6 The L'Oreal Prince

The first class they had after lunch was Potions, taught by the one and only L'Oreal Prince, Professor Snape.

They had this class along with Gryffindor, so Snape's hatred towards Potter will be all the class has to offer.

Suddenly, a man with bouncy black hair wearing a dark cape aggressively entered the Potions classroom.

"There will be no wands nor incantations in this class. Be the case I see or hear any of this, I will deduct as many points as I can from your house." Professor Snape said. "I'm sure not much of you will be able to appreciate this art, nor do I have hopes that you will be able to. But for those who have that talent, I will be able to teach you this art."

Professor Snape looked at his students.

"Can someone tell what the use of the tear of stone is?"

This time Hermione didn't raise her hand. This wasn't in any of the books she had read.

"And the use of the finger of a snake?" Snape asked again. "Maybe our hero and savior Mr. Potter know it?"

"I do not sir," Harry replied.

"How sad it is. Well, having glory doesn't mean having the ability to prove it." Snape said with disdain.

"Any of the rest of you know it?"

Oberon raised his hand.

"Mr. Grindelwald?"

"They are used to brew the Impossible Potion, which lets you achieve a nearly impossible thing once."

"Correct, Mr. Grindelwald. But how sad it is, that as its name says, it's impossible to make."

"Today we will be making the Forgetfulness Potions. You must do everything as I said, and not do anything without my approval. Do you understand?"

The class nodded and Snape grunted.

"We will be using Mistletoe Berries, Valerian plant and Lethe River Water. The last has memory erasure properties, so you must not smell it when boiling, drinking it or anything similar. Nothing difficult to evade if you are able to muster a little bit of intelligence."

All the students started making the potion following the steps as Snape explained them. Suddenly, an explosion occurred in the Explosion Master place, Seamus Finnigan.

"Stupid boy with nothing more than troll snout in his head incapable of thinking!"

"Who are you?" Asked Seamus while looking at Snape.

"Someone take him to the infirmary and inform Madame Pomfrey that is the effect of Lethe River Water."

Neville took Seamus and left for the infirmary.

"Have the rest of you finished brewing the potion? Even a newborn giant could be able to do it." Professor Snape said in disdain.

Oberon and Hermione, who were seated together raised their hands.

Snape went to their seats while his cape fluttered.

"Let's see…It seems correct. But how will we see if it works correctly? Would anyone of you like to try it?" Snape asked while looking at the two.

"I would do it, Professor Snape." Oberon took a small vial, filled it with potion and drank it in one gulp.

"It tastes well," Oberon replied.

"I would say it doesn't work Mr. Grindelwald."

"No, it does. But I'm immune to potions of this type." Oberon explained.

"Oh really. What a marvellous coincidence." Snape said angrily. "Why don't we try it again then."

Snape held a vial and tossed it in the mouth of Neville, who just returned from taking Seamus to the infirmary.

"W-What?! Gulp Gulp…Mmh…Where am I?... Who are you?... Who am I?..." Neville started asking in confusion.

"Oh! An effectiveness of 95%, not bad Mr. Grindelwald. That would be ten points for Ravenclaw if you haven't joked like before. Sadly, it will be three points now."

Dots came to his brother and took him to Madame Pomfrey.

"Who are you?... You are a little ugly, don't you?" Neville said.

…

Potions Class ended and the last class, HoM was as boring as always.

That night, Oberon wrote a letter to Vinda and asked her to search for a mission from the Magic Order of Everlight Guardians (MOEG). It was the organization in charge of distributing missions to kill and exorcise Cursed Spirits in this world.

It was fully independent of any government, and even of the ICW. So it doesn't matter who you are, a normal person or a criminal, they will give you missions based on your rank.

He attached the letter to his owl, Ishia. She was a Pharaoh eagle-owl he found in Egypt when she was nothing more than an owlet that fell from her nest.

Ishia left from the windows with the letter attached to her talons.

…

The next day, while all of them were having breakfast the mail came.

Ishia was already there with the newspaper and a letter from Vinda.

He first checked the newspaper and looked at the first news.

'The new King of Britain has appeared - Oberon Grindelwald, the heir of King Arthur.'

He continued reading and saw a photo of him in the court of the Wizengamot.

'Just after being recognized as the rightful successor and Family Head of Pendragon, he demanded the Wizengamot and the Ministry to return to him the Ministry. What a bold statement, don't you think? Well, apparently, he is the rightful owner of the Ministry lands and all that has been built on it.'

He raised his head and found that every single person present in the Great Hall, teachers included (except Dumbledore) were looking at him.

"Is it really you?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I already told you that I knew who he was, don't I?" Oberon replied.

"You are full of surprises Grindelwald," Gabriel said.

Cho Chang was speechless and couldn't even speak a word.

People rushed to the Ravenclaw table to ask Oberon for an autograph.

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall put her wand on her neck and spoke.

