Spellcasting Gods

He couldn't fathom why a professor would possess so much, such terrifying, and strictly forbidden destructive magic by the Ministry of Magic.

But after a brief moment of panic, he quickly calmed down and realized that this was a golden opportunity. He widened his eyes and quickly memorized the spells.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. When Zhang Cheng came out of the bathroom, Harry Potter quickly closed his notebook, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you very much, Professor. I swear I will repay your kindness someday."

"Repayment? No, Potter, I don't need any repayment. I'll be grateful if you can just be clear-headed and not be used by others." Zhang Cheng picked up the notebook and casually threw it into the fireplace, letting the flames burn it to ashes.

“No one can use me! No one can tell me what to do or not to do!” Harry Potter declared firmly.

Lately, he has had enough of the advice and education from friends and elders, and even more so, he has had enough of being pointed at and talked about by others.

This time, he would use the blood and death of his enemies to prove that he had grown up, had enough power, and no longer needed protection or sympathy.

Watching the boy leave the office, Zhang Cheng slightly curled the corners of his lips and murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear: "The seeds of darkness have taken root and sprouted. Tell me, dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, what will you choose? To eliminate Harry Potter, who may become the next Dark Lord, once and for all? Or to use him to eliminate Voldemort first? Or to let the two of them perish together?"

Undoubtedly, nothing would make him happier than tearing off a hypocritical mask of righteousness.

As for whether the entire British magical community will be thrown into turmoil and bloodshed, that's none of his business.

In any case, humanity's fate in this world is already sealed: to be utterly destroyed by a nuclear explosion...

Chapter 0744 Falling into Darkness

Letting go of the past and embracing the darker side of humanity is never something that can be done overnight; it requires a long period of accumulation and process.

So after the seeds of darkness took root and sprouted, An Yang did not have much contact with Harry Potter again, nor did he try to influence or manipulate his behavior. Instead, he handed the job over to Dobby, the house-elf who had undergone terrible modifications.

late at night……

All the students and professors at Hogwarts were fast asleep when Harry, with the help of his invisibility cloak, slipped silently into a room filled with training dummies.

This is none other than the famous "House of Requirement".

Dobby, who had been waiting for a long time, emerged from the dimly lit corner, bowed deeply, and said, "Great Harry Potter, it is an honor for your humble servant to serve you."

"Enough talk! I need training! More training!" Harry quickly took off his Invisibility Cloak and threw it aside, drew his wand, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

"As you wish!" Dobby snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

moment!

One of the dummy figures came to life and slowly transformed into the likeness of Sirius Black from the newspaper, raising his wand and unleashing a terrible killing curse.

"Crushed to pieces!"

"Armor protects you!"

Harry was clearly used to this kind of high-intensity magical confrontation, and without thinking, he cast a protective spell on himself.

After being educated by Zhang Cheng, he had long understood that defensive magic was the most important thing compared to various powerful offensive magics.

As long as you have protective magic, you can remain invincible and then slowly consider how to defeat powerful enemies.

However, without protective spells, even being hit by a low-level spell that is not fatal could lead to utter defeat.

The two fought back and forth for several minutes, and finally, with a new, more powerful and deadly spell, Harry successfully defeated the dummy and restored it to its original form.

However, he wasn't much better off. He was soaked in sweat, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath, clearly indicating a severe depletion of his magical energy.

no way!

In any case, he is only a teenager this year, still a child who hasn't grown up, and the level of magic stored in his body is nowhere near that of an adult wizard.

Especially when casting some powerful spells, it can even cause strong discomfort such as dizziness, nausea, and vomiting.

But for some reason, this has become less and less frequent recently, and at the same time, it feels like something is taking root and sprouting inside my body.

Undoubtedly, the intellectually challenged Harry Potter had no idea what was happening to him, but he felt that as long as he could become stronger, there was nothing wrong with that.

After resting for half an hour, he defeated the dummy again, then put on his invisibility cloak and returned to the Gryffindor common room, completely unaware that a pair of beautiful, large eyes were always staring at him.

……

The next morning, the owner of those eyes burst into the lounge, looking hesitant, and said, "Professor... Professor! I'd like to talk to you, is that alright?"

“Of course! Please speak, Miss Granger.” Zhang Cheng put down his work, turned around, and replied with a smile.

“It’s Harry! I’ve noticed he’s always sneaking out alone late at night, I don’t know what he’s doing,” Hermione cautiously stated her observation.

It has to be said that the "savior's" recent behavior is quite worrying; she even feels that her once-familiar friends have become completely different people.

"Sneaking out in the middle of the night? It sounds like a lot of rebellious boys have done similar things. I don't think it's anything to be surprised about." Zhang Cheng pretended to think for a few seconds, then immediately shook his head noncommittally.

As one of the key subjects of observation, the boy's physical and psychological transformations were under his monitoring, including some interesting reactions induced by the power of creation.

In fact, since deciding to launch the large-scale experiment, he has received many surprising results.

The changes brought about by the power of creation in Harry Potter are the most dramatic. Driven by hatred and an extreme thirst for power, his magical power grows at an astonishing rate. At this rate, in a year at most, even Rhodes of the Ministry of Magic will have to step aside.

Clearly, the power of creation is something easily influenced by desires and strong emotions.

As for how exactly it affects things, Zhang Cheng has not yet summarized any relevant experience or patterns.

Hermione, clearly unaware of the terrible things the young professor standing before her had done, explained to herself, "He didn't just sneak out; he looked like he'd gotten into a fight with someone. I feel like he's becoming more and more distant, increasingly estranged from his friends."

