“You are Bert Falwell?” Lynd asked, looking down at the somewhat short and stocky knight before him.
“Yes, my lord,” Bert replied, bowing his head.
Lynd sat down on a boulder and gestured for Bert to do the same, pointing to a nearby one. “Tell me, what is the purpose of your army?”
Bert glanced ...
2025-01-08 12:59:30 +0000 UTC
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With Lynd’s cavalry speed, they encountered the bandit alliance gathered by the Scorpion Brotherhood just over three hours after leaving Tumbleton.
However, Lynd did not engage the bandits directly. From a distant hill, he observed their equipment and personnel before bypassing the several-hundred-strong group to focu...
2025-01-08 12:58:16 +0000 UTC
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Chris had taken a full week off work, but by the second day, he realized he didn’t have much left to do. The basics of Apparition were fairly straightforward, and Kyle’s unexpectedly fast progress meant that Chris had already taught him everything essential in just one afternoon. Kyle adapted to the process so quickly tha...
2025-01-07 14:41:48 +0000 UTC
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Fred was right—they couldn’t change their plans. Early the next morning, the Weasley family set off as planned to visit Bill. The Burrow, always lively, felt strangely quiet, and Kyle found himself at a bit of a loss.
With a week left before August, and with Fred and George gone, Kyle decided to look for something t...
2025-01-07 14:41:00 +0000 UTC
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“Oh... Mr. Scamander is planning to take you to the Romanian Dragon Reserve?” Chris mused, looking thoughtfully at the letter the owl had just delivered. He turned to Kyle, who was watching him with anticipation, and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Do you think I can go?” Kyle asked hopefully.
“If you’r...
2025-01-07 14:40:20 +0000 UTC
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When Kyle and Newt climbed out of the suitcase and returned to the room, they were greeted by the sight of a transformed Dobby.
Gone was the oversized pillowcase he used to wear. Instead, Dobby sported a freshly modified outfit, courtesy of Tina, who had repurposed one of Newt’s old jackets for him. He looked far more...
2025-01-07 14:39:38 +0000 UTC
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Facing Red Viper’s challenge, Lynd did not hesitate and agreed immediately. Since acquiring the Sword of the Banished Knight, he hadn’t had the opportunity to truly measure his strength against a worthy opponent. And as the foremost swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms—and possibly the entire world of ice and fire—Red Vipe...
2025-01-07 14:37:18 +0000 UTC
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As Lynd observed the activity in the tavern, the Dornishmen, who had been drinking and carousing boisterously, abruptly halted their revelry. Their attention shifted to Nymeria, and in unison, they rose to bow respectfully.
Perhaps because of Nymeria's imposing height, Lynd remained obscured behind her, unnoticed at fir...
2025-01-07 14:36:06 +0000 UTC
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The ruins of Old Tumbleton appeared deceptively tranquil from afar. Only by standing amidst the crumbled stones could one truly grasp why the Green Party and the Black Party had once waged war over this place, driven by the chaos unleashed by the Dance of the Dragons’ fury.
Lynd’s warhorse, a fine steed from Highgar...
2025-01-06 16:10:53 +0000 UTC
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At Lynd's command, the cavalry patrols departed their camp, where they had been stationed for several days, and advanced toward Tumbleton. This time, however, Lynd sent not only the first cavalry patrol to scout the area but also the second. The urgency stemmed from intelligence gained through interrogating a prisoner capture...
2025-01-06 16:10:15 +0000 UTC
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Newt looked at Kyle, saying nothing.
He wasn’t exactly opposed to having an assistant—he simply didn’t want to admit he was getting older. After all, it was just an assistant, and he’d had others before, so there was nothing to object to. In fact, if he thought about it, House-elves might be easier to work with:...
2025-01-06 15:47:57 +0000 UTC
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Dorset County, a lush forest.
It is rarely visited by humans, save for the beautiful wooden house nestled in the heart of the woods, where Newt Scamander, the renowned expert on Magical Creatures, resides.
In the early morning, a loud noise shatters the peaceful silence of the forest.
In the trees nearby, a ...
2025-01-06 15:46:56 +0000 UTC
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In St. Catchpole Village, an old, dark green car pulled up to the door of The Burrow. The doors opened, and Kyle and the Weasleys got out, one after another.
“Home, boys, home. Don’t forget your bags in the car,” Mr. Weasley called from the driver’s seat, though he didn’t seem inclined to get out himself.
<...
2025-01-06 15:45:59 +0000 UTC
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The Hit Wizards searched the office and took almost everything, including the portrait and the signed photograph.
"Goodbye, Professor McGonagall, we'll leave you to it," said Hadd, almost whispering.
"Sorry, Professor, but there's nothing I can do about it," Hadd added with a slight smile. "Soon enough, I’ll be ...
2025-01-06 15:45:08 +0000 UTC
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In the Defence Against the Dark Arts office, Kyle and Lockhart continued their back-and-forth exchange, with Lockhart jotting down every detail Kyle shared. If anyone had walked in, they might have mistaken him for a part-time journalist, meticulously documenting Kyle's story. After half an hour, a thick pile of parchment lay...
