In between light and darkness

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"Hello," Hadrian said- Person speaking.

Hello. Hadrian thought- Person thinking.

§Hello.§ Hadrian hissed- Person/snake speaking in Parseltongue

#Hello.# Hadrian said- Person speaking in the goblin tongue/language

Last time on in between light and darkness

"Number 127 vs. Number 138. Both contestants, please step into the arena." announced the Headmaster.

"Let the fun begin," Hadrian whispered as he made steps from the spectator area to the arena.

It is time for me to truly test how far I managed to come in my two years of training.

End of Chapter 6

Chapter 7: Tournament of Magical Power (part 2)

Hadrian's Point of View

I calmly walked inside the dueling area. The Japanese Headmaster let us step into it, not before he said the words, "I want a clean duel, guys."

My opponent and I nodded. I could tell that he was from Hogwarts. Hufflepuff, I believe. I remember seeing him sitting there when I entered the Great Hall for my sorting. Now, if I could only come up with his name.

In the end, it didn't matter; I decided in thought. "Wands at the ready." The Headmaster intoned. I raised my wand like a sword. Then, bowing to the Hufflepuff, I turned around and walked thirteen steps away from him. After completing that step of the dueling rules, I turned around, facing my counterpart.

His stance is good. He stands sideways, reducing the target area. His wand is in an offensive opening position. Hadrian analyzed the stance of the boy. The boy's wand is positioned centimeters next to his head. It pointed to his enemy.

My stance was similar. I, too, stood sideways. The difference between my stance and the boy's was the positioning of my wand. My wand laid in my right hand, outstretched.

"We will begin on the count of three. One, two, three!" the Headmaster shouted, the audience counting down with him. The Hufflepuff threw the first spell. "Expelliarmus"

Seeing the red-colored spell coming closer to me, I took a step to the side, easily avoiding the attack. However, the boy continued throwing spells at me, disarming spells, stunning spells, but nothing special.

I dodged them with practiced ease. Then, after a while, I saw the Hufflepuffs boy's breath got. His stance got sloppier. I saw my opportunity to strike. Taking it, I waved my wand in front of me, spoke the incantation, "Avis." Ravens flew out of my wand towards the boy.

From his facial expressions alone, I could tell that he had no idea how to defend himself against the incoming attack. I smirked.

The ravens began circling the boy. He fired a stunning spell at them, but it was to no avail. He would not be able to get rid of them with something so easy. Only a banishing charm with enough power would be able to do so. As the birds got closer and closer to him, he realized this as well.

With one "Depulso" cry, he sent the ravens away from him and towards me. I waved my wand, spoke the incantation, "Vipera Evanesca." The fire shooting out of my wand quickly took care of my originally summoned ravens.

My opponent's wand was still raised. By now, it was apparent that he was simply no match for me. The crowd knew it, I knew it, the boy knew it. I think only his stubbornness stopped him from surrendering.

It is time to end this.

With that thought, I saw my adversary attempt to cast another spell against me. This time I was faster. I used a jinx. A jinx I found very useful when it came to duels. I pointed my wand at him before he could finish casting a spell on me and spoke the word "Silencio."

The spell that stops someone from talking by sticking one's tongue to the roof of their mouth. The chant died on my counterpart's tongue. I fired a quick classic disarming spell at him before he could negate my previous cast jinx.

"And the winner is Number 127." Announced the Headmaster. After the Hufflepuff boy nearly crushed my hand, um, I mean shook it after the match. I went back into the stands and sat down.

The next matches were terribly dull. So far, the dominant school was Beauxbeauton, but I doubted it would stay that way once they went up against Mohoutokoro students. Beauxbeauton was doing well in the tournament, but I had the feeling that they were simply no match against Mohoutokoro students.

Dueling had a different status in Mohoutokoro than in Beauxbeauton.

"Hey, may I ask what your name is?" I heard a voice say.

I looked next to me and saw Tonks sitting next to me in a seat. She was clothed as usual. Heart-shaped face, athletic figure, inconspicuous light brown hair, leather jacket, leather boots, and black gloves. These were the characteristics by which Tonks was recognized.

I smiled at Tonks. "You can call me Hadrian. Miss …"

"Tonks." She answered. "What is your last name?"

"Oh, darling, that is top secret."

She raised an eyebrow at me, ignored the darling comment before grinning. "Ah, so we have something in common. I don't like one of my names either."

"Why Nymphadora isn't such a bad name after all. It just shows your uniqueness. Something you are as a Metamorphagus."

Her eyes widened. "How do you know my name?" She asked, panicking.

I just chuckled. "I know a great deal of many things," I answered cryptically. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "You know that is not really an answer, right?"

