There is a line in a movie that says there is only one disease in this world, and that is poverty.

This sentence couldn't be more appropriate to describe the Weasley family.

Although they were an authentic pure-blood family in the wizarding world, they had so many children that they lived a tight life every day.

If the two older sons, Bill and Charlie, could still get a little pocket money when they were in school, the family's finances began to become very difficult starting with Percy.

By the time it came to George and Fred, they probably had almost no pocket money. And it was even worse when it came to Ron and Ginny. They even had to use the textbooks, robes, wands, etc. left over by their brothers.

So whether it was Percy, the twin brothers, or the silly Ron, they all had an inexplicable desire for money deep down.

Especially the former, they always try to make money in school, and often even risk losing everything to participate in various gambling games.

Unfortunately, they had too little money on hand, so it was not until Harry received the prize money from the Triwizard Tournament and gave it to them that they finally gathered enough start-up capital to open a store specializing in selling various prank items.

But now, George and Fred received more than 300 gold Galleons at once, and instantly went from being penniless to having a huge sum of money.

After learning the truth, Ron's eyes were so jealous that they almost glowed green.

Looking at his two brothers showing off those glittering Galleons in front of the Gryffindor table, he finally couldn't help but complain to Hermione in a low voice: "Damn it! Why didn't you think of me when you had such a good thing?"

"You?" The girl glanced at the silly boy with a look of disgust. "You can't even turn a match into a needle, let alone shape the gold and silver soaked in magic potions into various forms required by customers. Tell me, what kind of work can you accomplish if you become an assistant? Don't you think you can get a generous bonus just by putting your name on the list?"

Ron was instantly speechless, and his already low mood became even lower.

Because he suddenly realized that he seemed to be a complete waste.

In terms of fame, he is no match for the famous savior Harry Potter.

The latter was even promoted to seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team in his first year because of his outstanding performance in flying class, and received extra care wherever he went.

In terms of intelligence and talent, Hermione, who came from a Muggle family, was far ahead of him. She was even able to attend the advanced Transfiguration training classes held by Professor McGonagall on weekends specifically for senior students.

As for Zuo Si...

Well, even Ron felt that he was not worthy of being compared with it.

Be it the "feat" of single-handedly defeating half of Slytherin House on the first day of school, or the later invention of the technology for making magic scrolls, as well as the honors and bonuses won by this, they were simply beyond his reach.

Even George and Fred, who were considered troublemakers and mischievous people, have now earned their first pot of gold through the knowledge and spells they have learned.

Anyway, the more Ron thought about it, the angrier he became, the more depressed he became, and the more he felt that he was useless.

Finally, as the string of reason broke, he quickly picked up his textbooks and schoolbag, stood up and left without saying a word, disappearing from everyone's sight.

"What you said just now hit Ron hard." Harry reminded with a slight sigh.

But Hermione replied nonchalantly, "This is for his own good. If this guy continues to mess around like this, his grades will be terrible by the time of the final exam. If he is expelled for this, that would be the most tragic and hopeless situation."

"Well, I hope you're right."

When Harry heard that he might be expelled for poor grades, alarm bells suddenly started ringing in his heart.

After all, even if Ron was expelled, he could go home and live with his biological parents and siblings, and he would not really leave the wizarding world.

But if he was expelled because of poor grades, he would have to return to the Dursleys, live with his annoying uncle, aunt and Dudley, and continue to lead that dark and depressing life.

Especially given the harsh personalities of his uncle and aunt, they will most likely continue to make sarcastic remarks to him.

So Harry would never allow this kind of situation to happen to himself, and secretly made up his mind to listen to the lectures carefully and complete the homework assigned by the professor in the future.

Just like that, after a brief exchange in the early morning, the little wizards of Gryffindor got up and went to the classroom where they had their morning spells class.

Since it had been almost two months since the first day of school, the first-year students were already quite familiar with Hogwarts, so no one got lost.

However, when Flitwick began to explain how to skillfully perform the levitation spell, Harry was surprised to find that Ron was not in class.

Hermione also discovered this.

The two looked at each other for two or three seconds, and soon decided to talk to this silly boy after class.

