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 chuckled 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 startedled 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 followed 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.
Especially the troll's violent and funny appearance, it was like a clown being played around by others.
"Done?" Zuo Si shook his head meaningfully. "No, no, no, I just restricted its movement. Now comes the most exciting part."
Ron finally ran over from the other end of the corridor with a quick gasp, and asked breathlessly, "How...how come there is a giant monster in the school?"
"I don't know. We only found out about this when Professor Quirrell told us that a giant monster had broken in. By the way, are you okay?"
Harry touched his friend all over with great concern.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, just tired and hungry."
Ron, who had escaped death, slumped to the ground, looking as if he had collapsed.
Just when he wanted to say thank you to these friends who came to rescue him, he suddenly saw the tip of Zuo Si's wand began to flash a chilling white light.
The next second...
For some reason, the giant monster in the distance began to grow bigger and bigger, until it expanded to completely fill the entire corridor.
Boom!!!! The extremely violent explosion instantly swept the entire corridor.
The glass, the doors of the rooms on both sides, the ceiling, and the marble underfoot were all shattered into pieces with a deafening roar.
A large amount of gravel and dust was flying in the air, mixed with things like plasma, internal organs and meat.
When everything calmed down, the giant monster on the ground had completely disappeared, replaced by a large amount of foul-smelling mixture of flesh and blood stuck on the walls, ceiling and ground.
Occasionally, you can see bones broken into small pieces and covered in blood, scattered around.
Ron, who witnessed this scene, was dumbfounded and sat on the ground motionless like an idiot.
Harry pinched his thigh hard to make sure he was not hallucinating.
As for Hermione...
Finally, under the double impact of vision and smell, he vomited all his dinner and did not dare to look at the bloody and tragic scene in the corridor.
After several minutes, when Harry recovered from the shock that could not be described in words, he immediately couldn't help but ask in a lost voice: "What did you just do?"
"It's nothing, just a slightly more powerful Crushing Spell." Zuo Si answered evasively.
He would never tell the other party that the fundamental reason why this magic could achieve such horrific destructive power was because of the addition of some swelling spells.
To put it simply, it is to let the target swell wildly from the inside to the limit that the body can bear, and then detonate it with the crushing spell.
At the moment of detonation, the inflated body will have the same effect as a balloon being punctured by a sharp object.
"This power is not just a little bit stronger! I have never heard of any wizard in history who could use the Crushing Curse to blow a troll to pieces."
Perhaps because he was too emotional, Ron's voice seemed to tremble a little.
At this moment, he finally understood why the students of Slytherin College would immediately reveal fear in their eyes when they mentioned Zuo Si.
Being able to cast this kind of spell in the first grade, it is basically certain that in the future he will either be the second Dumbledore, the second Voldemort or Gellert Grindelwald, or he will surpass these people and reach the heights of the great wizards in history.
It would be strange if I didn't feel worried and afraid if I made enemies with such a person.
"Just because you don't know it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Believe me, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick should all be able to do it to a similar level." Zuo Si explained meaningfully.
But just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard Dumbledore's voice behind him.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to disappoint you. None of us can blow up a troll like this with just one spell, not even me."
"Teacher...Professor!"
Hermione, who was caught red-handed, immediately became extremely nervous. She quickly used her wand to get some clean water to rinse her mouth and nose, then lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake and did not dare to look at Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor House.
Similar to the girl's reaction, Harry and Ron also became extremely nervous.
Because they saw a fire of anger flashing in Snape's eyes.
In the eyes of those who knew the situation, it was clear that he was worried about Harry Potter's safety.
But in the eyes of those who are not in the know, it is a terrible nightmare.
Only Zuo Si remained calm as always, smiling as he said, "You are so modest, Principal. I believe that many commonly used spells cast by you would be so powerful that many people would not be able to recognize them."
"No, Thors. It's not me who is modest, but you." Dumbledore walked straight to the center of the explosion and carefully examined the regret left by the troll and the remaining magic power. He soon showed an extremely surprised expression. "Is this a compound spell? You combined multiple spells into a new spell?"
Zuo Si responded nonchalantly, "I guess so. You know, I come from a Muggle family, so I often like to look at magic from a scientific perspective, and thus gain some inspiration that is ignored by most wizards."
"Science from the Muggle world again?" Dumbledore was obviously very interested in this.
Zuo Si nodded slightly. "Yes, it's science again. To be more precise, the science of the Muggle world is essentially to discover and find the laws of objective things through observation and research. These laws are universal in the whole world. Although magic can affect, control and even distort them to some extent, it can still function normally most of the time."
"That's a very original idea. Perhaps I should ask you to explain your point of view in the Muggle Studies class so that students can have a better understanding of science and apply it to magic. In addition, since you performed well this time and created a new spell, I decided to give Slytherin an extra 30 points as a reward."
As Dumbledore blurted out these words, the hourglass symbolizing the points of Slytherin House immediately rose a lot.
"It doesn't matter whether I add it or not. You know, I don't care about these things at all."
Zuo Si did not hide his contempt for this boring trick at all, even though Snape used the "Death Stare" on him several times.
Dumbledore smiled and said, "Maybe you don't care, but there are many people who do. Besides, it's not good for you to always quarrel with your classmates in your own college. I hope you can reconcile with them and spend a few years happily together."
"I'm sorry, I can't do that. I don't think it's necessary to get along well with those guys who exude the stench of decay. I'm sorry, but I haven't finished my work today, so I won't chat with you here. Goodbye."
After saying this, Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest and bowed to all the professors present, then turned around and left without looking back.
His strong performance in the face of this group of professors immediately surprised Harry, Ron and Hermione.
But before the little guy could come to his senses, Snape asked in a harsh voice: "What kind of tricks are you playing? Want to be a hero? Or is the title of savior no longer able to satisfy your growing vanity, Potter. And you, Miss Hermione Granger, do you think that you can deal with an adult troll just by learning a few spells?"
Professor McGonagall also chimed in, "Why don't you just follow the prefect back to the dormitory? You're lucky today that you weren't smashed on the head or eaten by the troll. Otherwise, I don't know how I would explain to your parents."
Seeing the two professors getting angry at the same time, Harry and Hermione didn't dare to make any excuses, just like prisoners waiting for sentencing.
In the end, Ron suppressed the fear of Snape and his own head of house, and whispered, "Professor, they are here to find me. I have been hiding in the storage room on this floor since this morning, and I don't know what is happening outside. If it weren't for their and Soth's help, I think I would be dead now."
"What? What are you doing hiding in the storage room by yourself?" Professor McGonagall frowned subconsciously.
"Uh - because I was a little shocked this morning, so I wanted to find a quiet place where no one would disturb me." Ron answered embarrassedly.
"So it was because you were hiding that Hermione and Harry were a little worried, and they privately asked Soth for help in the search, right?"
Professor McGonagall immediately understood the whole story, and the angry expression on her face eased a little.
After all, the trait that Gryffindor emphasizes is courage.
And disregarding danger for one's friends is naturally one of the highest forms of courage.
So there was even a hint of approval in her eyes.
However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living punishment cannot be escaped.
In order to prevent something like this from happening again, Professor McGonagall tearfully deducted five points from Ron, but at the same time added ten points to Harry and Hermione.
In this way, a small riot was easily resolved with Zuo Si's intervention.
No one was injured and no students died.
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)
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