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Chapter 168: It’s So Unlucky
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 15:03:52 +0000 UTCProfessor Snape had always been a cold and intimidating figure, especially when dealing with monsters—or people—he despised.
Silence was one of his defining traits, but nobody ever mistook that silence for weakness. In fact, his quiet demeanor only made him more menacing, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike.
As Snape set his book down and walked over, he inwardly acknowledged how convenient Noah's magic had been. But that didn’t mean his simmering anger had lessened in the slightest.
He cast a brief glance at Selene, whose face was pale and etched with sorrow. Though Snape could sense she was a vampire, he didn’t say anything—yet. His dark eyes locked onto the other figure in the room: a bandaged corpse of a man who looked like a half-decayed mummy.
Snape’s lip curled in disgust. How long has this creature even been alive?
"It's him?" he asked coldly.
"Yes," Noah confirmed.
"Did you question him? Did he lie, or did he refuse to speak?"
"No. That's why I didn’t bother wasting time. Honestly, just being here feels like a waste. If it weren’t for the Ministry of Magic’s payment, I’d be long gone."
Noah spread his hands, visibly bored. Aside from the reward from the Ministry, nothing about this mission interested him. Angelina’s tests were complete. The bloodlines of vampires and Lycans had turned out to be useless to him.
If anything intrigued him at all, it was Selene.
But how old was Noah now? Mentally, he felt ancient. Physically... not so much. Whether due to magic or something else, he felt oddly disconnected from any romantic or physical interest.
"I’ll admit, while you do seem to stir up chaos wherever you go, you're not wrong," Snape muttered, surprisingly agreeing. "We have wasted far too much time here."
Suddenly, with a flick of his wand, Snape unleashed a silver bolt of magic laced with green energy that struck Victor’s body directly.
The ancient vampire shuddered violently and slumped forward, groggy and dazed. It took him a long moment to regain partial awareness.
"Good. Ask your questions now," Snape said, tucking his wand away. "Strong will or not, he’s pathetically weak."
"Thank you, Professor," Noah said sincerely before turning to Victor. "Where did you hide the contract?"
"I don't know," Victor replied, his voice hollow. Despite his resistance, he quickly slipped back into a hazy state of semi-consciousness. "I tried asking too, but Marcus only gave me one sentence."
"What did he say? And if you’re about to spout some cryptic nonsense to protect a secret, save it."
"He said… he gave the contract to his father. That no one would ever find it."
"His father? You mean Marcus's father?"
"Yes."
Victor’s words caused Selene to fall silent, her expression heavy. Even Snape raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Marcus… has a father?” Snape repeated with disdain. “Isn’t he supposed to be the original vampire? The so-called ancestor of your kind?”
Selene didn't answer immediately, but her silence spoke volumes.
So where’s this father buried then? Snape thought. And why would Lycans agree to hide something in a vampire's ancestral grave?
"The contract between the Ministry of Magic, the vampires, and the Lycans... and you people hide it with Marcus’s father?" Snape sneered. "You lot are truly absurd."
"Because the Lycans are like us," Selene whispered, pain threading her voice. With Klein’s memories, she understood now. "We were born of the same father."
"Oh? So you’re a pack of mongrels who share the same origin and now spend eternity slaughtering each other? How poetic," Snape scoffed.
"We didn’t know. Not until now," Selene replied bitterly. "You’re right… we are monsters. What now, high-ranking wizard?"
Snape raised his wand slowly, his tone razor-sharp. "Now? I’ll show you exactly what I intend to do."
"Hold on!" Noah interjected, stepping between them. “She was a normal person. The vampire you just cursed needed human blood, and she was the only survivor. She only found out the truth five minutes ago.”
Both Snape and Selene looked at Noah. One had a wand ready to strike. The other clearly didn’t care whether she lived or died.
Noah sighed. Honestly, if he didn’t think Selene had the potential to become a female version of Blade, he wouldn’t even be here.
This was the first time in a while he had a decent plan—and Snape was about to ruin it with his “Shadowless Blade of Justice” routine.
Snape’s stance finally softened, if only slightly. Seeing this, Noah turned to Selene.
"And you, Miss Selene… I do sympathize. Truly. But this self-destructive attitude isn’t helping. You were a victim of the vampires, right? Then why not do something to prevent others from suffering the same fate?"
Noah didn’t think he was a great speaker. But he’d watched enough movies to know that one well-timed line—“Don’t you want to save humanity?”—often worked like magic.
To his surprise, Selene’s expression shifted. She quietly stepped aside, deep in thought.
"Good," Noah nodded. Then he turned back to Victor, his voice turning sharp again. “Do you know where Marcus’s father is buried?”
"I don’t," Victor replied flatly. And he wasn’t lying.
If Alexander Corvinus were that easy to locate, both vampires and Lycans would’ve found him ages ago. His blood was far too valuable.
"Then tell me about Marcus."
"He's dead."
"...Dead?" Noah blinked. "Wait, what?"
"Yes. Just now."
"...Just now? Don’t tell me—"
“Yes. His ashes should still be warm.”
"..."
Noah froze. You’re telling me… that casual magic I cast earlier actually killed Marcus? The legendary original vampire… dead before even waking?
He hadn’t intended to fight Marcus in some dramatic battle to the death, but he did have questions. Now all that was gone.
"...You’ve got to be kidding me."
With a grimace, Noah turned to look at the pile of ashes. His frustration boiled over.
In a flash, he raised his wand again and incinerated every other slumbering vampire elder in the room.
The fire, enhanced with anti-undead magic, was more than enough to reduce the powerful ancients to dust in seconds.
"Impressive magic. Quite terrifying," Victor said quietly, watching the flames. “Though, perhaps you should’ve waited. Some of them might’ve known things I don’t.”
"..."
“But it’s too late now. At least they didn’t suffer. Thank you, magician.”
"..."
Noah stared at him. Was that sarcasm?
He considered whether Victor had somehow broken free of the Imperius Curse. But after checking carefully, he found the spell still active.
"...So I’m just really that unlucky today," Noah muttered with a bitter laugh.
At that moment, a series of gunshots rang out from outside the mansion.
The sudden noise broke Noah’s train of thought. Not again…
“Sounds like Constantine and the others,” he said, turning away. “Let’s go check.”
As he walked toward the entrance, his wand instinctively pointed at Selene.
Just in case.
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