Hogwarts...
DADA Office...
Hearing Leo's revelation—
That was not just magic, but the very world itself was doomed to collapse if the current path continued—
Left the entire room in stunned silence.
"____"
"____"
Dumbledore, for perhaps the first time in decades, looked genuinely shaken, his hands trembling ever so slightly as they gripped the arms of his chair.
The calm mask he always wore had cracked.
"The death of magic…"
He murmured, eyes wide.
"And with it, all magical life…"
Even Grindelwald, who had once claimed to see the world's future in fire and conquest, looked like a man who had been struck by thunder.
His smug demeanour shattered;
His face was grim, haunted even.
The professors—
Flitwick, Slughorn, Bella, and Minerva—
Exchanged glances.
Bella looked quietly alert, her mind clearly racing.
Minerva, however, leaned forward with genuine concern etched into every line of her face.
"Leo…"
She asked softly,
"Is there a way to stop this from happening?"
Leo's eyes shifted to hers—
And for a moment, the gravity in the room only deepened.
Then came his response.
He gave a wide, confident grin.
Grin~
"There is,"
Leo said, his voice calm but resolute.
"To stop this, we must increase the number of beings—creatures and humans alike—who are directly and deeply connected to magic. In other words… we need to rekindle magic through them."
The words hit the others like a lightning bolt.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Slughorn, eyes suddenly wide, shot up from his seat as if struck.
"Impossible!"
He cried, voice shaking.
"That's… madness! There were entire eras in magical history where people tried to do just that—foolish alchemists, dark cults, even rogue ministries during times of the Dark Ages! All of them ended in ruin!"
"They— They twisted human souls—warped magical creatures! It became butchery!"
He looked at Leo with something like fear creeping into his eyes, pale and trembling.
"You… you didn't—did you? Leo… tell me you didn't perform those… those forbidden experiments."
Leo didn't even flinch.
Instead, he rolled his eyes and waved one hand dismissively, as if brushing away a pesky fly.
"Please, Professor Slughorn,"
He said coolly.
"I've got better things to do than recreate history's darkest disasters."
His gaze sharpened.
"No, I'm not conducting experiments. I'm not carving people apart or siphoning the soul of a unicorn. I've taken a different path—one built on adaptation, integration, and choice."
He stepped forward, the red of his eyes flashing slightly.
"There are ancient magical energies, entities, and forgotten techniques that allow voluntary deep binding with magic. Creatures can evolve. Humans can awaken. It's not forced corruption. It's awakening potential—the right way."
Everyone fell silent again—
Processing.
Even Grindelwald was watching him now with a strange expression.
Not contempt. Not mockery.
Something far rarer: genuine intrigue.
Seeing how the room had been swallowed by tension—
Dumbledore lost in stunned silence, Slughorn still standing pale as parchment,
Minerva wringing her hands, and even Grindelwald uncharacteristically quiet—
Leo leaned back slightly and exhaled.
"____"
His voice broke the silence, surprisingly light despite the weight of the topic:
"Alright. Everyone, relax. I'm not saying the sky is falling tomorrow."
He glanced at Minerva, offering her a calm nod.
Nod~
"I've got this. You've seen what I'm capable of. I'm not here to throw the world into a panic—I'm here to save it. And I will."
The others looked at him uncertainly, but Leo continued, voice firmer now, with the edge of command:
"What I do need is for all of you to be ready. Prepared for change. Prepared for resistance. Prepared for the truth—no matter how uncomfortable."
He stepped around the desk, standing beside Grindelwald now, eyes scanning the room.
Then his voice dropped into something more serious, colder:
"Eight years ago, during the Magi Mundial Conference, the diplomatic wall between the magical and Muggle worlds cracked. Muggle officials became slightly more cooperative. Just enough to see the cracks in their world... and ours."
Dumbledore's brows furrowed.
He remembered the conference.
It was the first time the Muggle leaders had been exposed to the magic—
Not in full, but enough.
Leo continued:
"Since then, I've been watching. Waiting. Moving pieces."
"Now it's time to act."
He looked each of them in the eye, one by one.
"Phase One—we weed out the rot in the wizarding world. The corrupt blood supremacists. The hidden cults. The dark remnants play both sides. People like Harold Mitchum. The ones poisoning magical society from the inside out."
Bella smirked slightly at that.
Smirk~
"Phase Two—we work with selected Muggle channels. Quietly. Carefully. Because they're not saints either—but if this world is going to survive, both sides of the line have to be brought under control."
He let that sink in before adding, with a slight grin:
Grin~
"Only after that… will I initiate the full awakening plan."
There was a heavy silence.
"____"
"____"
Grindelwald finally stood, clapping slowly.
"Well,"
He said, a spark back in his eyes.
"Now I really want to follow you."
[DING... ]
The moment Grindelwald's words—
"Now I really want to follow you"—
Left his mouth, Leo's mind chimed with the crystalline tone of the system.
[System Notification]
[Mission Complete: The Dark Phoenix Returns
Objective:
Meet and establish an alliance with Gellert Grindelwald, who will arrive at Hogwarts during lunch today.
He seeks hope for the magical world—and sees that hope in you.