But what they never expected was that Ron never showed up from the end of the Charms class to lunch time, and even in the two classes in the afternoon.

There was no one in the dormitory, no one in the Gryffindor common room, and no one at the dining table in the hall on the first floor.

No one knew where this guy was hiding. Even the Weasley twin brothers and Percy didn't care about it. They just thought that their "little brother"'s old illness had recurred.

Don't worry about it, it will return to normal after a while.

I have to say that Ron’s position as the younger brother in the family is indeed a bit miserable.

On the one hand, there are so many brothers in the family, but there is also a younger sister who is younger than me.

So both my parents and my brothers took special care of my younger sister.

But for his youngest son and brother, usually it was just teasing.

Especially George and Fred, the two troublemakers, played pranks on Ron whenever they had nothing to do, causing considerable trauma to his young mind.

When the Halloween dinner started, there was still no sign of Ron. Harry and Hermione finally became impatient and ran directly to Zuo Si, who always sat alone in the corner, to explain the situation.

After hearing this, a very strange expression suddenly appeared on the latter's face.

He never expected that he had changed the trajectory of Hermione's life, causing her to not hide in the toilet and cry because she couldn't make friends as she did before, and eventually run into the troll that Quirrell let in, but Ron took the initiative to step forward and fill this position.

"Sos, what should we do now?" Harry asked in an uncertain tone.

"What else can I do? Let's eat first."

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently, resisting the urge to use fireball or death cloud magic to clear away all the fluttering bats on the ceiling above his head.

To be honest, he had no idea what was going on in the minds of these wizards to let such a dangerous animal into the dining hall.

You should know that bats carry more than thousands of viruses!

Among them, there are more than a dozen types that can cause death.

Although most of them will not be directly transmitted to humans, the problem is that even if "small ingredients" such as feces, saliva, hair, and debris fall on food, it will pose considerable health risks.

Not to mention the psychological and physical discomfort.

But most students obviously didn't care about this. They even looked up with interest to appreciate the visual effects blessed by magic, and ate the feast cooked by the house-elves with relish.

"But what about Ron? He must be hungry hiding alone. Isn't that too pitiful?"

Hermione was obviously affected by guilt and sympathy, and became depressed.

"Don't worry, eat first. After you're full, I'll take you to find him."

While making the promise, Zuo Si suddenly pulled out his wand without warning and cast a spell on several bats that were circling above his head.

moment!

Dozens of bats were thrown out by the invisible huge force, crashing into the wall in the distance, and then falling from the sky. It was obvious that his patience was almost at its limit.

Dumbledore obviously noticed this, and immediately smiled and said to Professor McGonagall beside him: "It seems that our genius is not perfect in everything. At least when it comes to hating bats, he can't control his emotions."

"But the spell that Soth just cast was great, wasn't it? He didn't even say the spell, he just waved his wand and it produced quite an amazing effect. If it was used on a human, the target would most likely be knocked unconscious." Professor McGonagall commented after swallowing the dessert in her mouth.

"I think it might be a variation of a levitation spell or a summoning spell. I don't know if you noticed that the bats stayed in the air for a very short time when they were pulled by a powerful force."

Professor Flitwick also made an analysis from a very professional perspective.

Since he was once a famous duel tournament champion when he was young, he also invented many spells and magic of his own in private.

Therefore, it was very clear how advanced the silent spell Zuo Si had just cast was; it was even far beyond the level that a student could achieve.

If the total amount of magic power in his body was not still a little immature, he would be fully qualified to be called a master of spells.

"Severus, what do you think?" Dumbledore turned his gaze to the head of Slytherin House.

Snape wiped his mouth with a napkin and responded calmly, "I don't have any opinion. Soth's talent is there, and anyone can clearly and intuitively feel it. So I am no longer surprised by the things he has done. Compared to these, I am more worried about some of his ongoing research."

"Some research?" Professor McGonagall looked puzzled.

"Well. Not long ago, a Slytherin student reported to me that an explosion was heard near South's dormitory. Although I didn't find any signs of damage when I went to check, I always felt that it must have been repaired by a spell." Snape calmly told the information he had at present.

Although he also tried to find a few roommates for Zuo Si.

But no first-year Slytherin student dared to live under the same roof with him.

