From Complex to Simple

Legend has it that a magic egg laid by a seven-year-old rooster under the Sirius star, when hatched under a toad, can produce a dangerous, extraordinarily capable giant snake, the "Basilisk."

Any creature that dares to meet the Basilisk's gaze will die on the spot!

Of course

Klein was not included in this.

"So beautiful, just smells a bit off."

Klein reached out and grasped the Basilisk's head, frowning slightly.

Watching the giant snake struggling in mid-air, he waved his wand, and a powerful stream of water appeared out of nowhere, drenching the poor "little guy" from head to tail.

"Hiss!"

The Basilisk, drenched in water, hissed desperately, its dim yellow vertical pupils filled with confusion and fear.

How could a young human, not even big enough to fill its teeth, possess such power?

It had never encountered anything so bizarre since its birth!

"Mmm, smells much better now."

Sniffing the air carefully, Klein nodded with satisfaction.

Cleansing Stream was a de-fouling spell he had created himself. It not only cleaned the Basilisk's scales but also washed away the lingering smell of dead rats in the Chamber of Secrets.

After all, he had to do the work himself, and a bad environment would affect his mood~

"Good boy, it won't hurt at all."

A deep purple light shot from the tip of his wand, hitting the giant snake's head. Klein's lips curved upwards as he placed the now completely immobilized Basilisk beneath the giant statue of Salazar Slytherin.

One step, two steps, three steps

He walked closer slowly, gazing at its dark green, jade-like scales as if admiring a work of art.

"Hiss."

The giant snake let out a weak hiss, attempting a final act of defiance.

Unfortunately, the paralysis rendered it unable to move an inch.

Immense fear consumed the monster's entire mind. It instinctively wanted to beg for mercy, to show submission to the strong.

But Klein gave it no chance.

"Buzz."

Silver light flashed. The tip of the Purple Sandalwood Wand acted like an extremely sharp scalpel, cutting through the neatly arranged dark green scales without resistance, piercing the supple, moist skin, and touching the deep red muscles and blood vessels.

"Oh, so that's how it is. It's no different from ordinary snakes then. Wait, what's this? A venom gland? Doesn't look like it. Could it be..."

In the vast underground Chamber of Secrets, the handsome youth with a smile as bright as sunshine was engrossed in dissecting a giant snake.

Red blood and dark venom pooled on the floor, but he seemed oblivious.

The scene

was inexplicably bizarre and terrifying!

"Calming Charm" "Vitality Restoration" "Healing Light"

The dissection proceeded meticulously, step by step.

At certain critical parts, such as the brain and internal organs, Klein thoughtfully cast spells on the Basilisk to maintain its life force.

He thought that if the Basilisk could speak, it would surely thank him~

Two weeks later.

"Incredible!"

In Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall once again expressed her astonishment at Klein's perfect spellcasting.

Who would have thought that the small snake, which had been poking its head and flicking its tongue on the desk moments ago, was just an ordinary rope?

Professor McGonagall believed that even she couldn't have done better than Klein.

"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching."

Klein smiled humbly, his expression perfectly calm.

Anyone who was used to dismantling intricate machinery would find assembling building blocks easy by comparison.

After so many days of hands-on practice, he had even memorized the distribution of every blood vessel on that "Little Cutie" in the Chamber of Secrets.

He dared not boast about other things, but at least in the field of transforming objects into snakes, he had mastered the skill.

"Very good, Slytherin gets ten points!"

No one at Klein's age had ever possessed such outstanding transfiguration magic. Professor McGonagall waved her hand excitedly, adding another mark to the snake house's scorebook.

Now, she was beginning to believe the rumor

that Klein was "Merlin's illegitimate son."

Of course, "illegitimate son" was just a playful remark.

With the Order of Merlin making waves everywhere, the wizarding world now preferred to call the eleven-year-old genius who created four new curses the Child of Magic.

The child favored by magic!

The Ministry of Magic offered no comment, remaining silent.

"So cool, how can he be so cool!"

After class, watching Klein's retreating back as he left the classroom, Pansy Parkinson cupped her chin in her hands, her eyes filled with infatuated admiration.

No matter the time, he was always so outstanding, so charming.

"Uh, Pansy, we should go."

Although it was no secret that her best friend was infatuated with Klein in Slytherin, Pansy's open display of fangirling in the classroom made Daphne Greengrass feel extremely awkward.

In Slytherin House, no one disliked Klein. She liked him too.

Even many senior students from the second and third years had subtly expressed their affection for Klein.

But such blatant admiration, Pansy was truly one of a kind~

"Listen, Daphne, we absolutely cannot let our guard down."

After Klein left the classroom, Pansy flicked her short chestnut hair, her fangirling expression vanishing as she suddenly became serious.

"What?"

Daphne didn't understand, blinking her eyes.

"Klein is too outstanding. Of course, I'm not saying being outstanding is bad, but the more brilliant his performance, the more the girls from other houses will..."

Biting her lip, Pansy put on a stern face and said word by word.

"You know, a girl from Hufflepuff has already confessed to him!"

"What!"

Hearing this, Daphne was also startled.

But soon, she realized her reaction was a bit excessive and quickly lowered her voice, asking eagerly.

"Did Klein agree?"

"Hmph, of course not. How could Klein possibly be with someone from the 'trash academy'?"

Pansy raised her eyebrows and smiled triumphantly.

In her opinion, only girls from Slytherin House were worthy of Klein (like herself).

"Oh~"

Hearing the answer, Daphne breathed a sigh of relief.

Meeting Pansy's gaze, she suddenly became nervous again.

It's over, I've been exposed!

Miss Greengrass felt a sense of foreboding.

"Alright, stop pretending. Everyone knows you haven't stopped smiling foolishly during Potions class."

But to Daphne's surprise, Pansy wasn't surprised at all. Instead, she wore an expression of "having seen through everything long ago."

Heaven knows how jealous she was of Daphne, who was grouped with Klein!

Daphne was speechless and silently lowered her head.

"Compared to Hufflepuff, what worries me more is Gryffindor."

Recalling some unpleasant rumors, Pansy lost the mood to bicker with her friend.

There were plenty of people who liked Klein; Daphne was just one more.

But Gryffindor?

That was absolutely unacceptable!

"Hermione Granger."

Grinding her teeth as she uttered a certain name, Pansy revealed an angry expression like a little lion.

Rumor had it that someone had seen a green-bordered robe with a nameplate that read "Klein Klein Will Grindelwald" in her wardrobe...

If Klein knew what these love-struck girls were thinking all day long, he would be utterly speechless and lament how precocious Western children were.

At such a prime age, why talk about love and romance? What a waste of time!

Wouldn't it be more satisfying to study hard?