You Got Lucky

"What—what kind of magic was that?"

Harry swallowed, staring at the troll lying on the ground, howling in agony. A gash roughly half a meter long had been torn across its chest, green blood continuously pouring from it. He felt a chill run through his entire body.

It was not just him. Every child present, including Evan and the other two, had been terrified by Noah's horrifying spell!

What was that? One spell had reduced a troll to this state? Was this some kind of joke?

Noah did not look much better either. It was not because he thought he had caused too much of a commotion and feared it would bring unnecessary trouble.

Sectumsempra simply was not a spell suited for him to use at his current level. He felt as though his magic was nearly drained dry!

Speaking of which, Noah really had to thank the Room of Requirement. Many of the things Noah had learned in the System Library did not belong to the Hogwarts system.

Especially those tricks with obvious offensive properties. At Hogwarts, they could practically be compared to the Killing Curse—purely in terms of destructive power.

Noah wanted to show off without inviting unnecessary trouble, so the best approach was to use a known spell.

As it happened, Noah had obtained the Half-Blood Prince's notes in the Room of Requirement. Naturally, he had studied their contents carefully, which was why he knew Sectumsempra.

"It should be an upper-year spell. It's called Sectumsempra."

Noah only answered slowly after taking a moment to recover, then put away his wand.

The spell's consumption was indeed rather intense, but Noah was extremely satisfied with its performance. He had every reason to believe that as his magical ability improved, the burden it placed on his magic would grow smaller and smaller.

Maybe he would be able to use this spell normally by his second year!

Of course, that was a matter for the future. He turned to look at Hermione, who was still somewhat dazed, then glanced at the excited Evan and the others before shaking his head.

"I think we should leave first. Professor Dumbledore and the others are looking for this thing because it got out. It won't be easy to explain if they find us here."

"Yeah, and if they change the dormitory password again, the four of us will be done for! But Noah, when we get back, you have to teach us that spell—"

"No problem. I was originally just looking for a book about potions, but I happened to find a set of notes. That spell was in them."

"That's great."

As they spoke, Noah and the other three headed outside.

As for the three Gryffindor students left behind, aside from Noah paying them a little attention, no one else cared about them at all.

It was enough that those three had not gotten hurt. They were far more concerned about the spell Noah had used. As for whether they would thank him?

Forget it. It would already be good enough if those Gryffindor students did not think Noah had stolen their spotlight.

However, what they had not expected was that the moment they stepped outside, they ran straight into Professor McGonagall and the others rushing over. Instantly, they felt that things had gone terribly wrong.

Especially when they saw Professor Snape standing nearby with a dark expression, Kate and the others felt incredibly unlucky. They had not run fast enough!

"My goodness! What exactly is going on here? You had better explain yourselves clearly!" Professor McGonagall was startled by the sight before her, but after noticing that the students were all unharmed, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um, we saw Harry run over here..." Noah helplessly shrugged, intending to explain, but Hermione seemed to have recovered at that moment and directly cut him off.

"It was all my fault, Professor McGonagall," Hermione said calmly.

"Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall was somewhat surprised. She had not expected Hermione, whom she considered intelligent, to voluntarily admit her mistake.

"I came looking for the troll. I thought I could handle it, but I was wrong. If Noah and the others hadn't arrived in time, I might already be dead."

"Good heavens! Although nothing happened, this was still an utterly foolish thing to do! You have truly disappointed me!"

Professor McGonagall was deeply distressed. In her eyes, it was simply intolerable for first-year students to make such a mistake!

They had been treating their own lives like a joke!

Fortunately, the troll did not seem to have caused them any trouble. Otherwise, she truly would not have known how to answer to their parents.

But just as Professor McGonagall was about to announce punishments for the children, Professor Snape suddenly interrupted her. "Professor McGonagall, please wait a moment. Look at the troll's chest."

"Its chest?" Professor McGonagall immediately turned to look, and the next second, she froze.

Trolls possessed unimaginably powerful physiques, and their recovery abilities could also be described as terrifying!

Yet the dreadful wound on this troll's chest showed no sign of healing whatsoever. It was simply inconceivable.

Suddenly, a word surfaced in Professor McGonagall's mind—dark magic!

Yes, it seemed that only dark magic could do something like this, leaving even a troll unable to recover from its injuries!

And when she focused and sensed the troll's wound, she indeed felt an aura similar to dark magic!

Her expression immediately became much more serious. She looked intently at Professor Snape. "Do you know what spell this is?"

"Yes." Snape nodded. His gloomy gaze swept over every student present before he slowly said, "This is a spell I created. Sectumsempra."

"What? Sectumsempra was a spell you created?" Ron blurted out in shock. He had overheard Noah and the others talking about it earlier.

But he regretted it the moment the words left his mouth and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth.

Unfortunately, it was already too late. He clearly noticed that the looks Harry and Hermione gave him, along with everyone else's, had changed. His words had also drawn the professors' attention.

"It seems Mr. Weasley knows exactly what happened. Forgive me for saying so, but I have no desire to hear that you cast this spell, because I do not believe you possess that ability." Snape's expression was unpleasant as he stared hard at Ron.

"I..." Ron stammered. He felt utterly miserable now.

"I cast the spell, Professor Snape." Seeing this, Noah simply stepped forward.

"Mr. Phileas, if it was you, then I am not particularly surprised. I am simply curious as to how you learned this spell." Professor Snape's expression remained gloomy, but it was clear that his tone was no longer as cold.

"I—"

"Wait, don't say anything yet." Just as Noah was about to explain, Professor McGonagall directly cut him off.

Turning around, Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and the other two. "Hermione, Gryffindor will lose five points for your poor judgment. As for you two, remember that you were purely lucky this time. If your actions had not drawn Noah and the others' attention, you would not have been so fortunate. Now return to your dormitory!"

After saying that, Professor McGonagall looked at Noah. "Come on. Whatever you have to say, we'll discuss it in Dumbledore's office. All four of you."