Harry Potter: Dragonborn comes

Journey to the Muggle World ptF

Upon seeing the death spell strike Einar square in the chest, the sorcerer let out a broken, dark laugh, full of contempt. A twisted smile curled on his rotten face, as if he were already savoring victory.

But that expression froze instantly.

A sharp pain pierced his chest. He looked down... and saw it.

Einar's hand, wrapped in a faint fiery glow, had pierced through his torso. Between his fingers beat a heart blackened by corruption.

"W-What…?" the sorcerer managed to stammer.

Einar didn't answer. He closed his fist with brutal determination. A wet crack echoed through the chamber, and the organ burst like rotten fruit.

The sorcerer's body convulsed once, then disintegrated into a cloud of cursed ash, dragging with it the second vessel, which shattered into a thousand fragments, unleashing a wave of dark energy that shook the walls.

Silence.

Beneath the ebony helmet, a thin drop of blood trickled from Einar's nose and vanished into the shadowed, gold-covered floor.

For the first time since arriving in this world... he had bled.

And that, far from troubling him, only ignited the flame of his excitement even more.

However, he knew this wasn't a battle where he could unleash his full power. If he used destructive attacks, he would risk the lives of others. The presence of allies, of innocents, was a chain that limited his fury.

But that limitation... also made the fight more delicious.

And it was about to end.

The final vessel, the oldest and most cracked one, began to glow with a sickly dark light as the other lights in the chamber faded, as though an eternal shadow was devouring them.

A scream emerged from the depths of the pyramid, a harrowing wail that seemed to come straight from the heart of hell.

A whirlwind of shadows erupted from the floor, spinning with supernatural force, and from the vortex emerged the sorcerer... though he was no longer human.

His new form was monstrous: his body had morphed into a tall, muscular beast with black skin and exposed bone. He resembled a hellhound standing on two legs, with fangs like blades and two curved scythes instead of hands. The staff had vanished, replaced by savage brutality.

If Hermione had been there, she would've screamed a name: Anubis.

But Einar didn't know the gods of Egypt. He simply watched with cold calm.

"An Animagus?" he asked dispassionately, as if commenting on the weather.

"Don't compare me to those pathetic wizards who turn into rodents and cats," the sorcerer growled with a deep, resonant voice that seemed to drag darkness with every word. "This form... is that of a higher being."

He stepped forward.

"In ancient times, they called us gods. We were heirs of the night. Gods among mortals. They worshipped us. Feared us. I didn't think one like me still walked this world."

Einar didn't respond. He simply watched.

And the sorcerer lunged.

He vanished from human sight, moving with ghostly speed. His scythes sliced through the air like invisible reapers, aiming to decapitate Einar in a single strike.

But Einar calmly raised a hand. He blocked both blades with his armored forearms.

"Abandoning your magic to face me in hand-to-hand combat… was a mistake. It took away the only thing that gave you a chance."

He struck a direct kick to the stomach. The impact was brutal: the sorcerer was hurled back, crashing into a pillar and toppling it.

"I don't just fight with my body," the beast roared, as the shadows in the chamber sprang to life without him even summoning them. "I am the master of darkness."

Shadowy whips, spears of black fire, and crawling creatures burst from the walls and ceiling, charging at Einar with terrifying speed.

Einar moved among them like a war dance. The spears scraped against his armor, sparking, but never touched flesh.

The sorcerer charged again, his scythes carving lines of death through the air.

And then, Einar's armor changed.

It vanished in a cloud of ash, replaced by another: lighter, darker, faster. The legendary armor of Skyrim's Thieves Guild.

A black hood covered his head. An enchanted mask hid his face. In his hands, two orcish daggers gleamed with enchanted edges.

The sorcerer attacked—but Einar was no longer there.

A flash. A cut appeared on his chest.

And all the spells cast at where Einar had been struck only the empty air.

The sorcerer turned instinctively.

A gust sliced past his head. He barely managed to dodge in time, but a thin line of black blood opened on his neck.

Einar vanished again.

He was enjoying the fight. Like a hunter toying with his prey.

The creature charged once more. Shadows stabbed from every direction. But Einar was a dark blur—impossible to catch.

Until everything was plunged into darkness.

For a second, there was only total blackness.

And then, as the light returned…

Einar was driving one of his daggers through the monster's chest.

The sorcerer looked at him with maddened eyes full of hate, knowing it was the end.

"Damn you! I curse you!" he spat with a guttural voice, vomiting his despair.

A black shadow enveloped him. It tried to spread, to touch Einar, to consume him…

But upon contact with his body, the darkness exploded in a vortex, rebounding as if it had struck a divine barrier.

The shadow was sucked back into the sorcerer's chest.

His eyes widened in shock… and then dimmed.

His body turned to dust.

"Seems I can't be cursed," Einar said calmly.

The chamber fell silent.

The gold and ancient artifacts slowly began to shift, as if a spell had been lifted. They returned to their places, piling around Einar as if recognizing their new master.

And he, standing among the ashes of a false god, simply watched.

…..

Calm returned to the pyramid like the echo that follows thunder.

The battle was over.

One by one, the others began to approach cautiously, staring at Einar's body, still standing amidst the golden remains and the ashes of the sorcerer. Hermione was the first to run toward him, her eyes full of worry.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Mr. Granger, on the other hand, simply shook his head with resignation, as if he had already accepted that Einar simply defied all logic.

