Spellcasting Gods

Although the Death Eaters' surprise attack at the Quidditch World Cup cast a shadow over the entire British wizarding world, with many fearing the Dark Lord's return, the powerful suppression by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge ultimately prevented widespread panic.

Ordinary wizards only knew from the newspapers that a group of wicked Death Eater remnants, still unwilling to accept defeat, were trying to vent their resentment and anger through attacks.

No one knew that, taking advantage of the chaos, a dark hand had silently reached into the British Ministry of Magic, firmly controlling several important departments.

Before long, it will unleash the dark side of the human subconscious, turning ordinary, stupid wizards into violent extremists.

Of course, all of this was in preparation for that insane plan to destroy the world.

After learning what kind of person he was serving, Lucius completely abandoned any illusions and meticulously carried out his master's orders.

He knew very well that the Malfoy family could only survive if the plan succeeded, and if they dared to disobey, he would die a much worse death than the Potters.

As the saying goes, fear is always the best motivator for humanity to move forward quickly.

Watching Lucius try to conceal his growing fear by working frantically, Zhang Cheng simply smiled meaningfully, then left Malfoy Manor and returned to Hogwarts to resume his role as a professor.

Because in the coming year, the two most important parts of the whole plan will be completed: one is to expel Dumbledore from Hogwarts, and the other is to wait for Voldemort to be resurrected and do all the dirty and hard work for him.

In addition, there is one more crucial thing: to continue to delve deeper into the power of creation and, to a certain extent, to master and control it.

With a series of ulterior motives, Zhang Cheng finally boarded the Hogwarts Express. He watched with great interest the busy scene of students and parents outside the window and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear: "Unconsciously, I have already spent two years in this world. I hope this year is the last year."

"What are you muttering about?" Hermione, sitting next to her, looked up and asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing. I was just marveling at how fast time flies," Zhang Cheng replied without hesitation.

As she continued to digest the knowledge being instilled into her mind, the girl could barely be considered a qualified assistant. She began to be responsible for handling some relatively confidential experimental data, which greatly accelerated the research speed on the power of creation. Her personality also seemed to have become more mature, and she exuded a faint intellectual aura that her peers could never possess.

Almost every student passing by the carriage, regardless of gender, would involuntarily stop and stare at her with amazed eyes.

It's important to know that in most students' minds, Hermione Granger has always been a strong-willed, self-important, and unlikable girl.

But after a holiday, she suddenly transformed into a mature, quiet beauty, her eyes radiating confidence and wisdom.

"Sighing? You don't seem old enough to need to sigh about the passage of time, do you?" The girl looked at the young and handsome face and couldn't help but laugh and tease him.

“No, you don’t understand. It has nothing to do with age; it’s a special state of mind.” Zhang Cheng didn’t explain further, but simply smiled and shook his head.

Although time doesn't leave many marks on his body when he travels between different worlds, changes in his spirit are inevitable.

Hermione, however, was clearly unaware of these things. She closed her densely filled English notebook and said with a serious expression, "Alright, whatever you're lamenting about, you'd better give me more information quickly, otherwise I won't have any work to do in a week at most."

"Don't worry, when we get back to school, I'll show you the truth behind these experimental data—a power that transcends magic." With that, Zhang Cheng leaned back in his chair, pretending to close his eyes and rest.

Just as Hermione was about to ask a few more questions, she suddenly noticed two first-year students walk in and sit in the opposite seat, staring at her with curious eyes and looking around. She promptly chose to shut her mouth and remain silent.

With the roar of its whistle, the old train, full of students and professors, finally arrived at the outskirts of the castle as night fell.

After watching the girl enter the auditorium with the older students, Zhang Cheng went to his room alone. Before he could even put down the box in his hand, he noticed an old man with strange clothes standing in the corner.

"Good evening! Wizard from the East!" the other party greeted with a cold laugh.

"You are... Alastor Moody?" Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes, revealing a half-smile.

