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Someone will help us publicize the battle between the two of us. This way, we won't need to worry about recruiting club members," Robert said, setting down his feather pen with a satisfied smile.
Tom nodded in agreement. Even Dumbledore had praised his exhibition match with Levitra as the most exciting duel between students in Hogwarts' history. In other words, they were on the verge of fame.
It was foreseeable that once people learned about their plans to establish a student mutual aid society, many would be eager to join.
Robert glanced at Alphard, who had just mastered the levitation spell, then stood up and stretched. "Tom, I'll leave the rest to you."
Tom's face twitched. "What? You're going to be a hands-off boss now?"
Robert chuckled, "Not at all, Tom. I trust your talent. Besides, I have some things to take care of tonight. You know how it is."
Tom's expression changed as he remembered Robert's plans. "Are you really going alone?" he asked, his tone tinged with concern.
"Yes."
"How about I go with you?"
Robert's smile softened. "I appreciate it, Tom. But it's best not to take unnecessary risks until your abilities are up to standard." He patted Tom's shoulder before leaving the Room of Requirement.
After Robert left, Tom felt a wave of frustration. He knew the reason Robert hadn't taken him along—his strength was still insufficient. In fact, he might even be a burden in a dangerous situation. The goblins in question couldn't use wands, but they were in a fortified camp, heavily outnumbered.
"Burden... How shameful," Tom muttered, his fists clenched. It wasn't just about not being able to help Robert; it was about being seen as a liability.
Robert headed straight to his dormitory, confident in his ability to destroy the goblin camp that night. However, he knew that confidence alone wasn't enough. Since his nightmare magic was linked to his mental state, staying alert was crucial. A good rest was necessary, and he wasn't willing to use stimulant potions, which were costly and had side effects.
Before resting, Robert reinforced the Transfiguration spell on Nagini, his snake companion curled up on his bedside. Just as he was about to lie down, a note slid under the dormitory door. With a wave of his hand, the note floated over to him.
"Saturday night, dorm. Charlie Prince, Annie Rozier. Watch out!"
It was unsigned, but Robert knew it was from Andre. Although Andre had chosen to follow him, Robert instructed him to continue blending in with the purebloods who held grudges against him, acting as his spy.
From the message, Robert gathered that some students were planning to attack Charlie and Annie in their dorms on Saturday night. It was no surprise—they were too intimidated to target Robert directly, so they went after those close to him instead.
"It seems just scaring them isn't enough. They need to learn a painful lesson," Robert murmured as the note in his hand burst into flame, turning to ashes.
Night fell, and Robert awoke with a start. Thanks to his nightmare magic, he could fall into a deep sleep and wake up instantly, fully rested. He glanced around the dormitory. Alphard and Henry were fast asleep, exhausted from the day's spell practice. Tom, however, was pretending to sleep—his breathing was uneven.
Robert smirked but didn't expose him. He understood Tom's frustration. Without another word, he extended his hand. Nagini slithered onto his wrist, flicking her tongue. In the next moment, Robert vanished, his ancient magic-enhanced Disillusionment Charm rendering him completely invisible. The dormitory door opened and closed without a sound, and only then did Tom turn to see the empty bed, his eyes flickering with resolve.
Under the cloak of night, Robert moved like a ghost through Hogwarts Castle. The Disillusionment Charm concealed him perfectly, and he effortlessly avoided the patrolling professors. His destination was the fourth floor. Soon, he stood before a tall mirror.
Invisible to his own reflection, Robert examined the mirror carefully, noticing faint magical traces along the edges—evidence of a concealed doorway. Following the magical paths, he tapped the mirror with his wand. The mirror swung open like a door, revealing a secret passage.
A smile crept across his face. This was the passage to Hogsmeade Village mentioned in the original book. After closing the mirror behind him, Robert navigated the pitch-black tunnel using his Eagle Eye magic. The passage was long, and when he finally emerged, he found himself beneath a bridge at Hogsmeade's entrance.
Since he was outside Hogwarts' anti-Apparition wards, Robert glanced around to make sure no one was watching. In an instant, he Disapparated.
In the Forbidden Forest, Robert canceled his Disillusionment Charm and pulled his black cloak tighter. The route to the goblin camp was etched in his memory, and he moved swiftly through the woods, soon spotting a fire in the distance.
The camp was simple, surrounded by makeshift fences with a large tent at its center. It was a travel tent enchanted with an Extension Charm, undoubtedly more spacious inside than it appeared.
Robert's grip tightened around his broken wand as he approached. White mist of nightmare magic flowed from the wand's tip, spreading towards the patrolling goblins. One by one, they collapsed silently, their faces twisted in terror as they died in their dreams.
"Ding! The host has killed an evil goblin, preventing future harm to innocents. Awarding 100 merit points!"
Annoyed by the system's chimes, Robert used Occlumency to block the notifications, focusing on his mission.
Slipping into the tent, Robert found himself in an expansive, multi-story space. Two goblins sat at the entrance, chatting idly, unaware of the massacre outside.
Their conversation confirmed that the goblins hadn't discovered the bodies of the scouts he killed the night before. Robert's eyes glinted. All the goblins were gathered here, and they were clueless about the danger lurking within their camp.
"Nagini... show me where they are," Robert whispered. Nagini's presence granted him a map-like vision, revealing every goblin's location.
Guided by this insight, Robert moved through the tent like a shadow, his nightmare magic ending each goblin's life swiftly and silently. No mercy was shown; these goblins were evildoers, and he executed them without hesitation.
Finally, he reached the largest room on the third floor, the goblin captain's quarters. As he approached, an alarm rang out. The door exploded, and the captain stormed out, wand drawn. But before he could cast a spell, his chest was pierced by an invisible curse. He collapsed, blood pooling beneath him.
Robert stepped over the dying captain, his face emotionless. "Oh? Still alive? Such vitality... yet so weak." With that, the light faded from the goblin's eyes, and silence fell over the camp.
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