Task Details:
Gellert Grindelwald, after years of isolation and silence, has sensed a shift in the tides of magical destiny.
His reappearance signals the next phase in your overarching quest to reshape the magical world.
You must convince him to align with your vision.
Words alone may not be enough.
Prepare for a philosophical, magical, and strategic test.
Rewards Unlocked:
➤ Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan –(Upgrade Complete)
— Access to advanced genjutsu
— Unlocking unique ocular abilities tied to Leo's soul signature
➤ Soil Fertiliser Potion Recipe – A miraculous elixir capable of transforming even wastelands into lush greenery, enhances all plant life, boosts crop taste, yield, and magical properties.]
[DING...]
[REWARD BEING ISSUED...]
Leo's eyes glinted red for a brief second—
His Sharingan pulsing with newly awakened power—
before returning to normal as a sly, satisfied grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
Grin~
He extended his hand.
Grindelwald took it without hesitation, and the handshake between two of the most dangerous and visionary minds of the magical world was sealed.
For a few heartbeats, the room was absolutely still.
Even the air seemed to tremble—
As though the very world recognised the weight of this moment.
Dumbledore's hand, unconsciously, tightened around his wand.
Minerva's breath hitched.
Filius looked shocked.
Slughorn slowly sank back into his seat, face pale with realisation.
Bella, ever observant, leaned back in quiet victory, whispering with delight,
"The dragon and the dark phoenix have finally aligned."
Dumbledore's voice, hollow but steady, broke the silence:
"You've just set the wheels of history in motion, Leo. You realise that, don't you?"
Leo turned his gaze toward the Headmaster.
His tone was calm, resolute.
"The wheels were already spinning, Albus. I'm just... steering them somewhere better before they crush us all."
There was no argument.
"____"
No rebuttal.
Because deep down, even Dumbledore knew—
This alliance was necessary.
Dangerous, yes.
Unpredictable, certainly.
But it was the only play left that still had a chance to save everything.
And so the room remained frozen in the gravity of that moment—
A single handshake echoed like a thunderclap across the timeline of the magical world.
Days After the Alliance...
In the days following the monumental handshake between Leo Morningstar and Gellert Grindelwald,
The gears of a grand plan began to turn in silence, each cog slotting into place with both precision and danger.
🔥 Grindelwald's Assignment
Grindelwald, charismatic and ruthless as ever, took to his task with an old fire rekindled. Under Leo's directive, he began:
Gathering pure-blood supremacists under the pretence of Voldemort's resurgence, using the long-dead Dark Lord's shadow as a rallying point.
Carefully isolating and uniting radicals across Europe, feeding their ideology while redirecting their loyalty subtly toward his own network.
Quietly sowing global connections, using his former influence and current mystique to build Leo's banner of influence in South America, Africa, and parts of Asia.
All the while, he reported only to Leo—no one else.
🧠 Leo's Internal Purge Begins
Back at Hogwarts, Leo's strategy was no less methodical.
He convened the staff privately and declared:
"We're not raising another generation of bigots. Not under Hogwarts. Not again."
Dumbledore, though wary of Leo's alliance with Grindelwald, supported this measure wholeheartedly, as did Minerva and others.
Even the hesitant Slughorn, once proud of his pure-blood connections, agreed with solemn regret.
🧪 The Counselling Initiative
Leo had long prepared for this step.
Months before, he had quietly converted one of the unused wings near the Room of Requirement into a discrete, shielded area now known as the Psychological Counselling Ward.
It was staffed by a man Leo had personally vetted:
Dr. Samar Verma, a Muggle-born psychologist with decades of experience and a deep understanding of magical trauma and prejudice.
His daughter, Sasha Verma, a bright and cheerful Ravenclaw graduate, is now employed in the Ministry's Muggle Integration Department.
In which the families of Muggle-born wizards or witches will be given an opportunity to integrate into the wizarding community after their son or daughter graduates.
Under the condition of cutting off their connection with the Muggle world.
Under the banner of Minister Jenkins.
Dr. Verma's conditions had been simple:
He would leave behind his old life in the Muggle world, live within the magical sphere in secrecy, and help shape a healthier future for magical youth—
for the sake of his daughter.
He accepted Leo's condition without hesitation.
"If cutting off my past helps Sasha live in a better magical world… then I'll do it. Just tell me where I'm needed."
The Counselling Ward began seeing students flagged for ideological extremism, bullying of Muggle-borns, or radical family influence.
Some were helped.
Others resisted.
But the system had begun.
🏫 Within the Halls of Hogwarts
Professors kept a close eye on their Houses:
Minerva began stricter monitoring in Gryffindor, especially among students from long-standing magical families.
Filius Flitwick introduced ethics discussions in the Ravenclaw common room meetings.
Pomona Sprout worked with Sasha to create herbology therapy programs for troubled students.
Horace Slughorn, after some internal conflict, quietly provided Leo with the names of students from families known for their supremacist leanings—
for observation, not punishment.
Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom...
The classroom buzzed with chatter as students waited for Professor Morningstar to arrive.
Desks were half-filled with parchment, quills moved lazily.