Not to mention the first graders, there are almost no senior students who have such courage.

"Explosion?! Do you think Soth is developing some incredibly powerful killing spell?" Professor Flitwick raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's not that I think so, but he is already doing it. If nothing unexpected happens..."

Before Snape could finish his words, he saw Quirrell stumbling in from outside, shouting in panic, "Giant...Troll! It's a troll! It's in the basement now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

I have to say, this guy's acting skills are pretty superb.

Especially the feeling of powerlessness at the moment of fainting, it is absolutely difficult to tell whether the performance is real or fake.

When the students who were enjoying a sumptuous dinner heard the news, the whole hall suddenly fell into chaos.

Some students from wizarding families who had heard about how terrible trolls were dropped the food in their hands and tried to run to the common rooms of their respective colleges.

In order to maintain order, Dumbledore had to stand up, raise his wand, and fire several ear-piercing fireworks in one breath.

After order was restored, he immediately ordered in a serious tone: "Prefect, take the students of your college back to the dormitory immediately."

"Don't panic! Follow me! Don't get separated. Especially for the first-year students, as long as you follow my instructions, you don't have to be afraid of any giant monsters."

Percy stood up before the other prefects could react, and gave orders to the Gryffindor students in a strange tone.

Seeing his pretentious look, Zuo Si couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head, and whispered to Harry and Hermione who were sitting next to him: "Let's go, we should go find Ron. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be with the troll now."

"What! How did you know?" Hermione's eyes widened in shock.

"Just some simple divination and tracking. Okay, stop asking so many questions and just follow me."

While speaking, Zuo Si stood up from his chair, and while the class leaders were busy organizing the students to evacuate the hall, he quickly cast an Invisibility Spell and disappeared from everyone's sight with the two little ones.

Because of the constant True Seeing on the magic ring, he could always see the positions of Hermione and Harry.

Whenever the two of them went the wrong way due to nervousness, he would immediately reach out and correct them.

In front of all the students and professors in the school, the three of them quickly walked through countless stairs and corridors and came straight to the huge statue of a lion-headed eagle.

Sudden!

A black figure appeared at the corner, frightening Hermione and Harry so much that their hearts stopped, and they subconsciously covered their noses and held their breath.

Because the person who came was none other than Snape, who often caused trouble for Gryffindor students and deducted points from them.

At this moment, his face looked much gloomier than usual, and his eyes were flashing with a terrifying cold light.

Fortunately, Snape didn't notice anyone here and quickly passed by and disappeared in the distance.

When he was completely gone, Hermione and Harry opened their mouths and took in big gulps of fresh air, while at the same time lifting the invisibility effect brought about by the Disillusionment Charm.

"Damn it! Why is he in a place like this? Shouldn't all the professors be on the first floor?" Harry asked in confusion.

"It looks like he's heading towards the third floor," Hermione speculated in a low voice.

Just when the two kids were about to say something, Zuo Si interrupted them and said, "Well, what Professor Snape does has nothing to do with us. Compared to this, you should worry about the troll a little bit."

"Troll? Oh my God! What's that smell? Did someone shit in the corridor?" Harry immediately covered his mouth and nose again.

Hermione was so irritated by the stench that she leaned against the wall and retched, almost vomiting out all the food she had just eaten.

However, after a few seconds, their adverse reactions quickly disappeared, and they were frightened out of their wits by the horrifying scene they saw.

I saw a huge creature slowly walking out from the end of the corridor.

It is nearly four meters tall, its skin looks dull and gray like rock, its body is huge and bulky, but its head is disproportionately small.

One of the arms was dragging a wooden stick as thick as a small tree. It was estimated that the man would be killed immediately if hit by the stick.

As for the pungent stench, it naturally came from the monster.

Needless to say, this guy is a troll, a creature similar to a giant but with extremely low IQ.

Bang-bang-bang-bang

Every time the giant monster in front of him took a step forward, the ground around him would tremble slightly.

As luck would have it, the vibration of the ground startled Ron who was hiding in a storage room nearby, causing him to curiously open the door and take a look.

It would have been fine if you hadn't looked, but when you did, you'd just met the troll's little eyes that were full of "wisdom".

