Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)-Chapter 64: "Truths of Yore" [Edited]

"Truths of Old"

At this moment, I, Stephen Flamel, am standing before what could be called my destiny. Damn, right?

Did I really think I could live a peaceful life, carefree, swimming in money? But what I have before me is definitely something I would call a concern.

A young woman, you could say, quite beautiful. Well, I have to admit it: her face is about 75 to 80% similar to mine, which raises her level, though obviously with more feminine features and long red hair cascading down her back.

The most interesting part is her eyes, identical to mine: bright blue and with the same intensity, a sign of how magic makes interesting things happen. Of course, my eyes have the same problem, so I have to use a bit of magic to hide the glow. I don't want to be walking around at night with two flashlights for eyes, right? That would be weird.

Well, I'm getting sidetracked. The problem here is pretty abstract, like a joke from the universe. The person before me could literally be called my twin sister.

After all, she had the same kind of birth as me. Yes, if we consider magic as the father and the world as the mother, technically, we were born from the same "parents."

Normally, I would be happy to find a blood sibling, in this case, a sister, but the problem is specifically who my sister is. I was born after Stephen Strange died.

And yes, as you've probably guessed, the person in front of me is Wanda, or more specifically, an alternate version of Wanda. That crazy lady filled with chaos and destruction, the one I used as an excuse for my suicide. It's a bit embarrassing that someone knows my secret. I mean, we literally committed suicide together. Should I silence her?

"By the way, Strange, why are you making those weird faces?" Wanda asked, interrupting my internal monologue.

You're telling me that another person from my previous universe is right here, in front of me, right now. Obviously, this is fake. Okay, it's just an illusion, that must be it.

To explain what happened, we need to go back a day, after my chat with Aunt Maxime.

— Flashback —

After my deal with Aunt Maxime ended splendidly, I was preparing to return to Hogwarts to pla... I mean, study as I should.

"Stephen, your grandfather and I are going to meet my friend's granddaughter. If you need anything, you can call me," said Grandma Perenelle as she grabbed Grandpa by the collar. He was probably creating some useless object to compete with the twins.

"Alright, Grandma. I'm heading back to Hogwarts; I have some things to finish," I quickly said while walking away before they could ask me to go with them.

After transporting myself to Hogsmeade through the fireplace, which always leaves people covered in soot (something I hate), I mentally complained. I can't wait to turn 17 and be able to use portals.

For some reason, when you're in a hurry, something always stops you. My problem is my popularity.

"Boss, we need your help understanding the Tao Mandala spell," said Seamus approaching with Neville. A few other classmates accompanied them to ask me questions.

Popularity and wisdom...

These guys are still struggling with the same spells since last year. For example, Seamus keeps making himself explode. Seriously, how does he even do that? I tried messing it up to see if I'd also explode, but I couldn't. That's not how mystical arts work. It's incredible... in the worst way.

After a few minutes of explaining like a good teacher, I got tired and left them to their own devices. I kept walking, and the sound of the explosion behind me has nothing to do with me.

Then I ran into Hermione, who had questions about astral magic; Lee Jordan, who was looking for the twins; Angelina Wood and the others, who wanted to create a game similar to rugby but with magic.

Then, Ron and Harry appeared. By that time, I was exhausted, so I hit them over the head with a notebook Professor Flitwick had asked me to deliver to McGonagall.

"And what was that for?" Ron asked, angry and confused.

"Shut up, or I'll shove your disgusting rat where the sun doesn't shine," I replied as the rat freaked out and hid in his pocket. At that moment, I felt I was about to remember something, but just then, my phone rang, so I let it go.

"Hello."

"Hello, Stephen. I need you to come. I'll send you the address... and bring Harry with you," it was my grandmother.

"Did something happen?"

"It's hard to explain, just hurry up," she said and hung up. Great. Looks like I won't be having fun today.

I have to admit, ever since I created the virtual reality booth, I've become a bit addicted to playing. But hey, you can't blame me. The only memories I have are of training my entire life in a monastery where we could only use cell phones, and before that, the most advanced console was the PlayStation 3.

"Harry, let's go. Grandma wants to see us," I said, already resigned because I had clearly lost this battle. For some reason, I had a bad feeling.

"I hope this bad day doesn't get worse," I thought.

I grabbed a confused Harry, and we left for Hogsmeade. Obviously, Harry had his permission slip signed by Grandma, although the professors didn't want him going out much because of Sirius Black.

Did they really think a Flamel would go out without protection? Literally, even my underwear has defenses.

We arrived at the house we have in Hogsmeade, which now serves as a transportation hub. No one lives there, though Misty sends Dobby to clean it from time to time. From there, we went to Flamel Island and to the International Chimney, modified by my grandfather.

"Harry, if you mess up the address again, I'll kick your ass," I said as he nervously entered the chimney. I was already quite upset and didn't feel like going to look for him wherever he ended up, like that time he showed up at one of the Weasleys' neighbors' house.

We quickly transported ourselves to France. We could've used the permanent portal, but we still had to use the Floo Network, so it didn't make much difference.

We arrived at an old mansion, quite well-decorated. In front of the fireplace, my grandparents were waiting for us.

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"We're here, Grandma. What's so hard to explain?" I asked, seeing the strange expression on her face.

"It's hard to explain, but I think we've found your twin sister," Grandma said, leaving Harry and me stunned. Obviously, Harry knew I was adopted, although we hadn't told him the whole story.

"Grandma, I think you should know that's impossible," I said.