"I know," I replied cheekily. "And now for a shameless change of topic. I must say you were mighty impressive in the arena. I can tell that you are certainly the best student Hogwarts student the tournament has to offer."

Tonks beamed at the praise, forgetting that I didn't answer her question about how I knew her name. "Well, thank you. Unfortunately, however, I won't likely win my matches against the winners of the other groups. I mostly self-study DADA (Defence Against the Dark Arts) because the teachers at Hogwarts suck."

I patted her on the back. "Come on, have some faith. You may not win the entire tournament, but I'm sure you will at least win against one or two other opponents. Plus, as you said, Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers suck. You at least can compete with other students from European schools. You can pat yourself on the back for that alone. With enough practice, you could even become a great Auror in a few years."

"You believe that?" she asked wide-eyed.

"Of course, why wouldn't I? I have a feeling you would be a fantastic Auror."

She smiled at me. "I don't know." She exclaimed, doubt leaking into her voice. "It is just nobody believes me when I say I could become an Auror. My parents"

"Let me guess. Your mother doesn't want you to work in such a dangerous job. Your father probably agrees with her, so he doesn't have to sleep on the couch. But secretly, when your mother doesn't hear him, he encourages you."

Tonks stared astonished at me. "Wow, you just perfectly summed up the situation with my parents. I always wanted to be an Auror, but to be truthful, I don't know if I have it in me."

I grinned toothily. "Well, you just have to try to figure things out, even if it means going against your mother's wishes. You are a teenager. You have a constitutional right to rebel against the women that birthed you. " I pointed out. "Just make sure that you still have a relationship with your mother after you rebelled against her."

Tonks laughed a little bit at my last statement. "You know; you are right."

"Plus, Tonks, don't let the others beat you up for being a Metamorphagus. Anyone who only sees your abilities and not the person behind them is a blind fool."

Tonks stared at me and then blinked repeatedly. "How the hell do you know so much about me?" she asked incredulously.

I just smirked. "I know a great deal of many things," I repeated my sentence from earlier.

She just glared at me. "You know you could have told me if you didn't want to tell me, right?"

"I know. But where is the fun in that? But in all seriousness, as for how I know?" I turned my hair from its original black color shape to silver hair. She gasped. "You are a Methamorphagus."

"Is that so surprising?"

"Yes," she answered honestly. "There are very few Metamorphmagi in the entire world. All of those come from ancient families. The most prominent of these families are the Blacks. Wait, is that why you told me your last name was top secret?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, plus I like it when people think of me as just a normal bloke and don't think about crawling up my ass because of the name I carry. But, just out of curiosity, how far have you managed to master your abilities? I can only change the color of my hair, nothing more. You?"

Tonks puffed out her chest. Proudly she declared, "I have fully mastered my Metamorphagus abilities. I can shape-shift my body into everything I want."

"Cool! Sadly, I can not say the same. Like I told you earlier, I can only change my hair color; I can't figure out how to advance beyond that stage."

Before the conversation between lovely miss Tonks and me could continue, the next match was announced. "Number 127 versus Number 111."

"Well looks like it's my turn. See ya around, Tonks."

I stood up and looked around the spectator area. I saw a boy I had never seen before stand up. Then, like me, he, too, moved toward the dueling arena.

Unlike the last opponent I dueled against, this one gave me its name. "Leo Robin." He had said with an outstretched hand as soon as we met each other in the dueling arena. I shook his hand and gave my fake name under which I registered. "Chris Meyer,"

Like in the previous match, the Headmaster said that he wanted to see a clean confrontation. So, after we bowed to each other, we walked thirteen steps away from each other.

My stance was the last, as usual. But this opponent was definitely better than the last one. I could see it in his stance. Looking at the stands, I could see Tonks smiling at me. Only now did I realize it, but I missed her more than I would have imagined.

"Three, two, one." The Headmaster counted down. This time I was the first one to attack. "Expeliarmus," I shouted. The red spell left my wand. My opponent looked pensive. He didn't move from his spot, though. Instead, he just tilted his body to the side and let my spell hit the area behind him.

Yep, definitely better than the last opponent. I remarked in thought. But is it confidence or arrogance my opponent is displaying?

To not move from the spot when a spell was fired at you took some guts. It was a very arrogant thing to do, and arrogance had no place in a duel. But it was a weakness Hadrian was willing to exploit.

"Incendio," I cried. I waved my wand in front of me, and seconds later, flames descended from the tip of my wand and came surging forward at my enemy.

The crowds, as well as his Leo's eyes, widened when he saw me cast the spell. Incendio was a fire summoning spell that was borderline dark magic. On top of that, the transfiguration spell was used only by few people because of how hard the spell was to cast.

Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, James Potter, Lily Potter. There was one thing all these people had in common. They were very good at transfiguration. The spell in itself few people could cast; even a lesser amount of people could control it. The crowd was shocked. Well, at least those who knew what I just did.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tonks grinning and staring astonished at me.

Meanwhile, my enemy yelled incantations of defensive spells to guard himself against the onslaught of my flames. I tried to go in for the kill by pointing my wand at him and saying, "Impedimenta." Rather a useful jinx Bradley taught me. Once hit by the spell, your movements would become slower for about two minutes. Something not pleasant in a duel.

The spell hit him square in the chest. Sweat formed on his forehead. "Protego," he had yelled. Although the red shield he had managed to summon protected him from the flames, it most certainly didn't do the same for my following spells.

"Expelliarmus! Avis! Relashio! Stupefy!" I fired four spells in quick succession from my wand. The disarming spell was blocked when my adversary reinforced his protego shield. The last two attacks, however, finished my enemy off. It was clear as day that my opponent didn't know what to do as soon as I summoned my ravens, who took flight in my enemy's direction.

Before the Robin could even react, he was hit with a Relashio compulsion charm. This charm makes you drop anything you are holding in your hand. In this case, Robin's wand. Seconds after his wand hit the ground, Harry's stunning spell hit him square in the chest.

"Winner Number 127."

Half of the people in my block have already been sorted out. Therefore, I will have to step four more times in the arena to proceed to the next round. So far, I have only shown my excellence at summoning charms and basic spells like Expelliarmus and Stupefy. However, I have also demonstrated my knowledge of certain jinxes. My last two opponents may not have been terrible duelists, but the competition will be tougher as I progress in this tournament.

I turned around and took my seat next to Tonks once again. She had a grin on her face. "Well, well, I must say that you are a most capable duelist."

I blushed and mumbled a "thanks.". "By the way, how good are you at Defence?"

"Defence?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, you know Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"You know that there is no such thing as dark magic and defence against it, right?"

Tonks stared at me, "Explain." She ordered curiousness leaking in her voice.

"According to Hogwarts DADA(Defence Against the Dark Arts) professors, what is dark magic and what classifies it as such?"

Tonks thought about her answer for a moment before she chose to reply. "The Dark Arts, also known as Dark Magic, referred to any type of magic that is mainly used to cause harm to, exert control over, or even kill the victim."

"Five points to Tonks for reciting the answer from a book." I 'praised' her. She growled. "But in all seriousness, that answer barely tells you that dark magic is used to harm people. Correct?"

Tonks nodded her head, uncertain about where I was going. "Let me tell you something. If I found a huge rock, levitated it over your head, and dropped it on it, you would die. I could commit that murder with a levitation spell taught to first-years at Hogwarts. Do you believe that the levitation charm is so-called dark magic? Besides, I could use so-called dark magic to retaliate against someone who attacks me. Does that make me an evil person? Besides, who decides what dark magic is and what classifies as such?"

"The Ministry, of course." Came Tonks answer.

"Exactly. The Ministry decides what magic you shouldn't be able to cast and get your hands on. Magic is just that- magic. Due to contrary belief, magic is alive and living. And all it adheres to is the intent of the wizard who casts it. There are spells like you said; of course, whose only purpose is to harm people. The prime example is the Unforgivables.

The killing, torture, and Imperius curse. To cast one of these threes, you would have to genuinely want to kill, harm, or control a person. You can not commit such an act out of kindness either. Those three spells, like all spells, are intent-based. These spells were created for nothing more than to kill, torture and control. It is their only purpose. You can not kill a person with the killing curse, for example, if they are bleeding to death and you want to end their suffering. You could try to end their suffering, but the killing curse only works when the caster truly wants the person dead out of negative feelings. The intent to end one's suffering, kindness, in a way, would ensure that the person would not die because of the killing curse."

I paused for a moment, letting what I said sink in. Then I continued with my explanation, "The Unforgivables are the first three curses by the British Ministry of Magic who were classified as dark magic. Many followed. Most of these dark spells' usage is banned for several reasons. I won't list all of them. For now, let us focus on the main three.

Reason number one: the potential of these spells being used for good is far outweighed by their potential to cause evil. Plus, no law-abiding Ministry in the world would ever let their population have access to magic that today is classified as dark.

It would just be asking for trouble. Dark lords, the most recent being Grindelwald and Voldemort," I ignored Tonks hissing at hearing me say the dark wankers name. "used the dark arts to wage war. It is because of the dark arts that they managed to cause such problems for governments. So again, yes, the dark arts' potential to be used for evil far outweighs the potential for good deeds. You can commit terrible things with spells taught at any school in the world, but the dark arts have by far the most considerable potential to cause destruction."