Poor Ron's muscles stiffened instantly, and sweat soaked his clothes in less than a few seconds, and flowed down his forehead and cheeks.

For an eleven-year-old little wizard, a giant monster that is nearly four meters tall is absolutely an invincible opponent.

But the problem was that he didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved he would be smashed into a meat patty or minced meat by the thick stick.

"I...what should we do now?"

Hermione was obviously panicked, and even her voice was trembling.

Although she had learned quite a few spells, she was very aware that she had absolutely no practical experience. In this highly nervous state, her tongue kept getting tangled and she couldn't pronounce each spell accurately.

In contrast, Harry showed his brave side. He quickly took out a scroll that he had not used before and activated a barrier spell without saying a word.

“There are so many obstacles!”

A beam of energy immediately gushed out from the front of his wand and hit the huge body of the troll.

Since this scroll was made by Zuo Si himself, it still caused some obstacles and influences to it.

At least the giant's movements became much slower, and it looked like slow motion.

"Now! Ron! Run!" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs.

When Ron heard his friend's voice, he immediately activated his survival instinct. He took a big step and ran towards the three people, not daring to look back to see if the troll was chasing him.

Because of its large size, one of its steps is equivalent to ten steps of an eleven-year-old boy.

He caught up in the blink of an eye.

Especially Ron, who was running wildly, could clearly feel that the shaking of the ground was becoming more and more violent.

Just as Harry was about to activate another Sleeping Charm, Zuo Si raised his hand to stop his wasteful behavior, took out his wand and said with a smile: "Don't waste your energy. The troll can't be dealt with by a mere Sleeping Charm. Leave the rest to me."

Before he finished speaking!

He raised his wand and aimed it at the feet of the running troll, instantly shooting out a large greasy stain.

Because the distance was controlled very accurately, the oil stain just landed on Ron's heel and did not cause any impact on him at all.

But the giant monster following closely behind stepped on the grease, fell to the ground with a bang, and had a close and intimate contact with the hard marble floor.

Because of his incredible weight, when he fell down, he even created spider-web-like cracks on the ground.

Without a doubt, this was a magic transformed into a spell - Grease.

Although its level is really low and there is no threshold to learn it, it can definitely be used to great effect against those huge creatures.

Most importantly, this spell can ignore the target's own magic resistance. Once it is applied, the friction between the feet and the ground will become negligible.

Just look at the way the giant monster keeps struggling, falling, struggling again, and falling again, and you will know how helpless it is with this small pool of oil.

"Is this... done?"

Harry's mouth opened in disbelief.

He originally thought that Zuo Si would cast some powerful spell that he had never seen before to knock down or kill the giant monster.

But the reality is that it is easy to make a seemingly invincible monster unable to rise again just by splashing a sticky oil stain with a magic wand.

尤其是巨怪那副狂暴滑稽的样子，简直就像是被玩弄于股掌之上的小丑。

“搞定？”左思意味深长的摇了摇头。“不，不，不，我只是单纯限制了一下它的移动而已。接下来才是最精彩的部分。”

伴随着急促的喘息声，罗恩终于从走廊的另外一端跑过来，上气不接下气的问：“学……学校里……怎么……怎么会有巨怪？”

“不知道。我们也是听奇洛教授说有巨怪闯进来才知道的。对了，你没受伤吧？”

哈利十分关切的在好友身上摸来摸去。

“别担心，我没事，就是又累又饿。”

