The Great Hall fell into a stunned silence after Itachi’s revelation. Even the ever-curious Hermione stopped breathing.

"Toji Fushiguro?" Harry echoed, eyes wide. "But how, and why?"

Itachi sighed. "The why is simple. He was a target. An anomaly in a world full of sorcerers."

"And the how?" questioned Luna Lovegood, Itachi’s wife.

"He had a restriction," Itachi answered, gaze distant. "That made him formidable."

The silence that followed was eerily heavy. Harry glanced at Hermione who was, no doubt, processing the information.

Ron, not one to let the silence linger, chimed in. "So, you got beaten by a muggle?"

With a soft smile, Itachi corrected, "Not just any muggle, Ron. The Sorcerer Killer."

McGonagall broke her silence, "Is this Toji Fushiguro still alive, Mr. Uchiha?"

Itachi shook his head slowly. "No, ma'am. He's not."

"How did he die?" Hermione asked, her brows knit in curiosity.

"His son," replied Itachi, "Megumi Fushiguro, killed him."

Hermione gasped. "His son?"

"Yes," answered Itachi. "He died at the hands of his own blood."

A heavy silence fell again. This time, it wasn't broken.

The tale was a grim one, even by Hogwarts’ standards, and left everyone contemplating.

At dinner, the students were quieter than usual. The story of Toji Fushiguro had left a mark.

It was only later in the evening that Ron asked, "So, why did you tell us that story?"

"Because," Itachi replied. "Not all power comes from magic. Remember that."

They nodded in understanding. The lesson was a valuable one.

That night, as the moon cast long shadows over Hogwarts, Harry Potter could not help but think of Toji Fushiguro.

A muggle who held so much power, he was feared by wizards. It was truly a thought-provoking tale.

Unbeknownst to him, Hermione and Ron shared similar thoughts. Magic was not the only type of power.

As Itachi rested beside Luna, he found that he was reminiscing about his fights with Toji, a smile gracing his lips.

His tale was not one of regret, but one of respect for a man who had defied all odds and norms.

The Sorcerer Killer, Toji Fushiguro, lived on. Not in a body or as a spirit, but as a story that taught a valuable lesson.

And that lesson was important, not just for Hogwarts, but for the entire wizarding world. Not all power, after all, was magical in nature.

It was a silent acknowledgment that the muggle world holds its own formidable strength. And sometimes, it pays to realize and respect it.

For Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of Hogwarts, it was a story that would stay with them for a lifetime.

Because the tale of Itachi Uchiha and Toji Fushiguro was not just a story. It was a message. A lesson. And a testament to the sheer force of the human spirit.

And as the sun rose, marking a new day, the students of Hogwarts began to understand that there was more to power than they could ever learn from their magic textbooks.

It was a lesson that remained etched within their hearts as they walked the path of magic, forever reminding them of the unforgettable tale of the Sorcerer Killer.

And so, the story of Itachi Uchiha and Toji Fushiguro, the Sorcerer Killer, lived on. A haunting tale that crossed the boundaries of worlds and served as a reminder that true power could very well stem from the most unexpected of places.

Not magic. Not sorcery. But the sheer, indomitable will of a human spirit.

It was a lesson that, in time, echoed throughout the halls of Hogwarts, shaping generations of witches and wizards. And so, the legacy of the Sorcerer Killer lived on.