Harry Potter: The Boy Loved by Beasts

Hogwarts letter!

Chapter 39: man you weak af!

Author (sucking in a breath of cold air): Hisss! Professor McGonagall is scary!

Vira: Of course! Every wizard is dangerous! Teleportation, mind manipulation, elemental control, invisibility, and many more are at the fingertips of even a mildly talented wizard, as long as they work hard enough. They have no weakness if they use all means at their disposal.

Author (even more shocked but still gathering his calm): They can't match a nuke, and they have weak bodies.

Vira (raising an eyebrow): Yeah? Ever heard of a small curse called Fiendfire? It can burn indefinitely. And you call those MFers who survive a 10-story fall with little damage physically weak? You're freaking insane!

Author: Not everyone can cast them. Also, they're just durable; they don't look that strong. Plus, they have a backward political structure, so they can't fight as effectively as we can.

Vira: Well, yeah! That's pretty much the reason I stuck with the Muggle world. Otherwise, even with the current resources at my disposal, I would have still abandoned the Muggle world without hesitation.

Sensing someone behind him, Vira instinctively reached for his gun, ready to suppress the woman. But he had emptied every single bullet in the chamber.

He wanted to escape, but the helicopter had already taken off, rising to an altitude of about three or four stories. He felt like he had no choice.

After contemplating for a few seconds, he convinced himself he would survive the fall. Sure, he might break a bone or two, but there shouldn't be any major repercussions.

So, he jumped.

There was nothing below to cushion the impact—no safety net, no debris to break his fall. The only chance of surviving unscathed was if James and his other loyal guards managed to catch him. But they were too far, and there was no time to hesitate.

Without even looking back at the person behind him, he leaped.

Professor McGonagall, who had been right behind him, was left completely stunned. She had just been about to say something.

As he plummeted, Vira twisted in midair—perhaps to brace for the impact, or maybe just to get one last look at the woman responsible for his predicament.

In that moment, he saw the old woman pointing her wand at him. Years of experience in lip-reading allowed him to decipher the words she spoke.

They seemed strange, almost as if he had misread them. But there was no mistake—her lips formed the words "Arresto Momentum."

A faint glow shimmered at the tip of her wand.

Vira had already accepted death.

But, at that moment, luck—or fate—intervened.

Nicolas, stunned by the woman's sudden movement, reacted just in time. Before she could complete her spell, he tackled her to the ground.

The old man went mad when he saw Vira being attacked. Without hesitation, he grabbed Professor McGonagall by the waist and pushed both of them off the aircraft, interrupting her words and preventing her from pointing her wand at Vira.

Now, all three of them were in midair.

Vira, however, was lucky. The giant owls that had followed him swooped in, breaking his fall. These creatures, untrained for crisis situations yet somehow fearless, saved him from smashing into the ground.

Landing softly, Vira immediately turned his head toward the two falling figures. He was somewhat concerned for Nicolas, but far more terrified of the old witch.

A part of him felt sorry that Nicolas would likely be injured. But if it meant Professor McGonagall's death, he was willing to accept it.

For the first time in both of his lives, Vira felt pure, unrelenting fear.

Earlier, when he had managed to suppress Professor McGonagall under a hail of bullets, he had still been somewhat confident. Even if she could turn bullets into snow, there was no way she could survive a bomb. And if, by some absurd means, she did—there were still nukes as a last resort.

But what she had just done… this was beyond any human logic.

Surround her? She could simply teleport away.

Blast her with RPGs, machine guns, or even nukes? A single teleport would render them all useless.

So as he watched them fall, he clung to one desperate hope—that she would die from the impact. Or at the very least, be injured.

His hopes were shattered.

Still in freefall, Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at the ground. In an instant, the earth stretched toward them, then suddenly popped back into place.

Both she and Nicolas were ejected upward.

A moment later, the ground returned to normal as Professor McGonagall landed lightly, completely unharmed.

Nicolas, on the other hand, crashed hard, hitting his back—probably breaking it.

James and the others instinctively raised their weapons, ready to fire. But before they could, Vira stepped forward and raised his hand, signaling them to stop.

It wasn't out of concern for Nicolas being shot. As cruel as it sounded, Vira would have gladly sacrificed Nicolas if it meant killing this strange woman who was clearly after him. Judging by how Nicolas had tried to grab her hand midair, he probably would have wanted that too.

But that wasn't the issue.

The issue was that it was useless.

The way she had just survived the fall—the way she had teleported—left Vira with only one thought.

Nothing in his arsenal could touch her.

Sure, if he had found her while she was unaware, Vira could have poisoned, aligned, manipulated, or assassinated her—he had countless ways to eliminate a threat. But now, all those options seemed useless. The lizards couldn't come close to her. She could completely ignore any weapon fired at her, and even though he was well-versed in psychology with professional support, he didn't believe for a second that this woman would ever let her guard down.

So, out of all the options available to him, Vira decided to try talking. Leaving his group behind—who gave him no sense of security—he walked forward, hoping that his fate hadn't already been sealed and that the woman might be reasonable.

As he neared the two old people, wondering what to say, the woman spoke first.

Professor McGonagall: "Are you Orion Seraphis?"

Vira, a bit puzzled and not expecting her to speak first, replied: "Yes! And you are?"

Professor McGonagall: "I am Minerva McGonagall, a Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts. I am your Hogwarts representative."

She then turned to look at the owls flying around them and spoke again.

Professor McGonagall: "I believe you should have received the admission letter."

Hearing these strange words, Vira was surprised, but calmer than before. At least he now knew she meant no harm. Loosening the nervousness in his voice, his curiosity took over, and he asked,

"Hogwarts?"

After a brief pause, Vira asked Silas for confirmation, then spoke again.

Vira: "I haven't received any letter from there!"

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly as she said,

Professor McGonagall: "Didn't the owls bring you the letter?"

Vira, concerned by her frown, quickly turned to the owls and asked using his mental connection,

Vira (mentally): "Did you bring a letter?"

After getting an affirmative response and learning that they had delivered it to the caretakers, Vira turned back to Professor McGonagall and said,

Vira: "Please wait! I'll go and ask them!"

He then turned to James and gestured for him to come over. As soon as James was near, Vira asked if he had received any letters.

James: "The owls did bring letters, but all of them were completely blank, so I didn't mention it to you!"

Vira quickly ordered James to bring the letters, but as he did, Professor McGonagall, who had been listening closely, spoke,

Professor McGonagall: "Don't worry about it. I have one here."

She pulled out a letter from a small pouch and handed it to him.

Although Vira found it strange that the letter was neither crumpled nor creased—despite coming out of such a small pouch—he decided to push that thought aside. The events of the past fifteen minutes had been far stranger than this.

Opening the envelope, Vira looked at the letter.