死里逃生的罗恩一屁股瘫坐在地上，整个人仿佛虚脱了一样。

就在他想要对这些前来营救自己的朋友说一声谢谢时，突然看到左思的魔杖前端开始闪烁着令人不寒而栗的白光。

下一秒……

远处的巨怪不知为何开始越变越大、越变越大，直到膨胀到把整个走廊彻底塞满。

轰！！！！！！！ 剧烈无比的爆炸瞬间席卷了整条走廊。

包括玻璃、两侧房间的门、天花板，以及脚下的大理石，全部都在震耳欲聋的巨响中四分五裂。

大量的碎石和尘埃在空气中纷飞，其中还参杂着血浆、内脏和肉块之类的东西。

当一切平静下来之后，地上的巨怪已经彻底不见了，取而代之的是糊在墙壁、天花板和地面上大量散发着恶臭气味的血肉混合物。

偶尔还能看到断裂成一小节一小节白色带着血迹的骨头散落在周围。

亲眼目睹了这一幕的罗恩瞠目结舌，整个人就像傻了一样一动不动的坐在地上。

哈利则用力掐了下大腿，以便确认这不是自己出现了幻觉。

至于赫敏……

终于在视觉和嗅觉的双重冲击下彻底把晚饭全部吐了出来，根本不敢去看通道里那血肉模糊的惨烈景象。

足足过了好几分钟，等哈利从无法用语言形容的震惊中回过神来，他立马就忍不住失声问道：“你刚才干了什么？”

“没什么，不过是一个威力稍微强了一点点的粉碎咒而已。”左思避重就轻的回答道。

他才不会告诉对方，这个魔法之所以能达到如此恐怖的破坏力，其根本原因在于加入了部分肿胀咒。

简单来说，就是先让目标从内部开始疯狂肿胀到身体所能承受的极限，然后再由粉碎咒进行引爆。

在引爆的一瞬间，吹胀的身体就会像气球被尖锐的东西刺破所产生的效果一样。

“这威力可不是强了一点点那么简单！我从没有听说过历史上有哪个巫师，能够用粉碎咒直接把一个巨怪炸得尸骨无存。”

可能是情绪太过于激动的关系，罗恩的声音似乎带着一丝颤抖。

此时此刻，他终于明白为什么斯莱特林学院的学生一提起左思，眼神中立刻便会透露出恐惧之色。

能够在一年级的时候就弄出这种魔咒，基本可以确定其未来不是第二个邓布利多，就是第二个伏地魔或者盖勒特·格林德沃，又或者超越这些人达到历史上那些伟大巫师的高度。

与这样的人结下仇怨，要是不担心害怕才怪呢。

“你不知道并不意味着不存在。相信我，邓布利多校长、斯内普教授、麦格教授、弗利维教授应该都能做到类似的程度。”左思意味深长的解释道。

不过就在这句话刚说完的刹那，突然听到身后传来邓布利多的声音。

“抱歉，可能要让你失望了。我们当中可没有任何人能够做到仅用一个魔咒就将巨怪炸成这副样子，即便是我也不行。”

“教……教授！”

被当成抓了个现行的赫敏立马变得无比紧张，赶忙用魔杖弄了点清水将嘴巴和鼻子冲洗干净，然后像犯了错的孩子一样低着头不敢与格兰芬多的学院长麦格教授对视。

跟女孩的反应差不多，哈利和罗恩也变得异常紧张。

因为他们看到了斯内普的眼睛里闪烁着名为愤怒的火光。

在知情者的眼中，明白这是他在为哈利·波特的安全担心。

但在不知情者的眼中，完全就是一场可怕的噩梦。

只有左思一如既往保持镇定，面带微笑的说道：“您真是太谦虚了，校长。我相信许多常用咒语由您来施展，其威力恐怕会让许多人都没有办法辨认的出来。”

“不，索斯。谦虚的人不是我，而是你。”邓布利多径直走到刚才方发生爆炸的中心位置，仔细检查了一下巨怪残留的遗憾，以及仍旧残留的魔力，很快露出了惊讶无比的表情。“这是一个复合咒语？你把多个咒语融合到一起形成了一个新的咒语？”

左思不以为意的回应道：“算是吧。您知道的，我是麻瓜家庭出身，所以经常喜欢站在科学的角度去看待魔法，进而获得一些被大部分巫师忽视的灵感。”

“又是麻瓜世界的科学？”邓布利多对此明显十分感兴趣。

左思轻轻点了下头：“没错，又是科学。确切地说，麻瓜世界的科学本质上就是透过观察和研究，发现并找到客观存在事物的规律。而这些规律在整个世界都是通用的，魔法虽然可以在某种程度上对其进行影响、控制乃至扭曲，但大部分时间依然可以正常发挥作用。”

