Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

"Ron, what happened?" Harry looked at the pale Ron with concern.

Hermione shifted a little uneasily, looking worried.

Early this morning, Ron was called away by Professor McGonagall, along with Ginny and Percy. When they came back, they all looked very depressed.

"Fred is lost," Ron said hoarsely. "Like Colin."

"How is it possible..." Hermione exclaimed, looking a little overwhelmed, "How is it possible? I mean... there can't be anything dangerous in the castle..."

"Who knows, Dumbledore may have lost his sight..." Ron muttered, "I really don't know how our parents would agree to let us stay here. Maybe we won't be able to see each other when we close our eyes one night. The sun will shine tomorrow.”

"Chamber of Secrets, Lost Souls, is this Hogwarts?" Hermione sighed deeply, "So many things have never happened before!"

"I think we must at least find out the truth about the Chamber of Secrets first." Harry said sternly, "We should believe that Dumbledore will solve the problem of soul separation."

"Yes, believe Dumbledore, just like mother said." Ron muttered.

"The polyjuice potion is still brewing, and it's going well now." Hermione whispered, "I need to check again. It will probably be brewed during Christmas."

Ginny sat in her armchair crying, and George conjured up a bearded face next to her and tried to cheer her up, which only made her cry harder.

Ron smiled with an ugly expression and said, "Ginny, there's no need to be so sad, he's not dead. At least we don't have to worry about misidentifying the two of them during this time..."

The little wizards in the school soon discovered something. Only one of the Weasley twins who had always been inseparable was left. As the two very popular people in the school, many little wizards crowded in the school hospital to try to check the situation.

Madam Pomfrey had to lock the door of the room and drive the little wizard out of the school hospital.

Although the professors said that Fred Weasley was just sick, most young wizards were convinced that he had been harmed by the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, and many young wizards panicked.

Of course, some people were happy about it, like Draco. He felt that the heir had done a good job.

"Oh, pure-blood traitors, it's time for you to know the price of self-destruction." During a class break, Draco approached the trio and said, making an exaggerated petrified expression.

Brian felt that Draco was itchy, so he quietly watched from the sidelines.

"Malfoy, you bastard!" Ron lost control and pulled out his wand wrapped with tape. A beam of red light hit himself from the end of the wand, making him laugh so hard that he almost died. .

"Ron!" Hermione screamed.

"Hahaha, Weasley performed a performance for us and I hit myself." Draco said with a smile, "Perform another one for me and I may consider giving you a copper nut as a reward."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed a little naively.

Harry angrily pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco, trying to get him to shut that foul mouth.

"Potter, what are you doing?" Snape's deep voice sounded from the side of the corridor, and then he walked over quickly like a big bat.

He stared at Harry with empty and cold eyes, and said with a curved corner of his mouth: "If you attack a classmate, you will lose twenty points from Gryffindor."

Harry's green eyes glared angrily at Snape, and he gasped in anger. He shouted: "I didn't, Professor!"

"I can see what's happening, Potter." Snape said smoothly, "Confronting the professor will result in another ten points from Gryffindor."

Potter's face turned red and Hermione held him tightly.

Draco followed Snape away, looking back and raising his eyebrows at them triumphantly.

But Draco's retribution came soon. That night, someone used a full-body binding spell on him, covered his face with a smelly sock, and was stuffed into a cupboard to stay there all night.

When Brian woke up the next day, he discovered that Draco was missing. A group of Slytherin wizards had been looking for him for a long time before they found him in the remote utility room.

Draco angrily claimed that he was going to write to his father and ask him to expel his attacker from school.

"But, did you see who attacked you?" Brian said.

"No, but it must be a male voice." Draco thought hard, then deflated.

"It must be Potter or Weasley." He said with a look of resentment.

Brian finished his homework and rolled up the parchment.

"I'm going out first." He looked at the time and it was already nine o'clock in the evening. He said casually and walked out of the lounge.