"Inevitable…" he muttered.

Sirius, wasting no time, raised an eyebrow as his eyes scanned the chamber. Gold. Gold everywhere. Ancestral weapons made of precious metals, enchanted goblets, statues, and even a solid gold sarcophagus radiating ancient power.

"So… what are you going to do with all this gold?" Sirius asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Einar shrugged with absolute calm.

"You can keep it. I find chambers like this all the time."

They all turned in unison to behold the mountains of wealth. It was enough not only to build a fortune, but a legacy. If a single magical family got their hands on it, they'd instantly become the richest in the British wizarding world.

Sirius blinked.

"Wait… what? Did you say all the time? How many have you found?"

Einar thought for a moment before replying.

"At least a hundred. Though at some point, I stopped taking the gold. I started collecting only weapons or tools with unique magic. They're worth far more."

Sirius stared at him, mouth agape.

"So you're not rich. You're absurdly rich! And here I thought I had money… Mine's not even a quarter of this."

Hermione, still a bit shy, repeated in a low voice:

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Einar nodded calmly.

"Yes. You can divide it among yourselves. You all fought to get here. I just took down the boss… for fun."

"Then say no more!" Sirius exclaimed with a grin, patting Harry on the shoulder. "Come on, Harry! Help me check if there's anything really interesting before we split it up."

Both eagerly dove into inspecting the scattered relics across the chamber: shields with runic inscriptions, swords wrapped in static fire, enchanted rings whispering in dead tongues.

In one corner, Hermione and her father flipped through ancient books, their hands covered in dust and forgotten magic.

Einar watched in silence. Then he spoke in a low, almost imperceptible voice:

"Dren. Take everything that's cursed… or could harm them."

A shadow emerged from his feet, gliding like a whisper between the piles of treasure. It touched anything dangerous, and in a blink, it vanished into darkness.

After a while, Sirius used a massive Accio, causing piles of gold to fly into an expanded magic bag. With a gesture, he began dividing the loot.

"Time to head back! I desperately need a bath," he said, raising an arm and sniffing himself with a grimace.

"Yes, I think it's time," said Mr. Granger, brushing off his robe. "If my wife finds out I left her with all the work…"

Hermione hesitated for a moment. Part of her wanted to keep traveling with Einar. But with her father and Sirius returning with Harry, staying would feel strange. Besides, her father would hardly allow it.

"And you, professor?" she asked softly.

"If there's a ruin like this one here, there might be more nearby," Einar replied. "I'll keep exploring during the break. I'll be back before classes start. I'll consider it… a vacation."

Hermione nodded, hiding the sadness in her eyes. It had been an incredible adventure, and she didn't want it to end.

"Oh, right," Einar said, pulling out several books and placing them in Harry's hands. "Spells, history, battle strategy… And some soul gems."

Harry looked at him, surprised.

"When I get back, I expect you to have kept training. If you skipped even one day… prepare for a hellish winter. And don't try to hide it. I'll know."

Harry swallowed and nodded quickly, storing the books in the magic bag.

"Also, take this," Einar added, handing him a massive black greatsword, dark as night.

Harry took it with both hands, but the weapon overwhelmed him instantly, dropping to the floor as he stumbled. Einar watched him in silence for a few seconds.

He finally sighed, pointed his hand, and cast a lightening spell on the sword.

"You should be able to handle it now… more or less. Do at least five hundred swings a day. And here—"

He handed him a training manual, handwritten by Einar himself.

"Give Neville a copy too."

"Yes, professor," Harry said, already mentally resigned to weeks of physical suffering.

Finally, they all exited the pyramid. They were covered in dirt, dust, and sweat. But they carried with them a new story… a great adventure to tell.

Just as they were about to search for the Portkey that would take them back to England, something small stirred.

From inside Harry's robe, a tiny black head with lazy but bright eyes peeked out.

"Viir?" Harry said with a smile.

The others chuckled softly. The little dragon had been there the whole time, hidden, watching.

Hermione gently stroked his back, while Sirius clicked his tongue in amusement.

"Even dragons don't surprise me with you anymore, Harry."

And so, one by one, they walked toward the place where magic would carry them home.

Except for Einar.

He stopped, turned in the opposite direction, and whistled loudly.

From the horizon, a massive winged figure descended with majesty, cloaked in freezing fire. His loyal mount had answered the call.

Einar mounted with elegance, the wind sweeping his dark cloak. From above, he cast one last look at the pyramid.

Another ruin conquered.

Another story the world would never fully know.

And then, he disappeared into the clouds.

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Thank you for joining us on this incredible first season! 🎉

It's been a journey full of excitement, challenges, and unforgettable moments. What did you think so far?

But this isn't the end… it's only the beginning! 🔥

The next chapter will mark the start of Season Two, where political struggles intensify, the same old idiots keep putting students in danger (will they ever learn?), and a short-tempered demigod will have to deal with them.

But it won't all be tension and chaos: 11 lost children will bring a breath of fresh air to the adventure—though their antics will drive more than one person crazy. Especially when they cross paths with someone whose specialty is driving others insane.

The storyboard for the new season is already set… though, as always, I'll probably end up adding more. 😏

Get ready, because the best is yet to come! 🚀