Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

Perhaps it was out of reverence for Onyxia's true identity, or maybe for some other reason.

After the banquet ended, Janice no longer treated the black dragon princess as a mere maid.

Instead, she regarded her as a guest second only to Alaric, and personally arranged a luxurious room for her.

With Alaric's consent, Onyxia gladly accepted the arrangement.

The Barov family's servants had witnessed the terrifying power of Onyxia casually conjuring fireballs earlier that day, so they naturally obeyed without question.

Late at night.

Ever since becoming a mage, Alaric often used meditation in place of sleep.

But that didn't mean he had given up on sleep, an inherently human indulgence.

From time to time, he would fall asleep like an ordinary person, of course, part of that was due to his private meetings with the guardian dragons in the Emerald Dream.

Tonight, staying at the Barov estate, he chose to sleep normally.

However, deep in the night, he was suddenly awakened.

His senses, sharper than any normal person's, picked up something unusual at the door, someone was there.

Could it be an assassination attempt by the Horde?

But given the weight and agility of those brutes, even the Blade Masters, they could never tread so lightly.

Feeling suspicious, Alaric decided to pretend he was still asleep to see who dared intrude while he rested.

After all, ever cautious, he had made preparations even in someone else's home. Traps, triggered and controllable, surrounded his bed.

Soon, he heard the guestroom door being opened with a key.

That meant the visitor was either from the Barov family or someone very familiar with the castle.

Judging from the footsteps, the intruder seemed to be a human woman…

When Alaric slightly opened his eyes in the dark and caught a glimpse of the visitor's face, he realized, it was Janice Barov.

What was she doing here so late?

In the darkness, Alaric saw Janice leaning against the doorway, wearing nothing but a thin, silky nightgown that barely covered her.

Her gaze was full of emotion as she looked at Alaric's sleeping form.

As she watched, silent tears began to stream down her face.

Suddenly, Alaric understood.

This poor noblewoman had lost a son today, while her other son had committed a beastly act of patricide. Unable to bear it, she had personally driven him away.

To her, she had lost both of her children in a single day.

In terms of appearance, Alaric was about the same age as the Barov brothers, at most a year or two younger.

Janice Barov must have been overwhelmed with emotion, and seeing Alaric reminded her of her own children.

Realizing this, Alaric's wariness faded slightly, replaced by a trace of sympathy for the grieving mother.

He didn't know how long Janice stood there watching him.

Suddenly, she stepped forward, cautiously approaching Alaric.

The temporary defenses Alaric had set were all under the control of the spirit in Ravenclaw's diadem, Helena, so he immediately signaled her to temporarily disable the traps.

Thus, Janice passed through what was essentially a minefield without even knowing it.

She came quietly to the bedside, climbed up, and gently embraced Alaric, just like a mother would hug her child.

There was no desire in that embrace, which made Alaric feel even more pity for her.

So, he continued pretending to sleep, letting himself sink into the warmth of that mature body.

Although her smooth, tight skin and sensually alluring figure did stir something within him.

But in the end, the few cold tears that dripped down onto his neck calmed his rising desire.

This woman really had seen him as a substitute for her child, that's why she had acted so boldly.

If that was the case, then even though it was uncomfortable, Alaric was willing to let Janice vent a little of the emotion pent up in her heart.

Still, he couldn't completely suppress his natural reactions.

After a while, Janice finally noticed something.

Realizing that Alaric was awake, she didn't release her embrace. Instead, she whispered into his ear.

"Sorry, little one. Just let me hold you a bit longer, alright? I'm just… so heartbroken."

"…Alright, alright," Alaric sighed. "But could you not treat me like a replacement for them? I'm not some little kid."

"I'm sorry, truly," Janice said with tear-filled eyes and a forced smile.

"But I really miss when they were still with me… Actually, given your age, calling me godmother wouldn't be so strange, right?"

With Alaric's pride, how could he agree to something like that?

He was already pushing his limits by letting her treat him as a child's substitute.

But now, Janice's words sparked a different idea.

"I'm not calling you godmother!" Alaric snorted.

"But, I wouldn't mind standing in for Lord Barov."

With that, he suddenly flipped over, pinning Janice beneath him.

Janice was a pure spellcaster. How could her body compare to Alaric, who possessed draconic strength?

In an instant, she was pressed down beneath him.

Looking up at the young man with eyes like a hungry wolf, Janice began to tremble, whether from fear or excitement, it was hard to tell.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she whispered. "Little one… don't be like this…"

That phrase truly seemed to anger the man above her.

"Still calling me 'little one,' huh?" Alaric grinned wickedly. "Then let me show you… just how 'little' I really am."

With that, he swiftly dismantled her magical defenses, and his staff came down with force.

Thus began a duel between mages.

At first, the male mage, empowered with "Draconic Might," "Giant Form," and "Primal Force", had an overwhelming advantage.

Though the female mage seemed unwilling to engage at first, once the duel began, she did not resist. Instead, she passively defended, as if silently consenting.

As the male mage's assault continued, the female mage gradually adjusted, defending while beginning her own counterattack.

She unleashed "Energy Absorption Field" and "Deflection Barrier" to continuously weaken her opponent's offense.

At the same time, she invoked powerful enchantments like "Charm Human" and "Siren's Voice" in an attempt to manipulate the male mage.

Indeed, those spells had a significant effect.

However, his power was simply too great. Even with diminished strength, the gap between them couldn't be closed.

Even when she was forced to resort to necromantic magic like "Vampiric Kiss," she still couldn't stop his overwhelming offense, and was eventually struck down, her defenses broken.

It was a long time before the exhausted female mage regained a bit of strength.

Perhaps it was the thrill of combat that momentarily helped her forget the pain and grief. So, this time, it was she who took the initiative and challenged him once more.

Thus, before the male mage, she failed again and again, yet kept coming back to fight.

In this passionate, relentless battle, even the pain of losing a child and the worries of her family were buried beneath the joy of the duel.

That night was endlessly long.

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