"So the Ministry constricts knowledge of the dark arts so that potential rioters don't use them against the government.?" Asked Tonks.

"Partially," I conceded Tonks point. "The other reason they do so is rather simple. The majority of secret dark magic warps and corrupts the mind of the caster. Long-term use of spells like the Criciatus Curse not only harms the person hit by the attack but also has long-term effects on the wielder. You start enjoying seeing others in pain; you thrive in seeing people die. Those are just some effects dark magic can have on the wielder. Again, not all magic classified as dark warps the user's mind, but most do. Another reason why the dark arts are banned is that if you do not know what you are doing, you could become a lunatic whose only goal is to cause misery. Plus, most so-called dark magic is banned because it could be classified as offensive magic.

You can counteract the negative mind-warping effects of the dark arts if you are a strong Occlumenc." Finally, I finished my short explanation.

"Occlumenc?" Tonks asked curiously, never having heard the term. I sighed and began with my short explanation. "Occlumency and its counterpart Legilimancy are the mind magics. One is used to invade minds while the other is used to protect your mind from invasions."

Tonks looked scandalized, shocked, and worried at such a notion. "You are joking. Please tell me you are joking, that you are pulling my leg."

I laughed. "No, I am not. Now to really give you the creeps, your dearest Hogwarts potion professor and Headmaster are full master Legilimanc, masters of invading minds. All they need is to establish eye contact with you, and they can invade your mind to discover your every thought, feeling, and even deep dark secret you forgot due to shame."

Tonks paled before she got a faraway look in her eyes. It was obvious she went through each memory she had of her time spent in a classroom with Snape. "That son of a bitch read my mind! I am going to have my father drag him in front of a judge! I will make him pay." She exclaimed furiously.

Suddenly a light bolt went off in my head. I grinned and recited Dumbledore's words he would always repeat when I complained to him. "Severus has my complete trust."

She turned at me and said in a cold, dangerous voice, "What?!"

"Relax, this isn't my opinion, but it is with one-hundred percent certainty going to be the sentence you will hear from Albus Dumbledore should you take your suspicions about Snape invading minds of students to him. Plus, I wouldn't drag him in front of a court. While invading minds is heavily frowned upon, you have no evidence. Plus, Snape has the Chief Warlock, Albus, of too many names and jobs on his side. Finally, Dumbledore is not just the Headmaster of Hogwarts but also arguably the most powerful politician in Britain, perhaps even surpassing the Minister. If you take Snape to court, you will go against Dumbles as well. Either way, you will not win against Snape in court. So I will make you a deal instead."

Tonks narrowed her eyes at me. She continued to judge me for a moment. "What do you have to offer? "

"We learn from each other."

"Regarding what? What could I learn from you?"

"Everything," I answered. "I need help with my Methamorphagus abilities and a capable dueling partner I can test myself against. You need training in Occlumency to keep Snape out of your head. Besides that, we can work on whatever we are struggling on."

She frowned at me. "I will think about it. I will tell you my answer at the end of the duel after having seen what I could learn from you."

"I didn't take you for a scrupulousness Slytherin," I remarked amusedly. She huffed. "Slytherin's don't have a monopoly on guile. Besides, the hat just places you in the House that corresponds with your most dominant character trade. Mine was loyalty. Just because I am a Hufflepuff doesn't mean I possess traits from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Plus, my mother was a Slytherin. Seems I inherited some Slytherin traits from her."

I barked out a laugh. "True. Sadly, you seem to be one of the few people I ever met to think like that. Most people just make friends and socialize in their own houses and tend to ignore the members from the other houses."

"You speak as if you have gone to Hogwarts yourself, yet I have never seen you there," Tonks noted. I nodded my head. "Yes, I visited Hogwarts for two years before I moved away from Britain, so I could no longer attend the school any longer."

Well, it was the truth. Everything in that statement was the truth. Not the whole truth, of course, but nonetheless the truth. Azkaban was not in Britain after all.

"Which house?" she asked immediately, curiousness again leaking into her voice.

"Slytherin and proud of it," I answered, sticking my chest out. Tonks hummed. "Really?" she asked in a disbelieving tone. "I would have taken you for a Gryffindor."

I looked at her with absolute horror in my eyes. "What?" I choked out. Tonks looked at me with a wry smile on her lips that were twitching. Then, she burst out laughing. "Men, you should have seen your face."

I growled. "Yes, yes, very funny." I spat sarcastically. "But on a more serious note. I would have never suspected you to be a Slytherin. You are way too chipper and don't have a giant pureblood stick up your ass and superiority complex to boot."

