A Nexus Devil (Dxd x Multi Crossover)

Chapter 24: A Drunken Ball

Chapter 24: A Drunken Ball

"That's an incredibly disturbing story, Mr. Gremory," Dumbledore said as Madam Pomfrey gave Jake a checkup.

She finally finished her diagnostic spells. "He's completely fine, Albus, just a tad bit low on magic. No magical exhaustion, though," she confirmed.

McGonagall let out a sigh of relief that her student was fine before turning to Albus in anger. "What are we going to do, Albus? Assassins? Here, in Hogwarts? Such a thing hasn't happened for well over 100 years!" She exclaimed. "Should we notify the Aurors, or dare I say, the Ministry? Jake did bring back one of the perpetrators' wands, after all!"

Notifying the Aurors or the Ministry was the last thing Dumbledore wanted. He just knew this assassination attempt would end up in the newspapers, and worst-case scenario, the devils who apparently read their newspapers would find out. Then, Albus would have the terrifying Leviathan right back in his castle. She had just left, and he didn't exactly want her back anytime soon, or worse, Jake's older brother showing up...

Unbeknownst to Dumbledore, Jake, meanwhile, didn't exactly want to involve the wizard police either in this case, considering all the perpetrators were now dead. Although Jake suggested it initially, that was when the death eaters had surrendered. He would have had two prisoners and tons of evidence on his side. But now, all he had was one corpse, one pile of ashes, and the last guy probably ended up as spider poop by now....

"I don't think we should involve them," Jake spoke up. "Malfoy has now lost three of his henchmen, and that should be enough of a message sent to him that he shouldn't try anything again." He knew how the system worked as an orphan. And despite being in a new country and culture, he figured it would still not be working out in his favor, so Jake wisely chose to let the matter go.

"I happen to agree with Mr. Gremory on this one," Dumbledore said. "I figured that it is best that... How do the Muggles say it? Oh yes, we should let sleeping dogs lie. And while I'm saddened that Jake had to take a life, we can easily see from the spells that were cast with this wand that he was left with no other choice."

Jake just nodded in agreement. He didn't exactly want to end up in a murder trial at his age. Also, he's pretty sure his appearance entering the Great Hall already made a bunch of students scared of him. If it came out in the papers that he killed three fully grown wizards, nobody would probably ever talk to him again for the rest of his school year...

"Very well then," McGonagall said, acceding. Though still with her stern glare she spoke to Jake, "I just want you to know that you and Miss Lovegood will no longer be venturing into the Forbidden Forest for the next month or so." Her stern expression meant no arguing that.

Jake just gave a resigned nod. That was severely going to cut down on his ability to practice the larger spells, but he could still practice magic in smaller classrooms if he toned down the destruction. He had a couple more techniques that weren't purely for offense that he'd been meaning to practice anyway.

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Jake made it back to the Gryffindor common room later that night, and as he entered, all conversations and noises ceased. Everyone just stared at him. Jake gave them all a wave and smiled. "Hello, everyone! Your champion is back, and I'm in perfect health!" He gave a thumbs-up, causing a few students to giggle. However, the majority still looked at him with uncertainty. Jake was really kicking himself for not cleaning up and showing up to dinner covered in the blood and ashes of his enemies. That was not his best move...

Harry and Hermione stood up from where they had been sitting, what Jake noted as 'interestingly close together' on one of the couches and rushed over towards him.