The Ice Devil Wizard.
Chapter Thirteen: The First Task (Part Two)
Previously in the last chapter.
The judges were silent as they thought about Harry's idea, and they will admit the explanation sounds reasonable enough to actually consider accepting, including the magical oaths they must give him to ensure he gets both first place and full marks. But Madame Maxime and Karkaroff were the only two hesitating because it could give Hogwarts a victory. After all, there are two Hogwarts champions participating in the Triwizard Tournament, something they were still angry about, even though a month has passed by since the selection of the champions.
But after hearing Harry will be representing his family's name and honor throughout the entire Triwizard Tournament, Madame Maxime's and Karkaroff's minds were swiftly changed into agreeing with his idea. Without Hogwarts having two champions, they now have a greater chance to ensure victory for their respective schools.
In no time at all, the judges agreed to Harry's idea while giving him magical oaths to ensure he gets both first place and full marks. The other champions and their supporters moved to stand on one side of the Quidditch pitch, giving him much space on the other side. This made him internally pleased once again because he didn't have to worry about getting attack in the back, but he will keep his senses flared out just in case they do decide to sneak up behind him. He was taking Professor Moody's constant vigilance to heart ever since he had went to the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. It's incredibly helpful and useful.
Bagman waited for a few moments to see if there was going to be any more interruptions. When he was satisfied there wasn't any, he resumed his commentary duty once again. "With this very interesting idea dealt with and no more interruptions, let the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament…begin!"
(In the Present; At Hogwarts; In the Quidditch Pitch)
The moment Bagman announced the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament has officially begun, the other champions and all their supporters wasted no time of reaching into their cloaks to draw out their wands, aimed them all at Harry, who didn't even look the slightest bit concerned or scared, given the smirk on his face, and began firing numerous different kinds of spells. Some were non-lethal, some were actual lethal, and some were fairly dark but not too dark to earn a one-way ticket to Azkaban.
Harry, still retaining the smirk on his face, dodged every single spell sent at him by performing a series of gymnastics after tossing the microphone he had conjured away before finishing it off with a spectacular backflip that made him land further away from the other champions and all their supporters. What he just did shocked every single magical person throughout Europe. They have been expecting him to use this magical ability he talked about the moment the task starts, not these evasive maneuvers. But they will admit it was highly impressive and hopes they get to see it again during the task.
The other champions and all their supporters quickly recovered themselves from seeing Harry performing evasive maneuvers and began firing more spells at him while moving around the Quidditch pitch to form a huge circle where they can flank him on every side, including his blind spots. They were sure they have finally got him this time because he was trapped in the center with no way to escape, but that belief died when they saw him performing the same series of gymnastics to dodge all the spells once again.
At the same time of this belief dying, the other champions and all their supporters were forced to move out of the way to avoid getting hit by their own spells they sent at Harry before reforming the huge circle. They would have to be more careful, smarter and vigilant now whenever they cast spells as they don't want to get hit by them. Not only would it be super highly embarrassing as they were currently being watched by a whole continent in the world, but their prides would be immensely wounded to the point they'll have no way to redeem themselves.
For the sake of the other champions and all their supporters, they could not afford to get hit by their own spells they sent at Harry.
With that thought, the other champions and all their supporters went to continue their assault on Harry while making sure to avoid getting hit by their own spells. This went on for quite a while and so far, they haven't once manage to hit him as he kept performing those series of gymnastics, which is now starting to greatly frustrate them. What made it even more frustrating is the fact he still has that damn smirk on his face every time he dodges a spell casually. Not to mention, he wasn't even using this magical ability he talked about or fighting back.
What would it take for Harry to finally become serious and start using this magical ability to fight against the other champions and all their supporters?
Eventually, one of Cedric's male supporters who was getting increasingly frustrated at each passing moment, due to the fact no one in the Quidditch pitch has landed a single hit on Harry, finally lost his temper, making the assault come to a screeching halt. "Enough of this dodging bullshit, Potter! You are not even fighting us or using that magical ability you talked about! You are just wasting our time! Start fighting us seriously instead of being a fucking coward like you already were the past month!"
"I am fighting you all seriously, I'm just using my brain strategically," Harry stated calmly as he turned towards the idiot who dared call him a coward while keeping his senses flared out at the same time in case the other champions and all their supporters decides to take advantage of his guard being down momentarily. Yeah, as if he would ever let his guard down. "If you think I'm going to act like a Gryffindor Mudblood bitch who rushes into battles recklessly and blindly without any plans, you are sorely mistaken and foolishly naïve, which isn't surprising as Hufflepuff is known to having total dumbass duffers. My isolation transformed me into the person I am now, and I don't plan on reverting back to my completely naïve ignorant self once this is over."