“非常新颖的说法。也许我应该请你在麻瓜研究课上阐述自己的观点，以便让学生们能够对科学有更多更好的认知，并且将其运用到魔法中去。另外，介于你这次出色的表现，而且还创造了一个新的咒语，我决定给斯莱特林加上三十分作为奖励。”

伴随着邓布利多这番话脱口而出，那个象征斯莱特林学院积分的沙漏立刻涨了一大截。

“其实加不加都无所谓，您知道的，我对这些根本一点也不在乎。”

左思丝毫没有掩饰自己对于这种无聊把戏的蔑视，哪怕斯内普对他使用了好几次“死亡之瞪”也没用。

邓布利多笑着说道：“也许你并不在乎，但有很多人非常在意。另外，你总是这样跟自己学院的同学闹别扭可不太好。我希望你能跟他们和解，然后愉快的在一起度过几年时光。”

“抱歉，我做不到。对于那些浑身上下散发着腐朽恶臭的家伙，我可不觉得有跟他们好好相处的必要。不好意思，我今天的工作还没有完成，就不陪您在这里闲聊了。告辞。”

说完这番话，左思单手抚胸向在场所有的教授鞠躬致意，紧跟着便头也不回的转身离开。

他在面对这群教授们强势的表现，顿时让哈利、罗恩和赫敏吃惊不已。

不过还没等这是那个小家伙回过神来，斯内普就厉声质问道：“你们到底在玩什么鬼把戏？想要当英雄？还是说救世主的头衔已经满足不了你那日益膨胀的虚荣心，波特。还有你，赫敏·格兰杰小姐，难道你以为自己学会了几个咒语就能对付一个成年的巨怪吗？”

麦格教授也在一旁帮腔道：“为什么不老老实实跟随级长回到寝室去？今天算你们走运，没有被巨怪打碎脑袋或是被吃掉，不然的话我都不知道该怎么向你们的父母交代。”

眼见两位教授同时发火，哈利跟赫敏根本不敢进行任何辩解，就如同等待宣判的犯人。

最终，还是罗恩强忍着对于斯内普和自家学院长发自灵魂深处的恐惧，小声说道：“教……教授，他们其实是来找我的。我从今天早上开始，就一直躲在这一层的储物间，并不知道外面发生了什么。如果不是有他们和索斯帮忙，我想我现在应该已经死了。”

“什么？你一个人躲在储物间做什么？”麦格教授下意识皱起眉头。

“呃——因为我今天早上稍微受了一点打击，所以想要找个没人打搅的地方静静。”罗恩有些难为情的回答道。

“所以是你藏起来的关系，导致赫敏和哈利有些担心，并且私下里找索斯帮忙寻找，对吗？”

麦格教授一下子就搞清楚了来龙去脉，脸上原本生气的表情也变得稍微缓和了一点。

毕竟格兰芬多强调的特质就是勇气。

而为了朋友不顾危险，自然也是勇气最高的表现形式之一。

所以她的眼神中甚至透露出赞许之色。

不过死罪可免、活罪难逃。

为了防止类似的事情再度发生，麦格教授还是含泪扣掉了罗恩五分，但同时又给哈利跟赫敏加了十分。

就这样，一场小小的骚乱在左思的插手下被轻而易举的解决。

没有人受伤，也没有任何一名学生死亡。

When the three little ones returned to the Gryffindor common room, and sent the frightened Quirrell back to his office, Snape immediately lowered his voice and asked Dumbledore: "What's going on with this Quirrell? He seems to be spying on the Philosopher's Stone hidden under the trapdoor. And I suspect that the troll might have been secretly let in by him."

"You don't need to know too much. Just keep an eye on Quirrell and keep Harry Potter safe."

Dumbledore had absolutely no intention of explaining.

Because he is a very deep-minded person, he always likes to keep all kinds of secrets in his mind.

Only when it is needed will it be shared with others.

Protect secrets, manage secrets, hide behind the scenes and plan everything quietly.

This is Albus Dumbledore, who is known as the greatest wizard of our time.

Snape undoubtedly knew this old man who had caught his weakness very well. He narrowed his eyes and continued to test, "What about Thors? The spell he used today is almost comparable to or even surpasses many dark magics."

