Wizard and Deat Reaper: Hogwarts
Chapter 25's

The Golden Trio and Toushiro went first to the Great Hall for lunch after the Transfiguration lesson was over the next day. The corridor towards the Hall was filled with children flocking towards the same direction, he said, take advantage of this break time to release fatigue by filling various types of food onto each plate and swallowing the contents – except the plate, of course. However, before they reached the end of the corridor that would take Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Toushiro to the Front Hall, a familiar voice stopped them.

"Oi, Hitsugaya!"

Toushiro turned around, so did the Golden Trio. Draco Malfoy and his two cronies stood at the other end of the corridor; crabbe and Goyle carried an old wooden crate and placed it facing Toushiro. The white hair frowned in wonder, while most of the students stepped aside, as if realizing the potential for muddiness

"What-what?"

"Receive this, Strange Child."

The furrow between Toushiro's eyebrows deepened upon hearing that line of ridicule. But his attention was turned to the wooden crate in front of him, whose iron latch opened as soon as Malfoy flicked his wand. The lid of the crate splashed open with a rattling sound due to rust on the hinge.

For a moment nothing happened. Only a ball of white gas shot out, hovering in front of Toushiro who looked alert. And then, everything changed. It became a tragedy.

With a loud bang, the ball of gas became denser, forming a black-haired teenage boy. The young man wore a kimono similar to a uniform for the Japanese Classical Defense Method lessons. But the expression on the handsome young man's face looked as if he was facing a gallows, holding a katana he held with trembling hands. Perhaps it was caused by a large wound that was stuck on his chest, soiling the top of his white kimono.

"Kusaka," whispered Toushiro, his eyes widened in shock. But the shock was nothing compared to all the students who saw the incident. In addition, out of nowhere came another man dressed in all black, pouring his weapon into the young man's heart, splashing blackish-red blood everywhere; many girls screamed in horror.

"I.. fight.. for Soul Society." said the young man, raising his useless weapon while blood dripped from his open wounds. "Why... should I... die…?"

The tar!

The figure of Kusaka disappeared, replaced by the form of a woman lying on the stone floor in front of Toushiro. Just this time Harry saw such a beautiful woman, whose heart-shaped face was framed with shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair. But the woman's eyes were open, displaying a grayish blue iris that displayed a frozen, empty fear. The woman was wearing a torn black all-round kimono here and there. There was a large wound that poured blood all the way to the floor from the woman's slightly open chest; Hermione smothered her mouth with a horrified expression, holding her scream. As Harry glanced at Toushiro, he saw the white hair fixated on the spot. Surprise and fear were evident in his eyes.

The tar!

The figure changed again. This time it was a young girl with a kind-hearted face who was at least the same age as Toushiro. For a few seconds, the dark brunettes brunette clap was just standing in front of the white hair, smiling softly, while Toushiro who looked at her looked in torment, saying her name without a word. And suddenly, a sword pierced the girl from behind, piercing through her heart; more screamed this time, and Hermione sobbed behind her hand. Toushiro's face paled, looking extremely struck.

The tar!

The boggart turned into a ball of gas, before forming a fourth figure. How surprised Harry saw the figure, which was none other than Toushiro himself, who wore the same all-black kimono as the previous two figures. However it was only this time that Harry saw a cold expression full of hatred displayed on the face of a Toushiro, who was staring at the real one who was in tremendous shock.

"You are weak," said Boggart-Toushiro slowly. The tone was cold, void, and gave off a feeling as if looking at a bottomless deep black hole. His voice seemed to bounce in the silent corridor in horror at the row of fear Toushiro. "You let them get hurt and die."

"A. I.." Toushiro said in a dry voice. His turquoise eyes implied suffering.

"All you do is fail" said the cunning Boggart, walking closer to the transfixed Toushiro. An inhospitable and threatening cold spread, centered on the Boggart. Harry hated to see Toushiro look desperate. He hated himself even more, who could not move. The Boggart raised his hand. For a split second, Harry thought that the fake Toushiro meant to strangle the real one. But apparently not. An ice dagger emerged from the empty air, grasped by the Boggart. "You always fail to protect them all... You think you're strong?" There was a wild glint in Boggart's eyes. "You don't even want to face your own strength.. You ran away from that power... Dan... You think you deserve to stay alive?"

