الســــــلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
هذي القصة لكل المعجبين بيوغي أوه وهاري بوتر
بس بغيت أقول
القصة مو انا مألفتنها والكاتبة اسمها
White Tenshi Angel
ومنقولة من موقع
Kokoro No Naka
ملخص القصة ان يوغي وباكورا ومالك تم قبولهم في مدرسة هوغوورتس لفنون السحر والشعوذه وان اللورد فولديمورت يبغى قطع الألفية
القصة مغامرات على كوميديا على آكشن
هذا الفصل الأول واذا عجبكم بانقل البقية
القصة باللغة الانجليزية
Chapter 1: The Discovery
A pale and thin man paced across the dusty floor of an abandoned house. Flames from the blazing fireplace cast shadows across the room. At a table in the corner, a stout, short, sniveling man flipped through the pages of huge book. Several other volumes were stacked next to him. His hand, which appeared to be made out of silver, rapidly scanned the pages as he skimmed over the words. Both men were dressed in long black cloaks.
"Have you found nothing yet, Wormtail?" came the shrill voice of the first man. "My patience is growing thin."
"I am looking, Lord," came the nervous reply of "Wormtail". "I've found nothing that looks like it would do you any good."
"I need a new source of power," the man said, more to himself than to his counterpart. "I shall never get into Hogwarts and have my revenge using the same old tricks."
"I understand, my Lord, I understand well. But I have looked through three Volumes of 'Most Powerful Magic of the Twentieth Century' and I have found nothing!"
"You fool!" shrieked the first man, his scarlet eyes narrowing on his snake- like face. "No modern magic will be of any use! Every witch and wizard at that school knows how to counter modern magic! Check the old texts, the information about the ancient magical races, the Chinese, the Indians, the Egyptians, not this recent trash!"
"Yes, yes, Master!" cried Wormtail hastily. "How foolish of me! I should have known! I'll get on that right away!"
After a few hours passed by, Wormtail paused on the page in front of him. "Master, this might be what we've been searching for."
"What is it?" the thin man replied rather unenthusiastically. He seemed to have little faith in his subordinate.
"It's here in 'Histories of Ancient Magics.' Egyptian artifacts, known as the Millennium items. They contain the forces of darkness and have various powers. There seems to be seven in total."
"Are you quite sure that this is actual truth? It seems as if I have heard this story before."
"It is part of an Egyptian legend, Lord. The book does not say whether or not they actually exist. But if they do, they would be a great asset."
The thin man's interest was peaked. "What sort of powers do these items have?"
"It depends on the item. One contains the spirit of an undefeatable strategist. Another contains the soul of a clever and ruthless thief. One has the power to see the future, another can read minds, and another can control a person's thoughts and actions. One can read truth, and yet another allows you to gain access to a person's mind."
"Interesting," said the thin man. "If these items exist, where can they be found?"
"Egypt, Lord. The book has little information about their exact location, but it says that they are guarded by a tribe of grave-keepers. Or at least they were at the time this book was written. That was over 500 years ago. By now, the items might have fulfilled their prophecy and may be in the hands of their fated possessors, the reincarnated forms of the items' former owners. They could be anywhere. That is, if they actually exist..."
"I have a feeling, Wormtail."
"What's that, my Lord?" Wormtail questioned cautiously. He was obviously intimidated by his master.
"These magical items are out there. Spread the word among my Death Eaters. I want those items..."
At the Hogwarts School, the ancient headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, sat speaking to a scruffy-looking man when there was a knock at his door. Dumbledore cast a glance at his companion which was answered with an understanding nod before announcing that his new visitor may enter. In stepped Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic.
"Dumbledore, may I have a word?"
"You just did," replied the venerable headmaster, "but I suppose you may have a few more. Sit, please. And I will be seeing you at the start of the term, Professor White."
With that, the man stepped out of the room, paying no heed to the Minister, who was obviously not used to being ignored in such a way.
"Might I inquire-"
"He is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore answered before the Minister was even able to finish his question. "Now what is it you need, Cornelius? The term will be starting in one month, and I am very busy preparing."
"Dumbledore, I know that we did not part on the best of terms last year, but I ask you to put that aside for now. I am here on business."
"I am always the professional, as you well know," said Dumbledore. "What is your business?"
"The International Magic Counsel has come to me with a problem that I hope you can help with. A special situation. The counsel has detected three youths with extraordinary magical abilities of a variety that has not been seen in centuries. There are adults with this magic, too, but counsel will handle them. It is the youths that we are concerned about. For some reason yet to be determined, this ancient magic has surfaced in them recently. Their power exceeds anything that has been seen in someone their age. The counsel feels that they could be a danger to themselves as well as others without proper schooling. But that is the problem. They are well above the age of beginning students, at fifteen or sixteen years of age. With that and their already high levels of magic with no training whatsoever, the counsel is having a difficult time finding a school that will accept them. None of the wizarding schools in their areas will take them on. They claim they haven't the means to catch such students up with their age group. That is why I was asked to come to you. You have been known for not, uh, discriminating against those who wish to come to your school."
"And so you want to know if I will accept these students," Dumbledore finished, nodding. "Has anyone approached them yet?"
"No. They know nothing of the situation."
Dumbledore stroked his long white beard thoughtfully, a curious look in his eye. "I don't see why these potential students should be deprived of an education simply because they are late starters," he said finally. "I will accept them."
"Wonderful!" Fudge exclaimed. "One less problem. We shall notify the students at once-"
"No," Dumbledore interrupted. "I shall be the one to approach them. I am the person who approaches all of Hogwarts' potential students."
"But Dumbledore, this is a special situation. Surly it is the Ministry that should-"
"The Ministry is so eager to solve the issue of these students that they will sugar-coat everything in order to get them to accept," Dumbledore interrupted again. "I do not want students arriving with no knowledge of the trials and potential dangers that may face them here. These are dangerous times, Cornelius. The students should be prepared, even if it means they turn down the offer. I will send them a letter, first and foremost."
"Dumbledore, this is highly irregular," Fudge fumed. "The situation calls for more than a simple letter."
"That is why I also intend to meet with each one of them, individually and in person," Dumbledore answered. "And I shall make arrangements for them to stay in Diagon Alley as the term nears. Now, may I have the information on these students?"
Fudge continued to fume as he reached in his robe and pulled out three scrolls. He laid them somewhat roughly on Dumbledore's desk and said, "Here you are, Headmaster. If you insist upon handling this yourself, then I leave you with the responsibility. And seeing as you have no more need of me, I shall take my leave. Good luck with the situation and your approaching school year." With that he turned around and exited the same way he came in.
Dumbledore opened and spread all three scrolls out on his desk. He curiously read each one of them out loud to no one but himself. "Hmm... Yugi Mouto, fifteen, of Domino City, Japan. Ryou Bakura, sixteen, of Domino City, Japan. And Malik Ishtal, sixteen, of Cairo, Egypt. That would make them all about fifth or sixth year. I think fifth would be best. It will be easier on them to keep them with their same age group. Other exceptions will have to be made for their lack of experience, but that can not be determined until I know their magic level. Hmmm...Egypt, I know, has a fine school of magic. And most Japanese students attend The Imperial School of Magic and Sorcery in China. Both excellent schools. I wonder why neither would accept them... "