Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

"Professor Wenda, didn't we agree to conduct practical training after the start of the semester?"

Isaac's hand was already gripping the wand hidden in his robes, and Professor Venda smiled elegantly at him from across the room.

"Didn't you tell me we were going to target Gringotts when we agreed on the plan? If you don't start practicing now, you might end up being the one who drags us down when it comes time to act."

The instant Professor Venda finished speaking, she waved her wand at Isaac without warning, and a spell was cast instantly on the spot where Isaac had just stood.

Isaac, who had just been standing there with a wry smile, had already fled before Professor Venda could cast the spell.

Yes, that's what fighting a prophet is like.

They always seem to be able to predict the next spell you'll cast.

Wenda experienced this feeling of being one step behind many times when she sparred with Grindelwald, and fighting the Prophet once made Professor Wenda believe that it was the most painful thing in the world.

不 ...

To be precise, fighting Grindelwald was the most painful thing in the world.

Fighting Isaac, that little prophet, is going to be incredibly fun!

The next second, an overwhelming barrage of spells was unleashed from Professor Venda's wand as if they were free.

She sacrificed the accuracy of the spell, choosing instead to cover a large area of ​​Isaac's landing point.

Faced with Professor Venda's overwhelming spells, Isaac had no time to react and could only rely on his prophetic abilities to narrowly escape one spell after another.

No!

If this continues, I'm going to suffer terribly!

If Isaac could foresee Professor Venda's curse, how could he not see the consequences of being struck by it?

Just when Isaac had nowhere to dodge, he immediately stood still, and then his wand struck a spell with precision.

The moment Isaac's wand touched the spell, it spun and flew into the sky.

Bitter!

Isaac's face fell; he had just happened to hit the disarming spell.

If it were some other kind of spell, Isaac might actually be able to try and knock one or two of them away.

Disarming Charm... This thing works on wands.

Isaac's struggle did have some effect; normally, the wand should have flown directly towards Professor Venda after leaving his hand.

Now it flies straight into the air.

Unfortunately, Isaac's struggles were ultimately futile. Faced with the overwhelming array of spells, Isaac's intellect exploded. In a flash, he found the corner with the lowest density of spells, ducked down, and lunged straight in...

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On the Hogwarts Express, Isaac was the first young wizard to board at the nine and three-quarters stops of the year.

Strictly speaking, it doesn't count.

Because Isaac did not board the train at station 9¾.

He arrived in London from Hogsmeade Station, the station where this train originated.

He went to Hogsmeade to catch the Hogwarts Express partly to give himself a sense of ceremony for starting school.

Secondly...

Isaac once thought that Professor Venda seemed to have found her enjoyment at Hogwarts.

Since Isaac started "Professor Rozier's Practical Class" in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Professor Venda, in order to make the practical training more realistic, often ambushes Isaac from unexpected places.

For a prophet, ambushes are never a reliable strategy.

Therefore, a sneak attack often turns into a full-scale attack.

Isaac always felt that Professor Venda's training sessions occasionally erupted with astonishing "resentment".

Where does this resentment come from...? It's really hard to guess!

Chapter 62 Harry's First Encounter, But Redheads Are Late

Isaac hadn't been waiting long on the Hogwarts Express when parents brought their young wizards to Platform 9¾ to board the train to Hogwarts.

Before long, the once quiet platform and train began to become noisy.

One by one, young wizards boarded the train.

Since Isaac chose a secluded box, no young wizards would find their way here anytime soon.

Even if a junior wizard comes looking for a private room, once he sees that the room is occupied, he will naturally go and look for other empty rooms.

As for sharing tables... unless all the tables in the restaurant are full, customers still prefer to sit with friends they know.

The same principle applies to the little wizard riding in the carriage.

Harry didn't keep Isaac waiting for long. About twenty minutes later, the skinny Harry dragged his luggage into Isaac's box.

The moment he knocked on the door and saw Isaac, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly slipped into the private room.

"Sir, you've arrived so early!"

Isaac didn't speak immediately; his gaze fell on Harry.

The last time I saw Harry, he was wearing ill-fitting clothes, and while he didn't exactly look timid, he was definitely the introverted type who didn't like to talk much.

But now, Harry is wearing clothes that fit him well, not the ones Isaac took him to buy from Madam Malkin, but Muggle-style clothes that look brand new.

He no longer deliberately avoided eye contact; instead, his brows were filled with the eagerness of a young man.

Hmm... Harry doesn't seem to have a lion in his eyes, but he also doesn't seem to have an eagle, which symbolizes wisdom.

Those were remarkably clear eyes, the kind Isaac often saw in the eyes of college students in his past life.

How could a person undergo such a dramatic change in just one month?

It has to be said that children are incredibly malleable.

Well... Isaac himself is quite adaptable. At least for now, as long as he isn't cornered in a confined space by Professor Venda, he can still manage to escape in a sorry state even when she lets him off the hook.

“Sit down, Harry.” Isaac waved his wand, causing Harry’s luggage to fly to the overhead rack, and asked with a smile:

"It seems like you've had a pretty good month?"

“It’s more than just good!” Harry exclaimed, feeling like he had been in heaven for the past month.

With his own bedroom, the Dursleys stopped constantly belittling him, and even Dudley stopped trying to amuse himself with him.

It's unclear whether it was Uncle Vernon or Aunt Penny who said something to him.

In short, life is better than before.

Of course, all of this is not the best for Harry, because the best thing is magic!

“Sir, I’ve learned a spell!” Harry’s eyes gleamed, almost blinding Isaac.

Isaac blinked.

What is that?

What did you learn?

Isaac looked Harry up and down, then back up, making Harry very uncomfortable.

No, bro.

How come you even took Hermione's script?

Is this correct?

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Just as Harry was feeling uncomfortable being stared at by Isaac, Hermione Granger's voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

"I heard someone talking about a spell. Can I see it for myself?"

"I wasn't deliberately eavesdropping. I just knocked on the door, but you seemed very engrossed in your conversation..."

Hermione's gaze swept over Harry before settling on Isaac.

Strictly speaking, it was pinned to Isaac's outfit, a brand-new seasonal piece from the boutique.

She later saw this outfit at the Tuofan clothing store when she accompanied her mother to Diagon Alley.

The clothes from Ke Tuo Fan Clothing Store were not cost-effective for her.

The young wizard has a limited amount of Galleons she can exchange each year, and she prefers to spend more Galleons at the bookstore.

“Sir?” Harry looked helplessly at Isaac, clearly unaccustomed to this situation.

Isaac greeted Hermione first: "Nice to meet you again, Granger."

Since Mr. and Mrs. Granger were not present, Isaac even omitted the title "Miss".

Then he introduced Hermione Granger to Harry.

"This is Miss Hermione Granger, and this is Mr. Harry Potter."

Harry's name successfully caught Hermione's attention, and she immediately looked at Harry and found the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.