Chaptor 09 Lessons and Magic Upgrade
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John held Malfoy firmly against the wall, his intense gaze leaving no room for argument. The wand hovering near Malfoy’s face was enough to make him shudder in terror, his usual arrogance completely stripped away.
“Listen closely, Malfoy,” John whispered in a chilling tone. “Next time you try to set me up, make sure you’re ready for the consequences. Gryffindors might forgive and forget, but us Slytherins?” He smirked. “We settle things right here and now.”
Malfoy’s eyes darted around, searching for an escape, but there was no one in sight to save him. He swallowed hard, his bravado evaporating. John leaned in closer, voice soft but menacing. “Do you understand?”
Malfoy nodded frantically, finally grasping the gravity of his actions. John released him, but not before giving him one last look of warning. Without a word, Malfoy scrambled away, looking back only to see John watching him leave, wand still in hand.
As Malfoy disappeared into the shadows, John sighed and tucked his wand back into his sleeve. With a faint smirk, he murmured to himself, “Maybe he’ll think twice before trying something stupid again.”
As he walked back to the Slytherin common room, he couldn’t help but feel a strange satisfaction, his magical energy buzzing faintly. It seemed the night’s chaos had left him with an unexpected reward — a slight surge in his magical strength.
John’s eyes drifted shut as he lay in bed, his mind still replaying the events of the night. He had dealt with Malfoy in his own way — a punch to make his point and a helping hand to bring him back to the Slytherin common room. For all Malfoy’s arrogance, John couldn’t deny a hint of pity for the boy, spoiled by his upbringing and trapped in pure-blood pride. At least tonight, he’d taught him a lesson without causing lasting harm.
The eerie green light of the common room, the glimmering waters of the Black Lake, and the giant squid’s shadow passing by the window filled John with a mix of nostalgia and pride. This was his house, dark and mysterious, and he was determined to make it stronger. “We don’t have to be friends,” he’d told Malfoy, “but we shouldn’t be enemies either.” Maybe, just maybe, his words would get through.
After washing up, John lay back down, his muscles slightly sore from training but satisfied with the gradual increase in his magical energy, now up to 65. He was making steady progress, feeling the power within him grow as he honed both his physical and magical abilities. Soon, he’d reach the next level.
As he closed his eyes, his thoughts wandered to the giant three-headed dog they had encountered earlier in the night. He remembered the trapdoor beneath it, the start of some adventure for Harry and his friends. And there was something about that dog… Wasn’t there a weakness? Music, maybe?
The idea faded as sleep claimed him, leaving him with the faintest sense of anticipation for the mysteries yet to unfold at Hogwarts.
As the sun rose over Hogwarts, John couldn’t help but notice the change in Malfoy. The Slytherin boy strutted past him like nothing had happened, but the usual arrogance was muted. John figured his words had left an impression — for now, at least.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were deep in discussion about the trapdoor under the three-headed dog, brainstorming theories and conspiracies. Harry recalled the reports of the Gringotts break-in, and their wild ideas filled the air, much to Hermione’s frustration. She had argued with them the day before and now sat huffing beside John, clearly still miffed.
“That dog could have killed us, and they think it’s all a joke!” Hermione exclaimed, her frustration bubbling over. John nodded, letting her vent. He appreciated having her beside him; it made the strange mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin feel less bizarre.
After breakfast, John decided to make the most of the sunny morning. He had a rigorous daily schedule: running by the Black Lake in the morning, doing push-ups and frog jumps at noon, and ending the day with more exercise and study after dinner. It was a tight routine, but it kept him focused. He found solace in these tasks, and the physical training helped clear his mind.
His workout was interrupted one day when Hagrid caught him near the Forbidden Forest. While Hagrid merely issued a warning, John took it in stride, knowing that the giant dog, Fang, was likely getting used to his presence. It amused him to think that Fang was more interested in the dog food he brought than in scaring him.
After a morning jog around the lake, John wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel and grinned, “Finally leveled up! Time to start on some spell training.”
Reaching level two in magic was a milestone, but he only had one spell to show for it. John realized he needed to expand his magical repertoire. With a strong aptitude for learning, he dove into studying spells before his next class. Just before the lesson began, he successfully mastered the Levitation Charm.
With his wand in hand, he pointed it at a leaf that had fallen nearby and confidently recited, “Wingardium Leviosa!”
He felt a warm surge of magic flow through him as the leaf lifted gently off the ground. The sensation was exhilarating, a sign of his progress.
Current Stats:
• Magic Level: 2 (10/500)
• Spells: Alohomora (Level 3), Wingardium Leviosa (Level 1)
• Skills: Short Weapon Proficiency (Level 7), Polearm Proficiency (Level 6), Heavy Weapon Proficiency (Level 3), Firearm Proficiency (Level 1)
• Buffs: Strong Body, Speed Attack, Precision, Scholar, Pilot, Long-Distance Runner
Although he was still only at level 1, capable of just levitating lightweight objects like leaves, it still made John smile. At the same time, he began to plot a visit to the Restricted Section.
He was more interested in the Electrocuting Spell—no, wait, the Thunderbolt.
If he wanted to access the Restricted Section, he could give it a shot in the next couple of months.
Once he completed the nighttime wandering task, the rewards from his mission would allow him to go there.
With the punishment hanging over him, it seemed quite reasonable to do some cleaning in the Restricted Section, right?
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