"Where are you going? I'm going too!" Draco said. He hurriedly put away his homework, which was a mess. "I want to practice magic!"

"I'm going to the Forbidden Forest," Brian said.

"Forbidden Forest?" Draco's gray eyes stared straight at him, as if looking at a madman, "Go to the Forbidden Forest at night, you will die!"

"Yeah," Brian smiled quietly and looked at him quietly with his black eyes, "so you'd better not follow."

"Do you think I believe your lies?" Draco raised his chin and said, "You must not want to take me there, so you are talking nonsense."

"Okay, whatever you want." Brian said. He turned and walked out of the common room.

Draco followed him, and together they slipped out of the castle and across the grounds.

"You're not really going to the Forbidden Forest..." Draco's tone was trembling.

"I told you." Brian said lightly.

"What are you going to do?" Draco involuntarily approached him and looked around uneasily.

"Well, let's go play and have some food."

"ha?"

In the Forbidden Forest, Brian first arranged some warning magic around and lit a fire. Then he took out two cleaned roosters and grilled them on the fire.

Draco seemed to be sitting aside obediently, his expression confused and uneasy.

"Brian, are you sure you don't need to go to St. Mungo's?" he asked tentatively.

"It's not bad to go out and eat something good once in a while." Brian fiddled with the firewood and said in a calm tone, "Besides, this environment is more suitable for me to practice magic spells. I need actual combat."

Recently, he often comes to the Forbidden Forest at night, because many of the spells he practices require actual combat against opponents. With his current reflexes, he won't encounter any danger. After all, it is the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, and truly dangerous creatures will not be placed in it.

A few days ago, his level of Charms had been successfully upgraded to the master level, and now he was planning to use witness points to upgrade it. The world is becoming more and more dangerous, and he needs to master the means of self-protection as soon as possible.

He invested three witness points to directly upgrade the magic knowledge to the expert level. This is more like an infusion of experience, which requires him to practice and master various magic spells by himself.

As for the roasted chicken... ahem, Hagrid's roosters have been in trouble recently.

The crowing of the rooster was fatal to the basilisk. Just as a precaution, Brian could only catch Hagrid's rooster, give part of it to the house elves for processing, and then satisfy his appetite.

He clicked with the wand, and bottles and cans flew up. The brush jumped up skillfully to apply condiments to the rooster, and the rooster stood on the flames and tumbled. As the brush applied a little seasoning from time to time, the rich barbecue aroma spread, attracting several beasts.

Brian drove them away casually, while keeping an eye on his surroundings and watching the spice jars jumping around.

You must be wary of sneak attacks in the Forbidden Forest. Brian's wild survival experience has improved by leaps and bounds these days. Of course, there are still intelligent creatures living in the Forbidden Forest. A few days ago, he had to use the Forgetting Curse on a centaur who was looking for trouble.

Draco couldn't help but swallowed as he looked at the browned roast chicken and smelled a completely different aroma from the usual food.

"Do you want it spicy?" Brian glanced at him.

"Yes! Put more!" Draco said.

Brian used his wand to light the jar of cumin and chili powder he had prepared. It was sprinkled with spices, and instantly the rich aroma wafted out, and two grilled chicken steaks were born.

Draco reservedly took a roast chicken, while complaining about the lack of cutlery, his mouth was full of oil as he ate it, and his mouth was so spicy that he hissed and breathed out.

Brian tore off a chicken wing and tasted it. It was similar to the one in his previous life. It seemed that his craftsmanship had not deteriorated.

"The taste, how should I put it, is very strange." On the way back, Draco clicked his tongue, "It's obviously very rough, but it seems to be addictive. I suspect you added a delicious potion to it."

He seemed to have completely forgotten what he was doing.

Brian didn't bother to pay attention to his chatter, and stared at the bright moonlight in trance.

Thank you for the 100 starting coins that I received from the neighbor next door~