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      68. Of Magical Goblets and Enchanted Rings68. Of Magical Goblets and Enchanted Rings

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      by Gladiusx The end of October 1994 Ron Weasley The school year was in full swing.  Even though Voldemort had returned, not much had changed for him. Wizarding Britain seemed as peaceful as ever, and whatever happened on the Continent seemed too distant to worry about. He trained harder, and the D.A. meeting had grown solemn, yes, but the rest of the school was much the same, if with the addition of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students.  The former were all proud and haughty, while the latter…
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      66.A Glimpse of the Summit66.A Glimpse of the Summit

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      by Gladiusx 6th of September 1994, Tuesday (3 days later) Harry Potter Power throbbed beneath his skin as the air itself was alight by spellfire. Curled in his fingers, his wand sang with joy. Dozens of jagged shards of ice rushed his way. He could feel the chill coalescing into the frost, melding seamlessly into the magic. Harry was undaunted. Back ramrod straight, he stabbed his wand like a sword, shattering them midway with a pulse of raw magic. He ducked under a purple curse, caught a Finger-Twisting…
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      78.Drastic Measures78.Drastic Measures

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      by Gladiusx 17th of January, Tuesday 1995 (2 days later) Harry Potter Perhaps Scrimgeour had sensed something was amiss, because his vigilance had only heightened. That left them with only one last card left to play—Arthur Weasley.  The outcome of the elections now rested on his shoulders. “Thank you for agreeing to meet on such short notice, Mr Weasley,” Harry said as they sat in a private room in an old, unassuming pub on the outskirts of Blackburn, far away from any prying Muggle or magical…
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      79.Lament79.Lament

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      by Gladiusx 7th of February, Tuesday 1995 (9 days later) The Fallen Unspeakable Barty emerged from the Dark Lord’s room, chin lifted high. He had all the reason for his pride—not only was he the Dark Lord’s most trusted, but he was now the strongest amongst the Death Eaters, surpassing a limit without resorting to shortcuts. His strength had grown even further after Dumbledore’s death, and he had even replaced his wand with another older one, but a far better fit than what Ollivander had sold him at…
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      72.A Perilous Encounter72.A Perilous Encounter

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      by Gladiusx 24th of November 1994, Thursday (5 days later) Harry Potter He ignored the thunderous cheer of the crowd and focused on the arena below as the first contestant emerged. The Quidditch Stadium had been completely remade and expanded. The seats were tripled in number, and each one was filled with wizards and witches coming to watch the Tournament. The grassy ground below was expanded and replaced with rocky terrain, dotted with miniature ridges, hills, and small chasms; a great spiked dragon…
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      70.Shadow of War70.Shadow of War

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      by Gladiusx Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the Harry Potter universe. All recognisable characters, plots, and settings are the exclusive property of Joanne K. Rowling. I do not claim ownership. Edited and beta-read by Himura, Bub3loka, Ash, and Kingfishlong. 12th of November, 1994 Saturday (4 days later) Lord Malfoy Lucius slumped onto the sofa, feeling completely drained, exhaustion seeping all the way into his marrow. The last few months’ tension was a near-constant ache between his…
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      71.No Going Back71.No Going Back

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      by Gladiusx 19th of November 1994 Saturday (6 days later) Juno The intent to battle was so thick she could almost taste it. Her gaze roamed about the Chamber, and she gave a slight nod. Spellfire fluttered across its length, illuminating everything in myriad colours as the club members duelled with fervour. The air was thick with the whistling of magic and the students’ laboured breathing. But there were no incantations. Even their youngest members could now fight silently, each spell coming out smooth and…
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