Release That Succubus

Since the feast was in their way, they only needed to get rid of it as fast as possible. And that was what they did.

The whole family gathered their chairs close to the center and formed a semi-circle around Zach as he began to piece together the fragments of the story, he could recall into a deliverable one. His story-telling had improved a lot over this time but he found himself still lacking compared to the professional or natural talents he remembered from his previous life. Some people were just born with that kind of charisma to affect the audience and mesmerize them.

Clearing his throat lightly, Zach began to narrate the last passage of the story with as much mystique as he could muster. The audience gasped and wowed after each sentence as he narrated the battle of Hogwarts with a gloomy air around him that matched the feelings of the audience perfectly.

“…Amidst the thundering clash of spells, a tale of ancient artifacts unfolded, weaving its way into the fabric of the Battle of Hogwarts. The Deathly Hallows, fabled relics of unimaginable power, whispered their presence, as if orchestrating a dance of destiny amidst the chaos.

In the hands of the Dark Lord Voldemort rested the Elder Wand, a wand of legend said to be unbeatable in duels. With its might, he sought to snuff out the light of hope that emanated from Harry Potter’s heart. The wand had passed through many hands, leaving a trail of bloodshed and treachery in its wake, and now it yearned for a master who could wield it with true mastery.

As the battle raged on, whispers spread like wildfire, carrying tales of the Elder Wand’s connection to the young hero. It was rumored that Harry had become the true master of the wand when he disarmed its previous owner, Draco Malfoy, unwittingly acquiring its allegiance. The revelation that he possessed this sacred artifact only deepened the stakes of the battle. .

When the time came for Harry to face Voldemort, their wands met in a clash that shook the very foundation of reality. Sparks flew, and magic crackled, as the Elder Wand resisted the Dark Lord’s command to end the young wizard’s life. Unbeknownst to Voldemort, the wand recognized Harry as its true master, bound by the unbreakable connection of their fateful encounter.

In a moment of profound realization, Harry grasped the significance of the Deathly Hallows. Though he had not actively sought them, fate had drawn him toward them, and now he bore the mantle of their power. He understood that the Elder Wand was not a tool to conquer or control; it was a symbol of the choices one made and the path one walked.

The Elder Wand, sensing the purity of Harry’s intentions, refused to harm its true master, thus denying Voldemort the victory he so desperately craved. The wand’s loyalty shifted, breaking the cycle of violence and upheaval that had plagued its history.

In the climax of their battle, Harry’s steadfastness proved victorious. Voldemort’s own curse, borne of his arrogance and ignorance of the wand’s allegiance, rebounded upon him. The Dark Lord fell, vanquished not only by the Boy Who Lived but by the very wand he had sought to control.

In the aftermath of the battle, as Hogwarts began to heal its wounds and mourn its fallen, Harry made a solemn decision.

He knew the power and danger that the Elder Wand posed if left unclaimed. With great humility, he chose not to become its master.

In that act of selflessness, Harry broke the wand’s power once and for all, ensuring that its allure would never again fuel a thirst for dominance…”

The round of applause that followed the climax of the story was so loud that the birds sleeping in their nests nearly fell out of their nests in the forest from the shock.

The appreciation for the story was never ending. Christina hadn’t spent a lot of time with the Smith family which was why she never had the chance to hear the entire story. But just from the parts she heard, she was able to infer the level of the story. She couldn’t help but think that there might be some truth to the story. The world Zach mentioned that was devoid of magic and relied on technology like the trucks to improve the standard of daily life entranced her more than the magical world full of wonder and powerful artifacts that only the mages could wield.

She wanted to experience the world of the muggles like a curious connoisseur of the muggle artifacts like the head of the Weasley family. She believed that magic would be wonderful if it could be used to improve the lives of the ordinary people but alas it was being utilized to hold the entire society back.

She lamented the reality that was in front of her and wished for the world to be full of tools like trucks as it was in the muggle world. She wondered what the train to Hogwarts would look like. Was it truly a metal beast that could be several kilometers in length and capable of carrying thousands of people in a single run? Wouldn’t that revolutionize the entire logistics chain if it could be brought to reality?

Alas, the reality was too cruel and this world too dependent on mages and too immersed in battles and war to even think of doing something out of the box that could benefit the entire human race.

Clara gave a bitter laugh as well. She was fascinated by the fact that Harry had chosen to dispose of the Elder Wand instead of increasing his own power with it. From the moment she could retain her memory, she remembered that strength was the paramount thing. Her family practiced strong magic even if it hindered their physical growth. The stronger the magic capacity of the individual, the more it hindered their physical growth. But even still, she had always felt proud to wield such strength.

But now she had changed her opinion slightly. Power wasn’t everything. In the face of the person she loved, she found her confidence waning when comparing herself with her rivals who had a normal height. Even Diana who wasn’t as powerful had found a way to make herself useful to Zach and earn his appreciation. This made Clara wonder whether she had taken the right path.

The story made both Clara and Christina ponder on different but negative aspects of magic. While sitting beside each other, they began to discuss the various possibilities of magic and were surprised to find that they were like minded people who would rather not have magic than watch its effects destroy the human society like it currently was.

Clara liked the way Christina thought. She was much more imaginative and much more knowledgeable than a martial minded person like her. Therefore, the hatred she had previously harbored against Christina began to dissolve like a medicinal pellet in water.

She felt that Christina wasn’t as bad a person as she had previously imagined. But she wasn’t ready to admit the same to Christina’s face at the moment.

No matter how nice a person she was, she was still contending with her for her fiancée. As such Clara wasn’t willing to just hand over Zach to someone else.

While Christina and Clara were on the same page and were against the martial usage of magic, Diana would have wholeheartedly disagreed with their point of view if she could hear their thoughts in their entirety.

Power, authority and strength were the most primitive goals of human beings since they came into existence. It was the most basic reason behind conflicts in the world. Only greed and such goals were powerful enough motivators to lead humans astray. They were in a sense more effective than any other kind of motivation.

Diana believed in competition and survival of the fittest. She believed that only with sufficient power could one protect what they wanted to protect. Therefore, from the get go she had been stubborn about increasing her fighting prowess so as to avoid her fate of eventually marrying a piece of garbage.

Later she had increased her power with the help of Zach and had killed the piece of trash with her own hands. The faint notion in her mind had solidified at that moment.