"No. I think it's not as impossible as we thought, kid," Grandpa interrupted, with a mocking smile on his face, clearly enjoying the situation.

"You'd better see for yourself," Grandma said, pointing to a door.

"Alright... I guess," I replied, slowly approaching the door she pointed at.

I thought it was some dumb joke, so I walked in confidently. But when I saw what was inside, I walked back out without saying a word or making any gesture.

I looked at my grandparents, and the first words left my mouth.

"No!" Then I pointed toward the room and said again, "No! No, no, no."

"Hahaha, good joke, Grandpa," I said, laughing like a madman, ignoring the looks my family was giving me.

"It's not a joke, Stephen," Grandma said seriously.

"No!" I quickly took out my phone and made a call.

"Who are you calling, brother?" asked Harry, confused and not understanding anything.

"The military. I'll ask them to bomb the place. I recommend you all move a few hundred kilometers away," I said while trying to remember the number for the French muggle military.

"Give me that," Grandma snatched the phone from me.

"I think that was the firefighters' number," Harry said, looking over Grandma's shoulder.

"Shut up, four-eyes. Maybe I was calling the firefighters to prepare for the fire from the bombing," I didn't even know what I was saying anymore.

"Alright, don't take it out on your brother. Go in there and talk to her," Grandma said, tired of my nonsense.

"Go in there? To that place? Are you crazy, Grandma?"

"I'm going to forget you called me crazy, but if you don't go in there right now, I'll give you a beating," Grandma replied, looking at me emotionlessly.

I think I dug my own grave.

"Alright, alright," I said, raising my hands in surrender. Then I walked back in, but not before giving my family one last look.

"Fine. But just in case, call the French Aurors, also Aunt Maxime, maybe even the English Aurors and Dumbledo—"

"Just go," Grandma said, cutting me off, clearly angry.

"Okay," I responded, defeated, as I walked back into the room, now without the confidence I had before.

"Deep breath," I muttered and opened the door again. Inside, I found my worst nightmare and the greatest enemy I had faced in any of my lifetimes.

"Hello again, Stephen. I must say, you look very different from before."

"Wanda. And you do too. If it weren't for the clothes and hair, I wouldn't recognize you," I said, recognizing the person in front of me. She wore the same outfit she had during our fight: a mix of the Scarlet Witch attire with a red phoenix on her chest.

"Oh, this," she said, referring to the clothes. "It was so you could easily recognize me." Then she waved her hand, and her outfit changed into an elegant, noble-style ensemble, like something children of royalty would wear.

"It's uncomfortable clothing, but my grandmother would make a fuss if I didn't wear it," she said, watching my expression as she changed into a dress.

"That's not fair. You've got your damn magic, and I had to start from scratch," I said, feeling a bit jealous.

"Oh, well, I started from scratch too, but it was quite easy," she replied with a smug look.

"How did you know it was me?" I asked, not giving any further comment.

"Seriously? Mystic Arts under the pseudonym Strange, a million-dollar company under the name Tony... Although, for a moment, I did wonder if you were the real Tony. But knowing him, he would be pretty skeptical about magic," she explained calmly.

"How did you get here? No, wait, I already know that. Why are you here?" I asked, correcting my question halfway through.

"I don't know. When I woke up, I was a baby at the door of a mansion. I don't know the reason or the purpose of my existence here, but what I do know is that I'm glad I'm not out of control anymore."

Hearing that, I put on a confused face.

"First of all, I should thank you, right? Thanks for stopping me. Although I think destroying several galaxies with an explosion wasn't as cool as you thought."

"Damn it, I knew that would come to light." I replied. "You have to understand that explosions are an art."

"Yes, that's exactly what you shouted right before our bodies scattered like atoms across the universe."

"Ugh. It's not too late to silence her," I thought while glancing at her from the corner of my eye. During our fight, I did some pretty ridiculous things I don't want anyone to know about.

"Just explain how you ended up like that. We never got to have more than a one-sentence conversation. You were just crying and begging me to stop you."

"Ahem. Well, to start, since I was a child, I was marked by a demon whose name I won't mention because, even if we're in another universe or whatever this is, I don't know if it could reach here."

"Chaos magic is his, so to speak. To escape my fate of becoming his vessel, I tried to control a force beyond what I could handle: the Phoenix Force. Obviously, I failed, and everything got complicated when the Goblin Force got involved in the fight as well," Wanda explained calmly, without averting her gaze.

"Now, add the Darkhold, and the result was... me."

I was a bit stunned. With all those forces combined, it was no wonder she had become a dimensional atomic bomb. But there was something bothering me.

"So, in your state of madness, you momentarily regained consciousness and went looking for the person powerful enough to stop you. Which means me, right?"

"Uh, well... there were others more powerful, but I wanted it to be you." She said quickly.

"Me?" I was shocked.

"Yes. Well, to be honest, while I was trapped inside my own body, the only thing I could do was watch other universes. And I saw you. A person trapped in their own tasks. Maybe I felt you were caged like me. Perhaps if you stopped me, you could feel a bit of freedom by freeing me, although I was surprised you exploded along with me." She said calmly.

"Especially while you were shouting Final Flash and explosions are an art," she said, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Damn it!" I exclaimed, angry and ready to punch her...

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You might notice Wanda's personality is a little different, and that's because I brought her in to be Stephen's foil, giving him a bit more comedy.

And an enemy doesn't always need to be to the death; bothering someone's life is enough for me.

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