Elder Blood Witcher 465 Hot Sea

Additionally the abilities that Reima had displayed were incredibly dark, it didn't need to be mentioned that stealing someones soul was the height of Dark Magic. He worried for the world as if this man wanted to pursue domination no one would be able to stop him.

Dumbledore decides to end the tournament and have a private chat with the group to ascertain their goals from now on. "Everyone! The Tri-Wizard Tournament is over with Harry Potter being the winner! Please make your way back to your dorms to be ready for tomorrow's celebration... Now!" he shouts which finally gets most moving, despite the many who are barely able to make it back on their shaky legs.

Dumbledore sends a look at all his staff present before turning to Reima, "Mr Ludvig, I would like to invite you and your group to my office for a chat about... The recent events..."

Madam Maxime whispers a couple thing to Albus and he reluctantly nods his head to her.

Reima "Sure... I'll head straight there, after a shower." he says, chuckling at the slightly indignant looks some of the Hogwarts staff give him for his disrespect.

Dumbledore nods, "That is perfectly acceptable, we'll be waiting." he says as he walks towards the school with the others following. Snape has to divert his path to levitate Ca.s.sius Warrington to Madam Pomfrey's office where Harry is also being tended to.

Reima's about to teleport the group but spots Fleur's parents walking towards them.

Monsieur Delacour gives a small bow to him, "Mr Ludvig I am terribly sorry for my previous words." he says warily.

Reima shakes his head, "Don't mind it, I understand your reasons."

Monsieur Delacour bites his lip and continues, "But I must ask... What iz your goal with my daughter?"

Fleur "Pap"

Monsieur "No Fille, this iz for your 'appiness." he says before looking expectantly at Reima.

Reima "I'm sorry to say that I won't be around to continue my relationship with Fleur..." he says with a hint of bitterness, the feeling also mirrored Fleur who frowns slightly.

Monsieur Delacour nods with a thoughtful expression, Reima isn't sure what he's thinking or even if he's happy or upset about his words.

Reima "Well, I have an appointment with Dumbledore so you'll have to excuse us." he says to try and escape the awkward situation. A Turquoise flash later leaves Fleur's father alone with his wife and youngest daughter.

Appoline "Iz zis what you wanted dear?"

He shakes his head, "I do not know... I am scared of zat man, and for our daughter... It pains me to say zat I am relieved that he will not be present much longer..."

Reima and the girls appear above the prefect bath, Ciri and Fleur give a small yelp as they fall into the bath, the water becoming a tint of red due to the blood washing from their skin, clothes and hair.

...

Ciri "Reima! You did this on purpose!" she exclaims while soaking wet.

Reima "Yeah, don't take this the wrong way but you smell right now."

Fleur laughs and Nerissa grins at their bickering, the girls walking to the edge of the bath to remove their wet clothes. Ciri does the same and the group spend a quiet hour bathing, they don't really speak and just enjoy each others company, despite how comfortable Reima is bathing with Nerissa and a h.o.r.n.y Veela at the same time...

The group had even forgotten that they had to meet Dumbledore until a House Elf pops into the room and asks when they would be arriving.

The group laughs at the thought of keeping so many people waiting on them to shower but they quickly get dressed in some new clothes and make their way up. They don't see anyone as they walk through the now barren halls of Hogwarts and finally reach the Head Masters office, the doors open for them as they walk inside and see all those present.

Dumbledore sits at his desk with Severus Snape sitting in a chair next to him along with Amelia Bones, Madam Maxime, Fillius Flitwick, Minerva Mcgonagall and a few other teachers such as Professor Babbling. A few look abit miffed at the amount of time they'd taken to arrive but didn't dare utter their thoughts.

Dumbledore gestures to a couple chairs that sit in the middle of the room while asking, "Forgive me for asking but is there a reason for Miss Delacour to be present?"

Fleur "Iz zer a reason I should not?" she retorts.

Dumbledore "No, but-"

Fleur "Zen I will stay." she states with Dumbeldore giving Madam Maxime an exasperated look.

Dumbledore "Very well...." he turns to Reima, "Mr Ludvig, the first thing I'd like to ask you is what your goal for the future is... After seeing such a.. Large display I find myself nervous for what's to come." he says, echoing everyone in the room's current thoughts.

Reima shrugs, "I won't be in this world for much longer so you don't have to worry."

Mcgonagall gives him a wide eyed look, "Mr Ludvig, I know the situation is stressful but there is no need to commit-"

Reima laughs and waves his hand, "No, no... That's not what I mean at all! I meant I would literally not be in this world much longer, I'm a world traveller afterall."

...

Someone snorts audibly but everyone else just looks at him dumbfounded.

Amelia "My apologies... But I'm having trouble deciding whether you are joking..."

Reima "Believe it or not if you want, it doesn't matter to me."