MTS: Marvel and Beyond

"The so-called pure-blood families are nothing more than decaying remnants. They might have been glorious once, but now they are long fallen.

The glory of modern families comes from wizards themselves, not from some so-called bloodline or the honor of their ancestors."

Hearing Alex's words, the surrounding Slytherins' expressions changed drastically. They all glared at him furiously and shouted:

"Are you insulting pure-blood families?

Do you know what you're doing? Kneel down and apologize! Take back what you just said, or the great pure-blood families will show you the true meaning of cruelty!"

Faced with their threats, Alex responded with nothing more than a cold smile.

Seeing Alex remain so arrogant, not only failing to recognize his supposed error but even further provoking them, the Slytherins completely lost their tempers.

Without hesitation, they drew their wands and began casting spells at Alex, each releasing different forms of magic in his direction.

Among these spells were even high-level attack magic, such as Confringo, which only upper-year students were taught! However, since they were still in school, they maintained a shred of restraint, aiming their attacks at Alex's limbs rather than his vital areas.

As the dozens of spells hurtled toward him, everyone nearby was frozen in fear.

Standing beside Alex, Hermione looked at the incoming barrage of spells with terror in her eyes. She tried to grab Alex and pull him aside to avoid the attack, but quickly realized she couldn't budge him at all.

However, because she didn't immediately move away, she had the opportunity to witness something utterly incredible.

Just as the spells were about to hit, Alex calmly raised his plain-looking wand. In the next moment, it emitted a brilliant magical glow.

A seemingly thin Protego charm materialized before him, floating like a solid wall. It enveloped both Alex and Hermione, shielding them entirely.

The barrage of spells from the Slytherins struck the charm but failed to make it budge, let alone break through.

The Slytherins, seeing that dozens of their combined spells had been completely blocked by Alex, shouted in disbelief, insisting he must have used some kind of magical artifact!

But before they could continue debating how Alex had stopped their attack, he waved his wand once more.

The light from his wand struck them, and in the next moment, something bizarre began happening to their bodies.

Their forms started to shrink, the chaotic magical energy within them faded, and their bodies began undergoing strange transformations.

When it was over, they had all been turned into small, slimy, yellowish-brown creatures resembling slimes.

Alex cast a Levitation Charm on the group of slimes, casually lifting them into the air. He then directed them toward the bathrooms and controlled them to start cleaning the filth in the toilets by absorbing it.

At that moment, Hermione whispered nervously,

"Alex, what kind of spell was that? And... where did they go?"

Alex laughed heartily, clearly enjoying himself, and explained:

"This is an advanced Transfiguration spell that can turn humans into magical creatures while allowing them to retain their intelligence.

I transformed them into slimes designed to devour waste, and now they're in the bathrooms, hard at work!"

Alex made no effort to lower his voice, so everyone nearby clearly heard what he had just done and what had become of those Slytherin students.

The onlookers instinctively took a step back from Alex, even the prankster duo Fred and George Weasley. They realized that compared to Alex's mischief, their pranks were mere child's play. Alex was the true king of mischief!

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Hogwarts, as vast as it seemed, was still just a castle. News of Alex transforming Slytherin students into slimes and sending them to clean the bathrooms spread quickly. By the end of lunch break, both Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were already aware of the incident.

In his office, Dumbledore sat with a furrowed brow. He hadn't expected that, so soon after the term began, his attention would be diverted from the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, to another student entirely: Alex.

When Dumbledore first met Alex, he sensed echoes of a young Tom Riddle—graceful, gifted, and brimming with potential. This resemblance worried him deeply, as he feared Alex might follow the same dark path and become a third Voldemort.

But soon, Dumbledore realized he had been mistaken.

If Voldemort was proud and dismissive of others, he at least masked his disdain when he was young and vulnerable. Alex, however, exuded an air of superiority, as though he regarded himself as fundamentally above everyone else.

Dumbledore noticed that Alex approached most interactions with a playful, almost detached attitude, as if he saw the world as a source of amusement.

Although Alex hadn't displayed any malice thus far, Dumbledore feared that if he ever did, his actions would be far darker and more destructive than Voldemort's.

Determined to prevent this, Dumbledore resolved to pay closer attention to Alex and guide him toward a better path, ensuring the wizarding world would never see the rise of a third Dark Lord.

As Dumbledore pondered how to guide Alex, the door to his office suddenly swung open. In walked Professor McGonagall, her usually composed demeanor replaced with a peculiar expression—an odd mix of joy, exasperation, and frustration.

Curious about what could have caused McGonagall to lose her composure, Dumbledore watched as she approached him and, in a rushed tone, recounted everything Alex had done during lunch.

When she finished, Dumbledore's face mirrored McGonagall's earlier expression—a blend of excitement and helplessness. He didn't know whether to laugh or sigh.

After taking a moment to regain his composure, Dumbledore asked McGonagall for clarification:

"Are you certain, Minerva, that Alex managed to instantly transform dozens of students into slimes straight out of a fantasy novel—and that, upon returning to their normal forms, they retained their intelligence?"

Professor McGonagall nodded emphatically. She understood why Dumbledore needed confirmation. When she first heard about this incident, she too had repeatedly asked for clarification—it was simply too incredible to believe.

While Transfiguration could indeed turn a person into an animal, the amount of magical power required was immense, far beyond what most adult wizards could achieve. Yet Alex had managed to instantly transform dozens of students into animals. Such a feat was something only she or Dumbledore might be able to accomplish at Hogwarts.

