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Chapter 162: Are You Looking for Death?
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 11:07:32 +0000 UTC“Professor Snape, sir, I beg you! Please—just do me this one favor!”
Inside the hotel where Noah and his friends were staying, a middle-aged man in a formal suit looked almost desperately at Professor Severus Snape.
He was a representative from the Hungarian Ministry of Magic. After Noah and Angelina had departed, he had arrived here on official business.
Their purpose was simple. A powerful magician had entered their territory, and through internal reports, they learned that this individual was none other than Hogwarts’ Potions Master—Professor Severus Snape.
Despite Snape’s controversial reputation and the current chaos at the British Ministry of Magic, that didn’t stop the Hungarian side from seeking his help. After all, Hogwarts professors weren’t Ministry personnel, so asking for their assistance came with fewer political strings attached.
Thus, they had immediately dispatched an envoy. They were surprised, however, to find that the professor and his students were not staying in the magical district but rather in the Muggle world.
Still, that was a trivial matter. What truly mattered was that the Head of Slytherin—an expert in the Dark Arts—might be their best hope.
Werewolves and vampires had plagued them for centuries. Thanks to a foolish former minister who sympathized with those creatures and signed a ridiculous treaty, the Ministry’s hands were tied. They couldn’t even retaliate properly.
Frankly, if they had just one competent high-level wizard, they could wipe those monsters out in a night—or at the very least, lock them up in Azkaban-level cells.
“I already told you—I only came here as an observer. You should be speaking to the exorcist,” Snape replied coolly, eyes distant, clearly uninterested in prolonging the conversation.
“But, Professor—aren’t you concerned these creatures will continue to terrorize Muggles unchecked?”
The Ministry official persisted. It was rare to encounter such a powerful independent wizard. If he gave up now, who knew when the next opportunity would arise?
Snape’s patience was wearing thin. He’d only come to oversee his students, yet these officials wouldn’t leave him in peace.
“This is your territory. I have no authority here,” Snape said coldly. “My students are already assisting the exorcist. Isn’t that enough for you?”
“Professor… aren’t you worried your students might be in danger? They’re just children, and—”
The official didn’t even finish before Snape cut him off, producing a small pendant from inside his robes. He infused it with a faint pulse of magic.
“They may be young, but don’t mistake that for weakness. Mr. Finniel is the top student at Hogwarts. There is no doubt about that. Tell me—have you seen one of these?”
“Uh... no,” the official replied, puzzled as he looked at the pendant.
“This is from Kamar-Taj—used to measure a magician’s power level. It’s not widespread in the wizarding world, but quite standard among other magical communities.”
As Snape continued to channel his magic, a glowing deep red “5” appeared on the pendant.
“Order Five,” he explained. “Deep red signifies mastery at this tier. I’ve yet to reach Order Six—that’s Dumbledore’s domain.”
“Congratulations, Professor...” the official said awkwardly, still unsure what Snape was getting at.
Snape continued calmly, “Mr. Finniel—the student I mentioned—is already Order Four. And he’s not even fourteen yet.”
“Wait, what?! A Order Four magician... under fourteen?!”
“Yes,” Snape confirmed. “He’s more capable than many adult wizards. That’s why I came with him—not to supervise, but to support if needed. He’s also a close ally of the exorcist. You should be looking for them instead of wasting my time. Understood?”
“Oh… Merlin’s beard...”
Meanwhile, Noah was unaware of this entire exchange happening in the hotel. Nor did he know the Ministry staff had come charging in like a headless Niffler.
He was currently observing a woman in a soaked black leather coat from a short distance—Selene.
Noah recognized her immediately. She was the main heroine from the whole incident—Selene, the vampire Death Dealer.
In her original world, she was a force to be reckoned with. And in Noah’s memory, she was anything but ordinary.
Given how many dimensional travelers liked to meddle in her universe, Noah sometimes wondered if all her so-called “husbands” ever showed up here together, they’d probably break the universe.
If those walking cheat codes decided to brawl over her—“Selene is mine!”—even Thanos wouldn’t need to snap. The multiverse would reboot itself out of sheer panic.
Before his reincarnation, Noah read countless novels where multiversal travelers always ended up in Selene’s world. And nine out of ten made her their wife.
The appeal of this leather-clad vampire was clearly off the charts. Curious, Noah once watched all the Underworld movies.
And yes… there was a reason why she was so beloved.
Now though, he had more pressing matters. He could worry about Selene’s overpowered fan club later. Right now, he needed to locate the werewolves.
To be honest, when Noah watched the movies, he only had eyes for Selene. The male lead? Totally forgettable.
So now, Noah was relying on his magical senses to distinguish monsters from civilians.
Angelina had split off to conduct her own assessment. Noah would intervene only if she failed—or succeeded.
At that moment, Angelina was carefully approaching several beings with odd magical signatures. These “monsters” didn’t seem to be hiding at all. They lived openly among Muggles, blending in brazenly.
They really don’t care, huh?
She was being cautious, but then something unexpected happened.
A tall Black man suddenly pulled out two pistols and yelled, “Bloodsuckers!” before firing wildly into the crowd!
Angelina was stunned. But the screams of panicked civilians and snarling vampires jolted her back to reality.
She instantly drew her wand and cast a protective barrier around herself.
Fear flickered across her face as she saw a Muggle lying nearby, bleeding and writhing. At that moment, she understood why the Ministry no longer extended mercy to these creatures.
“These bastards...!”
She was angry now—furious at her own carelessness. Thankfully, the man hadn’t targeted her directly. But that didn’t matter anymore.
One of Noah’s younger recruits had already taken down a newly-turned vampire. And he was just a second-year.
Angelina was in her fifth year—surely she could handle this.
Without hesitation, she waved her wand, casting a quick series of spells that teleported the wounded and terrified Muggles to a safer location.
It drained both her time and magical energy—but she refused to let innocent people die.
With her conscience clear, Angelina began advancing toward the monsters.
Oddly, they didn’t react to her presence. The vampires and werewolves kept fighting each other, ignoring her completely—even though she was clearly a magical threat.
So they’re that arrogant?
Still cautious, Angelina surrounded herself with magical armor—a technique Noah had taught her. It could withstand normal bullets.
“Let’s teach you something,” she muttered.
“Expelliarmus!”
Her spell struck a female vampire cleanly, slamming her into a nearby wall.
Without pause, she turned and cast again—this time at a charging lycans—sending it tumbling back.
That did it. The monsters had noticed her now.
They growled and roared, some drawing guns and turning their attention toward her.
“Another magician?” one snarled. “Are you looking for death?!”
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