The stars were shining in the night sky. Scattered like precious crystals, at this magical hour they twinkled especially brightly, radiating a calm light.
Reflected in the dark surface of the lake, the kingdom of the heavenly bodies and the world of the earth's firmament are joined together.
But for the wise, able to recognize the secret signs, the sky was a terrifying sight. The stars predicted a terrible catastrophe, destruction and irretrievable losses.
But, unfortunately for the whole world, only two young people looked at this splendor.
One of them was a short, black-haired young man with green eyes, while the other, as if in contrast to him, was a tall, blond blond man with piercing blue eyes.
To an outsider, they didn't look like each other, but those who bothered to look beyond the outside could see one fire burning equally in their eyes. As soon as this fire broke out, he burned everything in his path, sparing no one. And the name of this fire was revenge.
The thick silence was interrupted by the hoarse voice of a tall teenager.
"Are you sure everything will go according to plan?"
The black-haired youth pursed his lips into a thin line thoughtfully and shook his head.
"When it comes to such magic, it is impossible to say with certainty whether the expected result will turn out.
But you can be sure that everything possible has been done to ensure that fate is on our side."
An oppressive silence hung in the air, interrupted only by the chirping of nocturnal insects. The teenagers plunged into gloomy thoughts, their eyes staring into the lake, as if waiting for a secret sign.
After several minutes of such waiting, the voice of the green-eyed teenager was heard again.
"The time has come"
The two figures hurriedly headed towards the edge of the lake, stopping a couple of steps away from her.
The young sorcerer took a nondescript leather pouch from his belt. But, despite the size of the bag, he easily stuck his arm into it up to the elbow, pulling out mysteriously shiny flasks from it.
The contents of the first bottle poured into the lake, a thick black substance, similar to molasses, slowly splashed out onto the surface of the water without disturbing it at all. Then dozens of other mysterious-looking substances appeared, the combination of their smells gave rise to a disgusting cacophony of heterogeneous breaths in the air, forcing the second teenager to wince.
But soon the flow of potions stopped, and the wizard took his wand.
But before he could do anything, the blue-eyed teenager grabbed his shoulder. The black-haired youth turned around in confusion and looked straight at him.
The hoarse voice rang out again in the silence of the night.
"Whatever happens now, I want you to know. I'm grateful for everything, Harry."
With these words, Dudley removed his hand from his shoulder and silently walked away, as if surprised at his own sentimentality.
Harry, in response to this, only smiled soundlessly and nodded in appreciation. Turning away from his cousin, he continued to work his magic.
The first wave of the wand was accompanied by the name of Hermes, the second by a call to Uranus, and the further the screams were heard, the more celestial bodies, deities and constellations were named Harry.
He called them words filled with secret names of revenge. In his address to Uranus, he spoke about the cruelty of children who condemned him to a miserable existence. There was a cry of righteous anger in the appeal to Mars. In the prayer to Demeter, a howl was heard dedicated to the loss of her child. Cries of grief, sadness, anger hovered over the lake, reflected by a thousand distorted voices. As if responding to a gloomy call, the surface of the lake was filled with pitch-black foam.
This terrifying sight continued until human bodies began to appear on the surface. They looked like an elegant combination of human bodies with amphibian features. Many of the bodies had wounds boiled alive in boiling oil. The greenish skin on many bodies came off, admiring the mutilated insides. The agony of the moment of their merciless death froze on their dead faces.
The wizard squatted down wearily and looked at his cousin.
As if waking up from a trance, Dudley resolutely stepped with his feet into the dark slush that had once been water. The sound of his voice echoed over the desecrated lake. Resolute and firm, it sounded unnaturally loud in the dead silence.
"Since revenge requires revenge, *I * * The One Who takes revenge * call you * The One Who Wants Revenge*.
I am the one who will become the "Rock of All Magicians".
I am the one who will *destroy* the domination of magic over the human world.
I am the one who embodies the revenge of Arthur Pentragor.
I am Dudley Dursley, worthy to own you, Blade of the Hard Cleft, Caleburn, Excalibur.
Open up to me, serve me, and together we will fulfill our destiny."
After these words, a dead silence reigned for a moment in the gloomy place, broken by a faint gurgling.
Another body rose from under the black slime that had once been a lake. Disfigured like the others, he was distinguished only by the sword that protruded from the corpse's belly. Despite the mess that reigned around, the sword itself was clean and sparkling, the only thing that spoke of its internal corruption was the gloomy atmosphere, not befitting Excalibur.
Without hesitating for a second, Dudley ruthlessly tore the intended sword from the dead body, drenching himself with caustic blood.
But even this could not spoil the moment of his triumph. His eyes swept solemnly over the naked blade.
But the moment of sweet triumph was interrupted by Harry's tired voice.
"Stop standing there like an idol. The ministry will come here soon, I already feel that they will be here."
Dudley hurriedly left the former lake, approaching another teenager. Harry grabbed his shoulder after there was a bang and the two brothers disappeared. But for a few more seconds the echo carried around the burial ground a couple of words that the wind tore out of the conversation of relatives.
"The first step of the plan is completed"
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