Leo handed the newspaper back to the eager Gryffindor student, who still looked at him like he had just witnessed Merlin himself descend from the heavens.
Ignoring the star-struck gaze, Leo stretched his arms and casually leaned back.
'Alright, let's see what I got out of this mess.'
[ Urgent Quest Completed! ]
[ Objective: Defeat Voldemort and his followers in Diagon Alley. Status: Complete ]
[ Rewards Issued:
Faith +0.1
Agility +1
Summoning Card: Nun (Conjuring Series) ]
Leo raised an eyebrow.
'A Nun? From the Conjuring universe?'
[ Affirmative. The entity is known as Valak, the defiler, the profane, the marquis of snakes— ]
'Yeah, yeah, I get it. Creepy demon nun. I know who Valak is.'
[ Then why ask? ]
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Sigh~
He exhaled, shaking his head.
'Fine. Store the summoning card for now. I'm not exactly in the mood to let a demonic nun loose in Hogwarts before all these eyes looking at him.'
[ Acknowledged. ]
With that sorted, Leo glanced around, noting how students were still stealing glances at him.
Some whispered excitedly, others just stared in disbelief.
'Well… might as well enjoy the fame while it lasts.'
Smirking, he returned to his breakfast, completely at ease while the entire hall buzzed about the downfall of the so-called "Second Dark Lord."
Leo was enjoying his breakfast, seated among the professors, with Bellatrix beside him.
She had settled into her new role as his bodyguard rather comfortably, occasionally sipping her tea while observing the students.
The atmosphere was relatively light-hearted until a small group of Slytherin students hesitantly approached the staff table.
Leo noticed them before they even spoke—
the way they shuffled forward, their tense shoulders, the quick glances they exchanged.
He placed his fork down, arching an eyebrow in amusement as they finally stopped before him.
One of the students, a tall boy with sharp features and the unmistakable bearing of someone from a prestigious pure-blood family cleared his throat before speaking.
Cough~
"Professor Morningstar,"
he began, his voice carefully controlled.
"We'd like to ask you something."
Leo leaned back in his chair, gesturing lazily.
"Go ahead."
The boy hesitated for a brief second but then steeled himself.
"Why did you order your... servant to humiliate those pure-blood wizards?"
His tone was laced with an edge of accusation.
"They were respectable members of noble families."
The Great Hall, which had been filled with the usual morning chatter, grew noticeably quieter.
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The surrounding students turned to watch the interaction unfold.
Even the professors exchanged glances, though none interrupted—perhaps curious about how Leo would handle this.
Leo's red eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the group before him.
Bellatrix, who had been casually sipping her tea, set her cup down and folded her arms, her piercing gaze locked onto the Slytherins.
Slughorn, sitting a few seats away, frowned at the boldness of the students.
He was just about to intervene when Leo raised a hand, silently stopping him.
Instead of immediately answering, Leo let the silence stretch, watching as the students grew more uneasy under his gaze.
Then, he spoke—
his voice calm, yet carrying a weight that sent shivers down their spines.
"Oh? And what exactly do you mean by 'respectable'?"
The boy stiffened, but before he could answer, Leo continued, his tone laced with amusement.
"Is it respectable to attack innocent people? To follow a man who preaches blood supremacy while being a half-blood himself? To terrorize their own kind for the sake of outdated ideals?"
The Slytherin students flinched slightly, but their leader, to his credit, held his ground.
"That may be, but did they deserve that level of punishment? Their families—"
"—have no one but themselves to blame,"
Leo cut in smoothly.
"If they chose to align themselves with Voldemort, then they should be prepared to suffer the consequences. Or are you suggesting that their so-called noble status should grant them immunity?"
The boy opened his mouth but had no immediate response.
Leo smirked.
Smirk~
"I see."
With a slow, deliberate movement, he stood up from his seat.
The moment he did, the weight of his presence seemed to intensify.
He didn't need to raise his voice, yet when he spoke, it carried across the hall effortlessly.
"Since you're all so curious,"
he said, stepping toward the owl podium,
"Allow me to educate you."
The entire Great Hall fell silent, every eye now focused on him.