In the back row, James Potter leaned back smugly in his seat, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he crumpled a piece of parchment.
With a flick of his wand, he sent it soaring straight toward Severus Snape.
Thud.
Snape caught it mid-air with one hand, eyes narrowing.
Carefully, he unwrapped it.
It was a childish caricature—
A hook-nosed figure in tattered robes labelled "Snivellus, the Bat-Boy" with flies buzzing around it.
"____"
The corner of Snape's lips twitched, but not in amusement.
He crushed the paper tightly, his black eyes gleaming with restrained fury.
From his high perch in the rafters near the classroom's arched ceiling, Jigsaw—
His loyal companion—
observed silently.
Its eerie face tilted just enough to meet Snape's gaze.
A subtle nod from Snape.
Nod~ A glint of understanding from Jigsaw.
Then—
Whoosh!
In a blur, Jigsaw dived downward like a hawk.
James, who had just turned to flirt—
Again—
Lily Evans, trying to impress her with some overdone anecdote about Quidditch, was not ready.
CRACK!
The bat slammed comically into his face, knocking him off his seat with a loud, exaggerated squeal.
James Potter hit the floor.
Hard.
"Bloody hell!"
He groaned, tangled in his robes.
The class erupted in laughter—
From House Dragon students, Ravenclaws, and even a few Gryffindors who had grown tired of James's antics.
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, sitting nearby, smirked knowingly.
They had seen Snape's silent signal.
Even they couldn't deny it was… well-deserved.
Lily, however, simply rolled her eyes and turned away, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed and unmoved by James's dramatic fall.
In the rafters,
Jigsaw returned to its perch, legs dangling freely, its grinning face as unreadable as ever.
A second later, the door creaked open.
Professor Leo Morningstar strode in, red eyes scanning the room with mild curiosity.
"I see chaos already. And I didn't even start the lesson yet,"
Leo said dryly, raising an eyebrow as James picked himself up from the floor.
Without missing a beat, he added:
"Mr. Potter, if the floor wanted to date you, I assure you it would have sent a Valentine first."
The class burst into another round of laughter, even Snape letting a brief smirk touch his lips before hiding it again.
After the laughter and energy had settled, Professor Morningstar flicked his wand, summoning the attendance parchment.
Names floated in the air, glowing one by one as students responded.
"Right. Everyone's here—no missing limbs, broken pride doesn't count, Mr. Potter,"
Leo added with a smirk.
Smirk~
Then, his tone shifted, calm but deliberate.
"Today's lesson is about werewolves. Not the monsters from bedtime stories. Not the horror you've heard whispered in fear. But the truth."
He stepped beside a large side table and, with a sharp flick of his wand, transfigured it.
CRACK–CRACK–
SNAP.
The wood twisted, morphed, and thickened.
Before the wide-eyed students, it became a full-size, clearly modelled werewolf—
A realistic, life-sized magical construct, lying on its side like it were sedated.
Its greyish fur rose and fell slightly, and its eyes fluttered—
Animated enough to look real, but not dangerous.
Gasps and murmurs rose around the classroom.
"Relax. It's not real. I transfigured it using a memory-based conjuration model,"
Leo said casually, stepping beside the creature.
"But this—"
He gestured to the figure,
"—is what the world fears."
"And it's why we're going to learn to stop fearing it. And start understanding it."
He turned to the class, eyes sweeping across Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Slytherins and House Dragon students.
"Now, tell me—why are werewolves hated?"
Hands shot up.
Leo nodded at Marlene McKinnon.
"Because they attack people during full moons—they're dangerous?"
"Half right,"
Leo replied, pacing.
"They're dangerous during transformation, yes. But so is a Bludger flying at your head, and no one's banning Quidditch."
A few chuckles.
Chuckles~
He snapped his fingers, and above the werewolf construct, a magical diagram appeared, showing the full moon, the transformation process, and affected brain activity.
"What most don't know is this: the transformation forces the victim into losing control. It's not a choice. The werewolf's mind is locked in a cage, watching their own body rampage."
He paused, letting it sink in.
"Would you punish someone for being cursed against their will? For having a condition forced upon them without consent?"
A silence fell.
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"____"
He continued, voice softening:
"Most werewolves are victims. People like you. Like me. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
His red eyes locked briefly with Remus Lupin,
Who stiffened in his seat, eyes wide.
Leo gave the slightest nod—
Acknowledging, reassuring.
Nod~
No one else seemed to notice.
"There's a cure being researched,"
Leo added.
"There are potions that can help—like the Wolfsbane Potion, though it's far from perfect."
He raised his wand and pointed to the werewolf's chest, which opened magically like a diagram cutaway, showing how the curse affects magical channels inside the body.
"This, my students, is why awareness matters. Ignorance breeds fear. Fear breeds hate. And hate kills."
He let that line settle.
When is the class going to end?
"Your assignment is simple. Write an essay—not on how to fight werewolves—but on how to protect them. Help them. Integrate them."
The students looked at one another, surprised by the assignment.
"That's what real defence is. Not just spells. But understanding."
Leo finished.
He waved his wand again—the werewolf reverted back to a table.
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