[HPxJJK] - Harry Potter and the Supremacy of Cursed Blood

Under the surprised eyes of all the wizards present, Asterion wearing black armor with red eyes that looked alive, slowly descended from the sky with his crimson cloak over his shoulders. When his armor-clad feet touched the ground, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Asterion's arrival meant something simple, he had successfully defeated the enemies and they only had to deal with the Wizards and Witches still hiding in the city, preparing ambushes and traps.

Asterion looked at everyone present, from the English lake, of the two hundred and ten wizards and witches he had brought, one hundred and ninety-one remained. Nineteen had died in that first clash of battle. Which made him frown, losing almost 10% of his troops was not a small number.

However, knowing that these wizards and witches weren't used to working together, he assumed that there had been many mistakes in cooperation, but after this battle, everyone would be better off cooperating with each other.

On the other hand, Asterion looked at the Portuguese and Spanish troops, if England lost 9% of his troops, both countries were even worse, losing 12% to 15% of his numbers.

A big price to pay, given that this was only the first battle of the war. Italy had the fewest casualties, around 7% of his troops had been killed or wounded.

Not because the Italians' fighting efficiency was too great, far superior to the other three countries, but the Italian troops entered the battlefield late. This made the eyes of Alastor, Alejandro and Vilar look rather unkind. If it hadn't been for Italy, they might have suffered less damage.

Honestly, if France and other countries had deployed their elite soldiers on the border, the number of victims would have been even higher. Fortunately, all the enemy countries prioritized defending their territories with their elites rather than sending them to their deaths on foreign soil.

"Deputy General, all the corpses must be burned and the ashes of the allies kept for the families." Asterion spoke with a cold, calm tone. Although a death-related Innate Technique was rare, he didn't want zombies appearing on the battlefield and causing chaos, so the best option was to cremate all the dead allies and enemies without distinction.

Alastor nodded, like someone extremely paranoid, he didn't want zombies on the battlefield either, even if the chances of such a thing were minimal, since such innate techniques were extremely rare, although not impossible to appear in the world once again.

"As for you three, I want you to set up a headquarters as soon as possible, we want to take Andorra in half a day, so as not to give France time to try and reconquer it." Asterion looked at the three Ministers of Magic and spoke with a cold tone, sending shivers through the bodies of the three powerful men. He took supreme command just as he should as the main general on the battlefield.

And Alejandro, Vilar and Valentino accepted his orders without much hesitation. Although Valentino was unhappy at being ordered around, but after feeling the absurd amounts of magical energy and negative magical energy dozens of minutes ago, he knew better than to go against his greatest support.

Alejandro and Vilar didn't mind too much, they had both been soldiers when they were younger and were used to being ordered around by their superior, especially Asterion, who had earned the respect of both wizards after the previous fight.

Even though they couldn't see, they could feel the colossal shock coming from the battle. Each attack was like a nuclear bomb, causing simply incalculable damage to all the land around it.

Alejandro looked at Vilar and spoke. "I'll take care of the muggle policemen and the others."

"I'll erect the HQ barriers while Minister of Magic Valentino will be responsible for building the HQ." Vilar answered without hesitation, he was better at barriers than Asterion and he took it upon himself to build the Magical Barriers around the site.

Valentino nodded and with his soldiers, they began to make way, destroying the houses in an orderly and calm manner while the Spanish troops took care of the Muggles on site. Either relocating them or even knocking them unconscious for a while. Something the muggle police and firemen took care of later.

"Irene, burn all the corpses, keep the ashes of our allies, as for the rest, you can let them nourish the earth." Seeing everyone taking their places, Alastor ordered a woman in her thirties with long red hair.

She was Irene Dragnell, Professor of Tactical Training in Magical Self-Defense at Hogwarts and Asterion and Daphne's teacher.

By the way, Hogwarts' Professor of Tactical Magical Self-Defense Training, Edward Milleton, was also present.

Both powerful wizards and witches.

After all, leaving powerful wizards and witches in a school in times of war was simply idiotic. Almost all the teachers at Hogwarts had been ordered to join the army and none had refused the order.

Irene showed a helpless expression, but accepted the order. She never thought that her Innate Technique would be used to burn corpses on the battlefield. "Damn, I don't want to feel human flesh roasting." Letting out a grumble, she walked away with an expression full of helplessness.

