Spellcasting Gods

In less than a second, Malfoy's wounds completely disappeared, and even his tattered robes were restored to their original state.

Undoubtedly, this excellent healing and restoration spell instilled confidence in many students who were initially hesitant. In the end, less than a third of them chose to give up the course, while the remaining two-thirds were eager to try their hand at fighting the illusions scattered across the lawn.

Putting everything else aside, Zhang Cheng was somewhat surprised by the courage of these young wizards.

He originally thought that it would be good if at most a third of them could stay.

Ron's two twin brothers, in particular, seemed to take their injuries lightly. Before even being given permission, they went after two illusions that looked difficult to deal with, and started a two-on-two melee.

The result was obvious. In less than a minute, the two of them were cut open by the air blades, leaving several deep wounds that exposed bone. Finally, they fell to the ground and screamed like pigs being slaughtered.

"Good heavens! Professor! I need treatment! I'm bleeding!" George yelled at the top of his lungs.

"My leg! Damn it! It must be broken now!" Fred shouted for help, not to be outdone.

Seeing the miserable state of these two lovable goofballs, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sigh and ask, "Before the treatment, I want to confirm one thing: have you fully realized the mistakes you've made?"

"Yes, Professor! We swear!"

"Yes! We swear!"

The twins gave their assurances without prior agreement, as they had certainly learned their lesson this time.

"Hopefully so! Gryffindor, deduct twenty points."

After finishing his sentence, Zhang Cheng healed the two men's wounds and turned to the remaining students, saying, "I hope you understand that this is not a game as many people think. Every attack from the illusion will cause real damage to you, so you must take it seriously and treat it as a life-or-death battle that will determine your fate. Only in this way will you have a chance to defeat the illusion. In addition, since you don't yet know many offensive spells, I will give each of you a spell manual, which records some non-lethal, but quite effective, offensive and defensive spells that I have invented."

"You...you'll teach us new spells?!" Harry Potter's eyes lit up, revealing an expression of immense excitement and anticipation.

Although he is already a third-year student, he knows very few spells so far, let alone offensive spells that are strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic.

“Of course! Given your age, these spells won’t be too powerful, but they’re enough to incapacitate an adult, making them perfect for self-defense. Don’t worry, I’ve already consulted Headmaster Dumbledore, and he said that as long as the Ministry of Magic doesn’t interfere, I can continue teaching them. Here, this is your share; don’t forget to practice diligently.” Zhang Cheng smiled meaningfully and took a small booklet from the table next to him, handing it to the “savior.”

"Thank you! By the way, did you know Draco before?" Harry took the booklet, tilted his head up, and asked with great curiosity.

“That’s right! Before accepting the principal’s invitation, I was Malfoy’s private tutor. He is a very talented young man, especially in terms of willpower, which is far superior to most of his peers.” Zhang Cheng admitted frankly in front of everyone.

"I see! Then do you have a way to make me as powerful as him?"

"Hahaha! Of course! But my training is quite tough. Are you sure you can stick with it?"

"I can!"

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Chapter 0742 The Real Purpose

Amidst the screams and wails of the students, the first practical magic lesson finally came to a successful conclusion.

Although, apart from Draco, the rest of them were extremely rare exceptions, let alone able to defeat the illusions, and even being able to last for more than a minute, it did not dampen their enthusiasm for learning combat skills.

The new spells recorded in the booklet, in particular, gave everyone a strong sense of novelty and excitement, to the point that they ignored the fact that they had been brutally beaten by their opponents throughout the entire class.

After Zhang Cheng announced his dismissal, the "Iron Triangle" immediately huddled together, intensely discussing everything that had just happened.

"Damn it! I think Headmaster Dumbledore has gone mad! He actually hired Malfoy's private tutor to teach us." Ron rubbed his still sore shoulders and complained in a low voice.

Although magic heals most wounds, the psychological effects are not something that can be eliminated in a short time.

“I also think this course is a bit risky, but there’s no denying that if you stick with it, you’ll definitely reap great rewards. Look at Draco, he’s probably better than the three of us combined now,” Hermione said seriously.

“That’s right! As long as I can become stronger, getting injured is nothing. Whether you want to continue or not, I will not give up.” Harry Potter’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

If there's anyone in the British magical world who's most eager to prove himself, it's undoubtedly him.