This time, Toushiro stood up trembling. Harry looked around in panic. But all around him were students frozen in horror, unexpected. Harry grew even more horrified as Toushiro extended his trembling hand, receiving the sharp ice dagger.

"So," grinned the Boggart, while Toushiro gripped the dagger tightly to the point of injuring his palm. "You must pay for your failure with your death…"

"TOUSHIRO!"

Harry was almost shocked to hear Ichigo's blaring voice. The orange-haired youth burst forth from the horde of third-grade Hufflepuff girls who sobbed in fear. His face was hard. Quickly, Ichigo pushes Toushiro away from the frozen Boggart.

Seeing the opportunity, Harry forced himself forward, facing the Boggart-Toushiro, who then exploded with a loud tar sound. The dementor floated where the fake Toushiro had stood, his black robe rippling with the wind, while the cold that spread gloom and despair crawled all of them. Harry focuses his mind, believing himself that Toushiro is fine…

"Riddiculus!"

The dementor vanished, turning into another ball of gas that slid back into the crate. Harry hears Hermione whispering a spell to seal the chest. Everyone stared at the Boggart's defeat with a shaken expression. Harry realized that this shocking incident had made the teachers arrive. Looking ahead was the grim-faced Professor Dumbledore, then Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick who looked in shock. He could not read Snape's expression, whose eyes were staring at Boggart's silent chest. Umbridge was there too, and Harry hated to see the smile of triumph on his frog-like face.

"Tougoshiro!" Harry turned his head, seeing Ichigo rubbing the white hair's shoulders violently, making Toushiro's grip on the ice dagger slip. The uneven frozen dagger fell to the floor, instantly shattered in silvery granules, leaving only a deep tore wound on the palm of the white hair. Harry could see the panic mixed in Ichigo's face. However, Toushiro was just silent, his eyes seemed empty and dead.

"Tougoshiro! It's just Boggart!" ichigo exclaimed loudly, "You know about them! You know it's just a trick! They're all fine! There's nothing you need to fear!"

Toushiro blinked, looking at Ichigo who stopped shaking his shoulders. "You're wrong, Kurosaki.." Toushiro's voice sounded hollow.

Ichigo looked as if he had just been slapped. "W-what?"

"That's not a trick." whispered Toushiro. He clenched his hands until his knuckles turned white, blood flowing between his fingers.

Harry was almost sure he heard Ichigo's teeth bluffing. "Even if it's not a trick, don't let it drown you again!"

"But it's true that all I can do is fail!" snapped Toushiro, his facial expression was injured.

"You didn't fail!" reply Ichigo huffed. "You're always trying to protect them"

"Don't you see what I'm doing?! What the hell's been going on?! Kusaka's dead! Die, Kurosaki!"

Duakhs!

Toushiro is pushed back by Ichigo's fist on his cheek. A blood patch appeared on the corner of his lips. Some teachers and girls were shocked.

"Mr Kurosaki!" umbridge. "You-you"

"Shut up" Ichigo sighed, his tone intimidating like an angry snake. It was hard to say whether the 'silence' he said was aimed at Toushiro or Umbridge. Umbridge herself was silent, but threw an offended look at the orange hair. Ichigo did not look at him, he narrowed his eyes at Toushiro who wiped the blood with the back of his hand. "Wake up now?" the question was flat, hiding his emotions.

Toushiro stood up straight. He looked at Ichigo. Harry was rather horrified to see the face of the white hair return expressionlessly. All the shock over his four terrifying figures disappeared, except for his eyes which still seemed to bear sorrow. His turquoise eyes were directed at the chest containing Boggart. Ichigo looked at the chest as well. For a few seconds, everything was quiet.

"Destroy the creature" Ichigo said flatly. "Suppose it's all your fear and…"

"Needs." Toushiro glared at Ichigo sharply. "You don't have to say it." Toushiro raised his injured hand. "But thank you for hitting me, Kurosaki."

Harry had no idea what that meant. But the next second, he saw Toushiro reciting the spell somehow, confining himself and Ichigo with Boggart's wooden chest in a pale orange transparent cube.

"What's this?" ask Hermione in shock.

"The 31st Hadou," said Toushiro quietly, and a fireball formed in front of his bloody palm. "Shakkahou!"