"You are exaggerating. Sure, Slytherin House does have the most pureblood supremacists, children of death eaters, and the like in them, but it is not that bad. Those surely have a giant, what did you call it, ah 'a giant pureblood stick up your ass and a superiority complex to boot' but those are the minority of the House that give the rest of the House a lousy name. Plus, don't tell me that there is a Hogwarts house that doesn't have bullies, assholes, broody, and 'I am better because of my blood status than you' children in them. Assholes and blood supremacists are not just limited to House Slytherin."

"Number 127 vs. Number 102. Both contestants, please step into the arena." The announcement came before Tonks could reply to what I said.

"I'll come back to talk to you when I win," I said, standing up and moving towards the arena.

"When you won? Don't you mean if I win? You sound a bit cooky." She remarked.

I snorted. "I meant what I said."

Down in the Dueling Arena

"Three, two, one."

"Lacero," a pale grey spell shot out of my opponents' wand. I quickly moved to the side and began firing spells of my own. "Expelliarmus." I shot the disarming spell in my opponent's direction. He promptly sidestepped and summoned snakes. "Serpensortia Maxima." Hundreds of snakes came out of the Beauxbeauton students' wand and surged in my direction.

But the Beauxbeauton student wasn't entirely done yet. After summoning the snakes, he quickly fired two more spells at me. "Incarcerous, Stupefy." I moved out of the way so that the Incarcerous spell would not hit me. But I wasn't quick enough to do the same with the stunning spell. "Protego," I yelled.

The stunning spell crashed against my erected red shield. The spell bounced off my shield.

I saw my opponent raising his wand, undoubtedly to fire more spells at me. I couldn't let that happen. I had to go on the offensive, not be stuck on the defensive. The snakes were just about to reach me, so I pointed my wand against them and yelled, "Bombarda Maxima."

A huge explosion enveloped the snakes. I briefly wondered if I should have revealed my parseltongue ability and convinced the snakes not to attack me but aid me. But in the end, I think I made the right decision. Parseltongue and everyone who spoke it was labeled as evil. I didn't need that kind of (negative) attention right now.

After the snakes were gone, I went on the offensive. "Incendio." Flames surged from my wand with each of my wand movements. The Beauxbeauton student staggered back a little bit at my onslaught. At first, he decided to shield himself against the shields. But soon, the student realized that such measures would not protect him forever. After he successfully cast the Impervius spell on himself- a spell that protects the user or an object from various substances, such as water and fire.

Seeing this, I quickly switched tactics. I instead summoned ravens, let them fly at him, and then used the Obscuro spell on my intended target. The Obscuro spell makes the target temporarily blind. While it is a curse that can be removed with a single incantation, it confuses and bewilders the enemy endlessly during a duel.

The same happened with my enemy. He turned around, trying to figure out where I was. But the ravens I summoned made sounds that made it all the more difficult for him. "Expelliarmus."

My wand released the red disarming spell, but my opponent heard the spell incantation and managed to move out of the way before the spell impacted with him out of sheer dumb luck. I cursed. Sadly, I was not yet able to cast spells silently.

Bradley said that he would only teach me that in two to three years. Said I needed to bond with my magic more and achieve higher levels of Occlumency.

Regardless of that, my opponent was blind for the moment. This was my chance to strike. "Ascendio." My spell propelled the born french in the air. Not high, of course, but a good four feet in the air. He screamed at the way down. As soon as the Beauxbeauton student hit the ground, I wanted to cast an immobilizing charm, but it wasn't to happen. Instead, the Beauxbbeauton student conjured a wall he hid behind as soon as he hit the ground.

I sighed. This duel took longer than I had hoped. I knew once he came out of hiding, my enemy would be able to see again. I lost my chance to end this duel permanently. So, I waited. It was not worth my magic to try to tear the wall down. I reinforced my occlumenncy shields and starred at the wall. Then, I returned my stance into my classic dueling stance.

My wand laid in my right hand, outstretched. My left hand was behind me. My left arm was angled upward in a straight line with the rest of my body at a ninety-degree angle behind me to reduce my target area. That was my classic dueling stance.

I heard the spell Finite Incantatem coming from behind the wall. The wall collapsed, and I saw the Beauxbeauton student standing there, having replaced the wall. He, too, retook his classic dueling position.

The crowd cheered. Only now did I realize that our fight entranced the crowd—something which rarely happened till now in the tournament. Hadrian noted in thought. The crowd was mostly bored with the matches. Not that I can blame them. Most of the competitors simply did not know how to duel; they had the spell knowledge and skill. But they lacked one crucial thing. Experience.

