The Little Superman of Hogwarts

The exam week was over, no matter what. For Hermione and Kerry, it was just a show, but for Harry and Ron, the underachievers, it was a disaster.

But after the disaster, there will be sunshine. All the underachievers in Harry's dormitory were cheering. In a corner of the Forbidden Forest, five people were practicing formations. For the sake of the team's effectiveness, Harry didn't even care about Quidditch as much as in the original book, but his flying skills not only didn't decline, but became even better—because he was a mage assassin in the 91st Legion, a ranged attacker, and needed a flying broom even more.

The centaur tribe next to them served as props for their practice—like Harry, the centaurs also regarded Harry as a hypothetical enemy, training to develop countermeasures against wizards. The centaur tribe's output was entirely physical, but Kerry had already ordered some guns for them, and soon the centaurs would become ["Sir, eat shit!"]

"Good effect!" Kerry praised. Hermione didn't come; she had been tinkering with some gadgets she liked recently.

On the field, the centaurs' spears couldn't even get close to the few people. Neville held a large shield, and in his other hand, he held the Filial Son Sword.

Harry was flying in the air, providing cover for the attack from the side, also releasing spells. Dean held his wand and released a Flash Charm—of course, not the Lumos kind, but another kind that could [blind dog eyes], the dazzling light shone on the centaur warrior, forcing him to squint.

Seamus, behind the shield, released various long-range spells, making the whole place dusty.

Only Ron… well… this guy was picking his teeth, with a bottle of green potion in his other hand.

Now Harry and the other five could face the strongest warriors of the centaur tribe without defeat. You must know that these five little guys were only twelve or thirteen years old, and the centaur tribe's warriors each weighed more than two hundred kilograms, plus their extremely fast speed, which was quite amazing.

"Only Seamus is still lacking something… Let me think…" Kerry pondered, "Your wand's attack power is not enough! Why don't I think of a way."

A bold idea popped up—Kerry decided to equip Seamus with a magic gun—perhaps he could make a 98K during the summer vacation.

The grades would be released one after another. Before that, classes would be suspended, and all teachers would seize the time to grade papers and register grades.

Harry and the other five took turns arranging people to track Quirrell. This day, they made a discovery.

"Quirrell is preparing something! He's about to take action!" Dean roared after tracking him back.

"Let us take action! The 91st Legion is ready to attack!" Harry was also full of enthusiasm.

It was already close to curfew, Quirrell would definitely start acting at night. They obviously had their own ideas and didn't notify anyone, including Kerry and Hermione.

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"Albus, what do you think of this result?" Snape held a report written on A4 paper.

"A road never imagined!" Dumbledore said thoughtfully.

"The condition of the cloned sheep is better than I imagined! I can confirm that this is a path that will definitely work!

But Albus—I need your help!

I can't complete the clone alone. I lack the necessary experimental materials! I also lack a matrix that can cultivate clones!

I am better at potions, not finding a fertile woman," Snape said, "Now I will try to retrieve Lily's soul from there. I have obtained her genes and have already reactivated them with potions."

Snape stopped here, looking at Dumbledore's old cheeks. Tears were left in the corners of Dumbledore's eyes. Seeing this, Snape continued to tempt him: "Ariana's soul, I believe you can get it from some places, and you must also have her genes. And this research institute can provide full assistance!"

"Severus, you have convinced me." Dumbledore opened his eyes, and in an instant, a laser-like beam seemed to shoot out, illuminating the entire office.

"Let's start acting! Perhaps the Dumbledore family needs an heir!" Dumbledore looked at Snape with a smile.

Just as Harry Potter was about to take action, Albus came to Hogsmeade Village and met his brother, Aberforth Dumbledore, whom he hadn't seen for many years.

The next day, the Hog's Head Pub hung a sign: "Closed for family matters."

"Strange, isn't Aberforth always single? Does he have any family affairs?" The wizards who couldn't find a place to drink were very strange.

"He is that Mr. Dumbledore's brother. Could it be that something happened to the headmaster?" Another group of wizards wondered.

In a certain research institute, Albus and Aberforth saw the cloned sheep Jenny for the first time, and they personally verified its authenticity.

The two looked at each other and looked at Snape on the other side together. Snape nodded, and a silent understanding was instantly reached between the three men.

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"It looks like no one has been here." The five people used the Invisibility Cloak several times to barely reach the entrance of Fluffy's lair. Everyone was carrying a huge box. Fluffy was happily gnawing on bones inside, so it didn't look like anyone had been here.

"There are only Hagrid's footprints on the ground!" Harry said.

"Wait… someone's coming!" Neville said.

The five people, carrying the boxes, walked into a room next to them—the door was not locked.

"Cerberus will be addicted to music. It was not easy to get this information." A self-talk voice, that was Quirrell's voice!

Immediately afterwards, the harp began to play, beautiful music, and then there was silence.

"He's in!" Harry said.

"Let's go!" Ron followed.

The five people quickly put on their equipment and walked into the corridor of Fluffy.

Fluffy was already asleep, with an automatic harp playing music next to it.

"I told you we should have told Dumbledore about this, told him that Quirrell is the thief who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone!" Ron said.

"But we have no evidence! Are we just relying on the pictures I get because of my headache? Dumbledore might think you are a false accuser!" Harry Potter said.

"Are we going to follow in?" Neville asked, already raising his huge shield.

The five people looked at each other, and almost in unison, they said: "Of course!"

Neville put down the shield, and several people worked together to open the floor on the ground—a dark passage appeared in front of everyone.