2025-01-05 13:51:49 +0000 UTC
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Kyle was naturally thrilled to have earned full marks in Potions without even taking the exam. Though it was a bit disappointing to part with Advanced Potion-Making, he’d already memorized its contents, copied his notes into a fresh book, and read it cover to cover three times. So it didn’t bother him much t...
2025-01-05 13:51:07 +0000 UTC
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After the attack was resolved, Quidditch matches, which had been suspended for ages, resumed with a vengeance. With less than a month left until the end of term, the remaining games were packed into an intense schedule, with back-to-back matches and at least three games every weekend.
The spectators loved it, but the pl...
2025-01-05 13:50:30 +0000 UTC
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Kyle finished his glass of lemonade in the Headmaster's Office, ready to head out. It wasn’t the weekend, and he had classes to teach later. Besides, Dumbledore seemed to have other pressing matters. Kyle opened the door, stepping out just as Fawkes vanished from the office, leaving behind the suitcase that held the Basilis...
2025-01-05 13:49:45 +0000 UTC
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Lynd rode into the makeshift camp constructed by the fleeing members of the Bloodshoe Brotherhood. Inside, the men of the First Cavalry Patrol were cleaning up the aftermath, their efforts evident in the grim task of removing bodies. Including the wounded, they had killed a total of 117 enemies.
Despite this decisive ou...
2025-01-05 13:45:58 +0000 UTC
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Raindrops the size of beans pattered against Lynd's cloak, pooling together before cascading down its leather exterior, finally dripping onto the grass below. He wiped the rain from his face, tilted his head to glance at the darkened sky, then turned his gaze toward the weary procession around him and let out a sigh.
Ev...
2025-01-05 13:44:57 +0000 UTC
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The Headmaster's Office was silent. Dumbledore sat at his desk, his gaze fixed on the Time-Turner in front of him, deep in thought.
Kyle glanced up and, without intending to, noticed something on the shelf behind Dumbledore: an unfinished pair of woolen socks. They were white, each adorned with a beautifully embroidered...
2025-01-04 13:01:32 +0000 UTC
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The mention of Voldemort’s youth and a diary containing a fragment of his 16-year-old soul was nearly overwhelming. Professor McGonagall took a moment to absorb it all, her gaze flickering between the destroyed diary and the massive Basilisk next to Kyle.
“But I’m more interested in the events that occurred betwee...
2025-01-04 13:00:47 +0000 UTC
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The Basilisk’s eyes were reflected in the armor at the end of the corridor, and within moments, Professor Burbage was petrified, frozen mid-step before she could even react.
“Sleep well…” Kyle whispered, invoking the “shutdown password” Slytherin had shared with him. The Basilisk obeyed, slithering back to t...
2025-01-04 12:59:48 +0000 UTC
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With Mrs. Norris’s piercing scream, the crowd of young wizards swarmed the scene. Hidden under his Disillusionment Charm, Kyle watched silently from the back as events unfolded just as he remembered: Filch and Harry were found near the scene and suspected of being tied to the attacks. Professors soon arrived, escorting Filc...
2025-01-04 12:58:55 +0000 UTC
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When Lynd left Vortimer's tent, his thoughts were in turmoil. He even decided to postpone testing Glory’s abilities. Back in his tent, he lay on the bed, absently stroking Glory, who rested by his side, while his other hand supported his head. His mind churned over Vortimer's words.
Vortimer believed that the Lady mig...
2025-01-04 12:54:14 +0000 UTC
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Upon hearing the squire's words, Lynd felt a hunch in his heart about the purpose behind the Lord of House Tyrell's summons. Without delay, he headed straight for the main camp.
As Lynd approached, he noticed the Lord’s Guards stationed vigilantly around the area. Upon spotting him, they all bowed respectfully but ste...
2025-01-04 12:52:55 +0000 UTC
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Perhaps he had already come to believe in the Seven, for when Varys now heard Lynd mention the gods, he felt no strange reaction.
Afterward, the two men discussed how they would meet and communicate in the future, and Varys was about to leave. However, as he walked toward the place where he had entered, he suddenly stop...
2025-01-03 14:18:13 +0000 UTC
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Maps have always been the most vital source of information on warfare for any Lord or King, and thus, they could not be shared lightly. Only the Citadel possessed the means to compile and create a complete map of Westeros through the Maester advisors assigned to each Lord. This map was regarded as a top secret treasure by the...
2025-01-03 14:17:44 +0000 UTC
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Halloween feast… a skeleton dance troupe? Kyle blinked, processing the strange realization. Had he somehow been thrown back a few months?
After all he’d just experienced, it wasn’t particularly shocking. Meeting people from a thousand years in the past was far more unbelievable—what were a...
2025-01-03 14:04:14 +0000 UTC
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Kyle wandered around the Chamber of Secrets. Not only had Riddle vanished, but even the Sectumsempra mark on the pillar to his left was gone. Everything that had happened felt like a strangely vivid dream. Yet, the sting on his thigh and the weight of the diary in his hands reminded him it was all real.
He finally turne...
2025-01-03 14:03:12 +0000 UTC
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