Harry Potter : Bloodraven-Chapter 74: Hallows’ Eve Chaos (III) (CH - 94)

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Maverick flew through the castle corridors, zigzagging with desperate urgency. His focus was sharp, locked on the girls' bathroom where the supposed troll had just entered.

His Magical-Sense picked up the scene unfolding inside—a little girl, Hermione, entirely unaware of the danger closing in on her.

His mind raced. Harry and Ron were supposed to be here to play the heroes in this incident, but his Magical-Sense didn't detect their presence anywhere near the bathroom. He didn't have the time to locate them now—they were either late or not coming at all.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be, he thought irritably.

Nothing about this incident matched the story he remembered. First, there weren't just one but three trolls rampaging through the castle. Second, these creatures were different.

They felt powerful—far too strong for two first-years to handle, even by some ridiculous stroke of luck. But the one heading toward Hermione? That one was different. Its presence radiated an oppressive strength, far beyond what could be considered a troll.

Even its appearance was different.

This wasn't a mindless brute, he thought. Its movements were calculated, its towering form exuding an air of menace. Whatever this creature was, it was far more dangerous than the others—and Hermione had no chance against it.

Was it even a troll? Or had the noseless bastard brought something else entirely?

Dammit.

He cursed under his breath. He had been relying far too much on the story unfolding as he remembered it, trusting the narrative to guide things along. His mistake—his carelessness—had put an innocent girl in mortal danger.

When did I become so reckless? he chastised himself. Trusting in superstition, in a plot he wasn't even sure was intact anymore—it had been a foolish gamble. And someone else was about to pay the price for his foolishness.

Careless! Careless!

The bitter reprimand echoed in his mind. He swore to himself, then and there, to never let such negligence guide his actions again.

Swooosh!

Racing up the staircase from the first floor to the second, Maverick bolted toward the bathroom, his heart pounding.

Shit!

Through the wrecked doorway, he saw the monster—its hulking green body towering over Hermione as she dodged its relentless attacks. The girl was moving desperately, her small frame barely escaping the crushing blows of the creature's enormous mace.

Boom! Crash! Boom!

Maverick's teeth clenched as he surged forward. He could strike now—unleash a devastating attack—but Hermione was too close. She'd be caught in the aftermath.

ROAAAARRR!

The green-skinned beast, definitely not a troll and more akin to an ogre, raised its colossal mace, the weapon poised to obliterate Hermione in a single strike.

Moving at his fastest speed, Maverick lunged forward, extending his arm and releasing a powerful binding hex.

The spell shot through the air like a lightning bolt, colliding with the ogre just as the mace reached its halfway point. The magic flared to life, thick ropes materializing from thin air and coiling tightly around the creature's massive limbs. The bindings wrapped its arms, torso, and legs, rendering it completely immobile.

The mace froze in place, trembling slightly as the ogre's restrained grip struggled against the binding hex. It roared in fury, a guttural growl that shook the very air around them, its muscles bulging as it strained to break free.

For the first time, Maverick truly felt the raw, terrifying physical strength of the creature. His hex, imbued with his powerful magic, was barely holding on. He was certain this monster's physique was far stronger than a Great-Magus, possibly even approaching Arch-Magus level. That meant this creature's strength was comparable to Captain America—no, even stronger, if his teacher's words were accurate.

(Author's Note: This is only his assumption.)

The magical ropes shimmered with strain, threatening to snap under its relentless power.

But it didn't matter, and he needed was this short window.

Woosh!

He bolted forward, reaching the little witch slumped against the wall in mere seconds. Hermione's eyes were tightly shut, her face pale as she braced for the inevitable. She had surrendered to what she believed was the end, completely unaware to his arrival and what was happening now.

Without hesitation, he scooped her up, cradling her in a secure hold. Despite the urgency, he moved carefully, now seeing the full extent of her injuries—scratches, bruises, and shards of debris embedded in her skin, staining her robes with streaks of blood.

She flinched slightly at the movement, likely from the pain, but her eyes remained closed.

"You're safe now," he murmured, though he wasn't sure if she could hear him.

He dashed out of the bathroom and into the safety of the corridor just as the ogre let out another earth-shaking roar. Behind them, the magical bindings strained, the shimmering ropes snapping one by one under the beast's immense strength.

It didn't take long.

SNAP!

The ogre let out a mighty roar and broke free from its binds. At once, its huge, bloodshot eyes scanned the room and quickly fixed on the small human with murderous intent that promised only death.

However, the odds had changed now. Maverick no longer needed to worry about Hermione getting caught in the crossfire. He gently set her down against the wall, ensuring she was far enough, before turning back toward the beast.