Daphne, seeing her teacher walking towards the corpses of her companions, stepped forward and helped with a calm expression.

"You don't have to help me, I can do it myself, you're probably tired." Noticing this, Irene shook her head and spoke in a grateful tone, but refused her help.

She had personally seen Daphne fighting on the front line commanding lightning, destroying England's enemies. How could she accept help from someone so tired.

"Although I'm tired, I can still work like everyone else." Daphne insisted as they walked side by side.

"War really does change people, look at you, now a strong woman." Irene commented with a tone full of relief and helplessness. If it were up to her, Daphne could very well be just like any other muggle teenager, without caring about responsibilities or duties. Unfortunately, in the Wizarding World, you either grew up or the world forced you to grow up.

"I want to fight alongside Asterion." Daphne replied with a calm look, her gaze roaming over her husband a few hundred meters away, talking to the Ministers of Magic.

Daphne had touched a nerve for Irene. "How lovely, the couple are bursting with love." Her although calm, Daphne detected a bitter tone full of helplessness.

She was confused for a while, but remembering that Irene was still single, she understood the reason for her words. "Don't worry, teacher, you'll find your Prince Charming."

Irene rolled her eyes at Daphne's childish words. She looked at the fourteen-year-old girl and commented with a feigned tone of anger. "Only someone with a handsome and powerful husband can talk like that and don't call me teacher, we're sisters in arms, call me by my name."

Having said that, Irene led Daphne towards where the bodies of their companions lay on the ground, covered by simple black blankets.

While Irene and Daphne cremated the bodies and stored the ashes in jars, Nymphadora and her squad scoured the city with wands in hand. There were six people in each squad and Nymphadora's squad leader was Edward Milleton himself, her former teacher.

"We have orders to fight even in front of Muggles, don't hesitate and fight with all your might." Edward was a middle-aged man, around forty, with partly gray hair and cold gray eyes. A scar marked his face below his eyes, extending down to his jaw.

"Captain, what if there are muggles on the premises? Should we avoid hitting them?" Nymphadora asked with a hesitant tone. She could kill wizards and witches without blinking, but she couldn't kill muggles. Call her a hypocrite, but it was like mistreating a defenseless dog that had no way of defending itself against a human.

"If there are any Muggles on the premises..." Edward pondered for a moment, as if choosing the right words, and when he spoke, it sent shivers through the bodies of the other five members of the squad. "If muggles are in the middle of the attacks, just treat it as collateral damage. You won't be held responsible for anything that happens in this war."

Edward's words left all five of them silent, shocked by the situation they found themselves in. Especially Nymphadora, who realized how cruel the war was. Laws, morals, character and religion meant little in the face of the apex of the human race's cruelty - War.

"Traces of magical energy detected thirty meters to the left." One of Nymphadora's companions, called Tom Curley, spoke up at that moment, drawing everyone's attention.

Everyone looked at the three-story building with solemn gazes, but just when Nymphadora thought they were going to go in and kill all the wizards and witches in the building, Edward's next words chilled the blood in her body.

"Destroy the entire building."

Everyone hesitated, but raised their wands towards the three-storey building. Nymphadora was the last, her hand trembling as she closed her eyes. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel her magic being mobilized and concentrated at the tip of her wand.

"Confringo."

With a wave of her wand, a flame shot out from the tip of her wand towards the building, five other identical spells were cast just like it.

BOMMMM!!!!

Nymphadora only heard the sound of the explosion as the three-storey building was completely destroyed in the face of the attacks of six veteran wizards.

A few minutes later, walking through the rubble, Nymphadora felt her foot step on something and looked down. When she saw what she had stepped on, her face turned pale and she hastily retreated. Buried under the rubble, a small child's hand could be seen.

"Concentrate Nymphadora Tonks, this is war, it was just orders and you're not to blame." She muttered to herself, but even a blind man could see that she blamed herself for what had happened.

Looking once more at the arm of the child she had cowardly taken the life of, Nymphadora followed her companions in search of more enemy wizards and witches.

It wasn't just Nymphadora's squad that was doing this. The captains of each squad simply prioritized the lives of their soldiers over innocent lives.

Rather than risk their own lives and those of their soldiers, all the veteran aurors chose the easiest and safest way to resolve the ambushes and possible traps.

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