The fireball shot towards the wooden chest that suddenly shook, as if the creatures inside were aware of the imminent danger. As soon as the spell hit the chest, a deafening huge explosion occurred. Those who saw the explosion had to raise the sleeves of their respective robes to protect their eyes from the glare of the blast light. And as they tried to see what happened after the explosion, they saw thick smoke almost covering their eyes to see what was happening inside the magic cube, two seconds later, it slowly. All of them could now see him, Toushiro and Ichigo standing in front of what had once been a chest containing Boggart. The crate was now just scorched pieces of wood and metal, with no contents. Boggart must have been destroyed because of the strength of the spell. Even the floor below it had fallen.

"Mr Hitsugaya! Mr Kurosaki!" umbridge exclaims wrath. "Cut fifty figures from Gryffindor for the use of spells in the corridors and damage the school property! You guys too-!"

The sound of a terrible roar that sounded suddenly made Umbridge stop in the middle of his sentence. Many children exchanged horrified looks at the sound. Panicked screams also sounded not far from them.

"What's that?" parvati asked in a weak voice.

"I will take care of this," Toushiro said without a tone, turning towards the Front Hall.

Ichigo clucked impatiently. "No. You don't have to…"

"Don't stop me, Kurosaki." Toushiro said in a muffled voice, as if restraining himself from yelling at his best friend.

"Then go."

Urahara has arrived. This time there was no strange smile that usually adorned his face. On the contrary, this time the teacher of the Japanese Classical Defense Method looked solemn. Toushiro looked at him, there seemed to be a hint of doubt. "Bloody Baron transformed into hollow – monster." Many children were shocked. "Gillian Level. If you want to overcome it, you have to move faster, and stronger kidou spells, before anyone gets hurt. But keep heart-ha-"

Toushiro has gone. Urahara looked at the sudden loss of the white hair among the crowd of children while shaking his head.

"Is it okay?" ichigo asked, frowning at Urahara as if he had given Toushiro dangerous task instructions.

"Well, he needs a distraction, eh?" said Urahara, his tone back relaxed.

"He's being shaken" Hermione said in a squeaking voice.

"Ah, right too," said Urahara, seemingly thinking as he rubbed his shaved chin unevenly.

Harry was sure he saw Ichigo's temple twitching in annoyance, before yelling angrily at his teacher in Japanese. "Idiot! If there's anything how?!"

"That's it," Urahara said, turning towards the Front Hall. "I think I should watch him, or I'll be slaughtered if we go home later by 'the lovers of Toushiro Hitsugaya'…"

Draco Malfoy stared at the chest that Boggart had been in. Only the Slytherin children remained, while the others began to disperse out of curiosity as to what had happened to the Bloody Baron.

"Draco, that was a brilliant idea" Pansy Parkinson said in a sweetened voice, intending to wander spoiled in her arms. But, Draco brushed it off rudely, ignoring the girl's shocked expression. Without a word, Draco turns around and leaves his astonished friends, going to Slytherin's recreation room.

He thought using Boggart was a good idea. Perfect. Let everyone see what could scare little Toushiro Hitsugaya. That was more than enough to humiliate him in public.

But he was wrong. Now, after seeing the fear that Toushiro Hitsugaya has, he only realized that he was wrong. Draco didn't think the kind of fear the white hair had was completely different from other children. Hitsugaya is not afraid of silly clowns, strange animals, ghosts, or other trivial things. What Toushiro fears goes beyond the fears of a fifteen-year-old boy; loss, failure to protect, and death. It was not his own death that Toushiro feared, but the death of others. Wait, even Tosuhiro was afraid of himself. Why could that be?

Draco stopped in front of a wall that became the entrance to his dorm room recreation room. More questions filled his brain. How could Hitsugaya have such a fear of terror? Why did Boggart-Hitsugaya mention that Hitsugaya was afraid of his own power? What kind of power does the child have? An uncomfortable feeling filled his mind. Is that guilt?

No. gabe. That's not.

But fear.

He faces a new fear of Toushiro Hitsugaya. Yep. It was likely the power that the transfer boy had. How Hitsugaya gripped the ice dagger scared him. He remembered the void in those eyes. He could see the silence there. He is ready to end himself. Unlike the other children he knew, unlike the adult witches he knew, Toushiro Hitsugaya was not afraid of his death.

