NOVEL WEB Chapter 118: Him Frozen
The Next Evening — Gryffindor Boys' Dormitory
Cael sat on his bed, his eyes fixed on the Marauder's Map spread across the blanket. Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were sitting with him, all wearing identical looks of disapproval.
"What do you mean we shouldn't come with you? Are you mental?" Fred demanded, arms crossed.
"Yeah, mate, we agreed last night—we're in this together," George chimed in, shaking his head.
Lee Jordan nodded firmly. "We've got your back, Cael. You're not doing this alone."
Cael sighed, meeting their determined expressions with quiet resolve. "Look… I've thought about it. This isn't a prank. It's serious. What I'm about to do could get me expelled—worse, really—if I'm caught."
Fred opened his mouth to protest, but Cael cut him off. "You lot have families. Parents, siblings. You've got people who'd get dragged into the mess if this goes wrong. Me? I've got… you guys."
He paused, his expression softening for a moment. "Me? I don't have anyone but you guys. You're all I've got. And I'm not going to let anything happen to you because of me."
The three of them tried to protest, but Cael's determination was obvious. Eventually, they had no choice but to agree.
"Alright… so what's the password to the Slytherin lounge?" Cael asked.
George sighed. "It's 'Glory.'"
"Right." Cael stood up. "Then I'll be going. See you guys later."
"Don't get yourself caught," Fred warned.
"Yeah, if Snape catches you, he'll skin you alive," Lee added with a half-hearted smirk.
The cold, damp walls of the dungeons were eerily quiet as Cael approached the hidden entrance. Whispering the password—"Glory"—the stone wall slid open, revealing the green-lit Slytherin common room. Empty, as expected at this hour.
Staying invisible, Cael crept toward the sixth-year boys' dormitory, careful to avoid making a sound. But halfway there, he froze—a faint noise echoed from behind.
There was a sound—light footsteps. He looked back in time to see someone passing nearby—a Prefect badge gleaming on their chest. Cael
He turned, barely catching the glint of a prefect badge before he felt a wand press against the back of his neck.
"Reveal yourself," came a cool, authoritative voice. It was Gemma Farley, Slytherin Prefect.
Cael cursed silently. He hadn't even heard her approach.
With no time to waste, he reacted. "Somnus!"
The sleep spell hit her squarely, and before she could slump to the floor, he cast "Stupefy!" for good measure. She collapsed, unconscious, without a sound.
"Sleep tight, stupid snake," he muttered, dragging her body behind a nearby statue, hidden from view.
Without wasting more time, he continued towards the sixth-year boys' dormitory where Fischer Frey slept. Stopping outside the door, he listened carefully. All he could hear was the sound of snoring.
The door creaked slightly as Cael slipped in, casting a quick Silencio to prevent noise from escaping the room.
Two beds. Fischer Frey and his brother Colby, both asleep. Bruises still visible from the previous night.
Cael's eyes narrowed. He leveled his wand.
"Stupefy."
The spell hit Fischer cleanly, ensuring he wouldn't wake up . But Colby stirred, eyes blinking open, fear evident.
"Who—what are you—? What did you do to my brother "
Before Colby could react, Cael altered his voice with a charm, making it low and unrecognizable. "Relax, I've no business with you."
Colby's trembling hand reached for a broken wand—useless.
"You might want to scream," Cael whispered darkly. "But no one's going to hear."
With a flick of his wand: "Somnus."
Colby slumped, unconscious, onto the bed.
"Now, for the main event," Cael muttered darkly.
He approached Fischer's unconscious body, pulling down his pants. Staring down at him with disgust, Cael shook his head.
"Tsk, tsk… You really are unlucky, mate," he whispered. "No looks, and your little Frey's nothing to brag about either. Doesn't help your case much, but don't worry… I'll save you from the future pain of being NTRd, since I am certain your future wife won't be satisfied with this abomination ."
Raising his wand, Cael began to chant, "Glacius Maxima." The powerful freezing spell crackled with cold energy, far stronger than a standard freeze charm.
He cast the spell directly onto Fischer's Balls(Testicles ), Frost crackled instantly, spreading like veins of glass across skin. freezing everything solid. He repeated the spell twice, ensuring the freezing was deep and irreversible—damage that wouldn't kill, but would permanently maim.
Smirking, Cael gently pulled Fischer's pants back up, careful not to disturb the frozen area.
"There you go, Fischer," Cael whispered. "Consider this your punishment. You'll never have a wife… never get your little Frey up again. Your future descendants? All frozen in time. By tomorrow, there'll be nothing left."
As Cael slipped out of the dormitory, the familiar voice of the System echoed in his mind, dripping with dry amusement:
"Host, don't you think you went a bit overboard? Freezing a man's… well, equipment? That's not exactly the most honorable tactic."
Cael's expression darkened, his voice cold and without regret.
"I'm not here for honor." His eyes glinted with quiet fury beneath the invisibility charm. "Men like him don't deserve that courtesy. And let's be honest—maybe I just saved a few future victims from ever crossing his path."
The System hummed thoughtfully, then went quiet.
Cael kept walking, his steps steady, heart calm.
His work done, Cael turned away from the bed. He checked the hallway, confirming it was clear. Recasting the Disillusionment Charm over himself, he quietly slipped out of the dormitory.
The Slytherin common room was still empty as he made his way back outside, heading straight for the Gryffindor tower.
No one would know what had happened—
Not yet.
But by tomorrow morning… chaos will be coming.