Ah, Verda Sparkle?

"Ah, Vada--" Xiwen said half of the incantation, and at the same time, a glimmer of green light flashed at the tip of his wand.

"Ah! No! You can't use the Killing Curse! You'll be imprisoned in Azkaban!!" Kreel panicked upon seeing the green light and cried out incoherently.

"Are you the devil?" Moody, who wasn't being pointed at, and the other two Gryffindor wizards also panicked and trembled.

However, Xiwen showed no sign of stopping, and the green light at the tip of his wand grew brighter and brighter.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!! Let me go!!" Kreel was utterly desperate; he even burst into tears. "Waaaaah--"

"That's more like it!" Xiwen put down his wand and smiled.

However, to the four Gryffindor wizards, his smile was nothing short of the devil's smile!

After Kreel's trembling explanation, Xiwen also understood the reason for Moody's conflict with his three other roommates.

It turns out that Moody's parents were both outstanding Aurors, and under their influence, he set lofty goals from a young age: to become the greatest Aurors in the Wizarding World! To achieve this goal, he put in a lot of effort, even incorporating the vigilance required of Aurors on missions into every aspect of his life.

Therefore, he would be instantly awakened by any slightly loud noise while he was sleeping. If anyone spoke loudly or made any significant disturbance while he was sleeping, Moody would immediately wake up, draw his ever-present wand, and cast a curse on them...

The three roommates, having been cursed several times, were naturally dissatisfied and gradually isolated Moody behavior was extremely strange.

Last night was the catalyst that ignited their conflict.

The strict and demanding Headmaster Dippet had finally lifted the curfew for once, and the usually lively and energetic Gryffindor lion cubs certainly wouldn't miss this rare opportunity, so they all stayed in the common room to enjoy the fun-filled nightlife.

Alastor Moody, who aspired to be the greatest Aurors, disdained to associate with them and went to bed early.

However, he had developed a habit of light sleep to stay alert since childhood, and he couldn't stand the enthusiastic revelry of the young wizards outside. So when the Gryffindor revelry was halfway through, Moody, who had been woken up many times, finally couldn't take it anymore, rushed out of his dormitory, and shouted at them to interrupt them.

No one wants to be interrupted when they're having a good time, so Moody was ostracized by everyone in the common room. As their roommates, Kreel and his two friends also suffered collateral damage, getting a good scolding from the older students. Because of this incident, Moody's three roommates buried their deep resentment in their hearts.

However, disturbing someone's sleep was indeed unreasonable. The three of them hadn't planned to look into Moody's matter in the first place, and if everything had gone smoothly, the matter might have been resolved through their patience.

But how dare you, this oddball who doesn't fit in, come back and criticize us for deducting points from the academy, and in such a harsh tone? The three's discontent had already reached a breaking point, and Moody's warning upon his return completely ignited it. Naturally, the conflict that occurred at noon today...

After listening, Xiwen couldn't help but sigh, realizing that differences in lifestyle habits with roommates were indeed one of the most important reasons for dormitory conflicts.

He couldn't help but take a second look at Moody, who had set lofty goals since childhood. This was the right successor to the Ministry of Magic, the future of the Wizarding World!

Xiwen couldn't help but think about the meaning of his life in this lifetime.

'So what exactly are my aspirations?' Xiwen fell into deep thought.

First of all, learning about the magic of this world was certainly one of Xiwen's goals, but it's hard to say that simply engaging in magical research was his ambition. Back when it came to the Sorting House, the Sorting Hat understood that Xiwen didn't want to spend his days immersed in the study of spells like he did in his previous life, which is why it ultimately decided to assign him to Slytherin.

What are the characteristics of Slytherin? Ambition, shrewdness, cunning, leadership, a desire for control, and a pursuit of achievement? Xiwen was somewhat bewildered. He didn't think he had much ambition, and he probably couldn't be called shrewd or cunning either.

Compared to the typical Slytherin slytherins who would choose to protect themselves, he was more impulsive. In fact, in the previous series of actions to prevent the destruction of the Magic Node, his behavior was more like that of a reckless Gryffindor.

'So what exactly makes me suitable for Slytherin? Is it just because of my bloodline?' Xiwen frowned, deep in thought.

Just then, a voice came from behind him, interrupting his thoughts.

"What are you doing?!" a senior wizard in Gryffindor robe strode over and asked. He wore a red badge with a lion on it and a large letter "P" on it.

"Weasley Prefect, save us!" Kreel cried out as if he had seen a savior in the wizard. "This Slytherin devil is trying to use the Killing Curse on me!"

When Weasley saw Kreel, whose eyes were filled with tears, and Moody and the other three bound, his expression immediately turned serious.

He drew his wand, pointed it at Xiwen, and said sternly, "My fellow Slytherin student, I hereby order you, as Prefect, to put down your wand. If you make any unusual movements, I will have to use a spell on you!"

"Okay." Xiwen spread his hands and said casually, "We were just having a friendly sparring match between classmates. They lost, I won, it's that simple!"

"Prefect Weasley, don't listen to his excuses! He really tried to use the Killing Curse on us!" Kreel shouted urgently, fearing Weasley would believe Xiwen. "He was halfway through the spell, and his wand was emitting the signature green light of the Killing Curse. The four of us can testify to that!"

"The Killing Curse can be recited only halfway? The spell hovers on the wand without being cast?" Weasley looked at Xiwen suspiciously, feeling that Kreel's description didn't sound like the Killing Curse at all...

"Really, we can all attest to it!" The other two roommates besides Moody nodded in agreement, confirming that what Kreel said was true, which made Weasley's expression turn serious again.

"Slytherin, I need to see your wand!" he said sternly to Xiwen.

Xiwen handed over his fourteen-inch pine wand nonchalantly and shrugged.

"Xiwen, why did you give him the wand? He only needs a Priori Incantatem to find out what spell you just used!" Abraxas said anxiously to Xiwen.

"Uh, was my acting really that good...?" Xiwen rubbed his nose, speechless. "So you guys also think I just used Killing Curse?"

"Isn't that right?" Abu and Mobley were completely bewildered.

"Alright, you two take a look," Xiwen said, gesturing with his chin towards Weasley's location.

Weasley, as expected, intended to use the Priori Incantatem to verify the spell Xiwen had just cast. He took out his wand, pointed it at Xiwen's pine wand, and chanted, "Prior Incantato."

Then, a green light appeared from the tip of Xiwen's wand.

"See? I told you he used the Killing Curse!" Kreel exclaimed excitedly upon seeing the green light. He couldn't wait to see Xiwen get expelled.

However, Weasley's face was covered in black lines.

"The Verda Sparkle?" he asked, looking at Xiwen with a slightly odd expression.