Veratia's Ambition

"Crushing Spell!" Seamus reacted swiftly, unleashing a powerful Reductor Curse.

The spell struck the Troll's chest precisely—right where the red crystal armor was thickest.

With a deafening roar and a flash of red light, the armor absorbed most of the energy of the Reductor Curse! The Troll was jolted back half a step by the impact, shook its head, and found that there wasn't even a crack on the armor.

"It's no use! That armor can absorb magic!" Pansy shouted as she dodged the falling stone pillar. The pillar crashed down where she had just been standing, instantly creating a deep crater in the ground, sending rubble flying everywhere.

"Blazing Flames!" Seamus refused to believe it and tried again.

The Troll was engulfed in scorching flames, but it merely flailed its arms in frustration, its red crystal armor shining even brighter in the flames, completely unharmed.

The Troll even charged towards Seamus amidst flames, each step causing the ground to tremble.

"Impedimenta!" "Stunning Spell!"

Pansy tried several control and Stunning Spell, but the result was the same: the light from the spell struck the armor like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, producing only a ripple of red light and having no effect whatsoever.

The Troll were almost immune to their regular magical attacks.

"We have to find a way to get around that shell!" Seamus shouted, rolling away from the Troll's stomp.

"That sounds nice! But how convoluted is it?" Pansy retorted sarcastically.

Her long hair became disheveled from constantly dodging, losing its usual elegance.

However, the Troll seemed to have its sights set on the even smaller Pansy. It swung its stone pillar and forced Pansy into a corner.

Just as the stone pillar was about to strike, Seamus pointed his wand at the Troll ground beneath the troll's feet.

"Confringo!"

The explosion wasn't directed at the Troll, but rather it occurred beneath its feet.

Although the armor still managed to block the violent shockwaves and flying debris, it successfully disrupted the Troll's balance.

It lost its footing, and the falling stone pillar veered off course, embedding itself deeply Pansy the ground not far from Pansy.

Pansy was terrified. She scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as she could into the distance.

"Bomb its feet! Where the armor doesn't cover!" Seamus roared, brandishing his wand. He no longer used any other Charms, but his specialty: Big Bomb Maxima! "Bombarda Maima!"

Seamus's Charms targets the Troll's relatively vulnerable ankles and feet, not through direct attack, but by using the rocks and shockwaves kicked up by the attack to inflict Troll damage.

Although the skin on the soles of his feet was thick, it was far less defensive than the crystal armor. In addition, since Seamus was an explosive being, even if it couldn't cause a fatal wound, the pain and impact successfully slowed down the Troll's movements.

Pansy also changed her strategy. She used her agility to constantly set up invisible tripwires with Impediment Jinx, or to use Transfiguration Spell to turn the pebbles on the ground into slippery oil, further restricting the Troll's movements.

That's where her cleverness lies; she was inspired by Ron and Hermione's teamwork from the very beginning.

The Troll was thoroughly enraged by the two's "fly-like" tactics. It furiously swung the stone pillars, smashing them haphazardly in all directions, sending up a shower of flying stones, forcing Seamus and Pansy to be even more careful.

The opportunity arose precisely after a spectacular Cleansweep.

Because of the excessive force, the Troll briefly lost its balance. To maintain its balance, its thick arm covered with crystal armor was raised high, exposing a small patch of relatively soft gray skin under its armpit that was not covered by armor!

"Now!"

After saying this, Seamus raised his wand high and pointed it at the patch of gray skin.

However, there was a Charms that was even faster than him.

"Diffindo ( to Diffindo)!"

The skin was ripped open with a huge gash by the Charms.

Immediately afterwards, a Charms struck the huge gap, blasting off the Troll's arm that was holding the stone pillar.

"Big Bomb!"

"Well done, Finnegan!" Pansy's eyes lit up.

The Troll cried out in pain, opening its massive mouth and howling wildly.

Seizing the opportunity, Seamus shoved another Exploding Charm into the Troll's mouth.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The next moment, the Troll's head exploded into a pile of minced meat with a loud bang.

Its body swayed and finally collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Seamus collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his face covered in soot and excitement.

Pansy leaned against the stone wall in the distance, straightening her disheveled robes and hair. Although her face remained stern, a hint of disbelief lingered beneath the lingering shock in her eyes—they had actually done it.

"Well done!"

Harry's voice came from the audience seats in the dueling arena. It would have been better if he hadn't spoken, because as soon as he did, Seamus looked up and glared at him angrily.

"You actually assigned us such a dangerous monster! What if we get crushed to death?"

"Oh, you won't," Harry said with a laugh. "Don't worry, how could that possibly happen? I'm fully prepared—"

Since that's what he's said, no matter what, Seamus couldn't say anything more.

Next, Hannah and Justin make their appearance.

"What is Harpies?" Seamus asked, not forgetting to ask.

"It's... it looks a bit like Fire Dragon." Ron answered with his limited knowledge, "I remember someone saying its name frequently appears in Muggle newspapers, and it's considered one of the most-exposed creatures, along with the Loch Ness Monster."

"I told you," Hermione said with a relieved expression, then her know-it-all personality kicked in. "These half-bird, half-reptile creatures are distant relatives of Occamy. They can't breathe fire, but they have serrated, strong fangs that can bite through their prey. I remember reading in the book that Harpies curious and have bulletproof fur. Also, the nerves in these creatures' hearts can be used as the core of a staff."

"I see." Seamus looked enlightened, then asked with some concern, "Do you think Hannah and Justin can handle a monster like that? I have a feeling it's even more powerful than Troll —I mean, a super-powered Troll."

As Seamus said this, he gave Harry a resentful look, which sent chills down Harry's spine.