"CHILDREN. PLEASE BEHAVE. RETURN TO YOUR SEATS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO LOSE POINTS."

Hearing her, everyone returned to their seats.

Draco, who was seated looking at Oberon's back, was thinking about what to do. First, he wanted revenge, but now it has changed. His father has taught him that what matters the most is having good connections. And the Lord of the Pendragon house was a very good connection.

Almost every student, Slytherin's ones the most, received letters from their families telling them to befriend Oberon.

No one was surprised about Oberon's demands about the Ministry. Minister Fudge wasn't very popular, and every family would do the same if they were in Oberon's situation. It was their property after all.

…

The days passed and Halloween came. Hermione won't be in the bathroom crying as no one has been insulting her. Now she has great friends in Ravenclaw.

They were all dining in the Great Hall with smiling pumpkins floating in the air.

All of them were laughing and talking when suddenly, the doors loudly opened, and Professor Quirrell entered running into the Great Hall.

"TROLL! TROLLS IN THE DUNGEONS!! THERE ARE TROLLS IN THE DUNGEONS!"

Hearing him all the students screamed and started running.

A troll was a high-Grade 1 Cursed Spirit.

Most of Hogwarts' students graduated as Grade 2 or Grade 1. Except for special cases, students in the first and second years were all Grade 4 and Grade 3.

It may seem low, but when a child comes from a Muggle family who doesn't know anything about Curses or Innate Techniques. So, they don't train or get to know their Innate Technique.

Also, a lot of Innate Techniques in the pure-blood families weren't that powerful or were not destined for combat.

So, in the end, only 10-20% of Hogwarts students had a really strong Innate Technique and were capable of reaching higher Grades.

Seeing the state of the students Dumbledore rose from his seat and clapped his hands. A wave of Magic Energy swept the Great Hall paralyzing everyone.

"Everyone, please, calm down and don't panic. I and the teachers will go to the dungeons." Dumbledore said. "Prefects! Guide the students to your Common Rooms."

Hearing him, people started calming down. He was a Special Grade Wizard, and the teachers were semi-Special Grade or Grade 1 Wizards and Witches. A bunch of trolls would be of no problem to them.

Oberon looked at the Old Fox and saw through his plan, but something didn't match. For Harry to be seen as a hero, someone must be the victim.

Hermione was next to him, so he didn't know what Dumbledore was planning.

He could use his Innate Technique, but it would be difficult with everyone around him screaming. To see something so precise he needed concentration; not unlike his father, who is able to make prophecies in a whim.

While Oberon was thinking about this, Neville came to his side.

"Oberon! Oberon! My sister is not here! I don't know where she is or what has happened to her!" Neville said nervously.

In Oberon's head, the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together.

Oberon's eyes glowed and he saw Dots in the bathroom crying.

"What happened to your sister? Why is she crying?" Oberon asked him.

Neville tried to remember why she could be crying.

"Ah! I remember. Some boys from Gryffindor insulted her about being a tomboy and getting along with people of other houses." Neville explained.

Oberon turned to his friends from Ravenclaw.

"You go to the Common Room. I will go to save Dots."

They wanted to refute, but all of them were Grade 3 Wizards and Witches, except Cho Chang who was recently promoted to a Grade 2 Witch.

They had seen him fight against Draco, a semi-Grade 2 Wizard. So, they assumed he was at least semi-Grade 1.

Oberon went to the girl's bathroom and started hearing her cry.

"Come on Dots. Don't let what those boys say affect you."

"O-Oberon?" Dots asked sobbing. "W-What are you doing here?"

"I didn't see you at the Great Hall and asked Neville. He then told me what happened."

"Neville and his big mouth." Dots said. "Oberon, you must go. What if other people see you with me?!"

"And what's the problem if they see me with you? You are my friend, and no one is going to tell me if I can stay with my friend or not." Oberon replied.

Hearing him, Dots felt her chest tighten. She has never had a friend who told her things like that aside from his brother.

"And Dots, not to rush you, but there are a group of trolls roaming the school who escaped from the dungeons. We should leave."

When Dots processed what Oberon told her, she blinked once, then she blinked twice and then she opened the door with a loud hit and jumped out of it.

"WHAT?! Why haven't you told me sooner?"

"Well, I thought we were having a beautiful moment," Oberon said with a cheesy voice.

When they were about to leave the bathroom, a troll appeared intending to attack them with its club.

Oberon summoned a holy sword and cut off the troll's hands.

"GRRHHH!" The troll grunted angrily and pained.

"Glacius." Oberon said as he waved his hand toward the handless troll.

It froze instantly and fell to the floor.

Hearing the noise more and more trolls started coming to the bathroom. Thankfully, the entrance was small and only two or three could enter at the same time.

Oberon attacked them with his holy sword, but trolls have really high regenerative abilities, thus only the ones who had their head cut or hearts pierced died.

