HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 130: Mix Of Many! ] (Patreon)

"I personally handled every step, and these are the results. I'm equally as surprised," Oswald said pointing at the pieces of parchment scattered on the coffee table.

[Charles Bell Ancestry]

[50% Human]

[12.5% Giant]

[12% Siren]

[3.5% Dragon]

[22% Unknown]

The giant part didn't come too much as a surprise, as Flitwick was almost expecting it, but the others baffled him.

Sirens, a type of merpeople that could be found in Greece, a distant cousin of the Merrows found in Scotland and Ireland. They were said to be exceptionally beautiful with angelic singing voices capable of placing others into a trance-like state. And although he had never met one in person on account of their rarity, he did know that there were some half-siren half-wizards out in the world.

What he couldn't wrap his mind around was the dragon part. As far as he knew it was impossible to breed dragons outside of their species. Even if you forgot about the glaring anatomical problem, dragons choose their mate through dominance so it was unlikely that anything but another dragon could survive the- ahem encounter.

"What is this?" Flitwick asked, indicating the line that was labeled 'Unknown'?

Oswald shook his head, "I'm not entirely sure either. It didn't match up to any of the magical signatures in our database."

"How is that possible?"

"It's not so strange, new creatures are being discovered every day," he explained before adopting a serious expression, "however, there's another reason why I left it blank?"

"Why?"

"The magical signature… it was similar to that given off by dementors," the Oswald revealed.

Flitwick narrowed his eyes and said in a menacing tone, "Just what are you insinuating?"

The larger man held his hands up in a placating manner, "Calm down Filius. What I meant is that the spells I used picked up an abnormal amount of dark magic in Charles."

"What does this mean?" the small wizard asked out loud in frustration.

"…I have a theory, though you might not like it," Oswald began hesitantly.

The professor looked up in confusion, "You do?"

With a nod the man stood up and retrieved a ledger from a nearby bookshelf and placed it on the table for his friend to look at. "What do you know of the Phoenix Clan, Filius?"

"I'm afraid not much other than rumors. A bunch of madmen that were eventually killed off."

"Then let me fill you in. They were a fanatical group that originated in China during the Tang Dynasty almost fourteen centuries ago, at one point having control of the entire eastern continent of Asia. Its founder was the infamous Empress Wu Zetian, a powerful sorceress who had climbed her way up to the throne using all manner of atrocities. She made them for one purpose, to help her attain the very power that the phoenix was known for, immortality. Even after her death the clan persisted in its search. They were a type that believed that the end justified the means no matter how immoral they were. When it was found out that the Phoenix Clan was experimenting on the children of the other Three Clans, they banded together and swore an oath to destroy the Phoenix Clan. Even though they were defeated, all of this was happening during Grindelwald's rein, so it isn't a stretch to think some could have slipped away in the confusion."

"So, what are you saying?" Flitwick questioned, his mind not liking the implications.

"I'm saying that there's a chance that Charles could be one of their experiments."

Flitwick was stunned.

"I know it must be difficult to hear your connection with the boy, but please keep an open mind. The Phoenix Clan were masters of alchemy, which they used to breed new magical creatures. In fact, it has been recently found out that the chimera and manticore were both their creations," the large man paused to make sure his friend was paying attention, "This would at least explain the diversity of magical signatures found in his ancestry test."

"I can't believe this," the teacher muttered as he clenched his hands. He recalled the smiling face of his favorite student joyfully laughing with his fellow Ravenclaws.

Oswald stood up and placed a hand on the smaller man, "Of course this is all a theory but the reason why I told you was so that you could understand the dangers of letting this information get out. If the Three Clans were ever to get wind of this, I'm afraid Charles would be placed in a dangerous position."

"I-I-I-" the part-goblin wizard looked at his friend asking for help.

"Don't worry, I'll make the appropriate adjustments to the ancestry test," the man said kindly, "If you or Charles should ever need my help don't hesitate to ask?"

Flitwick slumped in his seat mentally exhausted, "Thank you Oswald, I appreciate everything you have done."

"No Filius, thank you," the larger wizard said with a smile.

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Orphanage:-

Hmm, could the fake tooth have been too weak to show up on any of the scans. It had been a pain to create a tooth out of a dragon horn and then implanted it into my gums.

Charles Bell Ancestry Test

50% Human

25% Giant

25% Siren

Either way it wouldn't be hard to prove either claim. With my [Singing] skill I could mimic a siren's alluring song and I was already stronger than most humans.

[Singing] (Passive) LV 15 EXP: 0.03%

Description: Allows you to sing more beautifully. Your normal voice has a charming quality that subconsciously causes those who hear it to find you more attractive.

Effect: You are able to change the pitch of your voice to sound like anyone else.

Effect: You can place tiny creatures under your control while singing. ]

It was only strong enough to attract birds and insects, but I was sure it would get more powerful in future.

At that moment Hermes flew in through the window.

"Seeing as you're back so soon, I take it you were able to find their locations."

He bobbed his head.

"Good, then we attack tonight."