Hermione the Invincible Fell!

"We come from prison, we crave power, we are ruthless, we are cold-blooded, we are cunning, we have no regrets, we are Azkaban." On his way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts, where they were attacked by poison gas, Harry heard these introductory remarks from afar. Looking closer, he saw that the Weasley Twins were singing their own little tune around Dudley, who was alone, with short phrases from the introductions of the various houses.

Harry quickly took a detour and left via another staircase. The other Ravenclaw, who were with Harry to avoid Peeves' attack, followed closely behind Harry, afraid of being left behind.

This is not because they are cowardly, but because they have learned from past mistakes.

Like Padma Patil, who went to the Great Hall early to have breakfast with her sister Parvati Patil in Gryffindor, only to be bumped into by Peeves, who was frustrated about not being able to attack a first-year Ravenclaw.

In the end, he was completely soaked by the water balloon. If Penelope hadn't happened to see him, he probably would have been soaking wet all the way to the Great Hall.

"Harry, don't you think Fred and George went a bit too far?" Hermione said as they walked.

"Excessive? They had asked me about my family before, for example, when I needed to pick up the mail, Dudley would shoo me away with his Smelting stick like he was chasing a dog."

"Tell me, do I think this is excessive?" Harry laughed angrily.

"Oh, Harry, I mean, I spoke without knowing the facts, I'm sorry," Hermione stammered, following closely behind Harry.

"Alright, brother, Dudley is at Hogwarts right now. My brothers' methods go far beyond what I've seen firsthand," Ron explained.

"Well, when I was three, Fred turned my—my teddy bear—into an ugly giant spider because I broke his toy broom." Seeing Anthony, Lisa Turpin, and the others around him gossiping curiously, Ron recounted the story with a sense of recklessness.

"Poor Dudley," Harry said with a wicked grin.

However, that smile quickly disappeared from Harry's face, and the familiar scent immediately woke up the Ravenclaw, who were still sleepy from their afternoon nap.

From Ryan's perspective, poor Quirrell's life force was waning, and to the other Ravenclaw, no, to their noses, the smell was even more pungent.

That smell can't be described simply as garlic.

Hermione, on the other hand, raised her head slightly, looking confident.

Even Ryan was a little curious. Could it be that this know-it-all had found a solution to the stench in some unknown book?

Or they might have simply learned the Bubblehead Charm.

While Quirrell was stammering through the lesson again, Ryan watched as Hermione confidently sat down in the front row, then drew her wand, pointed at herself, and chanted a spell. "Mind-Clearing Charm!"

The invincible Hermione has fallen.

Ryan sighed and rubbed his forehead. The spell he had developed was meant to boost his spirits, with a slight added effect of enhancing his five senses. Luckily, Hermione hadn't used the Supersensory Charm, or she probably would have died from the stench on the spot.

"Hermione!" One exclamation after another rang out from the Ravenclaws below the stage.

"No—don't rush, let me handle this—" Quirrell noticed the unconscious Hermione and tried to approach her.

"Professor Quirrell, get out of my way. Hermione's been knocked out by the stench." Ryan had no choice but to step in and interrupt Quirrell.

"How could that be? All the other students are fine." Quirrell made a move to get closer again.

"Harry!" Ryan called out.

"Periculum!" Harry drew his wand and pointed it to the sky. The fiery red fireworks appeared again, and Quirrell fell down with a howl once more.

It has to be said that magic is truly a power of the mind. Before Ryan could even guide him, Harry had already unleashed this power on his own, and even reproduced his previous mispronunciation, as if afraid of pronouncing it correctly (the 'm' in Periculum should be emphasized, and the beginning should be fast).

All of this is related to Dudley's appearance, which made the power of the runes on his body more active.

Although, Harry could do it too if he had enough willpower.

Ryan had some doubts that Harry's signature move might, because of him, no longer be the Expelliarmus (Expelliarmus), but instead become this variant of the Red Spark.

However, Harry needs to practice harder. If he doesn't reach a proficient level, once he turns seventeen and the spell's power fades, this fleeting spell will likely become a thing of the past.

On the other side, Quirrell fainted again. This time, without Ryan's intervention, it probably wouldn't have lasted more than ten minutes; he probably wouldn't wake up until the end of the class.

Hermione, amidst the Spark flying from Harry 'Harry spell, slowly awoke, greedily inhaling the air that had brought her back to her senses.

"Harry, what's wrong? Professor Quirrell! What happened to him?" Hermione was puzzled at first, then looked horrified.

"Hermione, Professor Quirrell stank you, but he wouldn't listen and kept coming closer, so Harry had to use his powers again to dispel the stench," Ryan explained.

"That's right," Ron agreed.

This time, Anthony finally had the chance, along with his good friends Michael and Terry, to carry Professor Quirrell to the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey was staying.

Anthony cautiously approached Quirrell, and after confirming there was no smell, he carried him out of the house.

Ryan then added a reinforcement spell to Quirrell's turban to prevent Voldemort from being discovered prematurely, which would spoil the fun.

Voldemort also fainted at this point, so that he wouldn't suddenly have a brain fart and kill Anthony and the others, thus preventing exposure.

"Harry, you won't get points deducted, will you? It's all because of me." Hermione looked ashamed.

"What are you afraid of? Even if Dumbledore came, I would say the same thing. It's all because Quirrell made you faint from the stench first." Weasley ran to the podium and shouted loudly.

The other Ravenclaws also seemed to agree, but more than anything, they didn't care about the House Points.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, I'm here. What did you just say?" At that moment, Dumbledore appeared in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, his face gentle.

"Sir, it's all because of me. I'm the one who knocked Professor Quirrell unconscious," Harry said hastily, completely oblivious to Dumbledore's gentle expression.

"Sir, it's all my fault. It was because Professor Quirrell made me faint from the stench that Harry did it," Hermione quickly added, ignoring the fact that she had used a spell on herself. She hoped this would highlight Professor Quirrell's mistake and thus lessen Harry's punishment.

"That's right." Ron's ears turned red as he echoed again, wishing for the first time in his life that he could speak up more to explain for Harry.

Neville and the others nearby also started chattering and explaining.