It turns out that trying to challenge dangerous magical creatures without mastering the appropriate spells is a terrible idea.
Especially these Magic Golems created by Wade. They are endowed with the powerful physique and strength of magical creatures but lack their weaknesses—
For example, the stupidity of Trolls, the loss of control of Werewolves, or the Vampires' aversion to and fear of sunlight.
Michael bravely tried to challenge a Werewolf, but before he could cast a single spell, sharp claws were already poised at his throat.
He blinked blankly, not reacting, and after a few seconds, he finally spoke:
"...That fast?"
The Werewolf retracted its claws and darted into the jungle, as if it had just been stretching casually.
The sense of imminent danger, which had threatened his life, gradually dissipated, and Michael felt his frozen brain start to thaw.
After a few more seconds, he stretched his limbs and put on a forced relaxed smile.
"Whew... that thing startled me when it jumped down from the tree." He turned to Wade and said, "I thought you'd call out 'start' or something?"
Wade leaned back against a tree root nearby, a mischievous grin on his face. "Sorry, they simulate real combat environments. A real Werewolf wouldn't say hello before attacking, right?"
Michael thought about it. "Hmm... good point."
He was about to restart, but then he reached up and touched his throat, subconsciously saying, "I've already seen the Werewolf. I want to challenge a Troll."
His impression of Trolls was still stuck on the clumsy one they, as first-year Young Wizards, had defeated.
Wade looked at him strangely. "Are you sure?"
"Of course!" Michael confidently declared, "Avis, Slippery Slope, and Levitation Charm—those spells that were so effective back then? I've mastered them all now! The monsters that used to take several of us to defeat, I can beat them by myself now!"
Most importantly, Trolls are large and heavy creatures; they absolutely wouldn't be as fast as a Werewolf.
"Alright, but you'd better put this on."
Wade raised his hand, and a cloak shimmering with gold and silver flew over. When it landed on Michael, it transformed into a camouflage pattern that blended in with the surrounding trees.
"Wow, this is kind of like an Invisibility Cloak."
Michael happily lifted the edge of the cloak to examine it. "But I preferred how it looked before."
The cloak swayed gently in his hands, and for some reason, Michael felt like it was agreeing with him.
He chuckled, pulled up the hood, and said seriously, "Come on, Troll!"
The sight of the Young Wizard, cloaked, Wand in hand, and with sharp eyes, inexplicably gave off a powerful aura.
The four Troll Magic Golems opposite exchanged glances. Then, the tallest and strongest one among them stood up with a club, crouched low, and let out a menacing roar.
It stomped hard on the ground and charged forward, dragging its club!
Michael raised his Wand and shouted, "Avis!"
A dozen small birds materialized from the tip of his Wand and attacked the Troll.
Michael fully expected the Troll Magic Golem to be disoriented and was already preparing his next spell.
But things didn't unfold as he had anticipated.
Facing the small birds pecking at it with their sharp beaks, the Troll Magic Golem shielded its eyes with its arm and rumbled forward like a heavy truck, completely unhindered.
The distance between them rapidly closed.
Michael panicked. He quickly cast several Slippery Slope spells on the ground, then waved his Wand and shouted, "Impedimenta! Impedimenta!"
But while the smooth stone floors of the castle were naturally suited for spells like Slippery Slope, even making stairs into slick stone slides, the ground in the jungle, covered in dead branches and decaying leaves, was the complete opposite.
Michael didn't notice the Sliding Charm having any effect, but the Impediment Jinx did slow the Troll Magic Golem down slightly. Michael seized the opportunity to run back a few steps, then turned and shouted, "Stupefy!"
A red beam of light shot out but grazed the Troll Magic Golem's ear and hit a tree trunk behind it.
A barely perceptible sneer appeared on its ugly face.
Michael's face showed despair—how could it dodge?
The Troll Magic Golem, now right behind him, raised its club high. Michael, however, didn't give up. He quickly cast another Disarming Charm.