Complete dead silence reign over the entire Quidditch pitch. Not a single sound filled the atmosphere as if time has come to a complete stop. Once again, the crowd at Hogwarts, including Europe, couldn't believe what they just heard. Did Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the savior of the Magical World, the vanquisher of Lord Voldemort and the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament, really said the M-word blood supremacists usually refers to many Muggle-borns?
The audience hoped their ears were playing tricks on them like before, but the pure shock expressions they can see on the other champion's and all their supporter's faces through the massive screens made that hope completely dimmish like a beautiful flower being burn into ashes by a fire. Harry did said the M-word, the most hated slur word in the whole Magical World. Although the entire Hufflepuff House in the Quidditch stands were very, very angry at the comment he said about them having total dumbass duffers. They do not have total dumbass duffers in their House!
'Okay, now I am even more worried about Harry and his attitude,' Dumbledore thought as he gaped at Harry heavily through the massive screens, still pure shocked from what he just heard mere moments ago. The other judges and the entire staff of Hogwarts had the same expressions as him. 'Not only has he changed so much the past month because someone put his name in the Goblet of Fire, leading him to isolate himself from the students who were giving him a very hard time, but he's starting act like a blood supremacist, something I never expect to hear or see in my life. Not even James acted like one during his time at Hogwarts, despite being incredibly arrogant and short-sighted. I knew I should've step in when the extreme negativity and harassment was getting out of hand.'
"Now, come on, everyone," Harry said as he made a taunting hand gesture at the other champions and all their supporters, a mocking sneer on his face. "Show me what else you all got other than throwing the same spells at me. It's very boring and lame while wasting my time. If you can even impress me a bit by proving you have what it takes to be true wizards and witches, then I'll reveal my magical ability to the whole world. Until then, you all are not worthy enough to see it as you're pathetic weaklings."
The pathetic weaklings comment, along with the taunting hand gesture and the mocking sneer, was enough to make the other champions and all their supporters break out of their pure shocked state of hearing Harry saying the M-word and become very angry like the entire Hufflepuff House. Oh, they'll definitely show him they have what it takes to be true wizards and witches alright and by the time they are done, he's going to be whimpering weakly on the ground in a heavily bloody injured state while begging for mercy. It will be marvelous.
With firm determination to see Harry whimpering weakly on the ground in a heavily bloody injured state while begging for mercy at the same time coursing through their veins, the other champions and all their supporters resume their assault on him. Only this time, instead of casting the numerous different kinds of spells they had been previously doing a while ago, they began casting a combination of advanced Charms, advanced Transfiguration and advanced Dark Arts in a perfect sync.
Seeing the perfect sync spell casting the other champions and all their supporters were currently doing made Harry's eyes widen, the mocking sneer on his face completely vanishing, before he was forced to perform more evasive maneuvers with high agility and swiftness to avoid getting hit or worse, be bound by ropes that will make him completely vulnerable for any attacks.
Harry was unable to comprehend as he continues to evade the spells being thrown at him how his simple taunting made the other champions and all their supporters suddenly become fierce, aggressive and determine to prove they have what it takes to be true wizards and witches instead of pathetic weaklings. He didn't expect this at all. Maybe taunting older students who has more talent, magic power and skills wasn't a good idea.
But regardless of finding the current situation unexpected, Harry was actually impressed with the other champions and all their supporters. They have proven what it takes to be true wizards and witches by not only working together as a whole team but also casting a combination of different advanced spells in a perfect sync instead of the ones they had been previously doing. They had done the deed to impress him.
Now…it is finally time for Harry to unleash his Devil Slayer magic to the whole world and start getting his revenge.
After evading a couple more advanced spells, Harry jumped high in the air to land on one of the four massive screens where he looked down at the other champions and all their supporters. They were looking exhausted from casting so many different advanced spells non-stop until now with sweat running down their faces, but they still retained their firm determination in their veins as they gaze upwards at him, wondering what he's going to do while becoming tense at the same time.
Harry didn't say anything but merely smirked darkly and sadistically as he rose his left arm high into the air to call upon his Devil Slayer magic. At once, a purple aura surrounded his body while a very light purple chilly mist began rolling off his arm, causing his clothes and necklace to bellow around. Not to mention, the cold temperature became arctic-cold that led to the massive screens, including the one he's standing on, to be frozen in purple ice, yet still was able to broadcast the First Task worldwide in Europe.
