217 Harry Potter: An amazing feast at Hogwarts and a kick in the balls to Slytherin.

Allen remained silent as he stared blankly into nothingness; Hermione got up and ran. Allen touched her cheek, still damp from the chaste kiss he had just received.

Far from any feelings, there was only bitterness as he felt the stares piercing his back.

Gwen - Don't worry, I'll wait for you until you get out of prison.

MJ - Will there be conjugal visits if we're not married yet?

Felicia - Hahaha.

Natasha - Ugh... I promised to love you under any condition, but you're not making it easy for me. *Laughs while pretending to cry.*

Diana - *remains silent while watching the sunset.*

Emma Frost - It's okay, I have a team of the best lawyers; we'll get you out of jail in no time.

Nikky - You shouldn't be romancing such old girls >:3

Rogue - This is no longer fun... it's sad lmao

Ruby - It will be difficult, but together we will overcome society's stigmas!

Maria Hill - He finally did it...

Ivy - Truth be told, I'm not surprised...

Harleen - I think I should prepare a cell for the director. Harley *Rolls while laughing.*

Raven - Nobody's perfect... at least you're not a demon trying to conquer the world.

Kara - Alright! Now I can punch you even if you look cute!

Barbara - Ugh, I can only hide this from my father... but Batman will find out and hunt you down... sorry.

Starfire - Hahahaha.

Donna - I love you even if you're a...

Emma Watson - I have mixed feelings... technically, she's a variant of me, but could you wait a few years?

Megan - This will look bad, but my reputation is already in the gutter, so it doesn't matter.

Artemis (Goddess) - I won't judge you, in Olympus... they've done worse things.

Artemis (Bana-Mighdall) - ... I believe you!

Hestia - It's regrettable, but our pantheon has no right to judge anyone...

Athena - Wait, he hasn't reached the point of no return yet... but he's close.

Aphrodite - If that's your decision, I'll gladly change my age for you, darling~

Hippolyta - I can't believe this is one of our goddesses. *She shakes her head.*

Antiope - You're just realizing that now, Hippolyta? *Sighs.*

Tearju - Ugh, as your teacher, I should scold you, but... morally, I'm not in a position to do so.

...

All day, Allen couldn't shake off the events that had transpired. In the end, he ended up lying on his bed with Rebecca; she didn't say anything. Artoria also remained silent, and 2B would not question his master's actions.

Timcampy flew in through the window and landed on Allen's stomach, knocking the air out of him.

"Timcampy, why are you so huge?!"

Timcampy is a mysterious creature that often changes size constantly, sometimes as small as a golf ball and sometimes as large as a basketball.

This time Timcampy looked enormous, and Allen held him in his hands.

"What the f*ck did you do?!"

Timcampy burped, giving Allen a bad feeling.

A flying letter entered the room; it was from Dumbledore, summoning him to discuss matters related to his son and his "owl."

One of Allen's eyes trembled with anger, but he restrained himself. Allen attended as a student, and Artoria as a professor.

Timcampy had eaten the dinner banquet for that night. The elves were flustered because Timcampy had a natural resistance to magic, and they couldn't stop him.

Allen (Artoria) offered to pay for everything, with the amount of money Allen earned as an Auror, he could easily afford it. Allen never gained the trust of many, so he was never given a powerful position within the ministry, not even becoming the head of the Auror department, a position occupied by Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Of course, to keep Allen Walker satisfied and quell rumors about the ministry's general dislike for Allen Walker, his salary was doubled and later quadrupled.

Even so, the rumors continued to grow. As they say, heroes in times of peace are assassins.

Allen appeared after Voldemort's fall and before his resurgence; he was a powerful wizard to the point of being a danger to the ministry itself, and unlike Albus Dumbledore, he lacked strong emotional ties, like Dumbledore's with Hogwarts.

It was as if the world was expecting Allen to become the new dark lord or to end up in Azkaban, but none of that happened, until the mysterious trial that later became known as the "The magical blood judgment."

...

Allen (Artoria) also offered to fix the situation with Allen's permission, of course.

Somehow Allen ended up in the kitchen surrounded by house elves and about to cook for hundreds of people.

"Well... I guess I'm not surprised..."

It had been a while since Allen had such bad luck, so he even felt nostalgic for it.

Allen looked at the house elves as his demeanor transformed into that of an arrogant chef; he even put on a huge hat.

Although it's not very common in some places, the size of a chef's hat indicates their level. Allen could be very humble in many aspects, but it was obvious he had confidence in his culinary skills.

"Gentlemen, today we will cook with time against us; it will be difficult, and probably some won't survive."

Allen looked at the elves trembling with fear; of course, it was a joke, but he felt bad; after all, the elves were quite gullible.

Allen coughed and cleared his throat. "However, I know we can do it because all of you are the best elf cooks I've ever met!"

That declaration filled many elves with amazement and even moved others.

Gwen - Allen, you're going to hell for this. *Gwen couldn't believe what she saw.*

Felicia - Technically, Allen didn't lie. *She contains her laughter.*

MJ - That's right, they are the best cooks he's seen... although he hasn't seen more elf cooks. *She's rolling on the bed laughing.*

Allen put on a shameless face because he couldn't finish cooking so much in such a short time, so he resorted to a method to motivate the elves.

After three hours, Allen collapsed on the floor, the fatigue was more mental than physical, but he remembered his training with Beerus.

The banquet started on time while Allen (Rebecca) and Allen sat in their seats.

Dumbledore stood up out of nowhere and caught everyone's attention.

