HP: Magic of the End

While Danil was busy with his own research, and the Hogwarts' staff was preparing for the big changes that would undoubtedly happen over the summer, the world didn't stand still. More and more people heard rumors that Albus had decided to shake off the old days and start changing the game.

Of course, for a strong wizard, a hundred and something years is not old age at all, but rather middle age, considering that wizards and witches died from old age only after reaching two hundred, or maybe even three hundred. Only when people saw Dumbledore's long gray hair and white beard, everyone forgot this little fact.

"Perhaps old age has finally gotten to Dumbledore." Dolores Umbridge said thoughtfully, sipping tea from a pink mug. "Who in their right mind would refuse the support and approval of the Ministry? This is outrageous!"

Several people were sitting in the Minister's office. The Minister himself, the Head of the Department of Education and Tiberius Call, a representative of the Call & Call Law Firm, whose services Cornelius Fudge used quite often.

Without a good Magical Lawyer who understands not only the laws, but also magical connections and contracts, discussing the situation at Hogwarts could be forgotten.

As someone who worked directly under the Minister and achieved her position through intrigue, blood and sweat, one could say that the woman was loyal first to herself and only then to the Ministry. And they will not be completely right. Madame Umbridge was devoted to her vision of the world, and only then to herself. This is what made her as dangerous as she was purposeful.

Dolores was a squat, plump woman, reminiscent of a large pale toad. And maybe, to somehow show her femininity, she dressed in mostly pink colors, and decorated her personal account with photos of cute kittens. Everything around her was so sweet and pink that an unprepared person could vomit from the sweetness.

To call her a part of the ideology of blood purity would also be wrong, because first of all, she extolled the supremacy of Wizards and Witches over other magical races. But she believed even more in the words Magic is Might. The weak had to obey the strong, it was the natural order of things.

Seeing how the weak Hogwarts tried to get out of the patronage of the strong… She didn't like this at all. Because even if Hogwarts was weak, with its independence the Ministry of Magic was losing some of its influence, losing power. Umbridge couldn't accept this.

Considering the ancient contract, a copy of which was provided to her by Lord Parkinson, Umbridge tried to find a loophole in it to return the cunning school to control. But even the best magical lawyers could not do this, let alone a person without special education.

"Cornelius, is there nothing we can do?" The woman looked up hopefully at the Minister. But the man was a far cry from a confident leader, he was sweating buckets, wincing at every loud sound.

The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, wiped the sweat from his brow. The man has lost a lot of weight lately, losing his healthy plumpness and starting to look more and more like an emaciated patient supported only by IVs. It was such a stressful year for him.

"The Hogwarts treaty with the Cabal of Witches and the then existing Albion is immutable. It can be circumvented or broken only after the death of all wizards in Britain." Call calmly explained the nuance. This is exactly what Soul Croaker told him when the Minister approached the non-grower with this question.

"But they depend on us financially!" The woman protested. "The Hogwarts Foundation is under the control of the Ministry!"

Shaking his head, Head of the Department of Education decided to enlighten everyone. "Not anymore, Dolores. That strange contract returned control of the Foundation to the Director and the trustees of the Board of Governors. But even so, they will not have the opportunity to become truly independent, there simply won't be enough money from the students' parents for everything. Dumbledore will come crawling, begging us for money." He reassured himself.

Cornelius didn't need an independent Hogwarts and a scandal on the front pages of the newspapers! Especially not now, when the Ministerial elections are so close!

"I wouldn't be so sure." Call said, leaning back in his chair. Three pairs of eyes turned to look at him in panic. "For starters, they have a source of rare ingredients - the Forbidden Forest. I think you remember why you banned it, right, Mr. Rogger?"

The head of the Education Department just sneered, clearly displeased. About fifty years ago, when Dippet was still the Headmaster of Hogwarts, fees for seven years of training were significantly less. Of course, this meant that the Hogwarts Foundation was also significantly smaller, because the money earned from selling ingredients was immediately spent on improving the school, never coming under the control of Rogger and his department.

Of course, he didn't like it, so Rogger, without thinking twice, banned the sale of ingredients from the forest. And a couple of years later he completely forbade Hogwarts from receiving finances not from the hands of the ministry.

"They also have the Black Lake, a second source of both dark creatures and their parts. Should I mention the greenhouses?" Call raised an eyebrow in question. "Hogwarts will start getting as much money as they need, you can be sure of that."

Umbridge's face twisted in displeasure. "Speaking of dark creatures. Have you heard the news about that 'cursed student' that Dumbledore brought to the castle? It's even worse than the werewolf who taught the children!"

Remus Lupin was finally discovered as a werewolf and he quit the job before the Ministry could press that as an advantage. At least that was the official version, because what really happened was much more interesting.

"Unfortunately, we cannot do anything about a student on Hogwarts grounds." Call sighed. "The castle has become something like an embassy of a foreign country. We can't force them to do things our way."

At first, Umbridge was ready to explode with displeasure, but then her face lit up with happiness, and an overly sweet smile stretched across half of her face.

"Well, the creature may be untouchable within the walls of Hogwarts, but that does not relieve him of his obligations to the Ministry. Doesn't he have to register? He is a dangerous dark creature, after all."

The men perked up, seeing that Umbridge had some kind of plan. If a careerist like her offers a solution to a problem, people listen.

Sirius made his way through the wilds of the Albanian forest in his Animagus form – something that looked like a very large dog. Once upon a time, maybe he was just an ordinary black dog who was devoted to his friends. But Lord Voldemort gave him enlightenment, changing his world.

Now he was part Grimm, part Wild Hunt. Sirius had never felt as strong as he did the day the hellhound essence merged with his soul. His Lord brought this gift to him for his faithful service and the murder of the Prewitt twins.

The positive effects didn't end with the feeling of incredible strength and increased magic.

You see, hellhounds gained their power from devouring the flesh and blood of their victims. Of course, the stronger the sacrifices, the better the results, this was logical. That is why he devoured people without much remorse; they were simply biomaterial that existed only to become part of his power.

Something definitely changed in his soul when Lord Voldemort performed that ritual on him. No one could merge with a magical animal and remain the same person they were before. Sirius understood this intellectually and recalled with a grin the horror with which he learned that after the ritual he was fed human flesh. How weak he was then.

Now the taste of flesh was familiar to him, he could not forget it even after so many years in Azkaban. Sirius was ready to do anything to become stronger and be useful to his Lord. So, a no longer emaciated looking dog was running through the forest, but a Grim was making his way through the branches and bushes, ready to tear trough everything in his path.

Sirius was lucky to meet a couple of squibs on his way to the Master, whose crumbs of magic allowed his body to recover and his mind to become clearer. Feeling his Dark Mark begin to pulse beneath his fur, Grim turned human and continued on his feet. He was already close, he felt it.

Sniffing the air around him, he caught the sweet notes of decay, which usually did not last long in the forest. All the meat was taken away by predators, and what was left was devoured by scavengers. Rot simply did not last long in nature, and what he felt now was unnatural.

The man in dirty and torn clothes smiled a smile full of real happiness. Only the appearance of the handsome man was spoiled by the dried blood on his skin and clothes.

"My Lord… we'll meet soon." Sirius muttered to himself and went in the direction that smelled of rot and death.

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And here we are setting up the events for the second book. The Ministry begins to prepare its response, and Voldemort finally receives his support. Quite a long time ago, one of the readers asked me whether it was necessary to make Sirius a cannibal? Now there are explanations for his actions and behavior. Just like his betrayal. Although I will delve into the events of the first pure blood war and the history of the Blacks only in the second book.