From Hogwarts to Sturhaven

As part of the undead giants, they received the same treatment as the main body.

"This is..." The old wizard's eyes gleamed with astonishment, "...some kind of transmutation?"

"Hmm...that's one way to understand it," Ivy replied after thinking for a moment.

Disintegration is classified as a spell of the Transmutation school. Although the name sounds like splitting and disintegrating an object, it actually uses magic to transform the form of matter, turning it completely into fine gray dust.

Although the Disintegration spell at level 6 is similar in name to the Disintegration spell at level 8 and the Great Disintegration spell at level 9, their effects are vastly different.

The former cannot break through the spell resistance of the magic item itself, but it can still damage magical creatures with spell resistance.

The latter two are spells created by mages to end the effects of spells. They can destroy all kinds of magical items, protective magical barriers, spell-like effects, and even artifacts, but they will not affect or harm the creatures themselves.

Even the spellcasting school of Disintegrate is classified as the Protection school, which is fundamentally different from the 6th-circle Disintegrate spell in terms of its arcane nature.

“I’ve essentially turned this behemoth into a handful of dust,” Ivy added. “In principle, it’s similar to the Vanishing Charm. However, I think turning it into air might still leave some of its destructive power.”

"Excellent!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "It's a pity you're Professor Victor now, otherwise I would have added twenty points to Slytherin's score!"

A stingy old bee.

Ivy remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she thought to herself, "Giving Gryffindor a flick of the finger gets you two hundred points, while giving Slytherin only gets you twenty. There's a limit to favoritism."

"Sweep away!" Dumbledore said loudly, taking out his scarred old wand.

Then a whirlwind swept through, clearing away all the sewage on the ground and the murky air in the room, even taking away the handful of gray powder left behind by the giant.

"Alright, Professor Victor! Let's continue watching the children's adventures!" Dumbledore said cheerfully.

Clearly, the scene where Harry used the Repel Spell to save Malfoy had put him in a good mood.

The two quietly opened the tightly closed door, passed through the purple flames set up by Snape, and stepped into an argument.

"Look what you've done to me!" Malfoy cried out in despair, tearing at his robe, which was completely soaked with the troll's corpse fluid.

The two girls and Harry all hid on the other side of the room. Ron, who had dragged Malfoy around for a while before entering, was also pushed to this side because his robes were covered in a lot of foul-smelling stuff.

"I saved your life!" Harry shouted as if he had been misunderstood, but everyone could see the smile on his face.

Harry couldn't help but secretly congratulate himself on his cleverness, managing to save his nemesis's life while simultaneously embarrassing him. To be honest, he even felt a little regretful after casting the Repel Charm!

"Aha! Thank you so much!" Malfoy angrily ripped off his robes, threw them on the floor, and walked toward Harry.

Harry took a half step back; Malfoy smelled absolutely awful, like another troll.

"Were you serious about taking that half-step back?" Malfoy asked, then opened his arms wide. "Come here, this is a grateful hug from Slytherin! Thank you for saving my life!"

Harry had nowhere to hide, for ominous black flames were right behind him.

"Enough!" Harry shoved Malfoy away from his intimate contact and frantically wiped his face with his robes, because Malfoy had just given him a cheek kiss.

Hermione and Cassandra, the two young witches, hid even further away, almost huddled in a corner. Cassandra even raised her wand, striking a threatening pose.

"Ha!" Malfoy returned to Ron's side triumphantly, feeling relieved. He was inspecting his secondhand robe, unsure whether to remove the sleeves to make it sleeveless or shorten it to make it short-sleeved.

"What are you doing?" Ron's eyes widened as Malfoy, who had walked up to him, grabbed Ron's robe and vigorously wiped his hands and face.

“I only have two robes!” Ron exclaimed incredulously, especially since they were secondhand, passed down from his brothers, but he didn’t say it aloud. Young wizards his age were at a time when their pride was developing rapidly, and he was reluctant to show weakness in front of others, especially Malfoy.

"Come on, Weasley." Malfoy tossed his robe aside in disgust. "I'll buy you a brand new robe. No, two, and they'll be from the Elegance brand! They specialize in high-end bespoke clothing; you certainly can't afford them, can you?"