Having inexplicably become a "celebrity" the moment he stepped into the wizarding world, he wanted more than anyone else to gain the strength to match his fame, rather than being ridiculed and mocked for his background.

In fact, having grown up in an environment of oppression and discrimination, Harry Potter harbored a much darker side than most of his peers, and his ambition and desires were also much stronger.

What Zhang Cheng did was to use some guiding and suggestive methods to bring out all the dark sides of his personality and see if the final result would be any different.

After all, the pursuit of power is a deep-seated desire in every wizard's subconscious, and even the greatest white wizard cannot stop a young man from striving to gain his own power.

However, so far, no one has realized his sinister intentions.

……

Back in his room, Zhang Cheng didn't rush to influence Harry's thoughts. He simply opened a palm-sized crystal bottle on the table and poured a small amount of creative power into it for storage.

After he finished all this, he pursed his lips and asked with a half-smile, "Dobby, tell me, what did the Savior do after class?"

“Great Master! Harry Potter seems to really enjoy your class and has told his two friends he’s not going to give up no matter what,” a house-elf with a cruelly modified shinbone emerged from the shadows and reported in a low voice.

"Hehe, just as I expected. Continue to keep an eye on him, and if necessary, offer him some temptations. I believe you understand what I mean," Zhang Cheng hinted meaningfully.

“Dobby understands! Dobby will make Harry Potter obsessed with power!” The house-elf placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

“Very good! Remember, be careful not to get caught by the other students and professors. Thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys always like to fantasize and stubbornly believe that they are the most special person in the world. You'd better take advantage of that.” After saying that, Zhang Cheng waved his hand lightly, indicating that the other party could leave.

"Master, please rest assured, I will not be discovered by anyone." Dobby's eyes flashed with malice, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

It's likely that Dumbledore, as the headmaster, will never know that Hogwarts, which he believed had strong magical protection, had long been infiltrated and riddled with holes.

Shortly after the modified house-elf left, the Supreme Authority suddenly asked, "Master, you seem quite interested in that boy with glasses?"

“Interested? No, I’m just feeling a bit bored and want to find some fun for myself.” Zhang Cheng sat down and gently tapped the table. “You know what? The most interesting thing in this world is to personally crush someone’s last hope and watch their faces contort in pain, despair, and struggle. I don’t like Albus Dumbledore, and I dislike even more the ideology he promoted. Whether you’re a wizard or an ordinary person, you should be in a state of intense competition, not so comfortable that you can live a comfortable life without doing anything.”

“I think so too! But I really can’t see anything special about that boy, except for the fragment of soul inside the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his head.” The Supreme Authority clearly did not approve of the “savior”’s identity, and even had a bit of contempt and disdain.

"Special? He's not special at all; he's just a pawn pushed to the forefront and manipulated," Zhang Cheng explained with a cold laugh.

As the protagonist throughout the entire story, Harry Potter was actually just bait deliberately created by Dumbledore to attract Voldemort's attention, and he was never able to escape his control until the very end.

It has to be said that such a life is rather pathetic, so he had to do something a little disruptive.

"So what's next? Don't tell me you're planning to waste all your time on a boy."

"No, of course not. Didn't you see I've been storing up creative power? Next, I'll use the students to conduct a large-scale experiment to see just how many kinds of changes this thing will produce..."

As he said these words, a chilling madness gleamed in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

Yes!

That was his real purpose in coming to Hogwarts to become a professor!

In the entire British magical world, what could be easier than Hogwarts to find hundreds or thousands of wizards as experimental subjects?

As dinner time approached, Zhang Cheng quietly slipped into the kitchen and, taking advantage of the fact that the many house-elves weren't paying attention, infused his creative power into various fruit juices and pumpkin juices.

Finally, when these tampered dishes were served, no one noticed anything amiss, not even the famous Dumbledore.

Right now, the entire Hogwarts can be said to have become a huge testing ground. No one, including Zhang Cheng, the instigator, knows what will happen or whether it will lead to a terrible disaster.

All he knew was that anyone who drank the juice would undergo a sudden mutation within a short period of time.

In order to obtain better test data, hundreds of blood samples were even drawn overnight for archiving.

