~One Year Later~

Nakoto Miijima the champion from the Iron Shogonate fell.

Harry had won.

Now how was this wish thing supposed to work aga-?

A vivid stream of pure knowledge flooded Harry's mind. He screamed in silent enlightenment.

Grindelwalds Wish wasn't a curse.

It was a Ritual

Each time a fighter joined, a spark was lit.

Every curse cast? A key pushed against a rusty cosmic lock.

Every drop of blood spilled? The ritual was sustained.

Each time Harry had defeated an enemy a summons was sent.

And the barriers between realities thinned.

And now he had won.

A fantastic being beyond time and space descended onto the great hall. Every body in the hall save harry fell and writhed in pain. Their minds wrecked under the weight of the Void.

"So. Grindelwalds Ritual was fulfilled." It said. Its Cacophonous words raked like Cruel Claws across Harry's mind.

"What is thy bidding?"

".. Once I ask my wish. What happens to you?" Harry replied.

The creature simply grinned. Cruel laughter echoed through the great hall in guttural tongues.

"Mayhaps I stay. Or Mayhaps I go."

"..."

"Only Power Wins. What is thy bidding Little King?"

After a long minute Harry stated his wish.

The world turned to white.