Harry was mentally thanking his lucky stars the frozen massive screens didn't fall downwards as it would be very embarrassing for him to fall right after activating the power to slay demons. Even Seilah would no doubt be very embarrassed if she saw that happened, which made it all the more reason he was immensely thankful as he couldn't bear to witness the extremely disappointed look on her face once he meets up with her after finishing the First Task. Just the mere image of it made him internally hang his head down like a child getting scolded.
Seeing the purple aura and the massive screens being frozen in purple ice made the already tense champions and all their supporters even more tense than before while trying their best to not shiver heavily from the arctic-cold temperature at the same time, unlike the entire crowd at Hogwarts. They didn't need a genius or Bagman's rather unnecessary loud commentary to tell them what they witness is the cause of Harry's magical ability he finally decided to reveal to the whole world. They would need to be even more careful and vigilant as they don't know what will happen to them if they get hit by it.
"Prepare yourselves, bitches," Harry stated, his dark sadistic smirk growing bigger upon hearing the cries of outrage from the other champions and all their supporters as he lowers his left arm slowly while making the purple aura surrounding his body to vanish, along with the very light purple chilly mist. Doing this action made his clothes and necklace to stop bellowing around. "Because you're about to experience a power I have been busting my entire ass off the past month to both acquire and master it ever since I learned its long-forgotten existence. It's going to make me win the Triwizard Tournament while getting my revenge on all of you for making my life an official hell after the selection of the champions on Halloween night. Witness the power and might…of my Devil Slayer magic!"
With that piece said and still retaining the dark sadistic smirk on his face, Harry bent his knees forward before launching himself at high speeds towards the other champions and all their supporters who had no time to wonder what Devil Slayer magic is as he's coming their way, causing them to instantly prepare themselves to defend against him.
Upon getting closer to the other champions and all their supporters, all still prepared to defend themselves against him, Harry brought his hands in front of him and began channeling his magic to create a large intricate hammer made of purple ice with a flat circular head. "Ice Devil Zeroth Destruction Hammer!"
Harry grabbed a hold of the large ice hammer with both hands, spun his body around in a circle one time and swung it hard at the other champions and all their supporters whose eyes widened in extreme shock before they began scrambling hastily towards the other side to get out of the way before it could hit them. The impact it created upon hitting the ground made the entire Quidditch pitch shook vigorously, a medium-size crater and a huge amount of dust.
But Harry, who landed in the middle of the huge dust after making the large ice hammer in his hands vanish, wasn't done just yet. He was only getting started.
"Ice Devil Twin Short Katanas!" Harry yelled as he created two short katanas made of purple ice in his hands and began slashing the air to send numerous purple ice slashes at every direction in front of him while using the huge dust as cover at the same time. His face was filled with concentration that replaced the dark sadistic smirk as he continues to send purple ice slashes with his ice katanas.
The other champions and all their supporters scrambled hastily once again around the Quidditch pitch to avoid getting hit, but unfortunately this time, fifteen supporters from each group got hit by the purple ice slashes, making them release very loud screams of agonize pain before becoming unconscious as they couldn't handle both the arctic-cold temperature and the tremendous amount of damage they just felt in their bodies.
The other champions and half of their supporters could only stare at the down other half who are unconscious with eyes wide as dinner plates and deeply shocked expressions on their faces. They couldn't believe what just happened. How could they lost fifteen supporters from each group to a single ice attack? It was completely impossible!
"MY GOODNESS!" Bagman screamed into his microphone as the audience throughout Europe were both very shocked and very stunned of what they had been currently witnessing a couple moments ago, especially Karkaroff, Madame Maxime and Professor Sprout, all of them wondering if what they saw was genuinely real. "HARRY POTTER, THE YOUNGEST TRIWIZARD CHAMPION IN HISTORY AND THE BOY-WHO-LIVED, HAS TAKEN OUT FIFTEEN SUPPORTERS FROM EACH GROUP WITH THE POWER OF THIS DEVIL SLAYER MAGIC HE SAYS! I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT A BATTLE THIS IS BECOMING! HAS THE YOUNGER GENERATION OUTSHINES THE OLDER ONE?!"
