LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 39: "The Concert of Chaos"
"The Concert of Chaos"
Well, I should get a little serious now. Although I said I could take on the top ten, the difference from the previous ones is noticeable.
"Are you ready, boy?" Moody asked Stephen.
"I'm fine, Mad-Eye, at your signal."
"Begin!"
With Moody's shout, the ten Aurors slowly began to take tactical positions, maintaining a very high guard. They surrounded Stephen, demonstrating their professionalism.
(So, should I go all out or throw them off balance a bit?) Stephen thought to himself as he watched them position themselves.
"Boss, show them who's in charge!"
"Come on, boss, take them down easily!"
"Good luck, Stephen."
Hearing his friends' cheers, Stephen smiled and decided to give them a good show.
(Then, let's set the stage,) he said as he pulled out his wand and, with his other hand, conjured a violin of light.
Everyone looked at him in surprise, not knowing what he intended to do with an instrument. Meanwhile, Fleur held her head in exasperation, realizing he wouldn't take this seriously at all.
Just as the Aurors were about to launch their attack, angered by what they perceived as mockery, Stephen moved his hand, and the battlefield began to shift. The Aurors behind him were moved to the front, while the center where he stood rose into a circular stage, leaving all the Aurors stunned.
"That's the magic he used to scare Uncle Vernon," Harry said quietly, remembering when Stephen had met his uncle just to frighten him.
"What? That idiot used magic in the Muggle world?" Fleur asked, slightly angry at such audacity.
"Wow, it looks like this is his territory."
"Awesome, boss."
The twins remained as carefree as ever, unaware of Moody's expression. The control Stephen displayed over the area caught his attention. This was the Ministry, a place filled with barriers against many spells, erected centuries ago. Yet Stephen stood before them, showing some kind of transmutation over the entire field as he pleased.
"This kid has quite a few secrets. I hope they're not for the worse," Moody muttered softly, his gaze turning more serious as he watched the young man.
Some of the Aurors also realized what this meant, including the ten facing Stephen, who were now much more on guard against his every move.
"I hope you enjoy my concert," Stephen said with a smile, unfazed by the wary looks around him.
Ting-sss♫ ♩ ♪ ♩
Using the violin of light he had conjured and his wand as a bow, he began to play a beautifully composed melody. It was fast, and as he played, everyone watched as musical notes flew around him.
[Imagine Danse Macabre Op. 40 playing]
The Aurors hesitated, unsure of what to do, until one of those notes shot toward them. One of them dodged just in time, rolling to the side and seeing the sharp cut it left behind.
They all immediately realized that the battle had begun with the recital, so they launched their attacks on Stephen to stop the numerous notes forming and covering the ceiling.
♫ ♩ ♪ ♩
"You have to admit, the boss is ridiculously cool," Fred said in admiration.
"Ugh, those notes look pretty sharp."
"This song feels a little out of place for the moment," Harry muttered, watching Stephen, who continued playing while skillfully dodging and shifting from side to side.
Even when multiple attacks came at him at once, the musical notes formed a shield that protected him.
"That idiot never takes anything seriously. Ahh, but magic really is beautiful," Fleur said, slightly entranced by the display of Stephen's magic and a bit surprised that she never knew he could play the violin like that.
♫ ♩ ♪ ♩
"Hahaha, come on, guys, attack harder, or this will get boring!" Stephen said, grinning with an almost dark expression, playing a melody that reflected his thrill for fun.
♫ ♩ ♪ ♩
"The boss looks like the villain, doesn't he?"
"Fighting against the Aurors with a smile while everything around him is destroyed by his magic—yeah, I'd say so," the twins commented, looking like they wanted to join in on the fun, though Fleur stopped them.
Although Stephen seemed to be enjoying himself, little by little, some spells grazed him, tearing parts of his clothing and leaving marks on his skin.
"Well, after all, I'm playing against ten elite Aurors. It's obvious it wouldn't be easy," Stephen said softly as he dodged more than ten simultaneous spells.
"Aim for his flanks! Look for weak points!" shouted the Auror acting as captain. His name was John; many said that when Moody finally retired and Kingsley Shacklebolt took his place, John would take Kingsley's position. He was one of the most respected Aurors, second only to the two previously mentioned.
"Ugh, it looks like the concert is going to be difficult. Oh well, no matter, I'll try again another day with some weaker fools. It seems I'd better get serious," Stephen said as he abruptly stopped his concert and looked around, waving his hand and changing the scenery once again.
This made the Aurors halt their barrage of attacks, though they did not lower their guard.
Stephen once again sent the Aurors in front of him flying back, as some had managed to sneak behind him. The violin disappeared, replaced by two swords.
"Be careful! It looks like the brat is finally getting serious!" John said, realizing that Stephen was now emitting a more oppressive aura. Instead of his mocking smile, he now looked at them tactically, seemingly searching for weak points.