That was something that the competitors were only now gaining. I doubted that anyone here, even the winners of groups A, B, or C, would match Mohoutokoro students. I doubted I would win against a top Mohoutokoro student, but I wouldn't lose hope yet. A man can dream, can't he?

"Expelliarmus." The French student shouted. The scarlet spell raced in my direction. My opponent, like me, wanted to end this duel quickly. I did not move out of the way. Instead, I guided my wand a little more toward my chest before shooting my wand forward with full force. "Citatio Fulgur" I shouted.

Citatio Fulgur- a spell developed by the first Supreme Mugwump, Bradley Slytherin-Ravenclaw-Peverell. It was like the disarming charm. Only instead of a scarlet red spell, it functioned with lightning.

It was an elemental spell. The first elemental spell Hadrian ever learned. Through a fundamental ritual, he knew that he had an affinity for all five elements. Fire. Water. Wind. Lightning. Earth. All human beings had an affinity for all elements, but most couldn't utilize them in battle because their affinity for elements was too weak. Hadrian especially had a strong affinity for lightning, fire, and wind, a minor for water and a non-existent one for earth.

By studying Dumbledore and Grindelwald, I discovered that those two were the only ones capable of elemental magic. Grindelwald had mastered every element except earth, while Dumbledore had mastered all of them. Though he was nowhere near good enough in his earth magic as he was in his other elements. Dumbledore was especially good at water and wind manipulation, while Grindelwald preferred fire and lightning.

Voldemort, as far as he was aware, had also mastered all five elements. However, he, like, Grindelwald primarily relied on fire and lightning manipulation.

Elementals were very rare. The knowledge on how to control your powers as an elemental was not publicly accessible. Only powerful wizards and witches were able to master one element after years of practice. Most of them learned through trial and error. Being able to master all five elements took decades—something Dumbledore had.

Thankfully, Hadrian didn't have to go through all of that. He, unlike others, had access to the knowledge of how to control your powers as an elemental. But, of course, being the heir to the three most ancient and noble bloodlines had its advantages. Members of the Houses Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Peverell had elementals in their families. These elementals, of course, wrote down the process of how they trained their powers, what worked and didn't work for them, and which discoveries they made about their powers.

White lightning surged from the tip of my wand and clashed with my opponent's disarming spell. My teeth gritted against each other. Whoever won this power struggle would win the duel. Both my opponent and I were betting all of it on it. I didn't want to tire myself out anymore than I had already done. I wanted to be ready for the following matches. The same could be said for my opponent. But he also saw that I at least outmatched him in spell usage and knowledge. So, he probably decided to figure that a power struggle would be the only way to win the duel.

Up until now, I stayed in charge of the duel. Should I lose this struggle of power, however, I would lose the whole duel.

I took a step forward, trying to minimize the distance between my enemy and me. I did this for one reason. That reason was that I wanted to bundle my power in a shorter flash of light. The less distance the spell had to travel, the more powerful it was, after all.

I could feel my wand struggling with accepting my will. It wanted to rebel. Even after two years, the wand still resisted him from time to time. But I had learned how to make the wand succumb to its wishes. I pushed more magic into the wand, and my spell got just a little bit more ferocious. It collided with his disarming spell. By now, my spell had clearly the upper hand. My spell consumed most of my enemies' Expelliarmus'. My attack was one-quarter of the distance away we were from each other. That is how much my spell consumed of my opponent's attack.

My opponent knew that he would lose the struggle of power, so he ended the disarming spell and tried to dodge out of the way of the elemental spell, but it was to no avail. The spell hit him square in the chest moments after he ended his own. He hit the ground… seemingly dead. I fired an "Expelliarmus" at him, followed by an "Incarcerous."

His wand flew into my hand, and he was bound in thick robes. I shot a "Rennervate" at my opponent, who groggily woke up from his slumber. The elemental spell I used could do three things. Electrocute the target, if the spell had enough power in it, was one thing. If it didn't have enough energy in it, it would cause immense pain. The second thing the spell could do was stun the opponent.

Whether the opponent was stunned, electrocuted, or immensely harmed depended on the fact what the caster of the spell wanted. Again, all magic is intent-based. Citatio Fulgur was one of the few spells in existence that could do more than one thing.

Other than the classic 'Stupefy,' this spell could clash with spells like the killing curse with the disarming charm. But the elemental spell was much more potent than the classic 'Stupefy.' The 'Rennervate' spell could undo the classic variation of the stunning spell. A spell that woke you up from your slumber. However, should the spell be used to stun the opponent, only the spell's caster would be able to 'revive' you. No other person could, unlike with the normal stunning spell.