“Oh… okay,” Ron replied listlessly, disgustedly taking off his robe and rubbing his hands on it.

Actually, he had long since stopped wanting the robe. Although Malfoy's tone was unpleasant, who would want a clean and hygienic robe, especially when it was a high-end custom-made one?

Chapter 135 Before the Black Flame

"Cleaned up! Cleaned up! Cleaned up!..."

When the young wizards' repeated cleansing spells failed to reduce the stench emanating from Malfoy, he effectively became the leader of the wizarding squad.

After all, he has a powerful weapon that no one can ignore.

Whether it's Harry, the valiant Seeker of Gryffindor, or Cassandra, the haughty little witch of Slytherin, if they can't physically destroy Malfoy, they must make certain compromises to avoid his approach.

Perhaps this is the magical application of the saying "If the mop is covered in poop, Lu Bu is reborn"?

"Granger! Go check what's in those bottles on that table!" Once Malfoy realized his advantage, his inherently imperious nature became apparent. "Weren't you eager to answer Professor Snape's questions in Potions class? Now I'm giving you that chance!"

Indeed, the young wizards present had all heard the rumors about "Miss Know-It-All," and coupled with Hermione's earlier analysis of the puzzle-solving process, they had already figured out that this room was Snape's masterpiece.

The seven bottles, each different in height and size, undoubtedly contain potions. Therefore, finding a potion that is useful for the current situation is the most urgent task.

Hermione, with her exceptional talent for memorization, was undoubtedly the best candidate to unlock this challenge.

Upon hearing Malfoy's instructions, Hermione first looked pleadingly at her two companions, but seeing that they were both hiding far away, she had no choice but to walk around Malfoy, who was standing in the middle of the room, and hesitantly walked to the long table and picked up the parchment on it.

“This is a clue…” Hermione realized after a few glances. “Luckily we didn’t mess with these medicine bottles…their arrangement is specific.”

Seeing that all the young wizards in the room were focused on her, Hermione lowered her head and continued reading: "Three of the seven bottles contain poison, two are harmless nettle wine, one will allow us to pass through the black flames that seal the next door, and the other will allow us to return the way we came."

"Then what should we do?" Malfoy asked loudly. "There are only five of us. Should we just randomly pick a bottle and drink from it? And if we're lucky enough to survive, then we can keep trying?"

“That won’t work!” Harry objected. “Even if someone drinks the correct potion, there’s no way to know which door to go through. One is black flames, and the other is purple flames; they must be two different spells!”

“It’s a riddle!” Hermione raised her voice. “If you’re smart enough, you can figure out how to get through! Here’s the thing: the poison is always to the left of the nettle wine; the two bottles on either side contain different substances, but neither of them is a potion that can get through the black flames; the largest and smallest bottles don’t contain poison; the second bottle on the left and the second bottle on the right contain the same substance, so it can only be either nettle wine or poison.”

Harry stared longingly at Hermione: "That sounds like a long, stinky spell... so we're stuck here forever with that stinky Malfoy?"

"Ha! We have plenty of time, Scarface!" Malfoy let out a self-deprecating laugh. "To help you get used to it, come on, friend! Let's get to know each other better!"

"Just give me a minute!" Hermione interrupted loudly as Malfoy drew closer to her eldest son. "I'll know which one is useful soon enough!"

Hermione read the paper several more times, walked back and forth in front of the row of bottles, muttering to herself and pointing at this or that bottle.

Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand completely now. From left to right, the bottles contain poison, nettle wine, a potion that allows passage through black flames, two bottles of poison, nettle wine, and a potion that allows passage through purple flames."

“Is this the smallest bottle?” Cassandra picked up the unassuming little bottle. “There’s too little potion in it; it can only be used by two people at most.”

Ron picked up the round bottle on the far right, shook it in front of his eyes, and saw that it was full of liquid and didn't make much noise: "Luckily, this bottle is full, enough to send the rest of the people back."

"Go back? Go back where?" Malfoy asked incredulously. "Go back to share a room with that troll?"

“Think about it, we’ve already arrived at this room, which means we’ve passed the previous level, right? Maybe that room has become clean?” Ron’s voice trailed off, probably because he himself didn’t quite believe it.