Meanwhile, in the Front Hall, a number of students were fearfully encouraging their friends to stay away from the area. But instead, Toushiro walked quickly, almost running, against the flow of children who had left the Front Hall. The crowd began to thin, and Toushiro could see it. Under the steps towards the Front Hall, a strange-bodied creature stood there. His body was a large height, at least five meters high. The humanoid monster's face was covered in a bone-white mask that was shaped like a human skull, with black hair that was as disheveled as a lion's mane. The hollow skin was pale blue. Both his legs and hands were more like long, thin claws, like those of a spider, which were black chains scouring his legs and hands, the same chain shape for those who knew the ghost of Slytherin, Bloody Baron. His hollow hole was visible under his heart.

Toushiro hissing riled. It's true what Urahara said if this hollow is Gillian's level. But, how could the ghost of Hogwarts turn into a hollow? They are the ghosts of witches, there is a special contract that can make them able to survive in the Human World without fear of the threat of the hollows. The magic energy of the witches would not die with them, becoming a refuge for those who wanted to stay in the World. But, how could the Bloody Baron change, now?

The hollow roared as if in pain, shaking its claws wildly; ginny Weasley was too close to it!

With the shunpo, Toushiro moved quickly to pull Ginny away, then moved up the steps. Some students gasped in shock at Toushiro who had moved that fast.

"To-Toushiro?" ginny whispered surprised. He only saw the side looks of the pale face of his brother's friend. His face was pale expressionless, his eyes were straight on the monster a few meters away from them.

Toushiro released his grip on Ginny, then stood in front of her. "Fetch away from here."

"Eh?"

The monster growled at the figure of the white-haired boy in front of him. His instincts told him that the boy was the enemy. He should have stayed away from the boy. However, his instincts also felt an odd smell that disturbed his entire senses, giving rise to a feeling that tempted him due to an unspeakable hunger. The smell of fresh snow that should not be in early spring is like opium. Perhaps if he swallows the child the feeling will be satisfied. His hunger is far more important than his need to go.

Toushiro frowned, feeling the hollow reiatsu in front of him rise by one level. It's dangerous if it harms the witches. He cannot fight with his shinigami form, his disguise can be exposed. He can only fight with other techniques. And then, he leapt forward; ginny screamed behind him, too afraid to chase after him. The hollow noticed the arrival of his little enemy, trying to stall him with his claws. Toushiro nimbly dodged.

"The 31st Hadou: Shakkahou!"

The red fireball was fired back by Toushiro, hitting the hollow shoulder. The hollow retreated while growling furiously. It turned out that the spell was not strong enough even to finish off Boggart. But for now, the first step was to keep the hollow away from the young witches, only then could he attack more freely.

"The 33rd Hadou: Soukatsui!"

A blue-colored spiritual energy that was more like a fireball, like Shakkahou appeared in front of the injured Toushiro's hand. The fireball shot towards the hollow, who roared in pain from the hot embers. Toushiro was not surprised to see that the spell was still not strong enough. Urahara's right. He should use a higher spell.

"The 58th Hadou: Tenran!"

A typhoon formed in front of Toushiro's two hands that were directed at the hollow. The wind was successful in forcing him to retreat further into the middle of the courtyard.

"Toshiro?"

Toushiro's eyes widened in surprise. Neville Longbottom was not far from him. Judging from the direction it came from, it looks like Neville just came from the greenhouse. This is not the right time for her to come!

The hollow turned its sinister head towards the young witch who had just come. It could be felt that the white-haired boy was shocked, his attention being distracted. It's a good opportunity…

The Hollow shot rapidly towards Neville, who turned away in shock. What kind of monstrous monster is that?! He could only stand frozen in his senses, staring blankly at the hole in his bone-white mask. That long claw will kill him!

For a long few seconds, several events occurred at about the same time. Neville felt his body being pushed back, making him fall down, and there was a scream in the distance; toushiro's heavy voice also shouted something. Neville gasping. He did not feel any sharp objects from the monster that hit him. He's still alive…

Neville looked up tremblingly, seeing a very familiar figure standing in front of him. Toushiro stood in front of him, with his back he saw, becoming a shield for him.

Neville glared in horror, seeing droplets of blood littering the grassy ground in front of Toushiro. The masked monster took a step back, its neck seemed to burn.

