Little Pigs

In Charms class, Professor Flitwick was explaining the Accio Charm to the young wizards.

Harry pulled Ron over and pointed at Horatio and Hermione. "Don't you think there's something off about the way Hermione looks at Horatio?"

Ron waved a hand. "What's strange about that? A hero saving a beauty might be cliché, but it works."

Ron did not tell Harry that, for some reason lately, he had always felt like his head was a little heavy.

Lavender, who was sitting behind them, overheard their conversation and joined in. "Let me tell you, lately Hermione has always been...

Horatio was really super handsome that night. If someone were willing to face a troll alone for me, I'd absolutely marry him."

Listening to Lavender go on and on about how much the girls envied Hermione and admired Horatio, Ron impatiently interrupted her. "Who would ever like you? Even if someone saved you, they'd be scared off by you, wouldn't they?"

Lavender immediately fired back, "I think you're jealous of Horatio. After all, he's better-looking than you and stronger than you. What girl would have to be blind to fall for a narrow-minded boy like you?"

Ron and Lavender began a long war of words.

After finishing her notes, Hermione glanced at Horatio beside her, who was sleeping soundly with his head on the desk. Noticing his furrowed brow, slightly open mouth, and the faint trace of drool at the corner of his lips, she could not help letting out a soft laugh, so quiet it was nearly inaudible.

After class, Hermione nudged Horatio's elbow. "Horatio, wake up. Class is over."

Horatio groggily lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, and gave a huge yawn.

Hermione helped him tidy the hair that had become messy from sleeping. "Come on. Next is Defence Against the Dark Arts. We need to change classrooms."

The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom was filled with the smell of garlic as Quirrell explained from the podium how he dealt with Inferi.

The young wizards below were drowsy with boredom.

Having slept comfortably through the previous class, Horatio was completely unable to fall asleep now. He could only stare blankly at Hermione as she took notes, until she blushed to the tips of her ears and kicked his shin under the desk.

Horatio boredly lay on the desk and played with the ends of Hermione's hair. "Hermione, what did Professor Flitwick teach last class?"

"The Accio Charm." Hermione let Horatio play with her hair.

"Oh." Horatio looked toward Quirrell at the podium, and a bold idea suddenly formed in his mind.

No sooner thought than done, Horatio picked up Kei and waved it at Quirrell's turban. "Accio Turban."

Quirrell felt his turban seemingly being pulled away from him and immediately pressed it down to keep it from flying off. But he lost his balance and rolled down the podium, still clutching the turban tightly even then.

Hermione interrupted Horatio. "How could you do that?"

Taking advantage of Horatio being interrupted, Quirrell fled the classroom as if escaping for his life, clutching his turban. The young wizards burst into laughter.

Hermione had just been about to lecture Horatio when he covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Sometimes, the truth isn't as simple as you imagine."

Horatio watched Quirrell's fleeing back and saw Voldemort howling in rage.

After a while, Professor Quirrell returned to the classroom. "Horatio, for pranking a teacher during class, Gryffindor will lose five points. And tonight, you will serve detention in my office."

Horatio touched a red stone in his pocket. "Yes, Professor."

(By this point, ordinary authors would have started the next chapter, but I'm not ordinary. I'm in Class Two. Let's keep going and give the brothers a good time.)

That evening, Horatio pushed open the door to Quirrell's office, where Quirrell was already waiting for him.

Quirrell led Horatio to a table. On it sat a glass jar containing a spider.

Quirrell said, "Horatio, you are the most talented young wizard I have ever seen, but you do not have even the slightest ambition. You are wasting your talent."

"What is ambition? Can you eat it?" Horatio yawned. "Professor, just say what you want to say. I still need to go back and sleep."

"Hmph. Do you know how many Unforgivable Curses there are?" Quirrell asked.

"Of course. The Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing Curse."

"Then do you know how they..."

Before Quirrell could finish, Horatio pulled out Li and aimed it at the spider in the glass jar.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green beam burst from Li's tip and struck the spider inside the glass jar, instantly taking its life.

"Don't embarrass yourself with these tricks meant to fool children. If you have something to say, say it directly. Or let the person behind your head say it." Horatio waved a hand impatiently.

"How did you know?" Quirrell asked in shock.

"Hmph, interesting. Let me speak to him," Voldemort said from behind Quirrell's head.

Quirrell removed his turban, revealing an ugly human face attached to the back of his head. The sight made Horatio feel sick.

"Horatio, it seems you are not so simple either, to have discovered my existence." Voldemort spoke.

Horatio fanned the air before his nose. "I could smell your rotten soul from miles away."

"Hmph, sharp-tongued. I'll give you a chance. Submit to me..."

"Wait, wait, wait, Voldemort. Guess why I knew of your existence yet still provoked you in class?"

"Why?"

Horatio took out the Philosopher's Stone he had made later and waved it before Voldemort's eyes. "Because I was bored."

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body and cast the Killing Curse at Horatio.

Horatio dodged with a flash. "Look at you, getting impatient again. At least wait for me to finish talking."

Another green beam shot toward Horatio. After dodging it, Horatio said, "Forget it. Since you're in such a hurry, I'll play with you."

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Annihilation!"

Horatio used a spell ranked after the three Unforgivable Curses. A purple beam filled with the aura of destruction shot from Li's tip.

The purple light collided with the green light, instantly swallowing it before striking Voldemort.

Annihilation: Void magic that inflicted molecular-level destruction on the target it struck.

As Quirrell's body was disintegrated, a mass of black mist shot out and fled toward the door.

"You still want to run?" Horatio took out the chained scythe he had made before and threw it at the black mist.

The scythe struck the black mist, and a piercing scream rang out from within it.

"Hehehe, you offended the abbot and still think you can leave." Horatio dragged the scythe back by its chain while taking out the lantern he had made before.

Looking at the lantern burning with green flames, Voldemort's soul seemed to see souls wailing in agony inside it. "No!!!"

He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the scythe, but it seemed to have grown into his soul body. No matter what he did, he could not escape it.

As the chain shortened, he drew closer and closer to the lantern. Gritting his teeth, he severed the portion of his soul body caught by the scythe, and the remainder escaped the classroom.

"Tch. That's what you get for facing a hook in bot lane without Cleanse."

After collecting the soul fragment on the scythe into the lantern, Horatio sniffed the lingering soul aura in the air. "Hehehe, I'm coming to find you."

Voldemort's soul hid in a classroom, concealing himself inside a cabinet. He was too badly injured to leave Hogwarts at all.

Outside the classroom, the sound of iron chains scraping across the floor came from the corridor, accompanied by heavy footsteps.

Suddenly, the classroom door opened. Voldemort's heart leaped into his throat, and he did not dare make a sound.

"Little pigs? Little pigs!"

Horatio's voice echoed through the classroom.

"Where are you?"

Voldemort heard the footsteps stop outside the cabinet door, and his heart began pounding even faster.

"Here's Johnny!!!"

With a sinister grin, Horatio suddenly threw open the cabinet door.

Voldemort inside was so frightened that his soul nearly scattered. With the last of his strength, he passed through the wall and fled into the restroom next door, then plunged straight into the sewer without caring about anything else.

Horatio gave a thumbs-up. Ruthless.

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