The coming of Chaos!

Author's note: Take a look at Daemon's [ Status ], there has been a big change in it;

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After putting on his hat, Daemon stepped out from inside the GoB.

Once again, Daemon closed his eye before a crimson aura overflowed from his body.

{ Crimson King! }

With a crimson glow breaking the world into a distorted void, Daemon disappeared from the beach.

Appearing in a dark forest, Behind Daemon could be heard occasional explosions and screams.

Looking at the three teenagers, Harry, Ron and Hermione in front of him, Daemon followed them.

A few minutes later, the group of teenagers ran into other teenagers in pajamas who were arguing loudly a little further down the path.

When they saw Harry, Ron and Hermione, a girl with thick, curly hair turned around and said.

''Où est Madame Maxime? Nous l'avons perdue...''

( Where is Madame Maxime? We have lost her... )

Ah..." . The girl who had spoken turned her back on him, and as the boys continued walking ( Daemon following him ) they heard her say clearly, "Ogwarts.

"Beauxbatons." Murmured Hermione.

"What did you say? - said Harry.

"They're supposed to study at Beauxbatons," Hermione clarified. "'You know. Beauxbatons Academy of Magic... I read about it in An evaluation of magical education in Europe."

"'Ah... I know... right,' said Harry

"Fred and George can't have gone that far," commented Ron pulling his wand from his pocket,

"I don't know," said Harry taking his wand out of his pocket, lighting it as Hermione had done, and scanning the path. Harry reached into his jacket pockets looking for his own wand, but it wasn't there. The only thing he found was his omni-glass.

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( Onioculars look like binoculars full of buttons. )

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"Oh, no, I don't believe it ... I lost my wand!" exclaimed Harry.

"You're kidding!'' Said Ron beside him.

- 'Yeah, he's not kidding, he really lost the only thing that allowed him to use magic.' Daemon thought.

Ron and Hermione raised their wands enough to project their thin beams of light further down the path; Harry looked everywhere, but his wand was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe it was left in the tent." said Ron.

''Maybe it fell out of your pocket when you were running...'' suggested an anxious Hermione.

''It is...'' said Harry. ''Maybe...''

He used to carry it all the time when he was in the wizarding world, and finding himself without his wand in the middle of such a mess, he felt extremely vulnerable.

A thud caused all three of them to startle. Winky, the house elf, was trying to get out of a nearby bush. She was moving in a very strange way, with visible difficulty; it was as if

It was as if someone invisible was trying to hold her down.

"There are bad witches here!"' She squealed nervously as she bent forward and struggled to run. ''People flying... up there! Winky is getting out of the way!''

And she disappeared among the trees on the other side of the track, panting and squealing as she struggled with the force that held her down.

"What's wrong with her?"' Ron asked, following her with a look, curious. "Why can't she run straight?

"I bet she didn't ask permission to hide," Harry said. He was remembering Dobby: every time he tried to do something Malfoy didn't like, he was forced to beat himself up.

"You know, the house elves have it rough," Hermione said indignantly. ''Slavery, that's what it is! That Mr. Crouch made Winky climb to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified, and bewitched her that way so that she can't even run when they start

trample the stalls! Why doesn't anyone do anything to stop a situation like that?''

Daemon who was still invisible was thinking about getting some house elves for himself, leaving them with these pureblood supremacists was not worth it, house elves had too many uses to be ignored or treated like this, with good treatment they will be loyal to you.

"Hey, the elves are happy, aren't they?". Surprised Ron, "You heard Winky during the game ... Elves aren't supposed to have fun. That's what she likes, to be sent around. ''

"It's people like you, Ron." Started Hermione with Vehemence, '''Who support this rotten and unfair system, just because they are too lazy to ...

A new rumble echoed in the forest.

- He has a good point.'' Thinking of Daemon, he was beginning to feel a little bored with all of this. - ''If you witches would at least give them decent treatment, they would sacrifice everything for their masters, but no, witches and wizards are so ... '

"Let's keep moving, shall we?'' Ron said, and Harry saw the annoyed look on Hermione's face.

They started walking again with their invisible stalker following them, Harry was still searching his pockets, although he knew his wand was not there.

The boys and their gentle pursuer followed the path that went deeper into the forest, careful to spot Fred, George and Ginny. They passed a group of laughing elves at the sight of a bag of gold that they no doubt must have won by betting on the match, and who seemed unperturbed by the confusion in the camp.

But ahead, they came upon a stretch lit by a silver light, and as they peered between the trees, they saw three tall, handsome veils standing in a clearing and surrounded by a bunch of young, excited witches, all talking loudly.

"I make a hundred galleons a year!" cried one, "I kill dragons by commission for the elimination of dangerous creatures."

"Not kill anything," cried his friend. "You wash dishes in the cauldron with holes in them... but I am a vampire hunter, I have killed ninety so far...''

A third witch, whose spines were visible even in the dim, silver light of the veils, instantly entered the conversation:

'' I am on the eve of becoming the youngest Minister of Magic ever.''

Harry laughed muffledly. He recognized the spiky wizard; his name was Stanley Shunpike, and he was, in fact, the conductor of the Walking Nostrum.

He turned to tell Ron this, but his friend's face had thinned, and the next moment Ron was shouting.

"Did I ever tell you that I invented a broom that can reach Jupiter?

- Did I act like that in front of him too?' thought a Hermione who couldn't shake off the image of the man she was sleeping with.

"Frankly!" Snorted Hermione, and she and Harry pulled their friend by the arms firmly, turned and walked out with him. All the while their gentle pursuer laughed at their expense.

The Three and a pursuer were already in the heart of the forest, they seemed to be alone now; everything was very quiet.

"I think we can wait here, you know, you can hear a person coming from over a mile away." Harry said.

Not even as soon as he said those words, a witch came out from behind a tree a little further on, he looked very pale and tired.

"Who's there? The witch asked, blinking his eyes, trying to discern the boys' faces. What are you doing here all alone?

The boys looked at each other in surprise and their pursuer picked up a bucket of popcorn to observe the drama that was happening in front of them.

'Well ... There's a commotion going on.'' Ron said.

The Wizard rolled his eyes at him.

''What?

"In the camp ... some people are grabbing a family of wimps ... ''

The Wizard cursed loudly.

"Bastards!" He seemed to get very upset, and without saying anything disappeared ("disappeared ") with a small snap.

"You're not very well informed, Mr. Bagman, are you?'' Hermione commented, frowning.

- Wow... that girl is pretty sharp.'' Daemon looked at Hermione with a slight smile.

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1300 words for this chapter!