"Hahahaha! That's right! It's me! Remember, I'll be keeping an eye on you all year, so don't even think about pulling any more tricks." The old man who called himself Mad-Eye Moody grinned and pointed to the constantly rotating magic eyeball.

"Staring at me? Are you sure you're not joking, dear Mr. Barty Crouch? Or did your master, the Dark Lord, not teach you not to mess with me?" Zhang Cheng directly exposed the other party's little trick and mocked him mercilessly.

Although compound decoctions are said to be able to perfectly change a person's appearance, they cannot change the thoughts in their mind.

While Occlumency may be sufficient to resist spells like Legilimency, it cannot withstand the intrusion of psychic abilities.

He can immediately identify a person's true identity simply by reading their superficial thoughts.

“You can see through my disguise?!” Barty Crouch Jr. was clearly taken aback.

“That’s right! Most deception and pretense in the world are ineffective against me, so you’d better behave yourself and not try to test my limits, understand?”

The words had barely left his mouth!

Zhang Cheng rushed forward with lightning speed, grabbed the other person's neck, and his pupils flashed with a chilling light.

"Let...let me go!" Barty Crouch Jr., feeling suffocated, desperately tried to pry open the hands that were blocking his airway.

Unfortunately, his pitiful strength was no match for the body that had been transformed by divinity. The more he struggled, the tighter the grip became, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Get out!"

Seeing that the guy started rolling his eyes, Zhang Cheng finally let go of his hands and tossed him out into the hallway like a rag doll.

With a loud thud, Barty Crouch Jr. made intimate contact with the hard marble wall, then slammed to the ground, gagging and coughing for several minutes before recovering and quickly disappearing into the dimly lit end of the corridor.

Chapter 0765 Jealousy

The first week of the new semester has passed in the blink of an eye. Whether they are first-year students who have just stepped into the school and are interested in everything, or senior students who have been studying at Hogwarts for at least a year, they are gradually integrating into the intense study and life.

Apart from the fact that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester has changed from the highly regarded Lupin to Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Alastor Moody, nothing much has changed.

Of course, as the most mediocre and unremarkable boy in the fourth year, Ron was sitting alone in the common room, looking at his former best friend Harry Potter and his beautiful and lovely girlfriend Cho Chang with complicated eyes, his heart filled with envy and jealousy.

As the youngest son of the Weasley family, a boy who grew up under immense pressure, he was a typical ugly duckling from childhood. Not only did he have to listen to his parents praising how outstanding his older brothers were every day, but he also could never get what he wanted. Whether it was his clothes, daily necessities, textbooks, or utensils, everything was old.

Although he understood that it was impossible for parents to have enough money to provide the best for each of their many children, the resentment he felt under this unequal treatment day after day was already on the verge of exploding.

Especially after starting school and meeting the famous Harry Potter, he felt increasingly inferior to him, like an insignificant star next to the sun.

Almost every time something happens, the first thing others want is a "savior," while I am just a sidekick to the hero in an adventure story, the kind of minor character whose name I can't even remember after reading the whole story.

Then look at the great Harry Potter. Not only did he gain immense fame from birth, a fame that most wizards could only dream of, but his deceased parents also left him a large fortune to squander. Even Headmaster Albus Dumbledore looked at him with special regard.

Since the events of the last few months of the semester caused the three friends to drift apart, Ron quickly realized that he and Harry Potter were from two different worlds from the beginning, and that there was no such thing as friendship. It was just that he wanted to use the savior's halo to gain more attention.

But now, it's all over.

Harry Potter kills the enemy who betrayed his parents, turns against Dumbledore and embarks on a different path, becoming stronger every so often.

Even many professors believe that with his current strength, he wouldn't be in much danger even if attacked by one or two Death Eaters.

In comparison, the admiration and trust from classmates seemed less important.

"Damn it! Why wasn't I the savior?!"

Ron Weasley clenched his fists tightly, roaring inwardly as intense jealousy and bitterness filled every nerve in his brain.

Just as he was about to get up and go to the restroom to wash his face with cold water to calm down, he suddenly heard a gasp from the common room. He looked up and saw Hermione Granger walking in from outside carrying a thick stack of books.

