Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

"Ah! Oh dear!"

Hearing the strange cry, Jimmy calmly waved his wand, directing the two cauldrons to pour out all the dregs inside, extract the juice, and put it into bottles of different shapes.

After howling for a while, Peter Pettigrew realized who was to blame for his predicament. He looked at Jimmy Blaine not far away, and many questions flashed through his mind.

For example, how did he discover his own?

What is the purpose of capturing me?

How much did he know?

These doubts made Peter Pettigrew feel uneasy. He had disguised himself so well, so why was he discovered by a little brat?

But that's not necessarily true. Maybe Jimmy just accidentally discovered he was a wizard, and if he can disguise himself well, he might be able to get away with it.

Thinking of this, Peter Pettigrew exclaimed in terror, "Who, who are you?! Why am I here?"

Seeing that Jimmy didn't answer, he started struggling again, making some noise. "Why am I here? Wasn't I being chased by Sirius Blake?"

Peter Pettigrew now wants to pretend to be an amnesiac wizard. If Jimmy discovers his identity by accident, he can use his natural sense of justice to ask Jimmy to let him go and prepare another wand for him.

Then... hehe!

Once the potion was bottled, Jimmy finally had time to pay attention to the struggling Peter Pettigrew, and casually tossed out a spell, "Tongue Lock Throat!"

The spell made Peter Pettigrew shut his mouth, only able to make whimpering sounds, and his mouse eyes widened suddenly.

This script is different from what he expected!

Why did you shut me up without saying a word?

Jimmy had no intention of communicating with Peter Pettigrew. Have you ever seen an experimenter ask a mouse if it is willing to cooperate first?

Communication is only one-sided, with him providing all the information.

What's there to say about a lab rat, or a villain at that?

The first step in the experiment, of course, is to confirm Peter Pettigrew's magic resistance before the medication was administered.

Then, to Peter Pettigrew's horrified gaze, Jimmy flung his wand aside and chanted, "Cut into pieces!"

The classic cutting spell caused Peter Pettigrew to close his eyes in fear, but instead of feeling pain, he felt a chill.

When he opened his eyes, he found that all the clothes he was wearing had been cut into minced meat and were lying on the ground. His obese body, which he had developed from being a rat for more than ten years and indulging in gluttony, was now exposed in the torture chamber.

"Waaaaah!"

Peter Pettigrew kept shaking his head. Jimmy Blaine probably has some kind of peculiar fetish!

He was actually overthinking it; he cut open the clothes simply to better observe the damage caused by the curse.

The next spell immediately revealed its true power.

"Thunderous explosion!"

Bang!

Unable to speak, Peter Pettigrew felt a tightness in his chest, like a firecracker exploding close to his stomach. After a brief numbness, a sharp pain followed.

He looked down in fear and saw a bloody, spreading wound on his obese belly.

Jimmy looked at the wound, took out a ruler and measured it, also testing the depth of the wound. The ruler was inserted into the wound, and Peter Pettigrew twitched in pain again.

The experiment was a rigorous process of exploration. To ensure the accuracy of the experiment, Jimmy tested several spells such as the Transfiguration Curse, the Stunning Curse, and the Imperius Curse, and recorded the data before taking the Qunboron.

He performed three rounds of the spell, increasing in power each time. The most powerful of the three was so powerful that it nearly blew off Peter Pettigrew's leg.

Fortunately, Jimmy was afraid of dying and had brought a lot of healing potions. He poured them all into Peter Pettigrew's mouth, and Peter Pettigrew recovered.

The price of the potent medicine for serious illness is a reduction in lifespan, but Jimmy doesn't care. After all, he's just an unregistered wizard, the kind who would die and no one would even know.

The tongue-locking technique simply involves sticking the tongue to the roof of the mouth. The process of administering the medicine is quite smooth, if you ignore Peter Pettigrew's constant rolling of his eyes and coughing.

