Harry Potter : Bloodraven

Chapter 105 - 105: Twilight of the Parasite (I) (CH - 125)

For the next few hours, until his next class, Maverick remained in his office, testing his new ability in every way he could think of.

The first thing he noticed was that, unlike Invisibility spells or his bracelet's invisibility function, the Extraordinary Characteristic True Concealment caused no magical fluctuations during its activation.

No wand, no incantation, no shimmer of light. It simply was. And the best part? It demanded nothing—no drain on his stamina, no pull on his magic. It felt as effortless as breathing.

And if that wasn't enough…

His gaze settled on a chair across the room.

And then, with just a thought, the chair simply... vanished. One moment it was there, the next it was gone.

His eyes lit up.

So not only could he activate the ability on himself, but could also extend it to others, or even objects. The range was limited, of course, but even with that restriction, the possibilities were endless.

Because this wasn't ordinary invisibility—it left no trace. No flicker, no distortion—nothing. No magical fluctuations, no energy signature. Only someone with profound mastery of Magical-Sense has even a chance of detecting it.

According to the system, only a mage whose rank was equal to or higher than his could possibly sense anything, and even then, only if they were

"Wait… Professor, what do you mean by four—" Malfoy turned sharply, as if he had misheard.

Unfortunately for him, he received no explanation—only Maverick's amused smile.

"Out… all of you," McGonagall ordered, her tone brooking no argument as she ushered the three Gryffindors and one Slytherin out of his office.

As the door shut behind them, Maverick chuckled to himself and leaned back in his chair. "This is going to be interesting…"

He turned back to his work but knew he wouldn't be sitting there for long. He was thinking about whether things would continue following the events of the original story.

And then about Voldemort.

Maverick wanted to see if the wraith had heeded his—well, Bloodraven's—warning about not attacking any more unicorns.

So far, the half-dead parasite had been eerily quiet.

Especially during the week of the inter-school Quidditch tournament, Quirrell never even showed up to watch the matches, choosing instead to hide away. Maverick had kept a close eye on him and could tell that Voldemort was holding back—likely still wary after their last encounter.

But because of that restraint, the timid professor's condition had worsened, looked even paler now, almost sickly.

Maverick had a feeling it wouldn't be long before the man made his move.

A smirk tugged at his lips. He wasn't overly worried—his strange abilities and sheer strength were his capital. But this time, he would make sure no student got hurt.

And with the finals less than a month away, he was determined to rid Hogwarts of Voldemort's parasite completely.

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