Even the Slytherin students, who had started this confrontation, found themselves frozen in place as Leo prepared to deliver a lesson they wouldn't forget.
Once he reached the podium, Leo let his piercing gaze sweep across the hall, making sure every student—
especially the ones from Slytherin—
was paying attention.
Then, in a voice filled with authority, he spoke:
"Why do wizards hide from Muggles?"
The hall remained silent.
No one dared to speak.
"It wasn't always like this,"
Leo continued.
"There was a time when wizards and witches walked freely when our kind was at the peak of innovation, strength, and knowledge."
"But then fear crept in. Fear of being outnumbered. Fear of being hunted. And instead of progressing, we hid."
"We stagnated. While Muggles advanced in science, technology, and medicine, what did we do? We clung to outdated traditions and blood purity nonsense, pretending it made us superior."
A few students shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
Some Slytherins clenched their jaws but said nothing.
"Tell me,"
Leo pressed,
"why is the wizarding population so low? Why are there fewer magical-borns with each generation? Is it because of Muggles? No. It's because pure-blood fanatics like Voldemort encourage inbreeding, thinning the very magic they claim to protect."
Gasps~
Gasps echoed through the hall.
Even some of the professors looked stunned at his bluntness.
"Pure-blood supremacy is nothing but a dying ideology,"
Leo stated coldly.
"One that has done nothing but weaken us. Look at history—how many pure-blood wizards can even compare to Merlin? To Morgana?"
"To the wizards of old who shaped the world? None. And why?"
"Because those wizards didn't limit themselves with foolish notions of blood purity. They sought strength, knowledge, and power wherever it lay."
A heavy silence filled the room.
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Even the Slytherin students who had questioned him looked uncertain now.
"And you dare to follow Voldemort?"
Leo scoffed.
"A half-blood who built his entire ideology on lies."
"He claims to be the Second Dark Lord, yet he cowers in the shadows, recruiting teenagers and half-trained wizards while the rest of the world outgrows him."
"Grindelwald, the First Dark Lord, failed because he underestimated the world outside his bubble."
"And now Voldemort walks the same doomed path no there is no path only death, repeating history like a fool."
Some Gryffindors grinned at that remark, while Ravenclaws nodded thoughtfully.
"You want to fight among yourselves? Wage a civil war over blood status?"
Leo's voice grew harsher.
"Then enjoy it while it lasts, because the world is changing. Do you think Muggles will stay ignorant forever? They're already advancing at an alarming rate."
"They have weapons that can wipe out entire cities—without a single spell."
"You believe wizards are superior, yet we've been hiding like rats while the Muggle world expands beyond our reach."
More whispers filled the Great Hall, but no one interrupted him.
"There is no time for petty conflicts."
His voice softened but carried weight.
"The wizarding world is standing on the edge of a cliff, and unless we change, we will fall."
"Your loyalty to outdated ideals will not protect you. Strength, knowledge, unity—that is what will keep us alive."
He let the silence stretch for a moment before stepping back from the podium.
"Now, finish your breakfast,"
Leo added with a smirk, returning to his seat like he hadn't just shaken the very foundations of wizarding society.
As breakfast concluded, the atmosphere in the Great Hall remained thick with unspoken words.
Leo's speech had left an undeniable impact on everyone present.
Students rushed toward the owlery, parchment and quills in hand, eager to communicate their thoughts to their families.
Some letters were filled with admiration, praising Leo for his fearless stance and for exposing the flaws in the wizarding world's current state.
These students—
many from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw—
were inspired by his words and found themselves questioning old beliefs.
Others wrote with confusion, their minds still struggling to grasp the weight of what had been said.
Some of these students were from traditional wizarding families and had never truly questioned the superiority of pure-blood ideology—
until now.
Doubt crept into the letters of a few, who hesitated to believe Leo's words.
They had been raised to respect blood status, to see Muggles as inferior, and yet, the logic behind his argument was undeniable.
Some sought guidance from their families, asking whether Leo Morningstar spoke the truth.
And then there were those who wrote with quiet determination.
A handful of students, mostly from Slytherin, gritted their teeth as they penned their messages.
They weren't writing to challenge their families but to warn them—
to prepare for the inevitable shift in power that was beginning to unfold.