"To-Toushiro-?" neville whispered in horror.

"Nobody can hurt my friends" said Toushiro coldly as the monster. Neville could not see Toushiro standing on his back.

The monster roared in wrath.

"Come," said Toushiro, his tone sharp full of anger, "no one can hurt my friends! Not again! Bakudou 63rd," a golden-colored energy spear appeared in Toushiro's hand, which lifted him into the air, "Hyapporankan!"

As soon as the spear shot through the air, it miraculously broke, becoming at least ten other spears and smashing into the monster who was growling in pain. Toushiro stepped forward, his hands raised, ready to cast another spell.

"63rd Hadou: Raikohou!"

This time an electrical energy shot out from Toushiro's fingertips, grabbing the deafening roaring hollow.

And then, the hollow opened its jaws. A ball of black-colored energy formed in front of his wide-open jaw. The cero!

"Bakudo 81st," said Toushiro, as soon as the energy ball was thrown towards him, "And me!"

The magical protector formed in front of Toushiro, forming an invisible wide field, protecting himself from the hollow cero. The sound of a loud crash sounded like the sound of a very bad thunderstorm roar.

"Toushiro.." whispered Neville in disbelief.

"He used too many spells."

Neville looked surprised. Urahara and Ichigo were already standing next to him. Ichigo looked grim, helping Neville to his feet.

"W-what is this? What - what happened?" ask Neville to panic. He looked at Toushiro who shot out another fireball at the monster. "Help her!"

"He doesn't want to be helped" Ichigo said. "He wants to finish this by himself."

"After all it is very disrespectful to disturb the fight of others, Longbottom-san," Urahara said calmly. Neville couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could they speak so calmly?!

"I'll tell you the details later" Ichigo said before Neville opened his mouth to protest. "After this is over and that damn midget is locked up in the hospital."

Toushiro again used the kidou mantra to constrict the hollow's plane of motion. He added another layer of kidou, so that the spiritual energy he released or the hollow would not be felt outside the protective wall.

"The 63rd Bakudou, Sajou Sabaku."

A golden-colored sand chain slid from Toushiro's arm, darting and shackling that hollow movement to the ground. The hollow fluttered, trying to break free. Even if it is blocked by kidou, it does not mean that Urahara and Ichigo cannot feel the killing air emanating from the Commander of the 10th Division.

Toushiro raised his hand. A blue lightning-like energy ball formed in his palm that was drenched in blood as a result of forcing himself to channel his spiritual energy there. "The 88th Hadou: Hiryuu Gekizouku Shinten Raihou!"

The lightning ball darted rapidly like a jet force, hitting the hollow body bound on the ground. An incredible explosion rang out and shook the ground, even though it was protected by a protective kidou. Thick smoke was bothering them to see what was happening. And then, as soon as the smoke cleared, they saw Toushiro standing up, turning his back on them and gasping for breath. In front of him, the Bloody Baron floated up. Just this time they were all looking at her face not creepy and covered in silvery blood. His face was clean, just like the old English nobility. The chains that were scrutinizing his body slowly decayed with the clattering sound of bells. The ghost of the Slytherin Subterranean Space stared at Toushiro gratefully, giving a reverent nod before disappearing in a silvery mist.

"Done," said Urahara lightly, walking towards Toushiro, whose kidou cube had also decayed, followed by Ichigo and Neville. "Hitsugaya. Are you all right?"

Toushiro turned around and Neville gasped in shock. Now he knows what hit the monster's claw when Toushiro protects Neville. The three deep scratches on the left side of Toushiro's face were now drenched in blood. Two of those deep nicks hurt her closed eyelids. Toushiro wiped the blood on his forehead, staring at Urahara with his healthy right eye.

"You think?" he says flat.

"It's ugly" Urahara commented.

"Rangiku-san will be nagging you," Ichigo added, his lips twitching withholding an inappropriate laugh in this situation.

"Let's fix it" said Urahara ceria. "I need to prevent you from having only one eye."

Ichigo pulls the hood of Toushiro's black robe to cover his face in shadow. He and Urahara then led him to the hospital wing, breaking through the crowd of children who were still in shock with the single fight that Toushiro won, with his bare hands.

Neville stared at Toushiro's distant back. Only traces of blood from the wounds on his face and hands were left on the cold stone floor.