of dark wizards was a ghost town, not a single soul, Muggle or witch, visible on the horizon.
His eyes couldn't deceive him, fortunately. So he tried to crush this bad feeling with his Occlumency. After all, his vision was absolute, and if he saw nothing, then there was nothing. Indeed, although his power was magical, it allowed him to see absolutely everything, even non-magical elements. In addition, no magical camouflage system worked against him, since he saw the magic that the object projected. Only the invisibility cloak he had given to his young self could be entirely invisible to his sight, the latter being a gift from Death itself.
Suddenly, as he was reassuring himself inwardly, he saw Juan raise his wand. A few seconds later, they were all covered in red paint. Without thinking, he stunned the man and tried to Apparate away.
He then felt and saw barriers appear, preventing him from leaving. Acting instinctively, he cleaned his outfit with a wave of his hand and dispelled his magical presence with a time reversal spell. No sooner had he done so than dozens and dozens of spells began to rain down on the soldiers.
Hadrian removed the Disillusionment Charm that hid him and, violently compressing his magical core, cast a powerful shield spell protecting the entire area. Unfortunately, those few seconds of reflection cost the lives of more than half of the squad that had accompanied him on the mission.
The attack lasted for several more minutes, his magic draining relatively slowly thanks to his new reserves, before ceasing altogether. He then canceled the spell and ordered the remaining men to disperse.
He then saw a hundred or so wizards appear out of nowhere, whom he assumed were part of the "Maleficos". In front of them stood a tall and imposing man, his stature vaguely similar to that of the Minister. Magic emanated from him in waves. The traveler recognized him immediately. This man was the one he had fought in the future during the war in Mexico.
But where the dark wizard he had faced in his time was starting to get old and had been weakened by dark rituals, the one in front of him was in top form.
"Mr. Potter, welcome to our beautiful country. I've heard you've been touring it for the past few months. I hope you enjoyed your visit. Unfortunately, it ends today. The damage you have caused can unfortunately no longer be repaired through discussion. Goodbye 'Enraged Dragon,'" the man said in a mocking tone before sending a powerful death curse in Hadrian's direction.
The latter didn't understand much about the situation. Had his eyes failed him? Had Juan betrayed them? What were so many soldiers doing in this city?
As both sides waited to see what would happen, the entire area around Hadrian exploded, sending wizards from both camps into the air.
The time traveler emerged from the explosion unscathed. His blindfold was gone, and his eyes glowed with an unparalleled rage. "OK, NOW I'M PISSED! YOU WANT TO PLAY? THEN LET'S PLAY!"
What happened next would remain in the country's history for many generations under the name of the "Guaymas Massacre".