Chapter 214: Why Is He So Outstanding?

Chapter 214: Why Is He So Outstanding?

Everyone didn't really doubt George's explanation. In their eyes, Dark Wizards were already a bunch of brain-dead lunatics, so doing crazy things was perfectly understandable.

Only Hermione looked at George thoughtfully, because she had personally witnessed his magical strength in Paris.

"George, I heard you received the Medal of Bravery from the French Ministry of Magic?"

On the way out of Knockturn Alley, Ginny asked with bright eyes.

The others also gathered around with interest. They had read about it in the Daily Prophet, and Hermione had mentioned a bit about it earlier that morning.

They were eager to hear how George defeated that internationally wanted and well-known Dark Wizard.

"Just luck, really. It was mainly the Aurors over there. I only played a very minor role."

George humbly waved his hand.

"I heard from Hermione that you single-handedly took down several Dark Wizards and even saved her."

Clearly, no one believed George only helped a little. They started pressing him for details.

George had no choice but to briefly explain the battle—what spells he used and when, how to dodge during combat, how to counterattack, and so on.

Harry and the others listened in a daze.

To them, magical duels were still just back-and-forth spell casting. They lacked much real combat experience.

Chatting as they walked, they soon left the dark Knockturn Alley and returned to the bustling Diagon Alley.

"Let's buy books first!"

Books were something everyone needed, unlike cauldrons and such, which didn't need replacing if not broken after the first year.

Arriving at Flourish and Blotts, they were surprised to see several bookshelves gone and a large iron cage in their place. Inside the cage were over a hundred strange magical books.

These books seemed alive, fighting and tearing at each other inside the cage, which looked rather amusing.

"It's the textbook for Care of Magical Creatures—The Monster Book of Monsters!"

Ron checked the book list and said.

Care of Magical Creatures was a third-year course, so George didn't need to buy the book this year since he was in second year. However, he had always been interested in magical creatures, so he planned to buy a copy to read anyway.

For him now, learning about magical creatures wasn't for money anymore. It was more about understanding the innate magic that these creatures possessed.

The principles of magic are all interconnected. Many magical inventions in the wizarding world owe their origins to magical creatures. Many new spells were inspired by studying the magic of these creatures.

So, researching magical creatures more deeply was very beneficial for learning and innovating magic.

For example, if he could learn the spell that allowed the Zou Wu to ignore spatial locks, he wouldn't have to worry about being trapped by other space-type wizards and unable to Apparate.

"What? You want four copies of The Monster Book of Monsters?"

The clerk's face immediately fell when he heard them, as if he were about to shatter into pieces.

"I'm never stocking those again, never! It's an utter disaster!

Last time, we ordered two hundred copies of The Invisible Book of Invisibility, spent a fortune, and couldn't find a single one afterward.

I thought nothing could be worse than that!

If it happens again, I'm done stocking these books."

Muttering his complaints, he pulled on thick gloves, then picked up a heavily bite-marked stick and headed toward the cage with clenched teeth.

"Ah—oh, damn it, I should've just blasted you all with a Dark Wizard's Fiendfyre Curse!"

The poor clerk had only just stuck the stick into the cage when a monster book bit it and dragged it away. His gloved hand was also caught by several other monster books, and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried.

"I'll handle it myself."

Seeing this, George shook his head and walked to the cage.

Who knew what those wizards designing these books were thinking? Did they not worry that these monster books might accidentally injure young wizards?

But thinking more about it, he found it somewhat understandable. After all, young wizards were known for being tough—losing an arm or a leg wasn't even permanent, so getting bitten by a monster book didn't seem like a big deal.

"Careful, these books are vicious!"

The clerk's glove was completely shredded, and he fell back on the floor.

When he saw George reach into the cage, he quickly warned him—but before he could even finish his sentence, George had already grabbed a monster book in a lightning-fast motion, tied it up securely with a rope.

Then came the second, third, and fourth.

The whole process was so smooth it looked like the monster books weren't even resisting.

The clerk and Harry's group were dumbfounded.

It was actually normal—given George's physical strength now, there was no way those monster books could bite him. And once he grabbed them, they were completely helpless against his immense strength.

"George, do me a favor. I'll give you all 20% off on your books today!"

Seeing that George and the others were about to leave after buying their books, the clerk grabbed his arm with a pleading look in his eyes.

He didn't want to be bitten by the monster books again. Though it wasn't serious, it really hurt.

He still remembered how yesterday, while picking up a book, he slipped up and got bitten down there—the pain almost sent him to his grave.

"We're old friends—of course I'll help."

George didn't refuse the clerk's request. For him, it was just a minor effort.

He went back to the cage, and this time, to be more efficient, he didn't reach in but simply opened the cage and stepped inside.

Sensing someone entering the cage, all the monster books surged toward him.

At that moment, George's hands became a blur of afterimages, like he had transformed into the Thousand-Handed Guanyin. He quickly subdued each monster book and tied them up, stacking them in a pile.

In just thirty seconds, all over a hundred monster books were completely tamed.

"Why is he always so outstanding?"

Ron couldn't help but marvel.

In his eyes, George had no flaws—he excelled in every possible way.

"I wish I were that talented."

A trace of envy appeared in Harry's eyes.

Even though he was the famous Boy Who Lived, Harry felt that apart from being good at Quidditch, he was pretty average in everything else.

"Because he works really hard. If you two spent even a tenth of your play time on studying, you wouldn't still be copying my summer homework."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

Those two just played around all day, and they didn't even spend a tenth of the time George did on learning.

When she was in Paris, she often visited George and knew that even during summer break, even in Paris, George never slacked off in his studies.

Almost all 24 hours a day, except for eating, sleeping, and using the bathroom, he was studying and practicing magic.

This impressed her from the bottom of her heart.

People with talent aren't scary. What's scary is someone who has talent and works far harder than you.

Because you'll never catch up to him.

(End of chapter)