London in 1991, the sky was torn open by lightning, and strong winds carried torrential rain pouring down.
For ordinary people, such weather might only be a precursor to a storm, but for Wizards, it portended the occurrence of some special event.
“Merlin’s beard! Is the awakening of the Lederos Family always this exaggerated?”
Professor McGonagall held down her swirling dark green robes, watching as lightning dyed the boiling Black Lake a bizarre indigo.
Dumbledore shook his head, his gaze passing through the window to the distant sky as he murmured, “No… it’s never been this exaggerated.”
On the oak table behind them, the Book of Admittance turned its pages by itself without anyone touching it, and the Quill of Acceptance slowly wrote a few words on the page: “Shar Ryderos.”
The House Leideloss was an existence even older than the 28 Sacred Families. With their mastery over the power of natural elements and life magic, they left the Wizards of the Wizarding World powerless to retaliate, becoming a hegemon of the Wizarding World at that time.
When King Arthur was still waiting for her destiny before the Sword in the Stone, the first Child of Nature had already extinguished the flames of Viking longships with a tsunami on the shores of the North Sea.
This masterful control over elemental power once led Merlin to warn future generations in the “Emerald Scrolls”: “To be an enemy of Lederos is to be an enemy of nature.”
This family had always remained neutral and did not participate in politics, but their strength and independence made them an undeniable presence.
Various forces in the Wizarding World had tried to win them over or suppress them, but Lederos always had the last laugh.
Until the day Lord Voldemort declared war on Lederos, the Wizarding World once again witnessed the family’s strength.
Seraphiel Lederos, as the family head, faced Lord Voldemort’s provocation and proved the inviolability of the House Leideloss with his power.
This battle not only made Lord Voldemort’s dark forces disappear but also made the entire Wizarding World re-recognize the power of the House Leideloss.
They were no longer just legends in books but living proof that even without aligning with Pure-blood families, one could possess the power to change the world.
On the Awakening Platform of the House Leideloss manor, Shar’s awakening ceremony was nearing its end.
He was naked, bathed in thunder, as fierce winds and raging fires continuously tore and burned his body, while the drifting rain and vast earth in the sky continuously healed him.
The family elders stood below the platform, their faces filled with awe and anticipation.
They could sense that the elemental types gathered here far exceeded their own at the time, and this was no longer just a test for him personally, but a premonition for the entire family’s future.
Shar’s body continuously broke and regenerated under the elemental baptism; each breath was accompanied by the roar of thunder and the tremor of the earth.
Suddenly, a dazzling lightning bolt streaked across the sky, striking directly at Shar.
The moment the thunder struck, Shar’s consciousness began to drift, as if traveling through time and space, arriving in a mysterious and ancient world.
In this world, there were many blurry figures. Some of them could tear apart mountains with a wave of their hand, spew out thousands of feet of flames with an open mouth, surf the seas, summon thunder to destroy enemies, freeze thousands of miles of land… He saw how the power of nature created and destroyed, how it flowed and transformed.
When he returned to reality, six streams of elemental light suddenly intertwined, instantly transforming into a Wizard robe that covered Shar’s body. The silver hem of the robe moved without wind, flame patterns flickered on the cuffs, a vine-shaped magic power belt wrapped around his waist, and the family’s World Tree totem was embroidered on the collar.
Shar slowly opened his eyes, golden pupils shimmering with a profound light that did not match his age.
He looked at his relatives and elders around him, their faces showing expressions of surprise and pride.
“Well done, Shar.”
Seraphiel held a dark red cloak with pale golden runes undulating like living things on it.
He was about to put it on Shar when the cloak, without wind, draped itself behind Shar, its collar gently touching the side of his face.
Shar immediately felt a surge of joy emanating from the cloak.
This feeling was somewhat… strange, as if some invisible presence was clinging to his back.
The cloak seemed to sense his emotions; its collar suddenly stood up, gently nudging his earlobe with just the right amount of pressure.
“Sorry.”
Shar subconsciously whispered an apology, soothingly stroking the upright collar as if petting a docile cat. The collar actually softened under his hand, returning to calm.
“It seems you two are getting along well.”
“Grandpa, this is?”
“This is the cloak that only a Child of Nature can wear after awakening in the family. No one has worn it for a hundred years.”
Seraphiel had intended to tease him, but seeing the cloak’s collar stand up again and “stare” at him, he decided to respect this family antique.
“Don’t worry, it cleans itself every day.”
Shar, however, was not concerned about whether the cloak was clean, but rather surprised by his own awakening.
According to family records, an ordinary awakening could only awaken one to two elements, with excellent individuals awakening two to three.
The standard for a Child of Nature was to awaken at least five elemental powers. He had silently counted when he was struck by lightning just now: wind, thunder, fire, earth, wood, water—a full six elements. It seemed the suffering he endured was not in vain.
“Speaking of which, congratulations, Shar.”
Seraphiel cleared his throat, then, like reciting poetry, congratulated Shar on his awakening and expressed hope that he would continue to lead the family forward and maintain its glory in the future.
Shar’s toes curled as he listened, enduring until it finally ended: “Is it that formal, Grandpa?”
“Be serious, so many people are watching,” Seraphiel said sternly, glaring at him.
Hearing this, everyone below the platform burst into laughter. Seeing that the atmosphere was sufficiently built up, light flowed in Seraphiel’s eyes, and the fire element around him surged, instantly transforming into several magnificent golden-red Phoenixes, trailing brilliant light tails, elegantly flapping their wings and circling.
Seeing this, everyone also mobilized their elemental powers, and various elemental magical creatures and splendid fireworks filled the night sky for a time, as if to illuminate the entire world.
However, under the same starry sky, in a dark and damp room in Knockturn Alley, Quirrell was painfully curled up on the frosted floor.
The purplish-black curse mark on his chest writhed like a living thing, each spasm bringing forth vivid drops of blood.
“That child’s blood…” The voice from the void intensified his seizures, and a blurry snake-faced illusion was reflected in his clouded pupils.
“Will be the key to my new body… The thousand-year glory of Lederos… will turn into the sweetest betrayal…”