The Beauxbeauton student tried to escape the robes put on him by me, but it was for naught.

"Winner Number 127. We will take a short fifteen-minute break. After the break, the winner of group C will be decided with three more matches. The first two matches will be between three competitors in an all against all. The last match will be between the two winners of the matches."

The announcement was met with cheers.

"Good match. You really challenged me." I said to my competitor, who shook my hand after someone got rid of the robes. The Beauxbeauton student congratulated me on my matches as well. Then, we parted ways, and I retook my seat next to Tonks. She starred at me, astonished.

"That offer about training with me still stands, right?" She asked innocently. "Wow, was I that impressive to move you from skepticism to eagerness so quickly?"

"Yes." She answered plainly. I patted myself on the back, earning myself an eye-roll from Tonks. "Enough with the self-praise." She scolded me. "You may be good, but you will lose this tournament to me." She declared, raising her head, looking completely arrogant. I grinned. "If you say so," I said in a voice that made it clear I didn't believe her.

She glared at me. "You know it it is unbecoming of a woman as beautiful as you to glare like that, Miss Tonks." I flirted with her.

She momentarily reeled back. I could see a hint of red on her cheeks before it quickly went away, and she scowled at me. "Managed to rain in your blush with your powers yet," I asked humorously.

Her glare intensified. She looked away. "You know I never took you for a shameless flirt." She stated.

"I am not, but I like catching people off guard and making pretty girls blush and transform them into quivering messes. It gives me a feeling of power I enjoy. " I replied, grinning like a madman.

"Oh really? I assure you your mysteriousness and handsome looks won't work on me." She stated with conviction.

"You think I am handsome?" I asked innocently.

Her blush came back. Then, after she had it under control, she glared fiercely at me again. I grinned seeing this. Messing with Tonks was always fun.

"Well, anyway, what did you mean when you said that there was no such thing as Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

"Well, as I said earlier, magic is not good or evil, but the user is. Sure, certain magics are created to harm the user, but most of these spells were created by dark lords in war times and paranoid people. But I repeat, magic is just that- magic. It is neither good nor evil. Again all magic can be used to commit crimes. It is just that so-called dark magic has a higher chance of being used for crimes. That is why it is banned. All magic can be used to kill, exert control over, or torture. In other words, there are no such things as the dark arts. And if such a thing does not exist, then how can you defend yourself against it?" I questioned her.

"But what of the Unforgivables? You said that they can not be used for kindness and that you generally would want to kill torture or mind control, someone, for them to work."

"Yes. The Unforgivables are a hard case. In the middle ages, long before the Statute of Secrecy, wizards and witches used them all the time. For example, the killing curse to kill animals. It worked because they wanted food, so they had the intent to kill. The Cruciatus curse was created by dark wizards and witches, the same as the Imperius curse.

The last two were created to cause mass- slaughter. Have you ever heard of the dark magic law lifting restrictions?"

Tonks shook her head. "The dark magic law lifting restrictions, "I began with my explanation," was a law implemented during the Blood War and allowed the legal use of all dark magic, including the Unforgivables, to be used on Death Eaters."

Tonks gaped at me. "This was done to win the Blood War. Afterward, the law was immediately repealed once the war was over, as it was no longer necessary. The dark magic law lifting restrictions are not an exception only used in the last war. Such laws have been implemented in every war to stop the opposing side. If one side doesn't fight with restrictions, why should the other side give themselves such a thing? Plus, in war, there is one rule: There are no rules.

The Unforgivables should be banned from usage, as should any other spell used to harm a person. But did you know that there are certain situations in which you are allowed to use the Unforgivables?"

Tonks shook her head in negative again. "I was only taught that the use of an Unforgivable on a fellow human being would earn you a live sentence in Azkaban." She shuddered a bit at the mention of the prison. Well, I could attest that you should fear receiving even a minimal sentence of going to Azkaban. Ekrizdises' creations were demons.

"Well, yes. But there are certain exceptions. For example, should the DMLE (Department of Magical Law Enforcement) or ICW (International Confederation of Wizards) declare war on an organization or country, you can use any form of dark magic, including the Unforgivables on members of the organization or country. If you caught them performing an act on terrorism only, of course. You can not even be charged in a court of law for it. In such cases, the DMLE (Department of Magical Law Enforcement) or ICW(International Confederation of Wizards) hands you out a hunter license.

The same applies if you are in a fight and your opponent tries to kill you. For example, if someone tries to kill you or casts Unforgivables or other spells with the intent to kill, the law gives you the right to defend yourself against them in any way you see fit. It is a law that not many are aware of.