"Expelliarmus!"
The spell hit the Troll Magic Golem's wrist perfectly. The club flew away, but before Michael could even smile, he saw the Troll Magic Golem's other hand swing towards him!
"That's too much! These things are supposed to be stupid; there's no way they could react that fast!"
Michael, flying through the air, didn't scream. Instead, he protested loudly and indignantly.
Just as he was about to hit a tree, the cloak wrapped around him and pulled him back.
The Troll Magic Golem had already picked up its club and returned to its companions.
Michael saw it spread its hands towards the other Troll Magic Golems, then shake its head, letting out a snickering grunt.
Then the other three Troll Magic Golems also started grunting and laughing, making Michael's face flush red.
Unable to communicate due to the language barrier, Michael turned to Wade and complained resentfully, "This isn't a Troll at all... Trolls aren't like this..."
Wade patted him on the shoulder and said, "This is an enhanced version of a Troll... Every species has its unique individuals, right?"
"Got it... You made a Dumbledore among Trolls," Michael said expressionlessly.
Wade: "..."
The cloak patted Michael reassuringly, offering silent sympathy.
Over the past few days, Wade had taken the time to add more magic to the hastily crafted cloak. It was under its protection just now that Michael, aside from his confidence, hadn't sustained any other injuries.
Wade's gaze drifted as he asked, "Do you want to challenge the Vampire again?"
Michael glared at him and asked, "Don't tell me you've also powered up the Vampire?"
"Hmm... how should I put this..."
Wade stroked his chin and said, "You see, these Magic Golems are for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. At that time, one Magic Golem might have to face twenty students. If they're not made strong enough, one class could ruin them, and I'd have to fix them..."
His voice gradually trailed off as Michael watched him with an all-knowing look.
"Honestly, Wade, did you just drag me here today to help you test the Magic Golem's combat effectiveness?" Michael asked with a sneer.
"Hahaha... how could that be?" Wade chuckled dryly, then suddenly remembered something. He put a fist to his mouth, coughed, and said, "Did you forget? You were the one who suggested coming to the maze first."
"...Even if I hadn't said anything, you definitely would have suggested it, wouldn't you? But it would have been at a different time, and you probably would have dragged others along too." Michael snorted, squinting his eyes.
Wade raised an eyebrow and asked, "So... do you give up the challenge and we go back to class? It's getting late."
Michael hesitated for a moment, still clutching his Wand. "Since I'm already here... let me see how powerful your Vampire can be!"
Wade clapped his hands, and the Vampire girl stepped out from behind the trees, beaming.
Michael: "..."
...
In the A History of Magic classroom, Professor Binns had not yet emerged from the wall, and most students were already prepared for a nap. A few were furiously trying to finish their homework.
Ravenclaw and Slytherin shared this class. Millicent was talking to Pansy and Daphne when she saw Michael walk in through the door, a wide smile on his face.
Although students from the two houses had their disagreements, Michael generally got along well with most of the girls. So, Millicent directly asked, "Michael, why are you smiling like you've had Felix Felicis?"
Many girls looked towards the door.
"No, no," Michael said, beaming. "I just had a contest with someone."
Seeing Wade enter the classroom after Michael, Pansy couldn't help but ask in surprise, "What, did you beat Gray?"
If that were the case, she could completely understand why Michael was so happy now.
At this, almost everyone in the classroom looked at them, and even some sleeping students were startled awake.
Wade: "..."
Without saying a word, he became the center of attention. Several people assessed the gap between themselves and Michael, then looked at Wade with eagerness.
Wade glanced at the crowd, ignoring their speculation, and casually found an empty seat to sit down.
"Of course... not!" Michael waved his hand, grinning. "I had a challenge with... uh, with someone else."
Daphne asked, confused, "Who did you beat?"
"No, no," Michael continued, still in high spirits. "I lost... haha... I didn't have a chance to win at all."