At the same time, the ogre lunged forward, its heavy footsteps shaking the floor as it barreled toward him, raising its massive mace high, ready to strike with all its might.

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Maverick didn't flinch.

With Hermione secure, he had the freedom to act without restraint. As the monster got closer ready to swung its massive arm, he stretched out his hands and summoned his magic.

"Transmute!"

The air around him shimmered, reality bending as raw magic surged into his transfiguration. In an instant, the walls and floor around the ogre warped, twisting like liquid, then solidifying into thick, glinting chains. It all happened in less than a second.

They surged at it like serpents, each link alive with Maverick's intent. They slammed into the creature from all sides, coiling around its arms, legs, and torso with crushing force. The ogre snarled and thrashed violently, but the chains only tightened, restraining its every movement.

The bathroom and corridor transformed into jagged metallic spikes erupting from the floor and walls to further pin the beast in place. The sound of clinking metal and the ogre's enraged roars filled the air, but its movements slowed until the chains finally immobilized it for good.

But that didn't stop the ogre from growling, even with the thick transfigured steel covering its mouth like tape.

Maverick then completed the final act. With one hand lowered and the other pointed forward, his index finger aimed directly at the beast. In a commanding voice, he chanted, "Nindra Shanti..."—a powerful sleeping charm he had learned from India.

The magic wrapped around the ogre instantly. Its growls dwindled to soft whimpers, its bloodshot eyes began to close, and then... silence.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds.

The hulking green monster now lay completely trapped and unconscious, its massive form bound in a cocoon of unbreakable metal.

Maverick let out a long sigh.

If he had wanted to, a single Avada Kedavra would have ended it all in an instant. But he didn't want to resort to that. There would be no consequences, of course, since it was done to save another life and out of necessity. But that wasn't the point. People would see him differently the moment they found out.

And they would know. Even if he cast it without a wand, that wouldn't matter. He was the only one here capable of performing the curse.

He pushed those thoughts aside for the moment and turned to the little girl. Maverick raised an eyebrow. Her eyes were wide open now, filled with awe and amazement as she looked at him.

Guess she realized she wasn't about to die after all. He thought.

He smiled warmly at her, took a few steps forward, and crouched down beside her.

...

"Stay still, Ms. Granger. I'm going to perform some diagnostics spells. It'll only take a moment."

The little witch bobbed her head up and down like a chicken.

Maverick chuckled softly at her reaction and retrieved his wand. He waved it gently over her head, and a soft, shimmering glow enveloped her. His magical senses flared, immediately picking up on the extent of the injuries on her body.

"Prof... Professor... You saved me," Hermione's voice quivered, the words breaking through her hesitation. Tears welled up in her eyes, finally breaking free as they slid down her cheeks. "I... I thought I was going to die. I was sure I was going to die."

Maverick's expression softened, and he made a gentle shushing sound, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Hush, now," he murmured, his voice firm yet gentle. "It's our responsibility as professors to protect the students of this school—"

Boom!

Crash!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His words were cut short as the sounds of loud impacts reverberated from somewhere nearby.

Hermione stiffened, her small frame tensing at the noise, but Maverick remained calm. He raised his hand and gave her a gentle pat on the head, hoping to reassure her.

His magical senses stretched out, feeling the pulses of magic in the air, and quickly assessed the situation. McGonagall and Flitwick were nearby, each immobilizing one of the trolls. Yes, this time they were truly trolls—big, lumbering beasts with thick, ugly skin.

A sigh escaped his mouth as he sensed the professors had things under control. Not long after, the sounds of battle faded, replaced by silence.

He glanced at Hermione again, offering her a soft smile. "Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick have dealt with the last of the monsters," he said reassuringly. "Everything's going to be alright."

But it wasn't just the professors' battle that caught his attention through his Magical-Sense.

Moments later, hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway, accompanied by frantic calls.

"Hermione!"

"Hermione, where are you?"

"Hermione! There's a troll in the castle! We've come to get you out of here!"

Maverick glanced at the girl, raising an eyebrow. "Looks like you have some incredible friends, Ms. Granger."

Hermione turned her head, lost for words, as the frantic shouts grew louder.

She immediately recognized their voices, but it only made her confused. Why were they calling for her? Why were they rushing to her aid? Didn't they despise her? Weren't they the ones who had mocked her, ridiculing her for having no friends?

Then, in the next moment, she saw Harry and Ron running desperately toward her. They skidded to a stop when they saw her, but their eyes immediately went wide as they took in the sight of the massive green creature, now bound tightly in chains, and the scene of Maverick's masterfully done Transfiguration.

"Wicked..."

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Author's Note:

Double release 😁