DADA (Defence Against the Dark Arts) is a subject taught to defend yourself should the need arise. Against any force that may harm you. Werewolves. Vampires. Witches and Wizards who use offensive magic and many other things.

Again it all comes down to the intent of the user. Are the Aurors that used the Unforgivables evil because they used them on Death Eaters? Are they different from Death Eaters at all? Yes, the Aurors fought to protect. The Death Eaters to destroy. There is a difference. I genuinely believe that there is no such thing as dark magic in the world. There are only three things in the world. Good people, bad people, and people who act on both the dark and light inside of them."

Tonks stared at me. Then, she laughed. "You know. You should become a professor at Hogwarts. You would be a more adequate teacher than all of the DADA (Defence Against the Dark Arts) teachers that taught me." She stated.

I smiled. "Thank you. Besides becoming a professor, there are few things that I could be able to do for a living."

"Ah. The bigotry of this country is affecting us Metamorphagi sometimes rather badly, isn't it?" She said sadly.

"Sadly, that seems to be the case. Did you want to be an Auror freely, or did you just choose the job because it was the most appealing out of the few?" I asked her, generously curious.

I could never quite understand why Tonks chose to become an Auror when she could become so much more. Tonks just said that becoming an Auror was her dream. I assumed she wanted to stand up for justice when no one else would. To prove that witches could just be as powerful as wizards. But would she indeed do that under the current administration? She told me how she wanted to stand up for equal rights for all magical beings, wizards, and witches, whether they were purebloods, half-bloods, or muggle-borns. She thought she would do that by becoming an Auror, but would she truly do that?

With Fudge being Minister of Magic. With Dumbledore being Chief Warlock. With Lucius Malfoy and his 'Imperiused' Death Eaters having such control in the government. Would she truly serve the law by serving as an Auror? With all the bigotry that existed in Magical Britain. Or would she just be another Auror working for a corrupt Ministry of Magic?

I thought she would become just that- another Auror who works for a corrupt Ministry of Magic. It was a sad thought, but I thought it was the most realistic version of events if Tonks became an Auror.

Why else would she quit being an Auror two years after my illegal incarceration in the original timeline of events?

Tonks explained that she quit being an Auror but never entirely told me why she did so. Just that she didn't want to talk about it, whenever she said that, I just felt that something happened to her- probably something traumatic, I didn't push her for what happened. Something I think Tonks was grateful about. The pain in her eyes when she said that she didn't want to talk about it, her bad attempts to switch the topic immediately, and her quiet sigh that escaped her lung when we did so told me everything about it.

"So what do you want to become?" asked Tonks me curiously.

"Seeing as the law at the moment only allows me to work in a government position, I would be a coin flip between an Auror or Unspeakable. At the moment, it could go either way. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll try to be an agent of the ICW(International Confederation of Wizards). Or, like you said, maybe teaching at Hogwarts. People say I am good at explaining things."

"You have big dreams. The agents of the ICW(International Confederation of Wizards) are the elite, even amongst the law-enforcing bodies in the world. Do you believe you would be up for the task of hunting down international criminals?

"Maybe, maybe not," I said, shrugging, not knowing the answer to that particular question. "But it doesn't really matter at the moment. I'll stay have a few years to decide after all."

"Becoming a Hogwarts professor is no easy feat either." she took a moment to think about what she just said and added," Well, if you exclude the Muggle Studies, Divination, Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and History of Magic spot."

"Yes, but if I am going to be a professor, then it will either be the Charms, Transfigurations, or Potions classes. Though I would be best suited to teach the Defence Against the Dark Arts classes."

"Wow, are you so good at these four subjects that you consider teaching them at Hogwarts someday?"

"Yep," I answered cheerfully, popping the 'p.' "What are the subjects you excel in?" I asked Tonks curiously.

"Ah well. Charms, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. I get my passing grade in potions, Astronomy, and Runes."

"That is impressive." I complimented her while grinning at the same time at her. She smiled back shyly at the compliment. "If you aren't a total idiot, and the first impression you made on me tells me you aren't, you chose your electives because you knew that you didn't need Divination or Arithmancy to become an Auror. You knew that you needed Care of Magical Creatures and Runes for the job. Am I right?"

"Yes, yes are," Tonks admitted.

"The break is coming to an end. The next match will be Number 127 vs. Number 119 vs. Number 140."

I stood up. "Good luck," Tonks said. "Thanks, but I assure you that I don't need luck. I have skill, after all."

Tonks rolled her eyes and mumbled something about incoherent boys under her breath.

I walked towards the arena with a thoughtful expression on my face. Would I be able to win a match of three opponents all vying for each other's loss? Well, I am going to find out.

End of Chapter 7