Chapter 171: Riajuu go die! (or) Someone must pay!

Chris groaned, that explains the murderous looks he was getting even at the selection tournament. Though at that time, madam here was prolly too worried about her 'niece' to care about punishing lil' Chrissy.



"And here I thought she was a decent person," muttered Chris.


"No," said Fleur, denying his words, "She really is a good person. It's just that b*tc— cough... that Louise has everyone fooled!" 


Her personal feelings also showed up when she was complaining about Louise. That girl really has everyone fooled! Only Chris saw right through the bitch. 



Which reminds her, 

"Chris," she called to him who lay on the couch. 


"Yeah?" He asked as he turned towards her. 


Fleur bent down to kiss his cheek, 

"This is for those photos of Louise. They destroyed her!"


She gave him another kiss,

"And this, is for the pendant," she said as she touched it, making it visible. 



"... You have to stop doing this. Kissing is not so common in Britain," muttered Chris as he sighed. 


These Frenchies are just too forward. A kiss on the cheek is as common as shaking hands. He's not become used to it even after two years of getting kisses from his mom. 



Fleur laughed, "Oh my, you're blushing!" She exclaimed. 


Chris touched his cheeks, "Am not!"


"Yes, you ar— ah? Where did it go?" The slight redness from Chris's cheeks had already vanished. 


Metamorphically speaking, the blush magically went away. 


Chris scoffed, "You might want to get your eyes checked, I don't blush," he said as he got up from the couch to leave the room. This is a new place, and he felt like exploring.


As Chris opened his door, the door beside France opened as well. It had Britain written on it. And from inside came two guys who were the representative of Britain. 



This wasn't anything out of ordinary but both the guys each had a beautiful woman with them who were wearing revealing clothes. This made Chris raise an eyebrow at the four. 



The guys also saw Chris. 

"Oh, who do we have here? The famous Chris Martin!" Said one of the guys, Dane Selwyn. 


The other one, Eugene Rowle, smirked as he tried to show off the woman/hooker whom he hand his arm around, 


"It seems that you are no different, are you? How much did your parents pay? Did you not even have enough left to enjoy yourself?" He asked as he leaned closer to the woman beside him.



Chris clicked his tongue. He could see the next taunt coming on his age from a mile away.  


He had some beef with these two. Or more like, they had beef with him. He obviously hasn't even bothered to waste a single thought on these Purebloods who came here through nepotism. 



The thing is, his club is just too successful and many shakes have realized its potential and now want to have a part of the pie. 



These two had also come to him, basically asking to have a partnership but saying it like they were doing him a favor by having executive positions in his clubs in a roundabout way. 


Chris had, of course, asked them to fuck off, in a much more straightforward way than they presented their proposal and that was that. They were just too small of mobs for him to do more. 



When Eugene asked if Chris had didn't have money to buy whores, Dane laughed as he lightly thumped Eugene's shoulder, 


"What are you even asking Gene? The boy is barely 13. I bet the only female he's ever been close to would be his mom," he said, and two burst out laughing hard as they bumped their fists.



Chris deadpanned at the two of them. He knew that this was all they can do against him. They can't threaten him using family background nor magic prowess. The only way they can vent is through this. Through verbal attacks. 


And, it's not like they could ever beat him even in this. 


He looked at the two of them as if he found them pitiful,


"I find it pitiful that you even have to buy the holes you fuck," he said, hinting at the fact that they bought their way here. 


"Try doing something without using your family for once, will you?" he asked.


He then turned to the two hookers, [Take cash from them before you do anything for them. Their families are going to go bankrupt soon, so it's better if you get your money early.] he said in Russian, deciding the two cocky Purebloods' fate. 


Are these two purebloods petty for attacking Chris because he rejected their offer earlier? Chris is much more petty, deciding on making their generations-old family go bankrupt for small matters. 



The two dudes couldn't understand what Chris said to the women, but they were now looking at the two of them warily, making them furious.


"You adolescent baby! What do you even know about the difference between fucking a bought hole or any other hole?!" Said Eugene heatedly, feeling insulted.


Dane also nodded, "Yeah! Don't pretend to be an expert when you're the most inexperienced one here!" He said while trying to sneer



But, before the two could celebrate their momentary victory, the door behind Chris opened and Fleur stepped out to see what the commotion was about.


And the two smirking dipshits had their jaws fall so low that you could fit four black cocks into them and their follow-up taunts and insults got stuck into their throats. 



She put her hands on Chris's shoulders and peeked at them from over his shoulder, "{Chris, did you already start fighting people within 5 minutes of your arrival?}" She asked exasperatedly in French. 


Though she seemed to have no alertness standing casually behind Chris even when the Dane and Eugene had their hands on their wand holsters since earlier. 



After that showdown between father and son that had ended with Chris showing his amazing Shield which he seemed to be able to conjure at any moment, she just can't take these mobs seriously. 



