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Chapter 163: Are Magicians More Terrifying the Smaller They Are?
🕑 Added 2025-05-20 10:37:44 +0000 UTCFor so many years, the Lycans and vampires had probably forgotten how long it had been since they were last attacked by magicians.
Yes—magicians—a race both feared and dangerous.
Many among them are shunned in other parts of the world, and their tragic pasts are common knowledge. But this... this is Hungary. This is Budapest.
A haven for supernatural beings. Under the protection of an ancient accord, magicians do not act here.
Besides, the magical community isn't exactly known for being mobile. Foreign wizards seldom assist the Hungarian Ministry of Magic with local affairs.
Those who travel are often lone wolves—few in number and even fewer who care enough to interfere. Finding a willing one is rare.
Vampires and Lycans, despite their long lifespans, are not fools.
Aside from the bothersome exorcists and bounty hunters, their real threats have only been each other.
But today... a magician dared to attack them directly.
It was infuriating.
To them, this magician had a death wish. Didn’t she know this could endanger the secrecy of the entire magical world?
Then again... perhaps that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
If the veil fell, maybe they’d finally get the rights they’ve been denied for centuries. This could become a true paradise for monsters.
"You're the ones courting death, damn you!"
Angelina said little more before flicking her wand.
A burst of silver light blasted one of the vampires, launching the muscular brute backward and instantly raising the tension in the room.
Now, the fighting stopped. Every monster in the station turned their attention toward Angelina.
Hot-tempered but far from reckless, Angelina scanned the scene.
They've lost it, she thought. Are they really attacking magicians openly? How much has the Ministry neglected this place?
Still, her wand danced. Another vampire was thrown back with a violent crash.
Then, behind her—Bang!
"A gunshot?" Angelina frowned.
The sound was unmistakable. In the Muggle world, this sound usually meant death.
But she wasn’t worried—her defensive charms were already in place.
Sure enough, when she turned around, she saw the bullets suspended mid-air, stopped by her magic.
“Bullets?” she muttered, then flicked her wand.
"Expelliarmus!"
The vampire holding the firearm was sent flying into a wall, his weapon yanked away. He got up quickly, wiping blood from his mouth.
These creatures were no match for a trained witch, especially one ready for battle. Their only real option now was to retreat.
They looked at one another, fear dawning in their eyes.
They’d heard magicians were terrifying. But facing one?
They were shaken to the core.
This generation of vampires and Lycans had never experienced this kind of magic. And now, they were paralyzed by regret—and resentment.
How dare she break the pact?
But it was too late. The price had already been paid.
“She’s alone—scatter! Let the Ministry burn for this!”
A white werewolf howled, his body contorting as he shifted into lupine form.
His dark-skinned companion followed suit. The two vampires exchanged glances, then slowly began to back away.
"Not bad, Angelina," a calm voice called out.
A boy, maybe fourteen or fifteen, walked into view, holding an umbrella.
Everyone stared in disbelief—Lycans, vampires, even the civilians Angelina had discreetly shielded at the start of the battle.
Who was this kid?
Another magician?
Why was he even younger than the girl?
Noah ignored the onlookers. As for the Ministry Aurors watching from afar, he was certain they’d handle the cleanup.
“So, did I pass?” Angelina asked flatly. She didn’t look pleased.
Her eyes glanced at the injured civilians—some had been shot. Their chances of survival seemed slim.
“Of course,” Noah replied. “Though you don’t look thrilled. What’s wrong?”
He twirled the umbrella, which seamlessly transformed into a wand.
“I didn’t save everyone,” Angelina whispered, voice thick with guilt.
“Which is why Professor Snape always said—if you're going to fight monsters, don’t hesitate. Eliminate them.” Noah smirked.
He waved his wand.
Instantly, the Lycans and vampires froze in place—Petrified.
“Don't worry. Those who were shot aren't in mortal danger. I’ve been monitoring them.”
“You’re serious?”
“Dead serious. Aurors just need to stop the bleeding and send them to a hospital.”
“A Muggle hospital? You mean where they… cut people open and stitch them back up?” Angelina looked horrified.
Noah gave her a tired look. The bystanders around them, still hiding, were silently stunned.
“You seriously need to read more. We’ve got a whole library—use it. And no, they don’t cut people in half. Well… not exactly.” He rubbed his temples, sighing.
“Fine. What now? They’re petrified…” Angelina asked, glancing at the immobilized creatures.
Noah’s gaze darkened. He stepped toward the Lycans—especially the ones mid-transformation.
“Disgusting creatures,” he muttered. “This isn’t the first time they’ve done this, is it?”
Though they were more refined than Professor Lupin's werewolf form, Noah had no sympathy.
From the human perspective, they were already sentenced.
Noah raised his wand.
A golden halo shimmered at its tip, inscribed with ancient runes that spun slowly. Smoke began to rise from the Lycans.
"Aaargh!"
Agonized screams echoed through the station.
Before anyone could react, both Lycans burst into columns of divine golden flame.
Holy, radiant, and yet utterly terrifying.
Ten seconds later, the flames vanished.
Only black ash remained.
The station fell silent.
Even the ordinary people—shocked as they were—dared not breathe loudly.
This boy magician… he looked small, but he was something else entirely.
Were magicians more terrifying the smaller they looked?
The two vampires, pale as corpses, trembled.
They’d seen exactly how the Lycans—once their rivals—were obliterated.
Angelina steadied herself. She agreed with Snape’s philosophy now.
These monsters weren’t victims—they were predators.
If left alive, they’d only bring more pain.
She didn’t believe in pure-blood supremacy despite being a half-blood. That’s why she'd always gotten along with people like Ron Weasley.
“Then… it’s your turn.” Noah turned to the vampires.
“Wait, Mr. Finniel!”
Just as Noah raised his wand, a voice rang out.
Footsteps echoed from the platform tunnel.
A middle-aged man in a formal coat came running, clearly a Ministry official.
But when he saw the powerful aura swirling around Noah’s wand…
He froze.
“Oh... my God. You...”
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