The Invincible Horaemon

Inside a hidden classroom at Hogwarts, a group of mysterious figures in black robes were huddled together, discussing something with great enthusiasm.

Written on the classroom blackboard were the words: "Third Demon King Subjugation Conference—Gryffindor Allied Forces." Beneath it was a large photo of Horatio's face, circled in red and crossed out.

Ever since the Hogwarts girls' school incident, most of the male students had banded together, preparing to punish Horatio, that lawless little devil. Only a small number of perverts had secretly sought him out, hoping to buy that gender-swapping potion.

Whether they ambushed him or challenged him head-on, they had despairingly discovered that Horatio was simply too well-rounded.

The items in his Bag of Holding seemed endless. Whether potions or alchemical tools, they had tortured the young Wizards who challenged or ambushed him beyond endurance. Some Muggle-born students had even given him the nickname Horaemon.

With his invincible talent for Herbology, he had wiped out the Hufflepuff allied forces using Devil's Snare, Venomous Tentacula, and Biting Cabbage. They were still lying in the school infirmary.

With his invincible talent for spells, he had merely cast a spell called Absolute Defense on himself when facing the Ravenclaw allied forces. A two-meter radius around him became a forbidden zone, and no spell or object could pass through it. He had even taken out a lounge chair and a drink to enjoy their performance from inside. The Ravenclaw allied forces had gone into depression and locked themselves in the library, refusing to come out.

His invincible talent for Transfiguration made the Slytherin allied forces feel as though they were fighting all of Hogwarts. The suddenly soft ground, walls that sprouted spikes from time to time, and those moving suits of armor turned the Slytherin allied forces directly into surrender advocates.

Now, only the Gryffindor allied forces were still struggling to hold on.

"How about we ambush him outside his dormitory?" Seamus suggested.

Ron objected, "Fred and George already tried that. Horatio made them drink potions and dance Subject Three in the Great Hall."

"Then how about kidnapping his pet and forcing him to surrender?" suggested a third-year student named Draven.

Neville hurriedly objected, "No. Forget whether we can beat his pets—if Horatio catches us, we'll really die."

"How about secretly slipping him a potion?" suggested a fourth-year student named Grave.

Harry objected, "Slip Horatio a potion? Hermione heard Snape personally admit that Horatio's talent for potions is no less than his own. Do you dare slip Snape a potion?"

"Then what do we do?" asked a young wizard sitting at the very back, stroking the black cat on his lap.

"I don't know. Maybe we should..." Only then did Seamus realize what was wrong. Every young wizard in the classroom turned around and stared in terror at Horatio, who was sitting in the back.

Hathor yawned, sat up, and looked with interest at the trembling young Wizards in front of her.

"H-Horatio, h-how did you find this place?" Cold sweat broke out down Neville's back as he stammered.

"Oh, this? Did you forget that Peeves is my informant?" Horatio picked up Hathor and placed her on top of his head, then pulled Yi from his inner lining. Smiling, he said, "Have you decided how you want to die?"

The next morning, a photo of Gryffindor boys in ballet skirts dancing Swan Lake spread wildly throughout Hogwarts.

At last, the day the exam results were released arrived. Hermione unsurprisingly took first place in the entire school. Although Horatio scored zero on every written test, he earned full marks in the practical exams for Transfiguration, spells, potions, and Herbology, raising his overall score considerably. In the end, he barely landed somewhere below the middle of the rankings.

A notice was sent to every student, warning them not to use magic during the holiday.

At Hogsmeade Station, a red train was parked at the platform. A conductor stood beside it speechlessly, looking at Horatio, who was leading Nut.

"Kid, a hippogriff really can't board the train. She's too big."

Before he could finish, Horatio pressed Nut's saddle, and she instantly shrank to the size of a medium-sized dog.

"No, that's not what I meant. The Ministry of Magic..."

Horatio stuffed an envelope into the conductor's hands. The conductor opened it and saw that it was packed full of Galleons.

"Ahem. Kid, this Sunshine Rainbow White Horse is pretty cute. Hurry and get on."

Hermione, who had ridden Nut here with Horatio, saw his outrageous maneuver and said, "This is against the rules."

Horatio boarded the train with Nut, who was fascinated by her shrunken size, and said to Hermione, "Only children follow rules. Adults all submit to the charm of Galleons."

As for why he did not ride Nut home, it could only be said that she had not fully matured yet and could not fly that far.

Seeing Harry gazing sadly out the window, Ron asked, "Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry replied, "Nothing. I was just thinking about going back to my uncle's house. I'm worried he won't let me write to you."

"How can he do that? Aren't you family?"

"He's always hated me. He thinks I'm a freak, and he's always opposed me coming to Hogwarts."

Hermione said, "How can he be like that? Ron, do you have any good ideas?"

Horatio, who was sitting beside Hermione and teasing Nut and Hathor, had several question marks appear over his head. "What's the use of asking Ron? Why not ask the invincible Horaemon?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "You'll definitely take out a bomb and blow up Harry and his uncle again."

Horatio, who had been about to pull out a grenade, resentfully withdrew his hand from the Bag of Holding. "As expected of Hermione. You really do understand me."

Harry said, "Thanks, Horatio, but I don't want to be thrown into prison."

Horatio slapped the table. "Who said I don't have another way? Wait."

Horatio rummaged through his Bag of Holding and finally found a test tube marked with a skull on a yellow background. It contained a strange green potion.

"Drink this, and you'll be able to deal with your uncle." Horatio handed the potion to Harry.

Harry looked at the bizarre green potion and the yellow danger label, reluctant to drink it.

"Are you drinking it or not? If not, give it back to me. When you're locked at home and watching us go back to school with tears in your eyes, don't expect me to care," Horatio urged.

Harry shut his eyes, steeled himself, and poured the strange potion into his mouth.

After drinking it, Harry felt a burning pain on his tongue and in his throat. He could only keep exhaling to ease the pain. "So spicy!!!"

"It's devil pepper. I added devil pepper to it."

"???"

Before Harry could curse aloud, he felt his body heating up. With a ripping sound as his shirt tore apart, Harry transformed from a skinny bamboo pole into a muscular hunk.

Harry lowered his head and looked at his enormous pectorals, eight-pack abs, perfect inverted-triangle physique, and Adonis belt.

He tried bending his arm and clenching his fist. His massive deltoids and biceps bulged like two small mountains, while the exposed veins and blood vessels on his arms proved the terrifying strength within them.

Harry tried slapping the table. Without any effort at all, he smashed it to pieces.

Ron, beside Harry, blushed furiously, while Malfoy, passing by, was so frightened that he fell to the floor.

"What is this?" Harry cried out. His childish face was completely mismatched with his exaggerated muscular body. Have you seen One Hundred Thousand Bad Jokes? It was like Nezha in that.

Horatio put down a notebook he had somehow acquired, adjusted the glasses that had appeared on his face at some point, and answered, "APTX4870 Macho Man Potion. The effect lasts one month."

"Here, take this." Horatio handed Harry a solid steel pipe. "When you see your uncle later, bend it. I guarantee that for the next month, he'll take a detour whenever he sees you."