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Chapter 160: We Accepted This Mission!
🕑 Added 2025-05-17 13:03:19 +0000 UTC
Although the name “Marcus” wasn't exactly strange, Noah couldn’t help but remember a kid he beat up back in second grade who had the same name.
But a vampire named Marcus? The leader, even?
Noah’s first thought was of the Italian guy from Twilight—of course, he dismissed that idea almost immediately.
Sure, that Marcus was impressive—one of the three leaders of the Volturi, the ruling class of Italian vampires, and one of the founding members.
That guy had lived over 3,000 years. As for how powerful he was, Noah didn’t really care. He thought it was irrelevant.
Because this godforsaken place was Hungary.
What, did that guy take a vacation to Budapest and decide to hibernate along the Danube?
“Could it be that Marcus?” Noah muttered again.
He remembered another Marcus—this one from Underworld.
And the more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. After all, Budapest was a major location in that universe.
Honestly, Noah was speechless. He had just followed Constantine across Europe, thinking he could leave behind the messes of New York and London.
Who would’ve thought that Constantine, that absolute trouble magnet, had led him straight into another disaster?
“At this rate, when I visit San Francisco, am I going to run into some bald guy with fangs who likes biting heads off? Maybe with a couple of white dots on his skin?”
Noah rubbed his head. There were too many uncertain variables in this crazy world. He didn’t want to overthink it.
In a world this bizarre, Noah figured his heart needed to be just as strong as his magic. At least that way, when some old man appeared and claimed his name was the Ancient One too, Noah wouldn’t drop dead from shock.
With Constantine’s connections, they found a luxurious hotel and checked in without issue.
Say what you will about exorcists—they weren’t poor. As long as they didn’t constantly volunteer their services, they made good money.
Constantine, who had struggled financially in Los Angeles, had since upgraded his clientele after moving to London. He still occasionally helped those who couldn’t afford to pay, but he charged premium rates to the rich and cursed.
Luxury hotel? No problem—stay as long as you like.
After making sure Noah, Angelina, and Professor Snape were settled in, Constantine took poor Chase—who still had little presence in this story—out to meet a contact.
“Professor, have you ever been to this hellhole before?” Noah asked, flopping on the bed and flipping through TV channels until he gave up and turned to Snape.
“No,” Snape replied, shaking his head calmly. “But I do know about its situation.”
“Oh?” Noah sat up slightly.
“The Hungarian Ministry of Magic signed an agreement centuries ago, sympathizing with the local vampires and werewolves. Now, they’re suffering the consequences.”
“Yeah, I know,” Noah muttered, stretching. “And thank Merlin we didn’t make the same mistake. At least they gave us a nice cautionary tale, right?”
“Indeed. That’s why, back home, when werewolves and vampires clash, we kill both sides—regardless of who started it.
Attacking Muggles? Kill them.
Attacking wizards? Same result.
Remus Lupin was just unlucky. The werewolf that bit him ran before he could be caught. No one knows where he’s hiding now.”
Angelina, who had been quietly listening, stiffened at Snape’s cold tone. The textbooks did talk about vampire and werewolf protocols—but she never imagined the Ministry was this ruthless.
“By the way,” Noah asked, “do you know anything about that Marcus?”
“Not much,” Snape admitted. “He’s been around for centuries, but there’s very little written about him. I know more about the Marcus from Italy—they’re far more public.”
Noah sighed and rubbed his forehead. So, there was a vampire named Marcus in Italy.
Was there also a town called Forks, filled with vampires, werewolves, and one girl who was oddly attractive to bloodsuckers?
Well, maybe not yet—timeline-wise.
Even if that eventually happened, Noah wouldn’t interfere. He had zero interest in those supernatural teenage love dramas.
Unless they turned into another global catastrophe. Then he might have to step in.
“Professor, seriously. You need to fix your hair,” Noah said suddenly, shaking off the thought.
“Is it bad? You’ll get used to it,” Snape replied dryly.
“Oh please. If your daughter inherits your hair, no one’s going to marry her.”
“WHAT? Professor Snape has a daughter?!” Angelina blurted out, stunned.
“You insolent brat!” Snape growled, glaring daggers at Noah, clearly considering casting a Memory Charm on him.
“Relax, relax,” Noah said, raising his hands. “Everyone at Hogwarts will know sooner or later. May as well let them get used to the idea now.”
Snape sighed. “You may be right. Still, next time, ask me first before airing my personal matters.”
“Of course, Professor. Won’t happen again.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Angelina promised quickly, still trying to digest the news.
Snape shook his head. It was inevitable that word would get out—especially once the child was born. Maybe letting the students adapt early wasn’t a bad idea.
Thinking of his future child, Snape smiled faintly.
Though… maybe he would consider a haircut.
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As night fell, rain pattered against the windows.
Constantine sat at the table, swirling a glass of red wine with a grim expression.
“We might be in serious trouble this time,” he muttered.
Noah, Snape, and Angelina glanced at each other, unimpressed.
“Oh? What kind of trouble gives you a headache, John?” Noah asked, cutting into a steak. Surprisingly, the food here was excellent.
“Here’s the situation,” Constantine began. “The werewolves and vampires in Hungary have grown too powerful, and the Ministry of Magic can’t control them. But thanks to that ancient agreement, they can’t take direct action. So they reached out to the Exorcist Guild.”
“And the exorcists who got here before you?”
“Either met God… or Satan. I honestly don’t know.”
“…That bad?”
“Not exactly. There aren’t many exorcists willing to come here in the first place,” Constantine said with a wry laugh. “Only the desperate ones show up. You have to be either crazy or obsessed with gold galleons.”
“Then what about you? Are you that greedy?” Noah raised an eyebrow.
“No. I owe a favor to an old friend. I only came to check the situation. If things looked too bad, I was going to leave. I’m not stupid.”
“So what changed?”
“Well, now we’ve got a full-fledged wizard with us,” Constantine said with a sly grin. “Which means we can actually attempt this mission—worth 10,000 gold galleons, by the way. Nothing you can’t handle, right?”
“Sure, but there’s one problem—you’re wrong about who’s taking the mission. This job isn’t mine; it’s hers.”
Noah pointed straight at Angelina, whose face turned ghostly pale.
Wait, what?!
Vampires and werewolves?! And she was expected to do this alone?!
This wasn’t a test—it was a death sentence!
Sure, she was brave, but she wasn’t suicidal.
She’d heard Noah didn’t particularly like Gryffindors… but surely he didn’t hate her enough to let her be vampire chow, right?
Noah didn't care much for blood purity, and according to Hermione, he wasn't against Slytherins as long as they weren't elitist snobs.
"Look," Constantine said, facing Angelina. "This mission isn’t too hard in theory—it’s just dangerous because of the numbers.
You’re a student, and obviously, you won’t be expected to complete the mission alone. This isn’t like last summer’s clean-up jobs with Boggarts and a few rogue goblins. The worst threat back then was probably a freshly-turned vampire."
“Then what is the mission exactly?” Noah asked, finally realizing Constantine had never explained it.
Constantine gave a crooked grin. “It’s simple—we need to find out what the vampires and werewolves are planning.
And, if you’re up for it, my contact says the Ministry will pay extra for each creature eliminated. For example, five galleons per confirmed kill.”
Noah smirked. “Then that settles it.”
“We’ll take this mission.”
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