Dots supported him from the back with spells like Incendio or Bombarda.

Oberon was physically exhausted, but his Magic Reserves were still overflowing.

When only four trolls were left, these ceased fighting, stepped back and bowed to the corridor.

"What's happening?" Dots asked.

"Nothing good. That's for sure." Oberon replied.

Heavy steps echoed through the hallway - something big was coming.

From the bathroom entrance, a towering figure appeared. It was five meters tall and its hide was red. Horns protruded from its head simulating a crown.

Normal trolls were about the same height as Hagrid, roughly three and a half meters tall.

Its eyes turned blood-red when it saw its breed dead and dismembered bodies on the floor.

"GRRROARRRG!!!" The unusual troll shouted.

"F*ck!" Oberon cursed.

"What happens?!" Dots asked preoccupied.

"That is not a normal Mountain Troll, that is a f*cking Troll King. A semi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit."

Suddenly, Oberon got a vision and held Dots as he jumped to the floor. As he did it, the Troll King rushed to them.

Thanks to his Innate Technique he could evade it.

Oberon summoned two holy swords and dual-wielded them to fight it. Its attacks were heavy, but not unbearable.

He tried to cut it, but his sword only left scratches.

The fight continued, and neither of them gave in.

The Troll King separated itself from Oberon and clapped its hand.

"ᚲᚢᚱᛊᛖᛞ ᛏᛖᚲᚺᚾᛁᚲᚢᛖ× ᛒᛚᛟᛟᛞ ᛈᚨᚲᛏ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᛗᛟᚢᚾᛏᚨᛁᚾ ᚲᛁᛜ" The Troll King spoke in a strange language.

When he finished speaking, the dozens of troll corpses that were on the floor turned into a mass of blood that moved to the Troll King.

Part of the blood was absorbed by it, healing his injuries. But another part was transformed into a blood club and armour.

The Troll King charged at Oberon who evaded its attack and countered it. But sadly, even though the holy swords could damage the blood armour as it was made of Cursed Energy, the Troll King didn't receive any damage.

'Come on Oberon. Think…think about something!' Oberon thought.

The Troll King saw it wouldn't be able to kill Oberon in a short time, so it turned to Dots and jumped toward her.

"DOTS!!" Oberon screamed.

He summoned another holy sword and tried to block the attack as he pushed her to the side.

The blood club clashed with the holy sword. It resisted for some time, but in the end, the sword cracked and broke into light particles, making Oberon face the attack head-on.

He created a barrier at the last second with the Protego Charm, but the blood club hit him like a truck, throwing him in the air.

He coughed out some blood and crashed onto the ground, creating a crater, and injuring his body.

"Oberon!!" Dots exclaimed frightened about their future.

The Troll King laughed and kicked Oberon; cracking sounds were heard.

It turned to look at Dots and licked its lips. It was known that Trolls had a taste for human flesh, so Dots started trembling and tried to run away. But the Troll King catch her.

Weakly, Oberon opened his eyes and saw the scene. Using every last drop of his willpower, he got up and attracted the Troll's attention.

He didn't know why, but he knew what to do.

Oberon put his hands in a praying manner and closed his eyes.

Threads started forming and wrapping his arms and hands. He opened his eyes and an ethereal light came out of them.

"Maximum: Supernal Prophecy"

Oberon's Magic Energy started leaving his body in the form of threads and fusing with the surrounding Magic Energy.

"Fall of the Greatest King" muttered Oberon.

The Magic Energy in the air started changing. Even Dots, who was only a Grade 2 Witch, could feel it. And not only her, but the Troll King could also do it.

It wasn't like the rest of his race, with only Magic Energy circulating in their bodies. It could feel and use the Magic Energy in the air, and even use a Cursed Technique.

So when the Magic Energy in the air started changing, it felt it quickly.

The Troll King let go of Dots and tried to attack Oberon. But it fell to its knees.

"AAGGHH!" The Troll King shouted.

First, the blood club and armour disintegrated. Then, its crown-shaped horns started to deform and shrink into its skull until they disappeared.

"What is happening?" Dots thought aloud.

"Its existence as a Troll King is being rejected by the world." Oberon, who have recovered a little, replied.

"AAGGHH! AARRGH!" The Troll King continued screaming in pain.

When it ended, it got up and was about to attack them. But something happened to it, it couldn't use its Cursed Technique, nor could it sense Magic Energy.

"What? Have you lost your privileges?" Oberon asked.

Using the last bits of Magic Energy he had, he summoned a holy sword. Using the Maximum Technique has almost depleted his Magic reserves.

He swung the sword and beheaded the now-only Troll.

'Schwing!'

'Thud!'

The before Troll King's head fell to the floor, just when Dumbledore and the rest of the Professors entered the Bathroom.

"What is happening here?!" Professor McGonagall asked.

Oberon tried to answer, but he lost consciousness and fell into Dots' arms.