"As the master of my students, I should demonstrate the art of the sword a little more, don't you think?" Stephen said as he took a running stance and started charging toward the Aurors.
Seeing this, they resumed their synchronized attack, displaying a high level of teamwork.
"I've always wanted to do this," Stephen said with a grin as he continued running. With his two swords of light, he began cutting through all the magical attacks coming his way, dodging those he couldn't cut, showing an incredible level of skill—even greater than Fred, who could only cut a few.
"What the hell?!" John shouted as he watched Stephen rapidly approach the Aurors without taking a single hit, easily knocking out two of his teammates.
"Change! Defensive strategy!" John quickly commanded, and with his order, they switched positions while summoning shields in front of them. Those in the back began casting repulsion spells at Stephen. Some even used fire spells, and a few threw gas bombs from their belts.
This forced Stephen to retreat a bit further, giving the Aurors some breathing room.
"Ugh, this isn't as easy as it seems. After all, they face dangerous wizards all the time," Stephen said as he observed their change in formation and how they left no gaps for him to exploit while preparing for another long-range attack.
"If I can't get close, then let's do it from a distance… Hey, be careful!" Stephen shouted as he made his swords disappear and pulled out his wand again.
"I've never seen Chief Stephen use his wand. What does that mean?" Harry asked his companions.
"No, he just used it while playing the violin."
"Yeah, but that counts as using it since he used it as a bow."
"Technically, he did use it. But why didn't he just create one?"
The twins started talking about random topics while Harry sought an answer from Fleur, knowing the twins wouldn't be much help.
"Well, Harry, some spells can be combined with Eldritch magic, making them more flexible, especially in long-range battles. Watch closely," Fleur said as she focused on Stephen.
Standing in the center, Stephen quickly summoned swords similar to Fleur's, but smaller. They levitated around him, though unlike Fleur's, they shone with a reddish hue. With a movement of his wand, they all shot toward the Auror squad.
"Protect the front and stop those swords!" John quickly shouted as he saw the attack coming. They either dodged or intercepted them quickly, but unlike Fleur's swords, these did not disappear upon impact; instead, they remained embedded throughout the battlefield.
"Gladius!" Stephen shouted, pointing at the swords scattered on the ground. As if connected by chains, they exploded, freezing everything around them in an instant.
"What?! How is that possible?" John shouted, barely dodging the ice explosions. Some of his teammates, however, weren't fast enough and ended up injured.
"How did he do that?" Harry quickly asked Fleur.
"I told you, some spells can be combined. Since Eldritch magic is always connected to the caster, it serves as a medium for casting other spells. They combine quite well because they come from the same wizard," Fleur replied with a smile.
Moody, who was close enough to hear, grew even more serious, realizing the implications. If dark wizards learned such a way of using magic, they could cause even more destruction.
"This kid has created a magic that's quite difficult to counter. I hope he's prepared to sweat blood training those who will have to fight against it," he murmured quietly, so no one else could hear.
Meanwhile, in the center of the field, Stephen gave the Aurors a moment to breathe as he moved those who could no longer fight out of the way to prevent further injury with a wave of his hand.
"That kid seems to control everything within a 20-meter radius. That shows he's not even using his full strength. Otherwise, with this kind of magic, he could have defeated them all already," Moody said with a worried expression.
"Ugh, I'm using too much magic. If I keep this up, I won't last until the end. I'll have to finish this quickly," Stephen said, realizing his magic reserves were running low. He no longer had the super battery of the Vishanti gods, and his mana now came from his still-maturing body. It's well known that wizards gain more mana as they grow older. Although Stephen had perhaps the same level as many Aurors at his young age, he still had a long way to go—especially if he compared himself to Dumbledore. Even though the old man may have lost much of his dexterity, his magical power was so immense that it hardly mattered. Or perhaps his grandfather, who could no longer move but, with a single spell, would have no opponent. However, his mobility was his weakness—like a tank cannon with no defense.
"Well then, I'll use what's left to make this spectacular," Stephen said as his clothing transformed into his Cloak of Levitation, which had been hidden all this time.
All the Aurors watched as his clothes changed and he started flying.
"Damn it, he can fly?!"
"What kind of magic is that?"
"Idiots, don't get distracted. Obviously, it's that cloak. He started flying when his clothes changed," John quickly said, calming his teammates.
"Wow, you're good, fast, and efficient—a perfect detective. I hope you're ready," Stephen said as he started creating magical seals with his hands, then split into five more Stephens.
"Ugh, this consumes a lot," he muttered as he felt the magical drain.
The five Stephens surrounded the Aurors, who tried to defend themselves. But it was already difficult against just one of him—now with five, and all of them able to fly, it became impossible. They were quickly trapped with chains and rings that sealed their powers, leaving them collapsed on the ground.
"Looks like I win," Stephen said with a smile, looking at the defeated Aurors, who lay there with dark expressions of disappointment.
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