Succubus System At Hogwarts

Ian ran through the noisy crowd, heading straight for the basement of the castle.

Just as he was about to reach the girls' bathroom, a familiar voice suddenly echoed from around the corner.

"Ah! Ah!!!"

That scream—it was Hermione!

Ian's heart clenched, and he immediately quickened his pace, sprinting toward the source of the sound.

Turning the corner, Ian saw a tall figure standing in front of the bathroom door, wielding a thick wooden club.

"Hermione!"

"Ian!" Three voices rang out at once.

Ian didn't even glance at Harry and Ron. His attention was completely on Hermione, who was cowering under the sink, looking disheveled and terrified. His eyes turned bloodshot with fury.

If only I was not in Hogwarts, I'd hit this troll with an Avada Kedavra right now!

"Expelliarmus! Impedimenta! Incarcerous! Petrificus Totalus! Stupefy!"

Ian unleashed every offensive spell he could think of, aiming them all at the troll without hesitation.

Trolls are notoriously dim-witted creatures, but their magical resistance was practically off the charts. Ian's attacks barely scratched the surface, more akin to an annoying itch than an actual threat.

However, his barrage of spells succeeded in drawing the troll's attention. It turned slowly, gripping its club tightly, and swung at him, giving Hermione a chance to catch her breath.

Ian's expression grew tense as he dodged the troll's clumsy but deadly swing, narrowly avoiding being flattened.

Harry and Ron, watching anxiously, were at a loss—they didn't know any offensive spells. Desperate to help, they resorted to hurling rocks at the troll in an attempt to distract it.

"Ian! Be careful!"

Hermione had just climbed out from under the sink when she saw the troll's wooden club swinging toward Ian. She screamed in fear.

Ian rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the troll's attack, but the movement forced him into a corner, trapped in a blind spot of the bathroom.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

At the critical moment, Hermione raised her wand and shouted the spell, aiming it at the troll's club.

The troll's club immediately floated into the air. It stared at its empty hand in confusion, momentarily forgetting about Ian.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Ian crawled out of the corner and used his wand to control the floating club, slamming it down onto the troll's head.

The troll staggered from the blow before crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

Seeing the troll fall, Ian finally exhaled in relief. He stood, dusting himself off, before rushing over to Hermione. "Hermione, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Hermione's eyes were red and watery, her face streaked with tears. She looked utterly pitiful.

"I'm fine, Ian," Hermione replied, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her face. "Why are you here? It's so dangerous! Are you okay?"

"You're here, Hermione. Of course, I had to come," Ian said softly, pulling her into his arms. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Ahem."

The sound of someone clearing their throat broke the moment. Hermione suddenly realized they weren't alone and quickly pushed Ian away, her face turning bright red.

Ian turned to see Harry and Ron standing nearby. If they hadn't 'Ahemed' him just now, he might have completely forgotten why Hermione had been crying here alone in the first place.

Thinking of this, Ian's face suddenly darkened.

Good, good, Ronald Weasley! Good boy! But you'll become a dead boy soon!

"Ronald Weasley!"

Ian stormed over to Ron, grabbing him by the collar. "If it weren't for you, Hermione wouldn't have been in danger! Do you have any idea what could have happened to her if I hadn't arrived in time?!"

Ron's face turned pale, his voice shaking as he stammered an apology. "I-I'm sorry, Ian! I really know I was wrong. I won't do it again, I promise! Hermione, Hermione, I was just talking nonsense—you're amazing. I was wrong, I shouldn't have said those things to you."

Ron turned to Hermione, his tone trembling with sincerity.

Harry, seeing his brother's fiery temper, wisely stayed quiet and slowly edged backward, trying to avoid drawing attention to himself.

Finally, Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She stepped forward and tugged at Ian's sleeve. "Ian, don't be angry. Ron knows he was wrong. He apologized to me, and I'm not hurt."

Ian let out a cold snort but reluctantly released Ron's collar. However, before fully letting him off the hook, Ian swung a punch, landing it squarely on Ron's right cheek.