Dane and Eugene had never seen a girl quite as beautiful as Fleur and this was when she had all of her allure under control. And such a girl was so close to Chris was now giving them a cocky grin, like he knew exactly what they were thinking. 



Chris turned to Fleur, "It's nothing really, just a couple of fools from Hogwarts. Destroy them if they have a match against them, will you?" He said English since Fleur's English now was much better than it was in canon. 


Fleur nodded as she understood, "{ I definitely will! I still need to return the favor from the selection tournament,}" she said as she looked at the two with a cruel smile, but the two fools were still drooling.



{Anyways, if you have nothing better to do than to argue with fools, then just help me practice for a while before we go to lunch}


Chris sighed, he did have better things to do. He wanted to explore this place and meet new people, but these fools just ruined the mood. He's now feeling that he'll most likely end up with more conflict if he goes now. So, it's better to wait till lunch and go with Felice since he can just let her handle all the conflicts. 



"Fine," he said helplessly, to which Fleur got excited. 



"{Really? Then let's go!}" She smiled excitedly as she eagerly pulled him back into the room. 


And the door was slammed shut into the faces of two incredibly jealous gits who could no longer feel the same attraction to the whores sticking to them. 


Since Fleur talked in French, so the gits didn't even know what the two Frenchies were doing inside the room. And Fleur's eagerness and coy behavior made their imaginations go wild as to what they were doing inside…


If they knew Japanese culture, they'd only scream, 'Riajuu Go explode!!!'



The two could have never imagined that Fleur was currently seriously attacking Chris with a multitude of spells while Chris was countering while giving out pointers professionally. 


....


After entering her room, Felice had proceeded to sleep for an hour. She had to come here early and make arrangements and meet various people in advance. These matters were quite complicated and gave her a headache. 


She woke up to find that her room had a few wards placed on it to prevent her from detecting outside disturbances. She dispelled them and opened the door to find Chris and Fleur in the dueling space that was provided in the room.  


Both of them had stopped when they saw the door open. 


"Did we disturb you, headteacher?" Asked Fleur as she pocketed her wand. She was a bit out of breath, but since Chris was now able to openly share his pure magic Potions with her, she was not at all tired. 



Felice shook her head as she smiled at Fleur, "Not at all, Fleur. The spells you've cast on the door were perfect. Very advanced wandwork," she praised. 



Fleur has always been an ideal student, and Felice is very impressed by her recent improvement. 



"Um…head Teacher," Fleur smiled awkwardly. She wasn't the one who had cast those spells. Chris did. But before she could clarify, Felice interrupted her again. 



"Oh, don't call me headteacher, this is not Beauxbatons. I'm you just call me Felice or Miss Daniels. And I'm very happy that you're giving some last-day pointers to Chris. Just teach him so that he doesn't use those dirty tricks here and shame France!" 



According to Felice, Chris was incredibly talented but the skills he learned from that talent and his tactics were all specialized in trickery, deception, and false bravado. 


Why did he have to waste so much time learning Spell flicking when he could have spent that time learning much simpler and more useful spells?



And the time he used that summoning charm to summon all that debris to sneakily attack Louise? How reckless was he at that time?! All the debris was so sharp! It's incredibly fortunate that Louise didn't get completely skewed since his spell probably couldn't have more power and it's even more fortunate that it also didn't hit any vital spots.



Felice didn't know that the debris was sharp because Chris wanted it to be sharp and the debris didn't penetrate too deep and he didn't hit any vitals because he didn't want to get into trouble. Everything was under his control.



Since she doesn't know, she has a very bad impression of Chris, like he's dark. This also stems from the fact that his mother's family is known for using dark magic. 



On the other hand, Chris almost laughed when he saw this teacher making one wrong assumption after another.


"Uh… Miss Daniels," Fleur once again tried to clarify, but this time, Chris interrupted her,


"Can we go to lunch already? I'm hungry," he said as he rubbed his stomach. He'd not eaten much during breakfast because he got late in completing all of the pendants and didn't have time to eat. Plus, the hunger for the extra hours of the time-turner was also added. 


So, even though he wasn't hungry enough to eat from his stored stock and waste it, he was still hungry enough to not be willing to wait.



His impression in the eyes of this woman seems to be the absolute worse and he couldn't be bothered to clear every misunderstanding. She didn't seem important enough. He knows that not every person in this world would kiss his ass and naturally have a good impression of him and neither does he want that. Even the best person in the world would have haters. 



Felice frowned at the rude boy, but still nodded, "Fine, we can go," she said simply and she began to walk towards the door, though she was wondering just how spoiled he was to complain about hunger when he had just arrived after eating breakfast at home while she had been working hard here.  



Fleur wanted to say more, but Chris just gestured for her to let it go and they followed Louise out of the door. 