Many boys, who were in a state of excessive hormone secretion, tried to curry favor with her to win her favor, but without exception, they were all ruthlessly rejected.

Having awakened her latent bloodline, she appeared to have transformed from an ugly duckling into a swan, causing a stir wherever she went.

"Good morning!" the girl said casually as she plopped down in the seat next to her.

"Uh—good morning! You look beautiful today!" Ron stammered hurriedly, trying to hide his inner inferiority and panic.

"Thank you! But I'd rather hear those words from someone else." Hermione rested her chin on her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips, revealing the blissful look of a girl in love.

"Who are you referring to?" Ron asked cautiously, barely suppressing the burning jealousy within him.

Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Sorry, it's a secret, I'm not telling you."

After saying that, the girl opened a notebook filled with dense experimental records, lowered her head, and began to work.

On the third day of school, she had already visited the temporary laboratory that Zhang Cheng had set up in the castle, and finally understood the essence and changes of magical energy, instead of being just a simple user who did not seek to understand, like an ordinary wizard.

For her, those profound knowledge and complex changes were like opening the door to a new world, filling her with energy.

Okay! Good luck!

Ron shrugged casually, stood up, and quickly went into the men's restroom at the end of the corridor. He turned on the tap and kept splashing cold water on his face. Then, panting heavily, he stared at himself in the mirror.

For some reason, he seemed to feel a power surging from within his body, and his eyes occasionally emitted a pale yellow glow.

Just as he was wondering if he was hallucinating from anger, his heart suddenly pounded, and all his jealousy, resentment, and anger were transformed into power, gushing out like a flood.

Hair! Skin! Hands! Feet...

Almost every part of its body was undergoing drastic changes, eventually transforming into a figure covered in red scales, resembling a demon from mythology, whose breath even emitted flames and a strong sulfurous odor.

"What...what happened to me?!" The boy stared in astonishment at his changed appearance, involuntarily gripped by intense panic.

There's no way not to panic!

It's important to know that the Weasley family has no history with Animagus, and moreover, even though Animagus usually transforms into animal forms, not this demonic form.

But as the saying goes, accidents are always accompanied by misfortune.

Before Ron could figure out what was going on with the changes in his body, a younger boy who had accidentally wandered in discovered him and let out a piercing scream.

"Ah ...

"Damn it! Shut up! Don't make a sound!"

In a moment of desperation, Ron instinctively reached out his strong arm and shoved the other man.

But to his surprise, the force of the push far exceeded his expectations. The boy was sent flying into the air and crashed hard into the wall behind him, spitting out a mouthful of blood before passing out.

"Oh—no! No! No! I didn't mean to! I have to get out of here! I can't let anyone see me!"

In a panic, he disregarded everything else, smashed the toilet glass, and rushed towards the forbidden forest, disappearing without a trace in no time.

Coincidentally, Zhang Cheng, who was standing by the window, caught a glimpse of the fleeting red figure and couldn't help but smirk, muttering to himself, "Ah! Another mutant! Hopefully, this one won't die too quickly..."

Chapter 0766 Guinea Pig

run!

Run as fast as you can!

Ron felt as if he would never get tired and had almost unlimited stamina.

However, this state did not last long. When he reached a stream, he suddenly felt all the power that had surged up just now disappear, and he returned to his original state. He knelt down with a thud and gasped for breath.

"Damn it! What on earth is going on?"

Looking at his face in the water, which looked no different from usual, the boy felt as if he were having a dream, a terrible nightmare.

Just as he took a few sips of water and struggled to get up to return to school, he suddenly noticed a dark figure standing behind him.

Before I could react, a strong wave of dizziness swept over me, and then everything went black and I lost consciousness.

Clearly, the shadowy figure was none other than Zhang Cheng, who had been following them.

He circled Ron twice, his pupils dilated, standing motionless like a puppet, before muttering to himself with a playful tone, "Interesting little lab rat. Let me see what's happened to you..."