As the owls took flight, carrying their messages across Britain, the consequences of Leo's speech had already begun rippling through the wizarding world.
Ministry of Magic...
Meeting Hall...
The scene shifts to the Ministry of Magic, where the air in the grand meeting hall crackles with tension.
At the long, polished table, wizards and witches from different factions engage in heated discussions, their voices rising and clashing like waves in a storm.
At one side of the table, Harold Mitchum, a staunch traditionalist and a representative of several influential pure-blood families, sits with his arms crossed and is also a high-ranking member of the ministry.
He is the favourable candidate of the Pure Blood family who they gonna out to become the next minister.
His sharp gaze sweeps across the room as his allies—
lords and representatives from old families—
speak fervently, their demands clear: Leo Morningstar must be held accountable.
On the opposite side, David Fletcher, an experienced lawmaker and one of Minister Jenkins' strongest supporters, leans forward, countering their accusations with cold logic.
The neutral faction watches carefully, some whispering among themselves, weighing the situation.
At the head of the table, Minister Jenkins listens, an unreadable expression on her face.
Despite the chaos surrounding her, there is an almost imperceptible glint of amusement in her eyes.
She knows exactly what's happening.
These pure-blood families, unable to move against Leo directly due to his Morningstar lineage, are attempting to pressure the Ministry into acting as their pawn.
If she caves, they will use her as a scapegoat, painting her as weak and ineffective, before removing her from power and installing Mitchum as the next Minister.
What they don't realize is that Jenkins and Leo Morningstar have already struck a mutual agreement—
a partnership where they aid each other in times of need.
The current situation, while stressful, only reinforces that alliance.
Dumbledore, seated beside the Minister, gently taps his fingers against the table, his eyes scanning the room.
His presence alone commands a level of restraint from both sides, though he is keenly aware that the balance is fragile.
He speaks at intervals, attempting to de-escalate the brewing political conflict, urging unity rather than division.
Despite the tense situation, Jenkins is in a rather good mood.
The events in Diagon Alley—
the sheer humiliation of Voldemort, the enraged reaction of pure-blood families, and the sudden shift in public perception—
have played into her hands far better than she could have hoped.
And so, as arguments continue, she leans back slightly, a small smirk barely concealed, already considering how best to turn this political storm to her advantage.
As the heated arguments continue, Minister Jenkins, who had remained silent for the most part, finally leans forward, resting her hands on the table.
Her expression hardens, and when she speaks, her voice is cold, firm, and absolute—
like a blade slicing through the chaos.
"Enough."
The entire room falls into stunned silence.
Even the most vocal pure-blood representatives, who had been loudly demanding action against Leo Morningstar, suddenly find their words stuck in their throats.
The air grows heavy under the sheer weight of her authority.
Her gaze sweeps across the room, sharp and unyielding.
"You ask me to make a move on Leo Morningstar?"
She scoffs, tilting her head slightly.
"On what grounds? For dealing with a group of violent criminals? For defeating a man who calls himself the second Dark Lord?"
She lets the words hang in the air, watching as some of the pure-bloods flinch.
"Tell me, which part of that is a crime?"
A few open their mouths to protest, but she doesn't give them the chance.
"Not only will I not take action against him,"
Jenkins continues, her lips curling into something between amusement and mockery,
"but I am considering awarding him the Order of Merlin, First Class for his contributions to wizarding society."
The stunned silence shatters into chaos.
Gasps and murmurs spread across the hall like wildfire.
Some of the pure-bloods look as if they've just swallowed a lemon whole.
Harold Mitchum turns red with barely contained fury, his hands gripping the table so tightly his knuckles go white.
But Jenkins isn't finished.
"Furthermore,"
she adds, her tone mockingly sweet,
"the Ministry shall ensure that we maintain a positive and cooperative relationship with Mr. Morningstar. After all, it would be… unwise to alienate such a valuable wizard, wouldn't you agree?"
Her smile doesn't reach her eyes, and every single person in the room understands exactly what she means.
With that, she stands up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor, and without sparing them another glance, turns on her heel and strides out of the meeting hall.
Behind her, the room erupts into chaos.
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