"Details… I used my wisdom and strength to defeat the troll," Louis said, spreading his hands. "That's it. No more details."
…What kind of explanation was that? Where was the process? The reason? Was he seriously suggesting he killed a troll with his fists? At that point, saying a random giant wandered in and killed it would be more believable.
Professor McGonagall took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling her blood pressure spike.
"That's enough, Minerva," said Professor Dumbledore, finally stepping in.
"No matter what happened, Mr. Wilson saved two innocent students and defeated a troll. I believe we should be rewarding him, not interrogating him."
With a warm smile, Dumbledore looked at Louis. "Fifty points to Slytherin. Well done, Mr. Wilson. Now go get some rest. I've already asked the house-elves to send the feast food to your common room—you may continue enjoying it there."
"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore," Louis said, tipping his top hat politely. Then, with Hermione's help, he supported Padma.
Professor McGonagall hurried over to conjure a stretcher and sent Padma off to the Hospital Wing.
As the professors and students left, Dumbledore turned to the staff still present.
"Alright, everyone—let's clean up this mess."
The spell Reparo Totalis could fix even severe damage, restoring objects nearly to their original state. But each item could only be restored so many times this way.
Otherwise, the Weasley family's robes wouldn't be so tattered.
Repairing parts of the castle required more complex spellwork. The professors quickly got to work restoring the cracked walls and shattered floor. Meanwhile, Quirrell, dragging the troll's corpse away with difficulty, was tasked with disposal—after all, this mountain troll had been one of his own defenses for the Philosopher's Stone.
Dumbledore glanced at the back of the troll's caved-in head, then looked at the club lying nearby.
Judging by the wound, it looked like the club had caused it.
Did Louis use Levitation or some other magical force?
Curious, Dumbledore walked over and picked up the club—only to notice the deep fracture running through it… and at the center of the fracture, a very distinct fist-shaped imprint.
Even Dumbledore, with his vast knowledge, fell silent.
"…Could a human really do this?"
He touched the fist-shaped mark on the club. It was very clearly left behind in a single direct strike.
Given the way the crack split through the entire club, there was no doubt—it had been rendered useless. Even touching it again would probably cause it to break apart completely. Using this as a weapon now would only result in the wielder breaking their own arm.
As for the troll's massive cranial injury…
Looking at the fist mark, the answer became clear.
"There's no way a normal wizard could do this," Dumbledore muttered.
"Albus?"
Professor McGonagall had finished her repair spellwork and walked over. "What is it?"
"Take a look, Minerva." Dumbledore handed her the club, pointing silently to the deep fist imprint.
McGonagall blinked, her expression turning serious as she examined the weapon.
"Could the student rumors be true?" she said softly. "That Mr. Wilson has Nightmare blood?"
She didn't mention anything about Merlin—saying that in front of Albus Dumbledore, a member of the Order of Merlin and bearer of the First Class Medal, just felt… wrong.
"Nightmares are legendary beings. No one's seen them—just like no one's seen a boggart's true form. We have no idea what kind of power they truly possess… only that they can invade dreams," Dumbledore said. His tone remained calm, but even he sounded a bit strained when discussing something so far outside logic.
"Maybe Nightmares are also physically powerful? Like giants?"
Who knew what sort of absurd image Dumbledore was conjuring up in his head now.
"Do you really think Mr. Wilson carries that bloodline? Are you… planning to publicly acknowledge it?" McGonagall asked, stunned.
"Not yet, Minerva," Dumbledore said slowly. "He's still too young. But someone like him… needs proper guidance."
He glanced again at the cracked club in McGonagall's hands.
"If he strays from the right path… the consequences will be a disaster—far worse than what happened eleven years ago."
Dumbledore turned his head.
"Severus."
Snape walked over, giving McGonagall a nod before looking to Dumbledore. "What is it?"
"Perhaps it's time we paid Mr. Wilson a bit more attention," Dumbledore said, fingers interlaced over his stomach. "What sort of guidance do you think he needs?"
Snape didn't yet realize that Dumbledore had tacitly accepted the rumor of Louis being Merlin's heir. He assumed the interest was purely due to Louis's overwhelming talent.
"Mr. Wilson is gifted," Snape answered. "Whether in Potions or any other subject, I believe all the professors would agree. Though… he does have a bit of a temper. Likes to bully his classmates."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Exactly why he needs more guidance. First and foremost… let's make sure he stops bullying them."
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At the hospital wing, Padma lay in bed after a simple treatment, her eyes heavy from the potion-induced drowsiness.
Hermione, though not as seriously injured, had a few scrapes and bruises and was being treated by Madam Pomfrey.
Louis, meanwhile, had been kicked out.
Since he wasn't hurt, refused the calming potion, and—more importantly—Hermione had to remove her outer robes during treatment (leaving only her undergarments), there was no way he could stay.
"Like I wanted to peek anyway. We're all eleven. Flatter than a tablet. Who'd even want to sneak a glance…" Louis muttered bitterly under his breath, part annoyed, part disappointed.
Suddenly, his expression changed. A new system notification appeared before him:
> [You've completed the "Nightmare & Wizard" Phase 3 Mission]
> [Far-reaching Impact]
> [You have received 5,000 Trick Points. Current total: 98,000 Points]
> [You have received the following mission rewards:]
> - Achievement: Trickster Who Laughs at Justice (Reduces all non-dark magic effects by 50%)
> - Legendary Lottery Draw ×3 (Each draw valued at 30,000 Trick Points)
"…Wait, the mission's complete?" Louis blinked in confusion, rubbing his chin. "Did Voldemort do something?"
Then he realized—
Back when he saved Hermione and Padma, he hadn't held back at all. His inhuman physique had been on full display.
"So revealing some of my abnormalities really was worth it."
Louis smiled in satisfaction as he looked at the rewards added to his account.
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