"Ah!" Ron cried out as he was knocked to the ground, clutching his face in pain.

"That's for teaching you to respect others, especially your friends!" 

"And if you ever say anything disrespectful to Hermione again, I'll make sure you find out why the flowers are so red!"

Ron, his cheek already swelling, nodded rapidly, not daring to utter a word.

What the hell does that mean... but I better not ask right now..

Harry swallowed nervously, silently thanking his lucky stars that he'd never said anything bad about Hermione.

At this moment, he was certain that even being Ian's brother wouldn't have spared him from a similar fate.

After delivering the punch, Ian reached down and pulled Ron back to his feet. "Stop whining! It didn't even hurt that much."

Ian turned his gaze toward Harry, who instinctively shrank back, his eyes wide with apprehension.

"Eh? Why do you look so scared?" Ian asked, giving Harry a puzzled look.

Harry silently gestured toward Ron, who was still clutching his swollen face.

I'm afraid you'll lose it and punch me too, Harry thought but wisely kept his mouth shut.

"Oh! Merlin's Socks! What is going on here? The four of you!"

Professor McGonagall had just entered the bathroom, followed by several other professors, Cassandra, and Draco. "Can anyone tell me what happened?"

Her sharp gaze fell on the giant troll lying unconscious on the ground, then shifted to Ian and the other three students, her expression a mix of shock and anger.

Ian stepped forward, ready to explain. "Professor, we—"

Before Ian could finish, Professor Snape, who had been standing silently at the back, suddenly strode forward. His expression shifted as he grabbed Ian's wrist, examining a scratch on it.

Ian instinctively tried to pull away, but Snape's grip was surprisingly strong for someone who looked so lean.

"Don't move," Snape said curtly.

His face was dark as he inspected the injury, though it softened slightly when he realized it was only a minor scratch.

Reaching into his robes, he took out a small bottle of potion and poured some of it over the wound.

Ian immediately felt a cooling sensation, and the burning pain from the scratch disappeared almost instantly.

"Thank you, Professor," Ian said, glancing at the bottle. He pointed to the others. "Hermione and the others are also injured. Could you please give them some medicine?"

Snape's expression darkened once more. "Don't they have hands?" he snapped, thrusting the bottle into Ian's arms before turning away.

Crossing his arms, he stepped back and glared at the group coldly.

Ian sighed and turned to Hermione, carefully applying the potion to her injuries before handing the bottle to Harry and Ron.

"Alright," Professor McGonagall said sternly, her gaze sweeping over the group. "Now, can you tell me what happened here? If it weren't for Miss Vole and Mr. Malfoy worrying about you and coming to find us in time, we might not have arrived soon enough."

"Sorry, Professor," Ian said, stepping forward. He recounted the entire incident honestly, neither exaggerating nor trying to discredit anyone involved.

Although Ian kept the explanation simple, the professors quickly understood what had happened.

Professor McGonagall turned to Ron, her expression stern.

"Mr. Weasley! Due to your inappropriate behavior, Gryffindor will be deducted ten points! I trust you will remember the lesson you've learned today!"

She then turned her attention to the group as a whole. "As for the rest of you..." Professor McGonagall paused for effect before continuing, "Defeating a troll as first-years and surviving is no small feat. Each of you will earn 20 points."

"You're lucky to be alive," she added, her tone sharp as she cast another glare at Ron. "Mr. Malfoy and Miss Vole will also receive ten points each for promptly notifying the professors."

Cassandra's expression remained neutral, as if earning house points was of little consequence to her.

Draco, however, puffed out his chest proudly and shot Ian a smug look, his chin tilted high.

Ian rolled his eyes and chose to ignore him.

Once Professor McGonagall finished dealing with the troll, she left with the other professors. Before leaving, however, Professor Snape gave the Potter brothers a long, meaningful look.

Both Ian and Harry felt a chill as Snape's gaze lingered on them. Shivering slightly, Harry leaned toward Ian and muttered, "What's with Professor Snape? Why is he looking at us like that?"

"Probably jealous of how handsome we are," Ian replied nonchalantly.

Harry: "..."

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