Jimmy also poured the weakened version of the drug into Peter Pettigrew's mouth, untied the steel bars on his legs, and controlled his body to perform several repetitive movements to digest the drug's effects.

Once the reddened skin gradually returns to normal, the legs are re-bound.

Another round of experiments, which amounted to punishment, was conducted, and the test results showed that the condition was less than one-fiftieth better than before the medication was administered.

Thinking that it might require a long period of training and medication, Jimmy simply took out some metal parts and made a fitness machine that could manage eating, drinking, and relieving himself, and put Peter Pettigrew inside the machine.

The machine consists of a pair of foot pedals and a load on the back and head.

If Peter Pettigrew wants to eat, he has to step on the pedal, crank the handle, or squat to get the spout close to his mouth.

Given Peter Pettigrew's will to survive, he would definitely do as he was told.

Just to be on the safe side, Jimmy racked his brains and activated bio-alchemy, sticking Peter Pettigrew's hands, feet, and entire back and shoulders to the machine, so he couldn't turn into a rat and escape unless he didn't want the skin on his hands, feet, and back anymore.

Before leaving, he tried to coerce and entice him one last time. He stood with his hands behind his back in front of the do-or-die exercise machine and said to Peter Pettigrew, who was looking terrified, "Peter Pettigrew, if you don't want to die, then you'd better cooperate with my experiment. Once my experiment is over, I will definitely let you leave here."

Oh, don't expect to turn into a rat and escape. If your body leaves this machine, it will instantly—BANG!—explode!

After saying that, he smiled at Peter Pettigrew, whose pupils were wide open in shock, released the lip lock, turned around and left to go back to his dormitory to sleep.

Chapter 205 Hagrid, who loves fitness

Evil will always exist in this world, and Jimmy's actions are nothing compared to Voldemort's.

Although Voldemort didn't kill many people, he was still considered a smaller version of Seele in this small part of Britain. His racism indirectly caused the deaths of many.

Now he has only punished some guilty people, and he not only does not feel guilty, but he also sleeps even better after returning to his dormitory!

The next day, Jimmy woke up still full of energy and went for his morning exercise.

As soon as I arrived at Black Lake, I saw Haig wearing an oversized white tank top, also jogging along the lake.

It seems that the effects of the drug, Qunbolong, are still transforming Hagrid's body, and Jimmy feels that Hagrid has lost even more weight.

"Good morning, Jimmy!" Hagrid, who also saw Jimmy, greeted him warmly and invited him to the front of the cabin to check if he was doing his workout correctly.

Jimmy agreed since he had Transfiguration class at 10 a.m. on Tuesday and was free now.

Fitness is an addictive activity, and Hagrid's muscles are growing rapidly, along with his strength.

Yesterday I could only curl a little over 100 kilograms, but today I can curl a dumbbell of 200 kilograms, and my bench press is even more impressive, reaching 300 kilograms.

The six-part training was no longer enough for Haiger; the effects of the group of boron on him were remarkable. After three consecutive hours of training, he was still full of energy and had no desire to continue.

"I feel like I can keep practicing, but I'll have to wait until after I finish breakfast. Jimmy, come grab something to eat with me!"

As he spoke, Hagrid patted his belly. Next to him, a large pot with a diameter of 1.5 meters was steaming from the edge of its lid. Yaya and the Rocket couple had been waiting there for a while, craving a bite of stewed meat.

Jimmy, drawn by the aroma of the meat, didn't refuse and waited with his plate. But when the lid was lifted and he saw what was inside, he was dumbfounded.

"Hagrid, what is this?"

A large pot was simmering with a jumble of meat and vegetables. If you ignored the wrinkled skin, the still-cooked claws of some unknown beast, and all sorts of strange bones, the stew was actually quite good.

Hagrid chuckled and pulled out a large strainer. Without a word, he scooped up a piece of meat the size of a human head and slammed it onto Jimmy's plate. "Steak Steak Medley! This is my original creation, and it tastes pretty good. Try it!"