Just as Zhang Cheng finished doing all this and returned to his room, a piercing scream suddenly erupted from the silent castle, followed by a chaotic scene of panic among all the students and professors.

It goes without saying that Sirius Black had finally infiltrated the area, searching for his enemies while also checking on his godson...

Chapter 0743 Seeds of Darkness

It must be said that Sirius Black was not a very smart guy.

His actions not only failed to achieve any effect, but also angered the Ministry of Magic bureaucrats, further solidifying their determination to keep the Dementors alive.

Most importantly, having learned the so-called "truth" about his parents' deaths, he became completely engrossed in avenging them. He would go to Zhang Cheng's office almost every spare moment to ask him for advice on various spellcasting techniques and attack spells.

In a short time, his strength began to improve by leaps and bounds, and he was almost able to fight Draco to a draw.

It's worth noting that the latter started training a whole semester earlier than the former, which demonstrates the extent of his talent and hard work.

Of course, the price was that she would suffer terrible injuries almost every day and would only be able to go back to bed to rest when she was completely exhausted. As a result, she had little time to maintain her relationship with her two other friends, and her personality became more and more gloomy and less and less willing to open up to others.

This change was something that even Dumbledore, let alone Hermione and Ron, couldn't handle well.

After all, the hatred of killing one's parents cannot be resolved through heart-to-heart talks or counseling. Even in modern society governed by the rule of law, many people will choose the most direct and impulsive way to make the murderer pay for his actions.

"Professor! Can you teach me a true killing curse that can kill the enemy?"

After a day of classes, Harry Potter came to the office alone and stared into Zhang Cheng's eyes, probing him.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Zhang Cheng stroked his chin, looking at the boy with great interest.

He could sense that the other person's emotions, mindset, and mental state were at a very dangerous critical point. If they crossed that point, they would say goodbye to the protagonist of the original work forever and become a completely new Harry Potter.

“I want revenge! I want to make the enemies who betrayed my parents pay the price!” Harry didn’t try to hide anything, nor did he intend to.

As a rather perceptive boy, he could sense that the professor in front of him was different from any other professor in the school.

As for what's different, he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet, but he felt that the other party would be willing to help him, instead of forcing him to give up the idea of ​​revenge like other professors.

"Revenge?" Zhang Cheng shook his head with a half-smile. "You don't seem to have figured out who your real enemy is, do you?"

“I don’t understand! Didn’t the newspaper say that Sirius Black betrayed my parents, which is why they were killed by Voldemort?” Harry frowned and asked through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you the truth directly, but I can give you three small pieces of advice. First, never think things are as simple as they seem on the surface; there might be many secrets and hidden stories behind them that you don't know about. Second, never believe what you read in newspapers, magazines, or what others say, because you can never be sure what's true, what's exaggerated or fabricated, or what's just a rumor someone deliberately spread to deceive and mislead you. Finally, and most importantly, never let hatred blind you. Even if you want to kill someone, think carefully about why you want to kill them and who will benefit the most once they're dead."

Although Zhang Cheng did not give a direct answer, his words were full of hints.

He wouldn't be foolish enough to directly interfere with the "savior's" actions; instead, he planned to let the other party investigate on their own until they embraced the darkness and became like him.

As for why he did this, the answer is simple: he prefers action-oriented people who are willing to pay any price to achieve their goals, rather than those "righteous messengers" who stand on moral high ground to criticize others.

"You mean... Sirius Black isn't the one who killed my parents?!" Harry was clearly not a complete fool and immediately understood what he meant.

"Hehe, you'll have to find the answer yourself. I think you should find Black first and talk to him face to face; you might get some unexpected insights. As for the Death Curse, I won't teach you that; that would mean violating the Ministry of Magic's laws. But I'm a careless person, and I sometimes leave some dangerous spellbooks on my desk. It would be terrible if a student reads them."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng patted a notebook with a red cover on the table, then pretended to stand up and walk towards the bathroom.

As she brushed past the boy, she didn't forget to hold up three fingers.

Harry immediately realized that this meant he had thirty minutes, and he rushed over to flip through the contents of the red notebook.

You won't believe it until you see it, and what you find will shock you.

It was filled with dense records of advanced magic that could kill or maim people, some of which, once released, could instantly kill everyone on the street.

panic!

fear!

trembling!