But Dumbledore shook his head and said, "But that is not dark magic after all. It is just a slightly more powerful Crushing Curse. I will handle the matter of Soth myself. You don't need to interfere too much."

"That's not as simple as just one point. Forget it, since you already have an idea, I'll just let it go."

After that, Snape ignored Dumbledore and turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Almost at the same time, in the Gryffindor common room, Harry, Hermione and Ron were gathered together, discussing in a low voice what had happened before.

Ron, who had the worst academic performance, vowed, "I swear on all my pocket money for the next few years that the spell that Thors cast on the troll was definitely not a crushing spell, but a terrible black magic."

"If it was dark magic, why didn't the professors stop it or warn him after seeing it?" Hermione questioned. "Don't forget, Headmaster Dumbledore mentioned that it was a new spell formed by combining multiple other spells. So I think it should be the amazing effect produced by combining several ordinary spells together."

"Whether it's dark magic or not, I think Thors's performance is simply awesome. I bet he must be the best student in Hogwarts history. Professor Flitwick once said that even when that person first came to Hogwarts, he didn't perform to Thors' level."

The savior Harry Potter seemed to have become a loyal fan of Zuo Si, and his tone was full of undisguised admiration.

Hermione nodded in agreement. "I totally agree with you. In fact, I have learned a lot of spells and spell-casting techniques from Soth. Sometimes I even have the illusion that he is more knowledgeable than the professors."

"Can you let him teach us? Especially spells!" Harry asked with shining eyes.

"I'll ask tomorrow. But don't hold your hopes too high. South hardly pays attention to Hogwarts students. Unless you can show extraordinary talent or intelligence. Well, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed now. I still have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

Hermione stood up and quickly ran into the girls' bathroom, intending to clean off the bad smell left on her body after vomiting.

As for the other two, they sat together with great interest and discussed the spell to kill the troll for another half an hour before taking a bath and going to bed.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

In his dream, Harry dreamed that he could also be like Zuo Si, raising his wand to easily blow up one terrible monster after another into pieces, and also killed Voldemort, the enemy who killed his biological parents.

On the other side, Quirrell was hiding in his office, trembling, looking through the mirror at the desperate and terrified face on the back of his head, begging bitterly: "Master! Great Master! Please forgive me this time! I really tried my best!"

"Shut up! Idiot! What's up with that first-year student named Soth? Why does he master such a powerful spell?"

There seemed to be a raging rage in Voldemort's tone.

"I... I don't know much. I only know that he was born in a Muggle family, but was sorted into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat, and he defeated half of the students in the school on the first day of school. Not only that, he also invented a technology called magic scrolls, which can store spells inside."

In order to escape punishment, Quirrell quickly told all the information he knew.

After all, he had been trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone all this time, so he didn't pay much attention to what Zuo Si was doing.

"Soth? From a Muggle family? How is that possible!"

There was a hint of surprise in Voldemort's tone.

This cruel and merciless Dark Lord witnessed with his own eyes the bloody scene of the troll exploding.

Although there was no trace of black magic around, the destructive power of this explosion spell was far greater than that of many black magic spells.

Such a spell is not something that a young wizard of Muggle origin, or even many people with the title of "Master of Spells" can easily perform.

But after a brief surprise, Voldemort quickly came to his senses and said with a sneer, "Find a way to bring him to me. Remember! Don't let Dumbledore or Snape notice."

"Master, do you want to take him in for your own use?" Quirrell asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.

"Of course! A genius like this cannot be a real Muggle-born. One of his parents or grandparents must be a wizard. And if I can get his help, the time for my return will be greatly advanced."

As he said this, Voldemort's tone was clearly filled with impatience.

With only a small remnant of his soul left, he was fed up with the feeling of weakness and powerlessness.

Especially now that he is still in Hogwarts, he might be discovered by Dumbledore at any time.

When Voldemort thought of the professor who had seen through his true nature from the very beginning, it was as if a fire was burning in his heart.

In addition, whenever Harry Potter, who caused him to lose everything, appeared, he would instantly fall into uncontrollable madness and rage and be unable to extricate himself.

There is no doubt that these negative emotions are like a poisonous snake, madly biting and devouring the Dark Lord's mind, thinking and rationality.

(End of this chapter)