Wizarding Journey from Hogwarts

"Harry, you idiot, don't stand in front of me!" Draco had just prepared the spell and wanted to shoot it at the troll, but his sight was blocked by Harry who suddenly came out of the line.

"Malfoy, you idiot, you blame me for not being able to find a position, firebolt!" Harry complained to Draco while releasing the spell. In fact, he just blocked his view on purpose.

"Disintegrate" followed Harry's fireball, and a larger fireball hit the giant monster and exploded, causing secondary damage.

Ron secretly stood aside, preparing to take advantage of Harry and Draco's argument.

But unfortunately, the magic levels of the three were still too low, and the damage caused was very limited.

While the three of them were fighting for "radiantblast," Neville, who was silently preparing the spell, finally successfully cast the spell after repeated spell casting.

A bright yellow long sword flew out from his wand and instantly pierced into the troll's body. Unfortunately, only the tip of the sword pierced.

Being attacked continuously made the troll furious. It waved the wooden stick angrily and raised it high, preparing to sweep through the army and kill these few ants.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The angry troll felt that his brain was not working well. Why was his stick floating in the sky?

thump~

The troll was hit on the head with a wooden stick and fell heavily to the ground, making a huge roar and feeling that the whole castle was shaking.

Hermione walked out from behind the four of them, blew on her wand, and looked at the four of them with raised eyebrows, like a proud little swan.

stepping stepping~~

There was a burst of chaotic footsteps, and it was Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape rushing over.

Apparently, the roar that the giant monster made when it fell to the ground attracted their attention.

The four teenagers quickly put away their wands and pretended as if nothing happened. Only Neville still held the wand in his hand and didn't know what to do.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Professor McGonagall shouted with a cold voice, looking very angry.

"Why didn't you stay in the dormitory? And since when did Slytherin students learn to break school rules?"

Just when Draco was about to reply, he saw Snape staring at him fiercely, and he gave up decisively.

Several people in Gryffindor lowered their heads honestly, not daring to look at the expressions of their dean.

"Tell me what you did!"

"I..." Harry was about to talk, but was stopped by McGonagall.

"Longbottom, tell me!" Apparently McGonagall was more willing to believe in the honest Neville.

Neville stammered and told the entire process of their battle against the troll, but the more he spoke, the more shocked the two professors became.

"Mr. Longbottom, for this matter, all of you will be deducted five points because you have violated the rules."

"But I have to admit that there are not many first-year students who can fight an adult troll and successfully defeat it. I have to admit your excellence, so everyone adds ten points, and I will take this matter Tell Dumbledore that you can go back."

The five students lowered their heads and left here quickly.

"Severus, I'll leave it to you while I go find Albus."

……

In the top floor office

Dumbledore was thinking about what happened today.

"Minerva, is it solved?"

"Albus, Severus has put the troll back underground. How is Professor Quirrell?"

"He has been sent to the hospital. Madam Pomfrey confirmed that she just fainted."

Mag told the principal about the five little wizards who defeated the troll.

"Classmate Jean, according to what Neville said, each of them has learned new spells from Jean, and each one is different. How many new spells has he mastered that we don't know about?"

Dumbledore recalled that he had seen two other spells in the room where the Philosopher's Stone was hidden underground. Counting this, Gene had mastered at least more than ten new spells.

If these spells were created by Jean himself... Dumbledore didn't dare to think about it anymore. Could it be that he was the reincarnation of Merlin!

It was also the first time that McGonagall knew that Jean could create his own spells. "Mr. Wardmod is indeed very talented, and he is not like a traditional Slytherin. Rather than being cunning and cunning, he is sincere and sunny. "

"Yes, he is indeed different, but I still feel vaguely dangerous. His talent is too outstanding, and he is still Tom's child!"

The room fell into silence, and Mag didn't expect Jean to have such an identity at all.

"Albus, who knows about this?"

"Besides the Death Eaters, you and I should be the only ones who know. Gene took the initiative to tell me this." Dumbledore did not reveal the identity of Snape's double agent, an identity that only the two of them knew.

"Why did he tell you his identity?" Mag didn't quite understand Jean's intention.

"I don't quite understand his intentions, but I can feel that he doesn't have any malicious intentions. As you said, he doesn't look like a Slytherin."

While the two principals were discussing how to educate Jean, Draco had already returned to the dormitory.

"Jean, please teach me some more powerful spells! The lethality of this 'tooth' is too low!"

Draco complained, because when he was fighting the troll just now, his performance was not outstanding, even a little mediocre.

Whether it's Harry or Ron's fireball magic or Neville's lightsaber magic, they are all very cool.

Although Hermione did not cast the spell taught by Jean, Draco had seen the power of that spell with his own eyes.

Now he is pestering Jean because he wants him to teach him an equally powerful spell.

Looking at Draco's look, Gene felt a little funny. Although he usually looked arrogant, there had actually been some changes in private.

"It's not impossible to learn if you want, but I have a request."

Draco's eyes lit up, "I can agree to any request!"

Looking at him, Gene suddenly showed a bad smile, "If you can complete 100 good deeds before the end of first grade, I will teach you a powerful spell."

"!!"

Draco didn't know what it meant to do 100 good things for himself.

There are still more than half a year before the end of the first grade. There should be enough time, but let yourself be a Slytherin and a member of the pure-blood family to do good things!

Isn’t it obvious that you are teasing yourself?

Draco gritted his teeth and stamped his feet... and agreed...

"This is what you said, 100 good things. When the time comes, you must teach me the strongest spell. Don't regret it!"

"Bonespear!" A bone spear shot out from Jean's wand, piercing deeply into the wall under Draco's obsessed gaze.

This is still the result of controlling the power. If it is used with full strength, it will be no problem to shoot through the wall.

However, considering that the dormitory is at the bottom of the lake, Gene does not want the room to be flooded.