Becoming very angry once again, especially at the last comment Bagman just said, the other champions and half of their supporters turned towards the direction where Harry is and began casting the exact same advanced spells they had been previously throwing at him without stopping even once. They are intending to make him pay for taking out their fifteen supporters from each group, but considering he was still residing in the huge dust he created moments ago with that ice hammer to act as cover, which was really quite strategical of him, they have no idea if their spells hit him or not. It never once occurred to them that they could've use a simple wind spell to vanish it, but anger and vengeance clouded their judgment and as such, any intelligent thoughts were out the window.
The other champions and half of their supporters only hoped they hit Harry with their non-stop casting of advanced spells because they were getting more and more exhausted by each passing moment, heavy sweat running down their faces. Not to mention, their magic power is running dangerously low.
'My, my, they are certainly determined to make me pay for taking out their fifteen supporters from each group,' Harry thought with cold amusement as he created a large flower-shaped shield made of purple ice to protect himself against the incoming advanced spells while continuing to stand in the middle of the huge dust. He could've knocked them away with the ice katanas, but he wanted to keep casting Devil Slayer spells, which led to him casting the Devil Shield spell. 'But sadly, their efforts are in vain as my Devil Slayer magic surpasses all magic in the world. It is completely hopeless and impossible to beat me.'
Still keeping the flower-shaped ice shield up to protect himself from the non-stop advanced spells, Harry made the short ice katanas vanish and channeled his magic onto his hands where they began glowing a very light purple before moving them around in a sync. "Ice Devil Glacier Swirling Waves!" Numerous waves of swirling purple ice shot into the air from the huge dust, which finally cleared away to reveal himself, and began roaming around by his hand movements.
The other champions and half of their supporters immediately ceased their non-stop assault upon seeing the numerous purple ice waves roaming around in the air. They were feeling extremely nervous as their minds flashed onto how they lost fifteen supporters from each group by the previous ice attack Harry sent at them, which made shivers run down their spine. They knew if they get hit by those purple ice waves, it's over; they will all lose the First Task and be in last place with zero marks.
The other champions and half of their supporters don't want to be in last place with zero marks and lose the First Task at all as their schools are counting on them to win while bringing enteral glory and fame but…how can they fight against a power they had never seen before in their lives?
Sure, the most obvious choice is to use very powerful fire spells as it's super effective against ice, but the other champions and half of their supporters had a dreaded feeling it won't work even the slightest bit because this purple ice seems to be both very strong and very powerful. They would only be wasting what's left of their magic power they had inside them.
But still, the other champions and half of their supporters needs to do something because like they just thought mere moments ago, their schools are counting on them to win the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament. They can't just give up after witnessing a spell that will no doubt do a tremendous amount of damage the moment it hits them, but how can they fight against a power they had never seen before in their lives?
Unfortunately, the other champions and half of their supporters couldn't dwell on this very important matter as Harry, who had been quickly becoming very bored of moving his hands around him in a sync, launched the numerous purple ice waves at them, forcing them to run around extremely quickly to avoid getting hit. But heavy exhaustion, along with extreme frigid coldness, was now starting to take effect on their bodies, due to casting so many advanced spells at him non-stop to make him pay for taking out fifteen supporters from each group and the arctic-cold temperature. As such, only the other champions managed to avoid the purple ice waves.
The same couldn't be said for the remaining supporters from each group, however, as they got hit by the purple ice waves and were sent flying away, very loud screams of agonize pain leaving their mouths before becoming unconscious the moment they hit the ground hard, their clothes ripped into pieces while sporting many cuts all over their bodies.
Now, it was only Harry against the other champions.
"Well, it looks like we are the remaining people in the Quidditch pitch, champions!" Harry exclaimed with a booming laugh as he vanished both Devil Slayer spells he cast and placed his hands on his hips, a large smirk spreading across his face. "Before we start fighting, I must express my deepest gratitude for giving me such great test subjects to unleash my Devil Slayer magic on. I can never thank you enough."
"Is that the reason why you wanted to face all of us before the First Task began, Potter?" Krum demanded, giving the smirking Harry an icy glare, along with Fleur and Cedric. They have been using this brief pause as a perfect opportunity to try regain their breath from not only running around the Quidditch pitch to avoid those ice attacks but also casting so many advanced spells non-stop. They made a mental note to double their own separate training in the future. "Just so you can test out this Devil Slayer magic on us?"
"Indeed, Krum, but that's only half the reason why I wanted to face you all. The other half is I wanted to get my revenge for making my life an official hell. You fuckers thought it was extremely funny to harass and bully me to the point I had to isolate myself for my safety because you hated the fact I became the fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament. Well, is it funny now after I took out each of your pathetic thirty supporters with only two Devil Slayer spells I cast?"
