Super Intelligence Tells Me It's Time for Super Strength!

Draco felt his vision go dark. After stumbling back two steps, he touched his nose.

"It's bleeding!"

"How dare you! My father is a school governor!" Draco roared in fury, as he and the two thugs flanking him glared at Harry with six eyes.

None of them had expected the legendary savior who killed Voldemort to throw the first punch with zero warning.

"You feathered freak dared to insult my big brother and little brother Ron—deserving of death! Deserving of punishment!" Harry rolled up his sleeves.

Though he didn't fully understand what "half-blood" meant in the wizarding world, he could still catch the tone and the other prefixes Draco had used.

"Crabbe, Goyle, get this bastard!" Draco covered his nose and barked orders at his lackeys.

Crabbe and Goyle were fat, but they stood half a head taller than most their age, like two walls planted in place.

But Harry wasn't intimidated at all. He raised his fists and charged.

"I'll fuck your mother! Did your moms screw a wild boar? You brainless pigs! Your grandpa! I'll fuck your dad..." Harry swung his fists while cursing.

The insults were simple: centered on their mothers, radiating out to three generations of family, greeting every man, woman, and child.

Before they could even fight back, Crabbe and Goyle were already cowed by Harry's sheer presence.

"This..." Ron was utterly dumbfounded.

If this was Harry cursing someone out, then what Draco had said to him earlier was practically whining.

Tom: (￣ω￣;)

He said nothing, silently turning his head away.

Tom swore to heaven—he hadn't taught Harry those words (guilty.jpg).

"Tom, what do we do now?" Ron was starting to panic.

Harry had already fought his way out of the private booth, and the corridor was in chaos.

Harry was undeniably strong—his fists could crush 99.9% of kids his age—but Crabbe and Goyle weren't weak either.

Harry had clearly never trained in martial arts; he relied purely on brute force. Two against one in a narrow space meant his advantage wouldn't last long.

And Draco had already drawn his wand. If this continued, Harry would be in danger.

Thinking this, Ron pulled out his own wand, ready to jump in and break it up.

"Hold on. I'm thinking of a way to stop this." Tom rubbed his chin, the super-intelligence from [Wisdom (Lv.9)] running at full speed.

Unfortunately, the spells he knew were too few and mostly utility-based. The only offensive spell he had was Diffindo.

Use Diffindo to break up a fight?

No need. Really no need.

As he thought, Tom noticed his own fist...

Got it!

"LO-co-MO-tor MOR-tis!" Draco chanted, waving his wand to cast the Leg-Locker Curse.

Harry immediately felt his legs stiffen, as if tied together with rope, unable to move freely.

Damn it!

Crabbe and Goyle's fists were about to land...

Shwoosh—

A hand suddenly grabbed Harry's collar from behind and yanked him back.

The owner of that hand raised his other arm, blocking both fat thugs' punches head-on, his body unmoving.

Bam! Bam!

Before Crabbe and Goyle could react, two fists were already in their faces.

"Urgh!"

"Urgh!"

Two screams, and both flew backward, crashing to the ground, four nostrils bleeding at once.

"Merlin's nose~" Draco was startled.

The combined weight of his two lackeys had to be at least three hundred jin.

And someone sent them flying with one hit—how strong was this guy?

As Tom stepped closer step by step, Draco's wand trembled as he hurriedly cast again: "LO~co~MO~tor MOR~tis!"

"As expected of pure blood." Tom felt the force on his legs.

Many young wizards couldn't even cast a decent Levitation Charm before entering school, yet Draco could easily pull off a Leg-Locker Curse, a somewhat complex beginner spell.

Pure-blood foundations—no argument there.

"He's under my control, you two get up and beat him for me!"

Though the spell succeeded, Draco still didn't dare get close to Tom himself, instead hurriedly urging his two lackeys.

Before the words faded...

Rip—!

A sound like something snapping rang out.

Tom had clearly been hit with a Leg-Locker Curse, yet he strode right up to Draco.

"Please, don't hit the face~" Draco shrank his neck, a sob in his voice.

"Listen here, little lord. If you dare come looking for trouble again, I'll shove your head into a toilet bowl and let you experience what the kids at Stonewall Middle School went through." Tom pointed a finger at the other's nose, enunciating each word.

"As you command."

The next second.

Bam!

Draco took a punch to the face and flew backward.

He lay on the ground for several seconds before scrambling back up, half his face blood from his nose, half tears.

"You big liar! You'll regret this!"

With that, he led his two lackeys out of the compartment in a hurry.

["Sturdy" +1 progress]

["Sturdy" +10... +1... +2...

The commotion from the fight in the corridor was quite loud, and people from several nearby compartments had all witnessed the scene.

By the time Tom and the others sat back down in their compartment, Ron had snapped out of it and was staring at him with admiration.

"Tom, you're like a god of war. How did you do that just now?"

"Just exercise more often. Nothing hard about it."

"No, I mean the Leg-Locker Curse. How did you break it?" Ron looked confused.

He hadn't seen Tom pull out a wand. Could he be using silent spellcasting? And wandless at that?

"Simple. If you exercise more, you'll master the counter-curse for the Leg-Locker Curse." Tom's answer was the same.

"?" Ron.

Seeing the other didn't understand, Tom patiently explained:

"Breaking the Leg-Locker Curse isn't actually hard, as long as you understand the theory. The Leg-Locker Curse turns magic into an invisible rope that binds your legs. In theory, it can lock not just legs, but arms, fingers... anything. The Full Body-Bind Curse and Petrificus Totalus are derived from the Leg-Locker Curse, with similar effects—just locking the whole body instead of just the legs."

Everything he said came from the knowledge Tom had gained from Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1, a first-year textbook.

"Based on that theory, as long as the strength in your legs is great enough, you can break that invisible magical rope."

"Huh?" Ron felt like his brain was frying.

What did "strength in your legs" mean? And what did it mean to break a magical rope with brute force?

It was all English, so why couldn't he understand a word Tom was saying?

Was his comprehension just that bad?

"I can show you." With that, Tom reached his hand down to Harry's leg.

He felt around and indeed touched an invisible rope, then grabbed one end of it and yanked hard.

Harry immediately regained his freedom.

Ron: (°Д°)

No way. Ron declared that kind of counter-curse was impossible to learn.

He wondered if even seasoned Aurors could pull off that trick.

The three of them chatted on and off.

Then.

A knock came at the compartment door.

"Excuse me, have you seen a toad?"

Hermione Granger stood at the door, looking timidly at the three inside for help.

If she weren't so worried about her friend's missing pet, she really wouldn't have come to this compartment.

There were splatters of blood all over the floor by the door. It was terrifying.