“You must choose one person to continue with me.” Cassandra had already pulled the cork from the bottle and was bringing the potion to her lips.

"So you've been chosen as Slytherin's champion?" Malfoy asked sarcastically.

Cassandra wasn't angry. Instead, she subtly moved her feet towards the black flames: "Do you really want to face who knows how many more challenges there are, smelling like that?"

“It should only be Professor Dumbledore’s own left…” Hermione whispered. “The troll is Professor Quirrell’s test for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and this room is the test for Potions class. Except for astronomy and history of magic, all the compulsory courses are here.”

“You’re right, I really shouldn’t have gone through the trials with that stench.” Malfoy suddenly changed his mind because he realized that even before the final test, he only had one Gryffindor teammate left, and as everyone knew, Dumbledore always favored Gryffindor students.

As a proper Slytherin, he wouldn't bother betting on a game he was destined to lose.

“Drink up, Cassandra.” Malfoy quietly pulled out his wand. “I really should go back and get myself ready and get some sleep.”

That leaves the Gryffindor candidate undecided.

The three friends looked at each other, and Ron was the first to raise his arm: "I'm not going. I'm going to keep an eye on Malfoy to prevent him from getting Snape to fire you guys."

Harry nodded, agreeing that it was necessary and that Malfoy might actually be capable of doing all of this.

“Go ahead, Hermione.” Harry was reluctant, but he made what he considered the rational choice. “Neither of us has learned many spells yet, so you have the best chance of winning. Cassandra’s magic is pretty powerful too…” Harry gestured near his stomach, “She can cut open a troll’s stomach. I can’t think of anyone else who can beat her except you.”

“And you’re the smartest,” Ron added. “Without you, we’d all be stuck here.”

“Yeah, and I’m covered in a stench.” Harry wrinkled his nose, clearly tormented by what Malfoy had left on him.

“Okay.” Hermione hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not reveal that she had killed the troll entirely with Ivy’s help.

Seeing that the Gryffindor trio had reached a conclusion, Cassandra nodded, poured the potion from the small bottle into her mouth, and then shivered.

"Expelliarmus!" Malfoy suddenly chanted, the spell aimed directly at Cassandra, who was still holding the bottle.

Although Ivy only taught this spell in the third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, some of the young Slytherin wizards were happy to share it with their fellow house wizards.

The small potion bottle flew from Cassandra's hand, arcing through the air, and was about to hit the ground.

For the young wizards, this was the only possibility of moving forward.

Malfoy was certain that no non-Gryffindor student could pass Dumbledore's test, so what was the way to ensure Slytherin's success? The answer, of course, was to stop the Gryffindor students from advancing!

As for what would happen to Malfoy, who would stay in the room with the three Gryffindors? Malfoy didn't think anything would happen to him.

There's a saying that goes, "If I'm a piece of shit, no one will step on me."

Malfoy is now no different from excrement, perhaps even more terrifying in smell. Moreover, his dragons still have one unused fire-breathing ability, which is enough as a strategic deterrent.

Unfortunately, despite all his calculations, he still overlooked Harry, a genius-level Seeker.

Harry leaped and caught the empty potion bottle, but as it spun and flew, Snape's carefully prepared potion had already spilled completely. Fortunately, Harry had another organ that could catch potions falling from the sky, an organ that also helped him catch the Golden Snitch for the first time on the field.

It's Harry's mouth.

The liquid that flowed from the potion bottle wasn't much, barely even a mouthful. Harry felt as if he had swallowed a large chunk of ice; the chill instantly seeped into his entire body.

"Despicable!" he yelled at Malfoy as he scrambled to his feet, eager to get through the door burning with black flames so as not to waste the potion.

Black flames licked Harry's entire body, but he felt nothing. In just a moment of darkness, he was safely on the other side of the door.

“I must say, Malfoy is indeed a qualified Slytherin,” Ivy said with a smile to the white-bearded old man beside her, casually casting a soundproof spell in front of her.

"Sigh…" the old wizard sighed, "Perhaps I should have advised Severus to brew more fire-repelling potions…"