The icy glares Cedric, Fleur and Krum were giving Harry became even more icy than before, making him release a chuckle filled with darkness and coldness. "I guess those icy glares on your faces answers my question. Now, why are we talking when we should be getting back to main task at hand? Namely me crushing you three like worthless weaklings you already are?" Harry suddenly thrusted his left hand forward and channeled his magic onto it, making it glow very light purple again a moment later. "Ice Devil Laughter!"
Large shards made of purple ice shot out of Harry's glowing left hand and headed towards the other champions in a rapid fast pace like an assault rifle being fired. They felt their eyes widen before instincts told them to place themselves flat on the ground, which they immediately did. The purple ice shards flew over their heads and impacted underneath the Quidditch stands, making the students jump backwards with shrieks of surprise.
Harry didn't let up his offense as he placed his glowing hand, which is still channeled with his magic, on the ground in a crouch position to call out another Devil Slayer spell. "Ice Devil Spike Geysers!" A wave of huge sharp spikes made of purple ice began heading towards the other champions after the ground became frozen in ice. They quickly got back onto their feet and ran to the sides to avoid getting hit before retaliating with some low-powered lethal curses. They need to conserve what's left of their magic power and use it very wisely because if they don't, then they are going to lose the First Task.
Upon seeing the lethal curses getting closer to him, Harry felt the large smirk on his face gaining a hint of mischievousness as he stood up from his crouch position while waving his left hand once to make the very light purple glow vanish. It was time to see if his resistance to all types of curses and Curse power can withstand against them, which will give him the perfect opportunity to bind the other champions with two Devil Slayer spells where he can unleash his rage on them in a brutal manner.
Harry knew what he was currently doing is incredibly risky and foolhardily like a typical, reckless Gryffindor idiot who rushes into battles blindly without any plans, opposed as to how he's going to be calm, strategic and analyze situations nowadays by embracing both his inner Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Hell, even Seilah would call him foolish for doing such an incredibly stupid course of action. But it was like he said to her when they had been waiting at Gringotts to have the Horcrux in his scar be removed for good, if there is a high risk, problem or struggle, you just need to take a leap of faith…and he was taking that leap to withstand against the lethal curses the other champions sent at him.
Pretty soon, the low-powered lethal curses were descending upon Harry, who braced himself mentally for the impact while still retaining his large mischief smirk on his face at the same time. The moment they did, he didn't feel anything in his body whatsoever. No pain, no weird tingling sensations, nothing at all. In fact, he felt completely fine and healthy, which could only mean one thing: The resistance to all types of curses and Curse power had worked successfully against the low-powered lethal curses.
"WHAT?!" The other champions shouted, very stunned beyond belief of what they have just witnessed before their very eyes, which were as wide as dinner plates once again. They couldn't believe Harry merely stood in his spot and let their lethal curses hit him without bothering to either cast a spell or dodge out of the way like they had originally thought. Not only that, but they couldn't believe he wasn't writhing around on the ground in agonized pain. "OUR CURSES DIDN'T HAD ANY EFFECT ON HIM!?"
"Ice Devil Chains! Ice Devil Walls!" Harry yelled as he took advantage of the other champion's very stunned state from witnessing him withstand against their lethal curses by binding them tightly and separately against three purple ice walls with thick chains made of purple ice. They have no way to free themselves or attack him as they dropped their wands to the ground when they were being bind, much to their great horror after breaking out of their very stunned state. They are totally trapped and vulnerable.
'Shit! This is not very good!' The other champions thought simultaneously as they began struggling furiously in their icy binds, trying to break free. But it was proving to be absolutely futile as no matter how hard they struggled, they just can't break free. 'We can't get free from these icy chains!'
"Looks like you are in quite a pickle, champions," The other champion's thoughts, along with their struggles to break free from their icy binds, came to a screeching halt when they heard Harry's very cold very dark voice nearby. Looking up, they felt their faces become deathly pale as they saw him standing in front of them with his arms crossed over his chest, a dark sadistic glint shining in his eerily glowing, half-closed emerald-green eyes that were shadowed, making him look very intimidating.
"Y-y-y-you w-won't g-g-get away w-with this, P-P-Potter," Cedric stuttered out as he tried to keep the extreme fear he's currently feeling at the moment hidden away, but he knew it was bleeding in his voice.
