I Kneel Before No One | Harry Potter

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D U M B L E D O R E remembered the day when all the Emrys disappeared. It was one of the greatest days of his life.

He hadn't a clue what happened to Kaelea, Tzeitel, and Islwy, but it was all connected to Tom.

The three were some of the most powerful and talented wizards he had ever seen. It was so unlike them to just disappear, and now Kaelea's descendant was sitting right in front of him, arguing with him about the dragons.

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. The dragons have to be used in the tournament."

"Fine, should any harm come to their eggs, I won't stop the harm they'll cause."

Evanora stood up from her chair and left. Dumbledore let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He hoped the champions wouldn't cause any harm.

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The students were now free from class. Evanora, Harry, and Alexa were in a secluded clearing deep within the Forbidden Forest. Evanora stood tall, her emerald robes billowing gently in the breeze. Harry and Alexa stood opposite her, their wands at the ready, anticipation crackling in the air.

"Evanora, are you sure about this?" Harry asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Evanora nodded reassuringly. "Trust me, Harry. This training will push your limits and make you stronger."

With a flick of her wand, Evanora conjured a series of intricate patterns in the air, each movement precise and deliberate. Harry and Alexa watched intently, absorbing every gesture.

"Now, let's begin," Evanora said, her voice firm but encouraging.

The trio moved in unison, their movements fluid and graceful as they practiced wandless and non-verbal spells. Harry focused on perfecting his technique, channeling his magic with newfound determination. Alexa, her concentration unwavering, mirrored Evanora's movements with precision.

"Remember, Harry, it's not just about the power behind the spell, but the finesse and control," Evanora instructed.

Harry nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration as he repeated the spell, his movements becoming smoother with each attempt.

As the training progressed, Evanora introduced elements of Parseltongue magic, weaving serpent-like patterns into their spells. Harry and Alexa, both natural Parseltongues, embraced the challenge, tapping into the ancient language with ease.

"The key to Parseltongue magic is to let the language flow through you, to feel the connection with the serpentine energy," Evanora explained, her voice soft but commanding. It was like her Dragonlord language.

Harry and Alexa nodded, their eyes alight with determination as they channeled the power of the language, their spells taking on a new level of potency and grace.

"Now let's start your training for the tournament."

With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and called upon her Dragonlord magic. Flames danced at her fingertips as she unleashed a torrent of fiery energy, the ground rumbling beneath their feet.

As Harry practiced his defensive spells, Alexa focused on mastering the art of elemental Parseltongue magic. With a graceful flick of her wand, she summoned swirling gusts of wind, shaping them into intricate patterns that danced around the forest. The air crackled with energy as she conjured miniature tornadoes and controlled them with effortless precision, her command over the elements growing stronger with each passing moment.

Meanwhile, Evanora delved deeper into her Dragonlord magic, drawing upon the ancient power that coursed through her veins. With a whispered incantation, she conjured flames that roared to life, filling the air with their warmth and intensity. But unlike ordinary fire, Evanora's flames took on a life of their own, swirling and coiling like serpents as they obeyed her every command. It was a display of raw power that left Harry in awe, realizing the extent of Evanora's formidable abilities.

As the trio continued their training, they began to experiment with combining their powers, weaving spells that were greater than the sum of their parts. Alexa's winds fueled Evanora's flames, creating blazing cyclones that swept across the room with unstoppable force. In turn, Evanora's fire enhanced Harry's defensive charms, imbuing them with an extra layer of protection that was as impenetrable as it was awe-inspiring.

"You know, Harry," Alexa started, "you need to put on some muscle if you're going through near-death experiences every year. You're like a twig."

"I've been working on it," Harry grunted out through his teeth. Harry had enough problems and tasks to deal with already.

"All right, let's call it a night."