“No, Miss Granger, I think it’s a sign of maturity. Everyone needs some privacy; not everything can be shared with friends. Of course, if your relationship with Potter is closer than friendship, I can ask him what he’s thinking.” As he said this, Zhang Cheng curled up his lips into a knowing and playful smile.

"Ah?!" The girl blushed instantly and hurriedly waved her hands frantically. "No, no, no, you've misunderstood, we're just ordinary friends."

"Really? I feel like your concern for him goes beyond that of ordinary friends. Never mind, that's not something I should be concerned about. But I do know what Potter does when he sneaks out at night."

"You know?!"

"Yes! As far as I know, he goes out alone to practice spells, so there's no need to worry too much."

After teasing the other party a little, Zhang Cheng finally gave an answer, albeit reluctantly.

Because he knew that Harry Potter's unusual behavior was not only a concern for these students, but more importantly, it was also a concern for Hogwarts' headmaster, Dumbledore.

"Practicing spells?" Hermione frowned instinctively.

“Yes! Potter hated his weakness and longed to become strong. He came to me several times before, asking me to tell him the techniques and methods to defeat his enemies.” Zhang Cheng did not try to hide anything and openly admitted that he had taught the boy.

"Thank you very much, Professor. I think I understand." Hermione nodded as if she understood, then turned and ran away, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Watching the girl's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Zhang Cheng asked the Supreme Authority meaningfully, "Guess how Dumbledore will react when he receives this news?"

"Hehe! I guarantee that old guy will stop Harry Potter's revenge plan at all costs. Maybe the two of them will develop an irreparable rift, or even resentment."

"That's right! My plan has succeeded! Harry can never go back to the way he used to be, and I'm sure that old man will be furious and heartbroken..."

Chapter 0745 Unusual Movements

"Damn it! I knew this guy was up to no good! Look what he's done! He's been teaching that stupid Potter so many dangerous spells!" Snape yelled madly as he stood in front of the headmaster's desk.

Because Zhang Cheng had played a trick on this potion master during the opening ceremony, the two had never gotten along well.

To be precise, he had been trying to cause trouble in various ways, attempting to kick Zhang Cheng out of the Hogwarts teaching staff.

Unfortunately, this proposal did not receive the principal's approval.

Ignoring Snape's strong reaction, Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and asked Minerva McGonagall, who had remained silent, "Tell me, what has Potter been up to lately? Is he planning to avenge his parents?"

“Yes! Even a blind man could see what he’s thinking. Albus, I think he’s got psychological problems and is becoming more and more like someone else. You’d better think of something quickly,” Minerva McGonagall warned with a serious expression.

As an old woman who witnessed Voldemort's rise to power, she knew better than anyone how similar Harry Potter was to Tom in his youth, especially in their extreme thirst for power, which was almost pathological. If they went any further, they would fall into an abyss.

"Have you spoken to him?" Dumbledore's expression gradually became serious.

“We talked! But it had no effect. Sirius Black’s escape from prison was like a fuse, causing him to release all the resentment that had been building up inside him for years. I believe you know how much he has suffered over the years; it’s not something that can be resolved through conversation.” Minerva McGonagall shook her head wearily.

"I understand. You may all go back and rest." Dumbledore waved his hand gently, never revealing his true thoughts.

Although Snape was somewhat dissatisfied and wanted to argue a bit more, he ultimately held back and stormed out of the headmaster's office.

After everyone had left, the old man stood up and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear, "Potter shouldn't have turned out like this! Who's behind this? Zhang, or Tom's men?"

The words had barely left his mouth!

He immediately asked the portraits of past principals hanging on the wall, "Does anyone know if the professor I invited back for the Practical Magic course this semester has been doing anything suspicious lately?"

“No! Apart from occasionally teaching students who come to him for advice, he basically stays in his room all day, conducting some strange research,” one of the figures in the portrait answered without hesitation.

"Research? What research?" Dumbledore seemed to sense something was wrong and subconsciously frowned.

"I don't know! His understanding and research on magic far surpasses ours. Even the new spells he teaches his students are based on principles that ordinary wizards cannot comprehend. I heard that Lucius is planning to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic to award him the appropriate honors because of this."

The portrait clearly shows what the current principal wants to know, and it blurts out everything it knows.

Many people mistakenly believe that the ghosts wandering around Hogwarts and the animated magical paintings hanging on the walls are just unnecessary decorations.

But in reality, they are not only a means of monitoring and controlling schools, but also a whole early warning system.

In particular, the portraits that don't need rest are almost everywhere in the castle, so even if someone manages to break into Hogwarts, it's hard to escape their eyes.

It can be said that from the moment Harry Potter and his friends entered the school, every secret little thing they thought they hadn't been discovered was actually under the headmaster's close surveillance, even when they encountered danger several times.

Dumbledore stroked his gray beard and pondered for a long time before finally asking in a somewhat uncertain tone, "So, what were the results of my inquiry into his identity?"

"Sorry, no. There is no trace of him in either the world of ordinary people or the magical world of the East." The portrait gave a straightforward negative answer.

"Incredible! With no identity and no sign of existence, could he have appeared out of thin air?"

"I don't know if he just appeared out of thin air, but I do know one thing: he's more dangerous than he looks, so you'd better not let your guard down."

"Keep an eye on him for me! If anything seems amiss, please notify me immediately."

"Understood!"

……

Just as silence fell over the principal's office, Lucius, inside the Malfoy Manor, had just received an anonymous letter from an unknown sender, and his whole body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Because the letter contained no content, only a skull-shaped pattern that emitted a bright green color and kept swaying.

That's right!

This is not some scary prank, but the infamous Black Mark!

Having once been a member of the Death Eaters, he naturally recognized this symbol that terrified countless people.

"He...he finally came back..."