"Steak?" Jimmy looked left and right but couldn't see a single steak. Instead, he saw several chicken heads with their heads cut in half, soaking in the broth.

Fortunately, Jimmy has seen a lot and can eat anything, and these foods are nutritious.

Although Haig is usually slovenly and not sensitive to hygiene, his condition is only moderately serious.

If the severity were "India's," Jimmy would rather die than eat Hagrid's food.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Hagrid carried the chopped fish pieces to feed the hippogriff, while Jimmy returned to the castle. After washing up, it was time for his Transfiguration class.

Jimmy's mandrake leaf on his palate is still intact. He carefully protects the leaf with a spell while eating and brushing his teeth. It's not difficult to maintain this for a month.

In the Transfiguration classroom, Ron and Hermione both went to sit in the farthest spot from each other, as if they would never see each other again.

Jimmy was quite satisfied with this result, thinking to himself, "I'll put Lavender and Ron in the same box for the first Hogsmeade week!"

If we don't become friends, we can't come out.

Jimmy, a third-grader, only had one class in the morning, while Hermione had two. After class, she rushed off to her next class.

With nothing else to do, Jimmy continued to brew the Bronze, some for Hagrid, some for experiments, and some as rewards for members of the Round Table organization, so that they could also become stronger.

The afternoon consisted of spells and herbalism classes, which passed uneventfully.

The next day, Jimmy went to Black Lake for his morning exercise again and noticed that Hagrid seemed to have lost even more weight.

His strength also increased again, increasing his bicep curl to 210 kg and his bench press to 400 kg, close to half a ton.

After a thorough examination, it was found that Hagrid was in very good health, much better than before.

"Hagrid, let's change the dosage of Qunbolong from once a week to once every three days, and the training intensity can also be increased appropriately."

Jimmy underestimated Hagrid's potential, given his half-giant bloodline. Hagrid's progress was remarkable, and his training plan needed to be revised.

The revised training plan became all-day, non-stop training, with nutrient solution and a sleep aid to speed up recovery before bed, and daily meals consisting mainly of meat and carbohydrates.

You also need to consume more different kinds of food, such as vegetables, fruits, nuts, fish, and animal organs.

The revised plan pleased Hagrid greatly. Now, he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't train every day, and even when he sleeps, he vaguely thinks about working out and picking up Norbert.

More training means becoming stronger, and becoming stronger means becoming a better professor.

A good professor can assure the Ministry of Magic and the Board of Governors that even if a dragon comes to Hogwarts, the students' safety will be guaranteed!

Hagrid's passion for fitness even frightened Jimmy. By the third day, he hadn't put down the dumbbells, and even when running around the edge of Black Lake, he had to carry the barbell with him.

This directly leads to a visible increase in muscle size, as some of Hagrid's body fat is rapidly burning and becoming nutrients for the muscles.

Its original large belly and fat limbs are gradually transforming into a different kind of giant body with green skin.

Unfortunately, third-year students only have one Magical Creatures Protection class a week, and Harry and Ron were too preoccupied with their argument to notice the changes in the others.

Hagrid, engrossed in fitness, didn't invite Harry to a gathering, and Harry and the others, understanding that it was Hagrid's first time as a professor, didn't bother him...

On Thursday, Gryffindor and Slytherin will have two consecutive Potions classes.

In the past few days, the conflict between Hermione and Ron has actually disappeared; they are just unwilling to back down and apologize.

In order to ensure that they would never see each other again, Jimmy went to the auditorium after his morning exercise and called out to Lavender, who was walking with Parvati, at the entrance of the auditorium.

"Hi, Lavender."

Lavender and Parvati turned around together and looked at Jimmy in surprise.

Jimmy rarely reached out to them. In Lavender's memory, the only girl Jimmy ever reached out to was Hermione; they were together all the time.