Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 93 Life is finite, but curses are infinite.

The group arrived at the House of Requirement. The four of them were already used to the place, but Neville was visiting for the first time and was so excited that he kept exclaiming in surprise.

After showing him around for a while, the group sat down at the desk, and Damon asked:
"Neville, do you remember when we beat up Malfoy together last semester?"

"of course I remember."

Neville answered quickly, his expression becoming excited, as if the matter still thrilled him.

But the next moment, his expression turned puzzled:
"Huh? It feels like this happened a long time ago. Why is that? Has my brain become that stupid?"
"If you hadn't mentioned it, Damon, I think I would have almost forgotten."

At this point, Neville's expression even turned somewhat frightened, but he quickly realized it was because he was too stupid, and began to blame himself.

“It’s okay. I don’t think this is your problem. It must be something your grandmother did to you. I will write her a letter later and ask her what happened.”

Now, you can learn the Freezing Charm with them.

Damon patted Neville on the shoulder, wanting to help the future Gryffindor Sword Saint, but the world of magic was simply too vast.

Even with an expert-level talent in spellcasting, it wouldn't be enough for him to learn all the magic in a short period of time—he didn't learn any healing spells at all, and among the advanced spells involving the mind and brain memory, he only learned Occlumency to protect himself.

Once he has wiped out most of the Death Eaters and Voldemort can no longer cause trouble, he can consider going to St. Mungo's for further studies. As for now, there is indeed no time for that.

Damon put aside his distracting thoughts and said to the others:
"I have important things to do after October, so I may spend less time at school. If you want to improve your spells, you need to pay more attention this month."

"Where are you going again? Didn't we agree that we wouldn't keep secrets from each other?"

Hermione looked at Damon, her lips slightly drooping.

Damon thought for a moment, "There's nothing wrong with telling you, but these things are too advanced for me to know right now."

He handed Neville a slice of chiffon cake and said to the group:

"I believe Voldemort will make a comeback sooner or later. The current Ministry of Magic is no match for him. You may not know this, but many of the Ministry's officials, even though they are all adult wizards, can't even use the Ironclad Charm properly."

The difference in their magical abilities was outrageous.

The group exchanged glances, surprised that their conversation had jumped directly from a pleasant school topic to the Ministry of Magic.

Neville listened blankly, somewhat confused—Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic, what did these things have to do with them who were studying at Hogwarts?
"So, I met an elder who works at the Ministry of Magic, and she was willing to do me a small favor by letting me start my Auror training ahead of schedule—so I'll be busy with that after October."

"Auror? You're going to become an Auror?!" Ron's eyes widened as he explained to the others, "Aurors are specifically responsible for searching for and capturing dark wizards who violate the laws of the wizarding world. They belong to the Ministry of Magic, and basically only the most outstanding duelists in the wizarding world can hold this position."

"Merlin's beard, isn't this training only for outstanding graduates of Hogwarts? You're only a second-year student!"

Ron was shouting and yelling, unable to maintain his composure, while the others came to their senses after he explained.

Harry's heart pounded. For some reason, the word "Auror" seemed to possess a magical power over him, instantly igniting his passion.

Only those with outstanding dueling skills can be competent in fighting criminals.
Will he have the opportunity to become an Auror in the future?

“But—Damon, you’re not even an adult yet, how could the Ministry of Magic agree to something so absurd?” Hermione murmured, unable to believe that such a ‘dark’ thing existed in the wizarding world—that they would allow an underage wizard to participate in the most dangerous job in the world?
“The world isn’t always black and white, Hermione. You need to learn to think differently.” Damon looked at her pouting lips with amusement. “In fact, it’s not that dangerous—could it be more dangerous than running into Voldemort at school?”

It took them some time to come to terms with it.

Then they started to wonder if Damon would be exposed.

There was no other way, so Damon showed them his anti-aging magic again.

The group exclaimed in surprise again—this matter felt much more real to them than things as distant as the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors.

"My goodness, you're a completely different person! This spell is amazing! Can we learn it?"

“This spell has many limitations; it’s not as easy as you think.” Damon stood up and used Cleanse to wash off his makeup. “Alright, instead of this, aren’t you going to learn the Freeze Charm? You have to take things one step at a time.”

The group stood up and went to the target together.

"The Freezing Spell is a spell that can freeze and stop a target from moving, but it is much more than that."

Increase your magical output and infuse it with your will; you can even create freezing frost, an effect so powerful it can freeze water, extinguish flames, and even cool down fire lizards.

If you cast this spell over a body of water such as a pond or small lake, it can also freeze the water, creating a hard enough surface for you to skate on.

With a casual wave of his hand, Damon transformed the target in front of him into a bunch of Cornish elves he had seen during the day, which flew noisily through the air.

"Immobulus" (Ice Curse).

He waved his wand, and all the speeding sprites were frozen in place.

This reminded Harry of the second key challenge he faced last semester—if he had known the Freezing Charm and could have used it effectively, he wouldn't have needed to risk his life among the flock of birds to catch the one and only real key.

He can freeze everything, then leisurely grab the one he wants.
"See? Remember, when you chant the spell, focus your attention on the object you want to freeze, and move the wand smoothly with moderate force."

Harry and Ron nodded excitedly and took the lead in trying it out, quickly getting the hang of it.

Hermione already knew the spell, so she was mostly observing and thinking at this moment—Damon's spell was the same one she used, but the effect and power were completely different.

Neville did not take any action.

He gripped his wand carefully, looking at Harry and Ron with a timid air.

“Navie, don’t worry, just relax and follow their instructions. I believe you can do it.”

Damon patted her on the shoulder, letting Hermione act as his temporary mentor, while he returned to his seat.

He wanted to write a letter to Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Augusta, to inquire about the specific reasons.

(End of this chapter)