"But I already have and there is nothing you three pathetic excuses for champions can do about it as you had foolishly dropped your wands the moment my spells bind you to the ice walls. You just basically gave me the victory and I couldn't be any more happier."
"Is that what you wanted to say before you cast your Devil Slayer magic to knock us unconscious, Potter?" Fleur hissed angrily as she glared daggers at Harry, who turned towards her direction. It took every bit of her willpower to not crumbled under the look he's giving her. It was honestly terrifying, and she could've sworn the blood in her veins actually froze.
"Oh, no, you filthy half-breed bitch," Harry replied softly as he walked over to Fleur, whose face became very red at the insult he said to her, and grabbed her chin in a hard grip, making her wince in discomfort before pushing the brief pain away to keep glaring daggers at him. "I want you three to suffer the same way I had when my life became an official hell after Halloween night before I knock you unconscious with my Devil Slayer magic. I have been looking forward to this very moment the past month during my isolation and when I was waiting in my own tent outside the Quidditch pitch after waking up a couple hours ago. I will get my revenge after everything that's been happening to me lately."
Harry let go of Fleur's chin forcefully, which made her head smack against the ice wall behind her that momentarily dazed her until she regained her bearings, and took a step backwards where he called out a Devil Slayer spell after channeling his magic. "Ice Devil Zeroth Destruction Fist!"
Harry's forearms were covered in large intricate gauntlets made of purple ice and he dashed forward to start punching Fleur's stomach devastatingly, making her cough out saliva and a bit of blood. Each punch was knocking the wind out of her body, and she was sure she felt a couple of her ribs cracked. He then began punching her face with the same devastation to her stomach and this time, painful screams were leaving her mouth.
If this devastating assault keeps up, Fleur will not only lose her consciousness but be the first group to get taken out of the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament. She cannot let this happen whatsoever as she continues to endure punches to her face. She must stand strong for her school, her family who is watching her through the very special charm in France and herself. There is too much at stake if she loses to a very intimidating, yet very handsome, young man who is completely hell-bent of getting both revenge and payback when his life became an official hell after the selection of the champions on Halloween night.
After a few more moments, Harry ceased his devastating punching assault on Fleur, much to her immense relief as she used this opportunity to try pushing the pain she's currently feeling away but was having great difficulty doing so because of her cracked ribs, her broken nose that was bleeding profusely and her heavily bruised face. Every time she moves even the slightest bit in her icy binds, huge waves of pain travels through her body, making her stop dead in her tracks while letting out loud hisses at the same time.
Harry stepped away from the heavily injured Fleur, who is still trying to push the pain she's feeling away, and focus his attention on Krum. He vanished the large ice gauntlets from his forearms and channeled his magic to create an ethereal long sword made of purple ice in his left hand. "Ice Devil Zeroth Long Sword!"
Harry dashed forward once again and began delivering swift powerful slashes across Krum's body with the ethereal ice sword, making him release loud painful screams as large amounts of blood began spraying outwards from the cuts he's receiving. His clothes were also getting cut into pieces, leaving him in just his undergarments, much to his very great embarrassment and humiliation as the audience throughout Europe can very much see what's currently happening in the Quidditch pitch.
After a few more moments like before, Harry ceased his swift slashing assault on Krum, who is breathing heavily through his mouth while doing his best to stay conscious since he has lost a lot of blood, numerous bloody cuts all over his body. He stepped away from him and focus his attention on Cedric, the other champion he had been anticipatingly looking forward to beat up like Delacour.
The reason why is because Cedric didn't bother whatsoever to reign in the entire Hufflepuff House when they were both harassing and bullying Harry after he was selected as the fourth unexpected champion, due to the fact they lost their chance to finally receive eternal glory and fame. He just merely stood back on the sidelines and watched as he received extreme negativity and harassment the students were giving him.
Harry can understand Hufflepuff's desperate desire to earn eternal glory and fame as they barely got any, despite their best hard efforts, but that didn't give them the right to harass and bully him for something he didn't do. It had been against his own will after all. But it didn't even matter as they just want to ensure his life was an official hell for stealing their chance to earn eternal glory and fame.
Well, Cedric is about to learn the crucial depths of his mistake for not reigning in the entire Hufflepuff House when they were harassing and bullying Harry the past month. He's going to enter a world of sheer agonized pain.
And Harry had the perfect Devil Slayer spell to unleash on Cedric to make him enter the world of sheer agonized pain, one that made an extremely cruel smirk to appear on his face. Vanishing the ethereal ice sword from his left hand, he channeled his magic to create a pair of large intricate broadswords made of purple ice in his hands, which he easily lifted them upwards and swung them around as if they weigh absolutely nothing. "Ice Devil Twin Devastating Broadswords!"
