New Spell, Composite Execution

The weather had become extremely hot and humid during the final exams.

The large classrooms where Hogwarts students answered their questions were unbearably hot.

Harry could even see the air itself seem to be distorted by the enormous temperature difference.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, resisted the urge to light a cigarette, and picked up his new quill pen, which was specifically for exams.

It was inscribed with anti-cheating spells.

For the Survival Quartet, the theoretical exam was just a formality.

Even Neville Barton, whose knowledge was the least solid, was confident of getting an "O" (excellent).

After spending hours on parchment, the first thing Harry did after leaving the exam hall was to happily roll a Hand-rolled cigarette.

After the theoretical exam, there will be a practical exam.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher and headmaster of Ravenclaw, led them into the classroom one by one to see if the young wizards could make a pineapple tap dance across a desk.

Harry walked out of the exam room, pursing his lips. "Utterly unoriginal."

Draco Malfoy echoed this sentiment, "There was no challenge at all; I thought there would be some difficult problems."

They were capable of this level of magical skill back in the Little World of Famine.

"It's alright. For a first-grader, this level of difficulty is sufficient."

Hermione, however, gave a fair assessment.

After all, not all newly enrolled wizards have the unique growth experience of these four.

Real-world testing goes beyond these aspects.

During Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration test, they were asked to transform a Nezumi into a snuffbox.

Neville performed the best in the Transfiguration test.

Perhaps because of his meticulous attention to detail, the snuffboxes he conjured were incredibly lifelike, gilded and silvered, with every watermark and mark appearing as if they had been laser-engraved.

Precise and elegant.

In fact, this also matches Neville's current appearance.

He is no longer the chubby boy he was when he first entered the school.

Neville, who still loves food, consumes a lot of nutrients but is unwilling to let his body accumulate too much fat. So he racked his brains and put in a lot of effort to finally develop a new spell called the "Metabolism Curse".

His body began to grow rapidly.

Of the Survival Quartet, Neville is now the tallest.

He had a well-proportioned figure, regular features, and always wore a well-fitting suit.

When he was with Hermione, Malfoy, and Harry, Neville was like a butler who took care of the young master and princess, without complaint or regret, and with extremely high professionalism.

Professor McGonagall did not hesitate to give Neville an extra 30 points.

Ravenclaw surged ahead and reached the summit.

This time, Dumbledore won't be needed to cheat in the House Cup.

Compared to the final exam, the act of luring and killing Voldemort seemed much more mundane.

Dumbledore provided the venue and, in turn, spread the rumor that "the Philosopher's Stone and an endless Knowledge Vault are hidden somewhere in the school."

In this situation, the Survival Quartet put on a show.

They traversed the portrait cave, the Anywhere Door, deceived the Cerberus, and used their knowledge and abilities to overcome layer after layer of obstacles, finally arriving before the Philosopher's Stone.

A person appeared before them.

Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.

Quirrell.

"It really was you."

Harry's tone seemed somewhat regretful and annoyed.

He saw it immediately.

The Voldemort hidden behind Quirrell's head was just a remnant of his soul.

Of the seven Horcrux, none of them can compare to the opponent.

Malfoy smoothed his platinum blonde hair, his eyes flashing with a dangerous crimson light.

He felt he had overestimated his opponent.

Voldemort's Soul Fragment + Quirrell.

He could take care of this kind of thing with a single breath of his dragon.

There's absolutely no need for all that preparation work!

Damn it!

Malfoy angrily slammed his fist into the stone pillar.

At the opening banquet, Professor Wang Yan flicked Quirrell away, but Quirrell was not seriously injured.

Although he admitted defeat and apologized on the spot, the four still overestimated Quirrell and Voldemort's Soul Fragment's fighting power.

They should have known!

We shouldn't use someone like Professor Wang Yan, who is outside the bounds of academic discourse, as a point of reference!

There's absolutely no comparison!

Professor Wang Yan was simply teaching Quirrell and Voldemort a lesson.

Poor Quirrell, seeing Harry and Malfoy's performance, still acts like he has everything under control.

He even laughed so hard his whole body was shaking.

The laughter was shrill and piercing, making one's eardrums ache.

"Yes, it's me!"

Quirrell said in a sinister tone, "What I hate most is that 'I knew it all' look on your face."

"Oh."

Harry drew his wand expressionlessly.

Hermione, standing beside him, asked with great interest, "Is Voldemort hiding under your turban? How does he tolerate this stench?"

"Show some respect, that's the Dark Lord!"

Quirrell's eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous rage appearing on his face. "I know you all have excellent grades, but the gap between an adult wizard and a wizarding apprentice is greater than you imagine!"

After confirming several times that no one else was around, he felt he had the situation under control and started to act recklessly.

"I encountered the Dark Lord while traveling around the world."

"Back then, I was a naive young man with a ridiculous set of ideas about good and evil."

"It was the Dark Lord who pointed out my mistake. He told me that there is no such thing as good or evil, right or wrong, in the world, only power, and those incompetent people who cannot obtain power..."

Bang!

A violent explosion suddenly occurred on Quirrell.

Pitch-black flames, a shadowless divine blade, a deadly green light, and a ghostly blue dragon's breath...

Faced with a deadly, interconnected curse that bound the Survival Quartet, Quirrell didn't even have the chance to say his last words.

Draco Malfoy made a flower shape in the air with his wand.

He kissed the tip of his wand and whispered, "Yes, Voldemort was that kind of incompetent wretch."

At the end-of-term banquet.

Dumbledore arrived at the venue, and the noise in the Great Hall gradually subsided.

Another year has passed!

The principal forced a smile.

He was still thinking about the combined spells cast by the four young wizards.

Neville's Fiendfyre Curse and Malfoy's Frost Dragon Breath are things I've already seen before.

Where did Harry Potter learn his "Sectumsempra" and Hermione's "Avada Kedavra" from?

Judging from their level of skill, it didn't seem like it was their first time.

The Ministry of Magic has never issued any warnings about this.

It seems the quartet has solved the monitoring spell in the underage wizard's wand.

The banquet ended quickly.

Dumbledore did not award Ravenclaw House points.

There was no need for that, because with the Survival Quartet there, Ravenclaw could have easily dominated the House Cup with an absolute advantage.

Moreover, personally speaking, he preferred Gryffindor were always at the bottom of the class.

Looking at the youthful faces of Harry and the others, Dumbledore sighed Youyou.

He had a vague feeling that, compared to Voldemort, these four little guys might bring even greater changes to the world in the future.

Dumbledore believed that, in addition to their primary mission of fighting Voldemort, the members of the Order of the Phoenix should also bear the responsibility of "guiding underage wizards onto the right path."

The banquet ended quickly.

Harry, Hermione, Malfoy, Neville boarded the Malfoy family's private flying car.

The young wizards chatted and laughed all the way to the Malfoy Manor.

They didn't need to take off their wizard robes and put on jackets and blouses to squeeze through the crowds at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters of King's Cross Station.

They had planned their vacation well in advance.

Malfoy Manor, St. Mungo's Hospital, Hermione's house.

These are the three stops for the holiday.

But then, four "peers" from the France Beauxbatons Academy of Magic disrupted the Survival Quartet's plans.