"There's definitely no problem," Ron nodded. "I trust both of them."

"Me too." Neville nodded quickly.

Half an hour later, a disheveled Hannah and Justin were brought back by Harry. Although they were covered in dirt, their eyes were shining.

Clearly, they also defeated the Harpies.

"I must say, you've all made great progress." Harry applauded them sincerely and said, "Alright, that concludes today's trial—those who pass will receive a complete set of the new Philosopher's Stone series products next year—and of course, the latest personal computers."

"Long live!" everyone shouted in celebration.

Whether or not we can defeat these Magical Creatures is a minor matter; obtaining the complete set of Philosopher's Stone products is the real big deal.

In the Magical World today, the Philosopher's Stone two-piece set is incredibly popular. If someone is hesitant about what to give as a gift and doesn't have a good option, the Philosopher's Stone series is their best choice.

It's a presentable gift, and the recipient will love it. Could there be a more perfect gift?

Of course not.

The International Confederation of Wizards is currently discussing whether to distribute these magical technology products outside the country, starting with the upper echelons of the Muggle world.

Harry wasn't particularly interested in breaking the Wizarding Secrecy Law, but Veratia seemed extremely enthusiastic.

In her words, wizards don't necessarily have to rule the world, but they have the right to live in the sunlight, free from any constraints.

In today's world, the former statement may not have many followers, but the latter statement truly resonates with most wizards.

Yes, why should the existence of wizards have to be kept secret?

Isn't it better to live openly and honestly in the sunlight?

This has led the French Ministry of Magic to try to control domestic public opinion, lest these people actually rush to discuss joining the European Ministry of Magic.

Because France wizards have already been suggesting in the newspapers that since France is part of Europe, why shouldn't the French Ministry of Magic European Ministry of Magic?

Is this a move towards independence? It's so hard to guess.

Before leaving the Room of Requirement, Harry gave them another check-up, still feeling a bit uneasy.

With all the data normal, Harry was relieved and let them return to their respective Common Room.

Harry then took his phone to Mr. LeMay, hoping Steve could help him figure out how to cut and paste the videos.

"I have to say," Steve remarked after watching the videos of these young wizards battling Magical Creatures, "Wizards are indeed far more powerful than Muggle. You see, when I was sixteen, I wouldn't have dared to fight these monsters."

That statement isn't wrong, but it shouldn't be said in such a way.

"That's not how it works," Harry said with a chuckle. "They're like Muggle graduating with a master's degree at sixteen or seventeen, a rare breed among young wizards. In reality, most wizards at that age can't even defeat a level 5X Magical Creatures."

"What is this Magical Creatures?" Steve asked, pointing to the Harpies that Hannah and Justin were fighting.

"Harpies," Harry explained to Steve, reiterating its basic characteristics.

"I never imagined that this man-eating bird was a specialty of Maryland," Steve said in surprise. "I do seem to have heard of this monster before; sometimes the newspapers report on it."

Just like the Loch Ness Monster.

"Are you from Maryland?" Harry asked with interest.

Steve smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, I was born in California."

With the help of the enthusiastic Steve, the video was finally edited.

Harry sent the original copies of these videos to each of the participating students, and also sent Neville's grandmother Augusta Longbottom, a video of Neville fighting the Werewolf.

He then uploaded these videos to a video website, still using the official Hogwarts account.

Yes, the official Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry account on the video website is now in Harry's hands.

Dumbledore wasn't interested in how to run this thing; he only cared about getting some candy or something, or about promoting the sugar.

Professor Snape's assessment of this was that "his brain has been pickled in syrup."

As you know, Harry rarely supports Professor Snape's opinions, but this time he really had to agree.

Of course, Harry consulted the Headmaster before uploading, and the final answer was yes.

The four deans had no objections, since students from each college were featured in the video.

To Professor Flitwick's dissatisfaction, only Luna from Ravenclaw participated in the Dueling Club.

"It breaks my heart, it really breaks my heart," Professor Flitwick said, clutching his heart. "I was the champion of the dueling tournament back then, so why didn't Harry even notice one of these students?"

Harry didn't know what to say to comfort Flitwick.

However, Professor Flitwick still expressed high praise, especially for the excellent teamwork between Ron and Hermione, and for Seamus and Pansy's quick thinking.

"These Troll —I think I've seen them before," Professor Flitwick finally said. "But that seems to have been a long time ago. It's amazing you were able to bring these things out."

After reporting his work, Harry returned to the Common Room.

However, as soon as he entered, he saw Ron and Seamus rushing over with excited expressions.

"Harry!" they both exclaimed, "Look! Our video is a hit! It's gone viral!"

"Yeah?"

Harry was a little surprised; the video had only been uploaded for a little over an hour, and it had already passed review and been promoted to everyone's view so quickly?

He checked the video's backend and found that it had already received over 50,000 views, along with various donations and comments.

The number of views continues to rise, which must be due to some unseen force at work by Steve.

"Look, there are still quite a few comments," Harry said, pointing to them. "I think I saw one from Fred —or maybe George —from the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, saying he's happy his brother has overcome his arachnophobia."

"Yeah, and don't ask where arachnophobia comes from," Ron said, rolling his eyes.

Ron's arachnophobia stemmed from a prank by his Fred.

Fred turned Ron's favorite plush bear into a giant spider when Ron was three years old. This experience caused Ron deep psychological trauma, leading to a long-term fear of spiders.

Harry gave a slight smirk.

Indeed, Fred is truly despicable when it comes to being a scoundrel; he's the most professional expert at screwing over his brother, bar none.

"There are comments too." Harry continued reading, "Oh, one girl commented that her Xixi's ' Troll figure against the trolls' simply made her freeze on the spot—uh, the rest of the characters are censored."