“Thunderstrike!” As Charlotte spoke the incantation, a silver-white bolt of lightning tore through the darkness, instantly blasting apart the wooden target before him.
Splinters flew everywhere.
Some of the smaller fragments even caught fire.
The air was soon filled with the smell of scorched wood.
Ding!
Congratulations!
The host has successfully created a Lightning spell: Thunderstrike.
Reward: Skill Points ×50.
Hearing the system’s notification, Charlotte’s face lit up with unconcealed delight.
After nearly two months of research and experimentation…
He had finally created a spell that belonged to him alone.
And as a reward…
He had received fifty Skill Points.
The largest reward since awakening the system.
During these two months, Charlotte’s schedule had been completely packed.
Besides attending classes every day…
He trained for Quidditch with Roger.
Studied Quirrell’s Defence Against the Dark Arts notebook.
And continued researching his own lightning magic.
Since lightning spells caused far too much commotion, Charlotte had chosen the abandoned shack beneath the Whomping Willow as his testing ground.
To avoid being discovered, he had even learned the Disillusionment Charm…
And raised it to the maximum level.
Name: Charlotte Elvis Age: 11 Race: Human Occupation: Wizard (Animagus) Talent: Thunderstorm Strength: 8 Intelligence: 9 Magic Power: 9 Spells: Killing Curse (Level 9)Disillusionment Charm (Level 9)Occlumency (Level 3)Patronus Charm (Level 3)Shield Charm (Level 2)Disarming Charm (Level 2)Impediment Jinx (Level 2)Thunderstrike (Level 0) Masteries: Transfiguration (Level 2)Potions (Level 1)Herbology (Level 1)Astronomy (Level 0) Skill Points: 50 Without the slightest hesitation…
Charlotte immediately raised Thunderstrike to its maximum level.
He still didn’t dare test the fully upgraded spell here.
The resulting disturbance would almost certainly attract attention.
But one thing was certain.
Its destructive power was no weaker than the Killing Curse.
After calming himself, Charlotte cast the Disillusionment Charm and quietly left the shack.
No one noticed him along the way.
Only after reaching a secluded corner did he dispel the charm and head towards the Great Hall for dinner.
“Hey, Charlotte!” “In a few days it’ll be the Quidditch match.” “We’re definitely going to beat you!” “And don’t cry when you lose!” The speakers were Fred and George Weasley.
As Gryffindor’s Beaters, the twins had spent the past two months facing Ravenclaw repeatedly during practice.
Their lively personalities meant they had quickly become good friends with Charlotte.
Charlotte laughed.
“Not a chance.” “I’ll catch the Golden Snitch before either of you even notices it.” “My flying’s faster than lightning.” After two months of training, Charlotte’s flying skills had become exceptional.
By now…
Everyone at Hogwarts knew his name.
Some students had even given him a nickname.
The Blue Lightning.
The three of them entered the Great Hall together.
The Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables stood side by side, so Charlotte ended up sitting almost back-to-back with the twins.
Not far away sat Ron and Harry.
At that moment, Harry turned to Neville.
“Where’s Hermione?” “I haven’t seen her.” Neville answered, “Parvati said she’s been hiding in the girls’ bathroom.” “She’s been there all afternoon.” “Apparently…” “She’s been crying the whole time.” Harry looked towards Ron.
Ron appeared completely innocent.
“I only said she doesn’t have any friends.” “Surely she isn’t that upset over something so small?” Charlotte quietly shook his head.
According to the original timeline…
Tonight was supposed to be the night Quirrell released a troll into Hogwarts.
While everyone panicked…
He would use the chaos to sneak into the chamber protecting the Philosopher’s Stone.
But ever since the incident two months earlier…
Professor Quirrell had taken an extended leave of absence.
He hadn’t returned to Hogwarts since.
BANG!
Suddenly…
The doors of the Great Hall burst open.
Filch came running inside, panic written all over his face.
Looking at Dumbledore, he shouted in terror, “Troll!” “A troll from the Forbidden Forest has broken into the underground corridors!” The Great Hall instantly erupted into chaos.
Every student looked terrified.
Everyone knew how dangerous trolls were.
They were enormous…
Highly resistant to magic…
And they ate people.
“Silence!” Dumbledore’s commanding voice thundered throughout the hall.
The panic vanished almost instantly.
“Remain calm.” “Prefects.” “Escort your Houses back to your common rooms.” “The professors will accompany me to deal with the troll.” The students immediately began following their prefects in an orderly fashion.
Only Charlotte remained where he was.
Taking advantage of the confusion…
He quietly slipped away towards the girls’ bathroom.
Quirrell wasn’t at Hogwarts.
Yet the troll had still appeared.
That could only mean one thing.
Voldemort had returned.
He simply wasn’t possessing Quirrell anymore.
Whoever his new host was…
His objective remained unchanged.
The Philosopher’s Stone.
Thud…
Thud…
Thud…
Before Charlotte even reached the corridor…
He heard the heavy footsteps.
He sprinted forward.
A monstrous troll over ten feet tall, with filthy grey skin and a hideous face, was lumbering towards the girls’ bathroom.
Even from a distance…
Its immense presence was oppressive.
“Stupefy!” A crimson bolt struck the troll squarely in the back.
The Stunning Spell merely caused it to wobble slightly.
Just as the books described…
Trolls possessed extraordinary resistance to magic.
No wonder Professor McGonagall had later told Harry, Ron, and Hermione how incredibly lucky they had been to survive.
“ROOOAR!” Enraged…
The troll bellowed and raised its massive club before charging towards Charlotte.
“Petrificus Totalus!” “Incarcerous!” Two more spells flew from Charlotte’s wand.
Neither had any noticeable effect.
The troll continued advancing with heavy, earth-shaking steps.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow.
In that case…
Let’s test today’s new spell.
“Thunderstrike!” The instant the incantation was spoken…
A blinding flash exploded throughout the corridor.
A silver-white bolt of lightning shot forward like a divine spear.
The troll never even had time to react.
The lightning struck it head-on.
Its gigantic body was hurled over a dozen metres through the air.
BOOM!
The massive creature slammed into the stone floor with tremendous force.
The ground shattered beneath it.
Ding!
Congratulations!
The host has slain a Mountain Troll.
Reward: Skill Points ×10 Additional Reward: Fiendfyre.