As they walked through the corridor, they saw many more of their fellow competitors coming out of their rooms to head toward the cafeteria. Chris again saw many countries that he'd never heard about, and many that he'd heard about, but we're supposed to be myths. 


Fleur also had similar thoughts, "There are so many countries I've never heard about!" 



As they walked, Fleur and Felice attracted many glances though both ignored everything through practiced ease and Felice began explaining certain things to Fleur.


"Before the wizarding populace went into hiding, the Wizarding communities from all over the world were connected, though none were united. And the body connecting them was called the Wizard's Council, created by Merlin," 

Chris nodded. Even JK had mentioned this 'Wizarding Council' a few times.

"This body had all kinds of wizarding communities. Some of these were known to the world while some preferred to have a secluded life,"


"But when the conflict between the muggle and Wizarding world increased to unmanageable levels, a majority of countries decided to go into hiding and those who weren't willing also had to unwillingly follow the decision," 


"The council soon disbanded after that due to many complicated reasons and the secluded countries went back into seclusion since they didn't want to join the various organizations that had started up in place of the Council like the ICW." 


Hearing Felice, Chris realized that this world was actually much bigger than he'd initially thought. Now the mythical countries he's heard about in the legends most likely exist for real. 


"Now, they only come in contact with the rest of the wizarding world for trade and competitions like this. Even at this event, many haven't decided to show up," she finished as they finally reached the cafeteria.


Translation: There are various hidden magical communities like Atlantis which have their own special magiks which he can now observe and learn from.

The cuisine was fully Russian. But that was completely alright with Chris. Chris is a hardcore foodie, as evidenced by how he always praises Andromeda's and Appoline's food, and he's not going to miss the chance to try out foreign food.


In his opinion, every country has at least a few dishes which you'd definitely find delicious.



They sat at a table that had a menu card on it. You just had to order whatever you want and it'll be there. 


"Nice," he muttered as he began ordering and tasting dishes one after another.


Blini (Russian pancakes) was the first thing he tried, and they were del.li.cious!

Then Pelmeni, or dumplings. These were also great! Slathered in butter or sour cream.



Then there were Beef Stroganoff, Syrniki, Kasha (Porridge), Borscht, Okroshka and Pirozhki. These were the things he liked. 


Though some dishes tasted odd, though he'd still not call them bad like Kholodets, Kwas and salo. They just weren't to his taste. 


He also had Nyxie taste them but it seems she prefers the treats filled with pure magic more. 


To make sure that they weren't disturbed by those who found Nyxei and Fleur too fascinating, he used the same magic he had been trying out earlier, Ignore-me, the variation of stealth that just makes people ignore them. With this, he thought no one should disturb his foodie time. 




Chris ate a lot and he ate very fast, but he was eating everything with proper table manners and decency, not like the now mob, Ron. 



Fleur and Felice looked at Chris's plate which was loaded and more food was appearing on it and then looked at their own plates in which they'd taken the bare minimum in order to stay slim and fit. 


"...."


Felice found this brat even more infuriating while Fleur wondered how he was so fit even after eating so much. And, why is his stomach not bulging out like a pregnant woman even after eating so much!



The thing is, everything was converted into magic power and energy with his inhuman metabolism and he also had metamorphism. And Chris really needed this too. He had put off his magic power into the pendants and along with a lot from his reserves and his energy was also drained from the extreme training. 



Within five minutes, he was already half full and was enjoying his time greatly. 


But… someone just had to ruin it! 



There was a commotion on his side then, a spell headed his way. Specifically, towards his lunch. 


Chris was fully immersed in his food-ism and thus, he didn't see the spell until it was too late. 


It felt as if time had slowed down for him, though it really hadn't since he can't handle time magic yet, it's just a figure of speech. 



He could see the spell heading towards his plate while his own hand reached for his wand. He realized that he won't be able to make it. The only way to stop it was through wandless magic which he could now do at a moment's notice. But… 



'Everyone would know,' he thought in frustration. 


Everyone would know that he can do wandless magic since both of his hands are above the table and he doesn't have any magical conduit in his hands. 



And that is something unacceptable since his enemies would then be prepared against his wandless attack. He's not afraid of these kids, but monsters like Vlad Merputin, against whom he needs every little advantage he can get. 



This was all the time he had, and he had, with great pain, decided to not use wandless magic. 


'But! I still won't give up!'



In his last-ditch effort, he kicked up a chair that was beside him into the air, directly between the spell and the food. 



*Bang*


The spell was blocked as it hit the sturdy chair.


Though unfortunately, due to the impact the chair fell onto the table, into his meal.


"....." 

Chris expressionlessly wiped the splashed food off his face with a wave of his wand. 

"Someone… is going to pay," he muttered through gritted teeth. 



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A.N.: brush, 3000 words already.


(Random facts: Louise no longer has her anal virginity. Hint: it was taken by a very sharp object which, of course, happened 'accidentally')