But what truly left them speechless wasn't Alex's raw magical talent, extraordinary as it was. It was the fact that he had transformed the students into magical creatures—slimes, no less—straight out of fantasy novels!

Even Animagus, the pinnacle of Transfiguration magic, only allowed wizards to shift into ordinary animals. Transforming someone into a magical creature, let alone a fictional one, was supposed to be impossible.

More importantly, Alex's actions had upended the fundamental rules of Transfiguration. For Transfiguration to work, a wizard needed an intimate understanding of the creature they were attempting to conjure. Since slimes didn't exist in the magical world, Alex couldn't possibly know them well enough to execute the spell.

How had he bypassed this rule? Or had he actually encountered a slime before?

If so, were the creatures described in fantasy novels not entirely fictitious?

What McGonagall could deduce, Dumbledore certainly could as well—and likely even more.

His expression grew serious as he stood and gazed out of the window, watching the students outside during their flying lesson. Among them was Alex, blending in as if nothing unusual had happened.

Dumbledore murmured gravely, "It seems I'll need to have a proper conversation with our young prodigy…"

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At that moment, Snape entered the headmaster's office. His face bore an uncharacteristically wide smile.

"Headmaster Dumbledore," he announced, "Alex has developed a groundbreaking potion!"

—-—

While Dumbledore and the professors discussed Alex, he was out on the lawn with the other first-years, attending their flying lesson.

The students were lined up in two neat rows, listening to Madam Rolanda Hooch: "Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Madam Rolanda Hooch, your flying instructor. Today, we begin our first flying lesson!"

Madam Hooch's appearance hinted at her connection to magical creatures. Her golden, hawk-like eyes had sharp, piercing pupils, resembling those of a bird of prey.

She continued, "What are you waiting for? Stand to the left of your broomsticks—quickly now! Hold your right hand over the broom and say, Up!"

Alex stood beside Hermione, but unlike the other students, he didn't follow Madam Hooch's instructions. Instead, he casually beckoned with his finger, and his broomstick immediately rose into the air. It hovered around him, spiraling playfully before landing gently in his hand.

Even then, the broom didn't remain still. Like a contented cat, it nuzzled against Alex's hand as though it had a mind of its own, displaying a remarkable attachment to its "owner."

Madam Hooch, noticing this peculiar scene, strode swiftly toward Alex with an expression of astonishment.

"What's your name, young wizard?" she asked, her sharp, golden eyes fixed on him.

"Alex," he replied.

Madam Rolanda Hooch raised an eyebrow and asked, "Mr. Alex, could you explain why your broomstick behaves this way?"

Alex calmly explained, "It's due to Occlumency. I extracted a portion of human instinct and stored it within the broomstick using a memory encapsulation technique. This gives the broomstick a semblance of intelligence for a short time.

This magic is also known as the Enchantment Spell. As the name suggests, it's a spell that grants basic intelligence to any object."

Madam Hooch's eyes widened in disbelief. Stammering, she said, "Mr. Alex, could you repeat that?"

Slightly exasperated, Alex repeated his explanation.

Once she fully understood, Madam Hooch exclaimed, "Merlin's beard, this is no less revolutionary than advanced Transfiguration! Did you invent the Enchantment Spell yourself?"

"Yes," Alex replied nonchalantly. "During the summer, I created a few new spells. The Enchantment Spell happens to be one of the better ones."

"F-few?!" Madam Hooch could hardly believe her ears. Since when had inventing spells become so casual?

Noticing that the surrounding students were surprised but not as shocked as she was, Madam Hooch furrowed her brow and explained the significance of Alex's invention. But the students replied in unison:

"Of course, Professor Hooch, we understand how groundbreaking this is. But we're used to it by now.

Before flying class, Alex demonstrated a self-invented potion in Potions class. At lunch, he showed us a new Transfiguration spell that could turn wizards into mythical magical creatures. Compared to those, the Enchantment Spell is impressive, but it's nothing new for Alex."

Madam Hooch was stunned. Unable to continue the lesson, she hopped on her broomstick and flew straight to the headmaster's office. Before leaving, she called out:

"I must inform Headmaster Dumbledore about this immediately. You're free to practice, but remember not to fly too high!"

"Understood, Professor Hooch!" the students responded cheerfully.

With Madam Hooch gone, the students surrounded Alex, bombarding him with questions about how to learn his spells.

Alex didn't mind sharing his knowledge. With his current abilities, he could always create more powerful spells. Besides, the effectiveness of any spell ultimately depended on the wizard's innate power.

For instance, Grindelwald's Fiendfyre could annihilate a city, while a first-year wizard's Fiendfyre might only produce a flicker of flame. Similarly, in Alex's eyes, spell power was directly tied to a wizard's strength.

Patiently, he broke down the principles of the Enchantment Spell, step by step, for the students. However, their limited knowledge and magical aptitude made it impossible for them to grasp the spell, no matter how thoroughly Alex explained.

By the end of the flying lesson, none of the students had managed to replicate the spell. What they initially thought was an extraordinary invention now felt completely out of reach.

They finally realized just how groundbreaking Alex's spell was. His ability to create the Enchantment Spell from scratch while they couldn't even comprehend it—even with his guidance—left them in awe.

From that moment on, every student who attended the flying lesson developed unwavering admiration for Alex, akin to the devotion of Death Eaters to Voldemort.

As the lesson ended and Alex prepared to return to his dormitory, he suddenly noticed an elderly man with silvery-white hair standing before him...

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