"Due to an unforeseen accident, today's banquet was going to be canceled, but thanks to Professor Walker, we can all enjoy a great meal."

With that, Dumbledore sat down, while one of Allen's eyebrows twitched.

Tony - That cunning old man; if the food tastes bad, everyone will blame you, and if it tastes good, he will be the first to thank you.

Yuri the Bear - It all looks very delicious...

Hulk - Hulk wants to eat!!"

Allen smiled scornfully, knowing what was coming. He took a sip of wine and looked arrogantly at the mortals who would taste his food.

With the first bite, the faces of several students changed to disbelief.

Delicious!!

What is this?!

The meat is so tender and juicy?!

This bread is so fluffy; it's like biting into a cloud!

The flavor of all the food seems enhanced without being exaggerated!!

I didn't think I would taste a pie more delicious than my grandma's!

The professors watched the students' reactions; they seemed like hungry ghosts devouring all the food.

Minerva looked at Allen beside her; he winked at her, and she blushed, then coughed and took a bite.

Her face reddened even more as she tasted the roasted duck in front of her; she had never eaten anything so well-prepared. Of course, it wasn't just because of Allen's skill, which was important, but let's remember it's 1991, and Allen comes from over two decades in the future; many culinary techniques and preparation methods haven't even been invented in Harry Potter's time, but he already knew them.

The banquet ended with everyone satisfied and grateful to Allen.

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...

The next day started quietly.

On Rebecca's side, she had a typical morning and attended several classes. It's curious because one might think someone like Rebecca is the last person capable of using magic, coming from a technological future. Plus, there's the issue that electricity and the magic of the Harry Potter world don't mix well. It's so true that it's said if you bring an electronic device to Hogwarts, it won't work well.

Rebecca confirmed this; there's a mutual interference field between technology and magic, but with what she stole from Reed Richards, she could design an inhibitor for this "magic field" that allowed her to use her technology at Hogwarts. According to Rebecca, it works like a Fardrai cage, isolating Rebecca from magic to a certain extent. However, there's an even better method to avoid this interference, which is not using her Edgerunner form, which is when she's a hundred percent cyberware modified.

So Rebecca walks around disguised as Allen with a human body. As for how Rebecca manages to use magic in classes and people don't notice she's not Allen, well, the answer is the system. It pretends that Rebecca can use magic.

"Good morning!"

Harry greeted Allen (Rebecca) in the corridors.

"Yo, what's poppin'?" replied Rebecca. She had to pretend to have Allen's relationships, although people like Ronald Weasley didn't please her.

A puzzled Harry looked at Allen for a moment at the strange greeting, but he didn't dwell on it.

"So, you'll be part of the Quidditch team! Well done!" Rebecca slapped Harry's shoulder teasingly. This was old news, but Allen hadn't explicitly mentioned it until now.

Harry felt embarrassed, he wasn't used to being in the spotlight, and now he would be even more so.

"You seem very happy, don't you, Potter?"

Draco appeared from under the rocks as always, jealous of Harry for being part of a team as a first-year; it simply didn't make sense.

"You seem like a toxic, jealous b*tch!"

Allen (Rebecca) ruthlessly insulted Draco, who turned red and drew his wand to threaten Allen. Rebecca stepped forward almost instantly upon feeling the threat and kicked Draco in the balls.

This move was so natural for her that no one would be surprised, but for Allen, who pretended to be calm, it was unexpected.

Of course, Allen is a motherf*cker and would do the same in other circumstances, but in the end, they are kids in his eyes, and he tends to be more patient with Draco. However, for Rebecca, if she's capable of insulting, she's capable of facing the consequences.

At that moment, Allen switched places with Rebecca and found a Draco with a blue face on the ground.

"He deserved it," said Rebecca through their mental connection, her tone showing the contempt she had for Draco.

"Walker, that was cowardly, despicable!," Draco said with a voice forced by pain.

"Yeah, I admit it was a low blow on my part," replied Allen, mocking him.

Harry couldn't stand it and started laughing, and many students followed suit.

"Draco, the hate is bad for your health and... your balls, just leave us alone."

"Hahaha."

Both the chat and the present students laughed at this.

"Despicable and dirty, Walker, how dare you attack a fellow student!"

This time it wasn't Draco who lay pale on the ground from anger and pain; it was Pansy Parkinson, who, being Draco's unconditional fan, jumped immediately to his defense.

"Huh? Didn't you see him draw his wand? It was obvious he was trying to attack me; I was just faster!"

Allen himself wasn't responsible, but he didn't think Rebecca's actions were wrong. Draco faces a lot of stress with his father in Azkaban and the constant humiliation from Allen, of course, he brings problems upon himself, but the result may push Draco to commit cruel or desperate acts.

"That's because you won't stop provoking him!"

Allen sighed and frowned, "Listen, Draco Malfoy is a diva, he hates Harry for rejecting his invitation to join his lackeys, and he hates me out of resentment because of his father. He was the one who became a Death Eater, he was the one who helped Voldemort."

Everyone choked at the mention of he-who-must-not-be-named, most people don't know that not calling Voldemort by his name isn't just out of fear, his name is cursed, and saying it will make him find you. Of course, that's what Allen is looking for.

During his time as an Auror, the snake always hid well, and he avoided it on purpose.

Allen could search for the Horcruxes, but he decided not to change the history too much before it began. After all, killing Voldemort outright doesn't help him at all. Also, one thing is modifying history, and another is simply breaking it, by doing that, he would cause many of the fragments to be lost.

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