Still retaining the extremely cruel smirk on his face, Harry dashed forward to begin delivering extreme powerful devastating strikes across Cedric's body with the large ice broadswords after he stopped swinging them around. This causes him to release loud piercing screams of agonize pain as tremendous amount of blood sprayed outwards from the deep cuts he's receiving, his clothes being ripped in the process. Each strike against his body hurts very much and he wasn't sure if he can even stay conscious much longer.
The piercing loud screams of agonize pain were music to Harry's ears as he continues to deliver extreme powerful devastating strikes across Cedric's body. This was exactly how he had imagined mere moments ago and he was greatly enjoying it. He would've prefer doing the same thing to the thirty Hufflepuff supporters, but he'll take what he currently has. After a few more moments, he ceased his devastating strike assault on a very pale Cedric, who was barely able to stay conscious as he lost so much blood like Krum, only much more.
"Alright, I'm starting to become bored," Harry stated as he took a couple steps backwards and began to admire the work he did to the other champions sadistically, not before vanishing the large ice broadswords in his hands. At the same time, he couldn't believe how…very easy it was to defeat them and all their supporters. He barely even broke a sweat! His hard bitter training to become the Ice Devil Slayer had really paid off. "It's time for me to finish this and claim my victory. Have a nice long trip at the Hospital Wing with your supporters, bitches, and give Madam Pomfrey my regards."
Harry channeled his magic to create a large intricate bow made of purple ice in his left hand before aiming it at Fleur and began charging it with a purple ice arrow that was glowing brightly. "Ice Devil Zeroth Destruction Bow!" He released the charged-up, brightly glowing, purple ice arrow from the large ice bow, and it soared through the air at high speeds before piercing through both Fleur's stomach and the ice wall behind her.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A very loud blood-curdling scream of agonize pain left Fleur's mouth and echo in the Quidditch pitch as pain beyond belief coursed through her body. It was unlike the devastating punches she received a while ago from Harry. It was too much for her entire being to handle and unconsciousness overtook her, leaving her to hang limply in her icy binds against the ice wall, blood oozing out of her mouth, including her broken nose.
'One champion down, two more to go,' Harry thought as he vanished the large ice bow in his left hand and focus his attention on the other two champions. He had wondered briefly which one he should take out next, but he decided to just target them in the previous order he did. He wasn't going to start switching it up when there's a chance he might regret his decision, even though he's definitely not regretting hurting them at all as this was karma. 'Also, bullseye, baby! That was a beautiful direct shot!'
Channeling his magic, Harry created a large, hand-held long-barrel cannon made of purple ice and aimed it at Krum with both hands after repositioning himself to get a better angle to fire before he began charging it up, causing the inside of the barrel to glow brightly. "Ice Devil Glacier Long Cannon!" He pulled the trigger of the large ice cannon to release a massive charged-up blast of purple ice that headed straight towards Krum, who could do absolutely nothing whatsoever but merely watch as it got closer to him.
Even if Krum somehow got free from his icy binds and that's a really big if right there, he would not have enough time to dodge the powerful ice attack as his heavily injured exhausted body has reach its limit. He hates to admit this rather reluctant bitter fact as it effects his pride completely, but…it's over. He had officially lost the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament to a very vengeful sadistic fourteen-year-old wizard who single-handedly defeated thirty supporters from each group without even breaking a sweat.
At the very last moment before the massive blast attack hit him, Krum closed his eyes and turned his head away with a look of total resignation on his face. Pretty soon, after a huge icy explosion, followed by a piercing scream of agonize pain before it died out, he was now lying spread eagle on the ground unconsciously as both the ice wall and the icy binds holding him in place were destroyed by the ice attack from the large ice cannon. He was sporting many new injuries on his body while his recent ones a while ago were still oozing out blood.
"And now, it's time for me to deal with you, Diggory," Harry stated as he vanished the large ice cannon from his hands and focus his attention on Cedric, who looked up at him weakly, still very pale from the tremendous amount of blood he lost. "I was saving this particular Devil Slayer spell for quite a while and the time to cast it has officially come. Before I cast it, I have one last thing to say: Payback's a bitch, fucker."
