Invincible Horaemon

In a hidden classroom at Hogwarts, a group of people in black robes, referred to as the Dark Lords, were suspiciously discussing things with great passion inside.

On the classroom's blackboard, "The Third Demon Lord Subjugation Conference - Gryffindor Allied Forces" was written. Below it was a large headshot of Horatio, circled in red and crossed out.

Since the Hogwarts girls' school incident, most of the young male wizards in the school had united, preparing to punish Horatio, that lawless little demon. Only a small number of perverts had privately sought out Horatio, hoping to purchase that gender-bending potion.

Whether through sneak attacks or direct duels, they desperately discovered that Horatio was too well-rounded.

The items in his pouch were endless. Whether they were potions or alchemical tools, they tormented the young wizards who challenged or ambushed him, making them miserable. Some Muggle-born wizards even nicknamed him Horaemon.

With his invincible herbology talent, the Hufflepuff allied forces were wiped out by him using Devil's Snare and Venomous Tentacula combined with Biting Cabbage. They were still lying in the school infirmary.

With his invincible spellcasting talent, facing the Ravenclaw allied forces, he simply cast a spell called Absolute Defense on himself. The area within a two-meter radius centered on him became a forbidden zone, where no spells or items could pass through. He even took out a lounge chair and drinks to watch their performance inside. The Ravenclaw allied forces became depressed and confined themselves to the library, refusing to come out.

His invincible Transfiguration talent made the Slytherin allied forces feel like they were fighting against the entire Hogwarts. The suddenly soft ground, the walls that occasionally sprouted spikes, and the moving armor caused the Slytherin allied forces to immediately become surrender advocates.

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

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

Ron objected, "Fred and George already tried. Horatio gave them a potion, and they danced Subject Three in the Great Hall."

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

Neville quickly objected, "No, not to mention whether we can even defeat his pets, but if Horatio catches us, we'll truly die."

"How about we try to secretly give him a potion?" suggested a fourth-year student named Grave.

Harry objected, "Give Horatio a potion? Hermione heard Snape personally admit that Horatio's potion talent is no less than his. Do you dare to give Snape a potion?"

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

"I don't know, maybe we should..." Seamus just then realized, and all the young wizards in the classroom turned their heads to look at Horatio, who was sitting in the back, with terror.

Hathor yawned, sat up, and looked at the terrified young wizards in front of him with interest.

"Ho... Horatio, how did you find this place?" Neville asked, sweating coldly, stammering.

"Oh, you mean this? Did you forget Peeves is my informant?" Horatio picked up Hathor and placed it on his head, then pulled out Kei from his inner lining and said with a smile, "Are you ready to die?"

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

Finally, on the day the exam results came out, Hermione, as expected, obtained first place in the entire school. Although Horatio received zero points on all written exams, he received full marks in the practical components of Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, and Herbology, which significantly raised his overall score. He ended up in a position slightly below the middle.

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

At Hogsmeade Station, a red train was stopped at the platform. A conductor stood speechlessly beside the train, watching Horatio lead Nut.

"Little one, Hippogriffs really can't be brought onto the train. It's too big."

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

"No, I didn't mean that, the Ministry of Magic..."

Horatio handed the conductor an envelope. The conductor opened it and saw it was stuffed full of Galleons.

"Ahem, little one, this Sunshine Rainbow White Horse is quite cute. Hurry and get on the train."

Hermione, riding Nut with Horatio, saw his outrageous action and said, "This is not compliant."

Horatio, with Nut curiously exploring its shrunken state, boarded the train and said to Hermione, "Only children follow rules. Adults submit to the charm of Galleons."

As for why he didn't ride Nut back, it's only because it hadn't fully matured yet and couldn't fly that far.

Watching Harry look out the window with a bit of melancholy, Ron asked, "Harry, what's wrong?"

Harry replied, "It's nothing. I was just thinking about going back to my aunt and uncle's house. I'm a bit worried he won't let me write to you guys."

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

"He's always hated me, thought I was a freak. He's always been against me coming to Hogwarts."

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

Horatio, sitting next to Hermione and playing with Nut and Hathor, had question marks appear on his forehead. He asked, "What's the point of asking Ron? Why don't you ask the invincible Horaemon?"

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

Horatio, who was about to pull out a grenade, sheepishly withdrew his hand reaching for his pouch. "As expected of Hermione, you know me so well."

Harry said, "Thank you, Horatio, but I don't want to be thrown in jail."

Horatio slapped the table. "Who says I don't have other methods? Wait."

Horatio rummaged through his pouch and finally found a test tube with a yellow skull sticker on it, containing a strange green potion.

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

Harry looked at the strange green potion and the yellow danger symbol, and reluctantly drank it.

"Are you going to drink it or not? If not, give it back to me. If you get locked up at home and cry while watching us go to school, I won't care," Horatio urged.

Harry closed his eyes, threw caution to the wind, and poured the strange potion into his mouth.

After drinking it, Harry felt a burning pain in his tongue and throat, and could only pant continuously to relieve the pain. "So spicy!!!"

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

"???"

Before Harry could curse, he felt his body heat up. With a "rip" as his shirt tore, Harry transformed from a skinny stick into a muscular hunk.

Harry looked down at his massive pectoral muscles and eight-pack abs, his perfect inverted triangle torso and V-lines.

He tried bending his arm and clenching his fist. His huge deltoids and biceps were like two small mountains. The bulging veins and arteries on his arm proved its immense strength.

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

Ron, standing beside Harry, blushed. Malfoy, passing by, was so shocked he fell to the ground.

"What is this?" Harry exclaimed. His young face and disproportionately muscular body were a bizarre combination. It was like that scene with Nezha from "100,000 Cold Jokes."

Horatio put down a notebook he'd produced from somewhere and pushed up glasses he'd put on at some point. "APTX4870 Macho Man Potion," he replied. "The effect lasts for a month."

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