Everyone was puzzled: "Then what are you so happy about?"
"Do I have to be angry because I lost? This is just a small step on my life's journey," Michael said. "Failure is just as valuable as success. I simply accepted it calmly."
"I think you didn't accept it calmly, but joyfully, didn't you?" Terry voiced everyone's thoughts, then he asked Wade, "Wade, did you accidentally kick him in the head a couple of times and turn him into an idiot?"
Wade: "..."
I already said it wasn't me who beat him. What does it have to do with me?
Padma, however, carefully examined Michael's face, understood, snorted, and turned her back to them.
"Padma..." Lisa looked worriedly at Michael, who was humming as he opened A History of Magic, and asked, "Michael really seems off... did he drink a cheering potion?"
"No," Padma said flatly. "He probably met a great beauty."
Lisa: "...Huh?"
She paused, then cautiously looked at Padma's face.
Padma pursed her lips, pretending to be nonchalant, and said, "Why are you looking at me? We've already broken up. We're just friends now!"
"Oh..." Lisa whispered, then closed her mouth and silently opened her book.
The bell rang for class, and the pearly white Professor Binns floated through the wall, beginning the lesson as usual.
A few minutes later, the commotion caused by Michael's strangeness gradually subsided, and the sound of even breathing filled the classroom.
...
Percy Weasley was already a seventh-year student. He would soon face the Ultimate Wizarding Exam (NEWTs).
Even though most jobs only required an Ordinary Wizarding Level (O.W.L.) certificate, Percy's ambition wasn't just to find a job to support himself; he wanted to climb higher, and that meant needing excellent graduation results.
So, while most of his peers were taking only a few classes and spending a lot of time dating, partying, and having fun, Percy remained focused on his studies all day, diligently preparing for the exams six months away.
He spent over an hour at midday fulfilling his duties as Head Boy, and then the entire afternoon was spent immersed in the Library. Only when the sun began to set and dinner time approached did he finally leave.
Soon after stepping out, Percy saw a younger student wandering outside, looking rather pale, their usually vibrant face now shadowed.
Percy remembered them because this Young Wizard was usually very active and popular in the Common Room.
As he walked past, Percy asked, "Carlyle, what are you doing out here? It's time for dinner."
Carlyle looked up, their eyes flickering, and stared intently at Percy.
"Head Boy Weasley..."
Carlyle's form of address pleased Percy immensely. He tried to hide his smile and, adopting the dignified air of a Head Boy, said, "Yes, is something troubling you?"
"What you said in the meeting earlier... those underage wizards who were tricked away, their parents were given the Obliviation Charm and will forget their children, right?"
Carlyle deliberated, asking cautiously.
"Of course." Percy frowned. "It's truly a very evil and despicable act!"
"Then..." Carlyle stammered, hesitating for a moment. Seeing Percy's impatient expression, they asked again, "Then... that Organization, those people... will they arrange new parents for the Young Wizard?"
"Certainly not!" Percy stated firmly. "How could they be so kind? Those people even make the children witness their parents forgetting them, letting them know that even if they escape, they'll have nowhere to go. That's how they control them!"
"So that's how it is... I knew it wouldn't be... Thank you, Head Boy, thank you so much..."
Carlyle let out a sigh of relief, a smile involuntarily appearing on their face.
Percy looked at them strangely, watching them mumble a few words to themselves before thanking him loudly and quickly running off.
"This kid..." Percy frowned, confused. "What's there to be happy about with something like that?"
He didn't dwell on it. Checking the time, he quickly headed towards the Great Hall. On the way, he encountered several younger students in the corridor throwing spells at each other. Percy immediately walked over and sternly reprimanded them.
"Stop that! I am the Head Boy! You are violating school rules... no throwing spells in the corridor..."
After scolding the children, Percy completely forgot about Carlyle's strange behavior from earlier.
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