Harry didn't waste any more time by throwing his head backwards and began inhaling his magic, causing a loud slurping sound to fill the air. His cheeks bulged at the amount of magic he's inhaling. Once he had gathered enough magic in his mouth, he threw his head forward and called out one last Devil Slayer spell. "Ice Devil Rage!"
A large purple blizzard of cold air, ice and snow shot out of Harry's mouth and headed towards Cedric, who only had enough strength left inside him to produce a very loud piercing scream of fear from his mouth before it completely died as the attack engulfed his whole body, creating intense shockwaves in the Quidditch pitch. It made the crowd at Hogwarts to fall over in the stands with startled screams while making their clothes and hairs bellow around wildly at the same time.
Pretty soon, both the large purple blizzard and the intense shockwaves came to a stop and Cedric was revealed to be lying sideways on the ground unconsciously as the ice wall, along with his icy binds, got destroyed during the powerful ice attack. He was sporting many new cuts on his body while his recent deep ones kept oozing out blood at an alarming rate. Not to mention, his clothes were completely ripped into pieces but there were some left covering him.
Purple icy mists were slowly coming out of Harry's mouth as he stared at the three defeated unconscious champions with cold indifference on his face before closing it. He then raised a hand towards Fleur and made the two Devil Slayer spells holding her in place vanish, causing her to collapse face-first on the ground with a loud thud. He was very tempting to grab her wand and snap it in half out of spite as he still felt anger towards her, but decided against it as the core contains a Veela hair from one of her grandmother's. It was probably her most cherished item in the world like how he cherishes the necklace Seilah made for him when he first received it.
In Harry's mind, he has done enough damage to Delacour. Hopefully, what she experienced taught her a very valuable lesson. If not, well, he could always give her another good ass beating in the future, only he'll channel more magic into his Devil Slayer spells to make them powerful than before as he had been holding back a lot. If he had used his full power, every person in the Quidditch pitch would've gotten killed.
Meanwhile, the audience throughout Europe were totally speechless. They couldn't believe Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, has single-handedly defeated the other champions and all their supporters with the power of this Devil Slayer magic without even breaking a sweat. Not only that, but they couldn't believe how utterly cold, cruel, dark and sadistic he is, especially the crowd at Hogwarts and Dumbledore.
'Harry…just how far have you strayed into darkness?' Dumbledore thought, looking every bit of his old age as he stared very worriedly at Harry through the massive frozen screens. His mind will never forget the other champion's very loud screams of agonize pain when they were being tortured brutally by him, nor the extremely cruel smirk and the dark sadistic glint in his eyes. 'More importantly, how much of Tom's personality did you inherit?'
'WE ARE SO FUCKING DEAD!' The crowd at Hogwarts screamed mentally in their minds as they gaped at Harry very fearfully as if he was some sort of demon. They were now starting to realize the consequences of their actions for harassing and bullying him the past month after he was selected as the fourth unexpected champion. They knew they must make it up to him and apologize with genuine honesty, but how can they do that if they don't know where he resides?
"The First Task is over, I have won…" Harry stated very coldly as he cancelled his Devil Slayer magic and locked eyes with the judges who were staring at him with extreme fear all over their faces, which made him internally satisfied. He had gotten his revenge and made everyone realized they should've never mess with him. "Now, give me my full marks and first place so that I can leave."
The judges certainly didn't want to give Harry his full marks and first place after what he did to the other champions who needs to be taken to the Hospital Wing, including their supporters, but they have no choice whatsoever. They gave him magical oaths, which are taken very seriously in the Magical World, and if they try to back out on their word, then they'll lose their magic for all eternity.
So, with heavy reluctance, the judges gave Harry his full marks and first place of the Triwizard Tournament. After receiving them, he left the Quidditch pitch to head towards the Room of Requirement where Seilah might be waiting for him the moment his performance came to end, leaving behind a still totally speechless audience throughout Europe.
And done! That's the ending of the chapter! Harry has gotten his revenge on everyone who made his life an official hell by unleashing his Devil Slayer magic. They are now realizing their ultimate grave mistake for daring to mess with him and ensuring his life becomes an official hell after he became the unexpected fourth champion of the Triwizard Tournament.
I am sorry it took two months to finish this chapter; I wanted to go all out with how the First Task should be like. I even went so far to push myself to write the whole thing without writing three parts. I am very glad how it turned out and hope you greatly enjoy it.
Next chapter will be Harry confessing his loving feelings to Seilah before engaging themselves to a hot steamy romance. It may be a while until I get the chapter out because it's been a long time since I wrote a lemon chapter, but I'll do the best I can.
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