"Like Father, Like Son?"
A strange silence fell over the cemetery.
Harry's expression at this point was thoroughly annoyed.
His hair moved with the wind while his eyes still held that red color filled with Chaos Magic.
Draco, standing beside him, also wore a rather serious expression as both of them looked up toward the same point.
Lucius floated above them, surrounded by that red magic that seeped from his skin like blood vapor, wearing an expression of pride.
Even his half deformed face displayed a wide smile of mockery and disdain.
The small tentacles beneath his skin moved as though something inside his body was trying to escape.
Only making the whole thing even more disgusting.
Maybe being called a freak by Lucius annoyed him more than he cared to admit.
But to Lucius, he was right.
He had that sick certainty of someone who genuinely believed he had surpassed everyone else simply because he had obtained a little power.
"You understand nothing," Lucius said in a deep voice, looking first at Harry and then at Draco. "I will show you what power truly is," he said arrogantly before raising his hand.
Draco did not seem interested in waiting to see Lucius' little performance.
So at the same time, he raised his own hand.
The gold coins now piled around him like a small mountain responded.
And quickly transformed into several golden spears that shot toward Lucius.
Lucius swung his hand to the side, causing all the spears flying toward him to be struck by something invisible and violently deflected, piercing through several gravestones around him.
Pam. Pam. Pam.
Gravestones and cemetery structures exploded into dust and fragments of stone.
Lucius smiled while looking at Draco.
"Interesting trick. I heard you created it yourself. Even many ancient families struggle to create new magic. Even so, it's useless. But it proves how powerful my Malfoy blood is, flowing through your veins. You could have been a born ruler. But you chose to kneel before them."
Draco looked at him with a dry expression.
And a hint of disdain and mockery shone in his eyes.
But he did not answer those words.
Instead, he looked toward Harry standing beside him.
"I need more gold. It'll take too long to pull it up from the depths," Draco said in a direct tone.
Harry simply nodded calmly and raised both hands in front of him, concentrating for a second before clapping once, the sound echoing throughout the entire cemetery.
A pulse of Chaos Magic burst from his body, instantly surrounding the area.
The gravestones and chunks of rock scattered everywhere began to transfigure, turning from stone into gold.
"Ten minutes," Harry said, referring to how long the transfiguration would last.
"I won't need much more than that," Draco replied as the surrounding gold began transforming into liquid gold, moving toward him at high speed while he raised his hand.
The liquid gold transformed into hundreds of weapons. Shields, swords, spears, daggers.
Every single one of them shining with the faint golden glow of solid gold.
They moved through the battlefield as if they possessed lives of their own.
Each one pointing toward Lucius, forming a circle around him like a tornado of blades.
Draco clenched his fists.
And every weapon moved at the same time, launching toward Lucius at incredible speed.
Like a golden storm rising toward the sky.
Lucius merely narrowed his eyes mockingly.
Then raised a hand with disdain, preparing to deflect the attack once again.
But Harry snapped his fingers before he could.
Snap.
For an instant, the Chaos Magic around Lucius trembled, nearly causing his body to fall back to the ground.
It lasted only a moment.
But it was enough for a dagger to graze his face, leaving behind a bleeding cut.
While dozens more were already about to stab through his body from different directions.
Lucius widened his eyes briefly before frowning in fury as he realized he could be pierced by all those golden weapons.
The invisible force surrounding him exploded outward like a tidal wave, hurling the incoming weapons away in every direction.
But there were still hundreds more coming.
Before he could be skewered, Lucius' body vanished through apparition, suddenly reappearing several meters away.
While in the spot where he had been floating before, every weapon collided together, forming a sphere of golden blades.
Had he not moved, he would have been right in the middle of all that.
Draco let out a snort while still holding his fist up, looking at his father with complete calmness, even after having just tried to impale him with hundreds of weapons.
Draco moved his wand again, and the entire sphere of weapons began melting, transforming back into liquid gold.
"Do you still think it's a useless trick?" Draco asked, staring directly at his father, a contemptuous smile even visible on his face.
Lucius looked at him with a colder expression.
Then he looked toward Harry, who had just disrupted his powerful magic for an instant.
Even if it had only lasted a second.
Harry gave him a slightly mocking smile when he noticed him looking.
Making Lucius frown even more as he slowly pulled out his wand.
"Yes… a possibility I expected. They are exactly why I prepared myself. The reason I devoured my former master," Lucius said slowly before beginning to murmur a cursed incantation under his breath.
Black smoke began forming throughout the cemetery while a red pulse of Chaos Magic erupted from Lucius' body, visibly strengthening that dark mist, which, as if it were alive, began slipping into the cracks in the earth above every grave buried there.
The air became colder, and complete silence ruled for a moment while only Lucius' murmuring could be heard.
The cemetery changed instantly as the black mist mixed with Chaos Magic continued flowing into the cracks.
Even the sky seemed darker.
The full moon at the peak of its brilliance had now turned blood red, and the ground beneath their feet transformed into black mud.
Then the sound returned.
This time from beneath them.
Like heartbeats.
Like claws tearing through the earth.
At the same time, another pulse of Chaos Magic seeped from Lucius, causing the surroundings to shift like a mirage.
Harry frowned for a moment.
As the ground before them became covered in corpses, making Harry show a look of disdain because Lucius had already used this illusion against him before.
But Lucius did not seem to be targeting him.
Because this time Narcissa was lying beside one of the gravestones, motionless, her blonde hair spread across a pool of blood.
Andromeda had a black spear driven through her chest.
Even his Uncle Tonks.
And Nymphadora.
Neither of them moving a finger.
His friends could be seen in the distance.
Even Harry himself, standing right beside him.
And in the center, directly in front of Draco, Hermione.
Kneeling on the ground.
With the word "Mudblood" written across her skin in her own blood.
And a face filled with deep pain and fear before death.
But now motionless, staring directly at him.
As if all of this were his fault.
Draco remained still, looking at the corpses of his family, friends, and loved ones with the coldest expression he had ever worn.
Harry, standing beside him, observed the corpses for a moment and then glanced sideways at Draco before showing a slight smile filled with disdain and mockery toward Lucius.
"This is what happens when you choose wrong, Draco. And this is the future waiting for you."
His voice was calm.
Almost paternal.
But a sick amusement could be felt in every word.
"Everything you have can disappear. Everything you love can be destroyed. And when that happens, you'll understand that power is not shared. It is taken," he added.
Then the illusions vanished by Lucius' own will.
Suddenly, from the ground beneath them, as if that entire illusion had only been created to buy time, skeletal hands burst through the earth like claws.
Dozens of those hands emerged, and many more continued rising while low, monstrous growls came from their mouths.
Corpses reanimated through Dark Magic.
The moment half their bodies pulled themselves out of the ground, their eyes glowed intensely with a reddish light while their mouths trembled, snapping and biting rapidly.
As if they wanted to devour the flesh and blood of the living.
"Inferi," Harry murmured, recognizing one of the worst curses that existed in the magical world.
Inferi. Corpses reanimated through Dark Magic.
One of the things Harry hated most about Dark Magic.
Draco slowly blinked as he watched the corpses crawl out of their graves.
For a moment, the corpses from the illusion overlapped with the Inferi in front of him.
"That's low. Even for you," Draco finally said.
Now his expression no longer showed disdain, anger, or hatred.
Only complete indifference.