"Don't you know what a Silencer is? Why are you still going on about how impressive that is?" Hermione's mouth twitched, black lines covering her forehead.
"A magic power burst that blows up a whole block—isn't that impressive?" Harry Potter blinked and asked back.
"Hahaha, that really is impressive!" George laughed heartily and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "At least it's way better than little Ron wetting the bed at age five!"
"Damn it, don't copy Mom's tone!" Ron's whole face turned dark, and he said furiously: "And that wasn't wetting the bed! I just drank too much water and didn't make it to the bathroom in time!"
"If I may be blunt, Ron." Harry sighed and said: "That actually is called wetting the bed."
"Oh, Harry!" Ron glared at him hard for a long time and said loudly: "Aren't we best friends? Why stab me in the back?"
"No, no. I think wetting the bed at five is no big deal." Harry waved his hand and explained: "Kids that age rarely can control it."
"So you're saying you wet the bed at five too?" Ron's expression softened a bit, and he asked glumly.
"I, uh... I didn't." Harry pushed up his glasses and turned his head away. "But my cousin Dudley wet the bed. He was still doing it at eight."
"Bullshit, so you're saying I'm in the same league as your fat pig cousin?" Ron got even madder, his cheeks bright red.
"Hahaha, little Ron is embarrassed." Fred reached out and pinched his cheek, chuckling: "Actually, it's not shameful at all. At least it's a bit better than when you hit yourself in the forehead with a dungbomb at six—trust me!"
"Enough, shut up!" Ron was furious and reached out to cover his mouth. "That was ages ago—don't bring it up again!"
"Oh my god, Ron!" Hermione looked shocked. "You hit yourself in the forehead with a dungbomb? No wonder you're so dumb now."
"That's none of your business—I don't want to talk to you!" Ron yelled at her.
The guy now felt this new school year was a total disaster—not only did he crash, but now this embarrassing old story was out. Even if he didn't get expelled, he had no face left to show anyone.
"Ahem, let's get back to the point." Seeing his friend lose his temper, Harry quickly smoothed things over: "What exactly is a Silencer?"
"Young wizards living among people usually hold back their magic to avoid standing out." George pulled a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean from his pocket, popped it in his mouth, and said slowly: "But without proper guidance and control, that leads to... uh, damn! This bean tastes like booger!"
Harry Potter covered his face and said helplessly: "You were saying it so well, then you drop that!"
"Fine, I'll continue." Fred picked up the story: "Unchecked magic power creates a parasitic dark magic creature—that's the Silencing parasite. And the person it infects is a Silencer."
"So this boy became a Silencer because he desperately held back his magic?" Harry suddenly understood. "And it happened when he was five?"
"Yes, a Silencing parasite bursting out at five could blow up a whole street." Hermione spoke in an amazed tone: "You can imagine how huge the magic power he suppressed was. But the key isn't that. It's that he perfectly controlled the Silencing parasite inside him—and turned it into his own magic power!"
"Yes, that's the truly shocking part!" George nodded in agreement. "Normally, Silencers don't live past ten!"
"So Professor Dumbledore must have saved him, right?" Harry guessed naturally.
In his view, Dumbledore could do anything. Even curing a Silencer should be easy for him.
Fred shook his head. "Professor Dumbledore is amazing, but the point is... he mastered the Silencing parasite mostly because of his own abilities."
"A Silencer is different from others—it's a power even Dumbledore couldn't handle directly." As he spoke, George looked toward Professor Gerald on the staff table. "He could only help a little, so the key was the Silencer himself. He admitted that himself in the Daily Prophet—no need to doubt it."
"Tsk tsk, a five-year-old suppressing a Silencing parasite on his own." Fred smacked his lips. "That's why we think he's a real monster."
"After suppressing the Silencing parasite, Zickrein started showing his unmatched magic talent." Hermione listed it off like she knew it by heart: "He learned silent casting at seven, his transfiguration at eight impressed even Professor McGonagall, and at nine he aced every Hogwarts graduation exam with perfect scores."
"Is, is this even human?" Harry Potter was stunned and muttered to himself.
He was twelve now, and his Charms grades were okay but not perfect. The other classes were even worse.
But this Zickrein finished all of Hogwarts' six-year courses by nine. Perfect scores on the graduation exams—could a person really do that?
"And that's not all. At ten, the Ministry's Magical Law Enforcement picked him straight into the Aurors." Ron forgot his anger and joined the discussion. "In just two years, he solved nearly a hundred old major cases, including the Johnstown residents' disappearance. For that, he got the Order of Merlin, Second Class."
"I think that alone deserved First Class." George shook his head helplessly. "Maybe those officials thought he was young and easy to push around, so they gave him Second."
"But later, for inventing simple alchemy uses, streamlined Potions learning, and spell amplification sequences, he finally got the First Class medal." After a pause, Hermione added.
"And just last year, he was promoted early to Deputy Head of the Auror Office." Fred nodded. "Some say he could become the next Minister for Magic at fifteen, but instead... he came to Hogwarts to teach?"
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