People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 251 Misunderstandings Intensify
Illumination spell?
All the audience began to doubt whether they had heard it wrongly.

To use arithmetic as an analogy, the Illumination Spell in the study of magic is nothing more than addition and subtraction within ten.

Even though they already knew that the spell was a deadly poison to the magic fairy apprentices in this world, they subconsciously could not connect this with the lighting spell.

However, the little fairies did not have such preconceived ideas. They had been told by their parents about the dangers of spell names since they were young. Even the little fairies from the ordinary world had been educated about the relevant concerns, so they all had solemn faces and everyone sat upright unconsciously, even Ron.

[Luminescent Flash]X n
A sea of ​​light enveloped everyone.

Everyone seemed to be glowing, and was illuminated to be almost transparent, but the light was not dazzling. It was just like the glow of fireflies in the fields on a summer night, which was gradually gathered together.

Harry found this quite amazing.

In today's class, whether he was becoming one with nature in the Merlin Circle or summoning elves to interact with the little devils, he only felt a sense of satisfaction as his head swelled and magic power filled his whole body.

The History of Magic only made him understand elves better and how to use the Book of Magic.

He had only learned some complicated theoretical knowledge in the Gewu class, and the actual practice only made him wonder if the spell was just nonsense.

Only now did he feel the reality of using magic.

But this was different from the feeling of casting spells in the past. As he chanted the spell, it seemed as if a gaze was cast upon him from nowhere, and most of his magic power was drained away.

Then light appeared out of nowhere.

It wasn't that the warmth in the fingertips shone as the wand tip, but that it came directly from the body.

Moreover, the light is so strong, it is not an illumination spell, but a scorching sun spell.

But the most amazing thing was that after casting the spell, the light gradually disappeared from his body surface, and something warm seemed to seep into his body as the light disappeared, and began to flow in his blood and jump along his nerves.

I stretched out my fingertips tentatively, a thought flashed through my mind, and light began to condense, like bright moonlight wrapped in snowflakes falling on my fingertips.

Without chanting any spells or the assistance of any magic weapon, the power of the lighting spell emerged with thoughts.

However, Harry's 'feat' did not cause a sensation.

It's not even noticeable in the classroom because almost everyone does it.

"This is the contract with the spell. Simple and quick." Professor Flitwick said, "but relatively speaking, it is also more brutal and direct."

"The spell spirit will assume that the fairy who pronounces its name wants to sign a contract with it, and will directly collect the price without considering whether the contractor can afford it."

"You should have all felt that a large portion of your magic power was directly taken away."

"If it is a magic fairy apprentice who has not yet taken the magic fairy weapon, elf awakening, herbal medicine and magical creature care classes, it is very likely that he will die."

“So, how can we avoid this risk?”

“There are two ways.”

"First, hold the magic fairy weapon tightly."

"When the amount of magic being taken threatens your lifeline, it will suppress your connection with the spell spirit."

"Second, find a 'guarantor'."

"The spirit of the spell does not recognize small loans and prefers large lump sum repayments."

"But if you find a 'guarantor' with weight, he will be willing to take it slow with you, first lend you a small sum, and repay it slowly in multiple installments."

"What is a 'guarantor'? How do we find him to guarantee us?" Terry Boot from Ravenclaw asked curiously.

"How many parts does a complete spell usually consist of?" Professor Flitwick kept the secret.

Terry Boot replied, "There are three parts. The first part is Balala or Gunala, the dark god. The second part is the name of the creator of the spell, the Word Curse Fairy. The third part is the effect of the spell."

"Because there are so many spells with the same effect, only by distinguishing the first and second parts can we accurately connect them to the corresponding spells."

"Yes," Professor Flitwick nodded with a smile, "This is actually a form of guarantee."

"And 'Guarantor' is the name of the creator of the corresponding spell."

"Before the complete spell, add the name of its creator."

"For example, [Lumos] is [Knox Lumos]."

Hermione raised her doubts in a shrill voice, "Is there a more intuitive way for us to measure the magic power in our bodies? Before we cast a contract spell, we can look through the books to see if our magic power is up to standard."

Professor Flitwick applauded, "Excellent thought."

"However, there are so many spells, and new ones are being created all the time."

"And the amount of magic they need is not just about quantity, they also consider the 'flavor' of the little fairy itself."

"And this 'taste' is related to the potential and mysterious compatibility of the little fairy herself."

“These are things that can’t be quantified.”

"I want to remind you here that even if you already have the magic fairy weapon."

"But before it awakens, when facing some very powerful spells, holding it tightly to cut off the connection and prevent the loss of magic power is likely to fail."

"That's bad," Hufflepuff Ernie worried, "I've always had the habit of writing down what I read as I watch, which helps me remember better."

"What if I accidentally recite the name of the spell?"

Ernie's words were like a spark falling into a pile of firewood, setting off a chain reaction.

Everyone started talking about it.

Pansy, who liked to get up early and recite poetry to cultivate her own temperament, darkly speculated whether someone would insert the name of a spell into her collection of poems in order to assassinate her.

First-year Harry looked at Fleur and puffed out his chest to show that he was extremely talented and well-read, and that he often learned some philosophical words without any guidance. What if these words happened to coincide with the name of a spell?
Professor Flitwick deliberately waited for them to discuss for a while before stopping them.

"You don't have to worry too much about this."

"After the Dark Arts class tomorrow, ordinary spells will not threaten your lives. At most, you will be unconscious and weak."

"And only if you know that is the name of the spell and you pronounce it, will you react to the spell."

“If you don’t know anything, nothing will happen.”

"But the content of your discussion is very interesting. So," Professor Flitwick raised his lip, "Write a 600-word article on the issues you are concerned about, combining the content of this class with the "Book of Spells: Elementary" that will be unlocked after class, and send it to my email before Wednesday afternoon this week."

"Okay, get out of class is over."

"It's suspicious indeed." "It seems we found the right person."

"What is he doing in the Hufflepuff common room?"

The ones who spoke were Harry, Fleur, and Krum.

As soon as the get out of class was over, they were far behind Cedric, or Edward Cullen in their eyes.

Noticing that he didn't go back to the Slytherin common room, he walked towards the Hufflepuff common room.

"Maybe the magic fairy stone is hidden in the Hufflepuff common room?" Krum guessed.

Fleur was about to deny it when Harry said, "It's not impossible."

He looked around and lowered his voice, "You know what happened in my second year, at Hogwarts."

"What happened?" Krum stepped forward.

As he asked, he asked one of the Prewett brothers to control the body while the other controlled the Golden Snitch to fly away through the blind spot and secretly get the information.

(Ron, "You're such a filthy bastard - er, bravo! Krum!")
Harry said, "In the second year, Lucius Malfoy managed to get a Dark Art object into the school."

(Draco Malfoy, who has been gloomy and hiding in the dormitory, "You are slandering, Pott!")
Fleur raised an eyebrow, "The Death Eater with the whitest legs in the World Cup?"

(Inside Malfoy Manor, Narcissa Malfoy, who was lucky enough not to be imprisoned, felt a blackout before her eyes.)
(In Azkaban, Lucius Malfoy's face turned red, and he recalled the miserable experience after the World Cup when he was hung upside down with his long legs exposed in his underwear.)
(Snape thought of his most painful memory of being hung upside down by James Potter, with his black underwear exposed in front of Lily and everyone else.)
(He began to find Harry's face hateful again.)
Harry suppressed a laugh, "The whitest legs? I didn't pay much attention to it, but it was him."

"That item was given to him by Voldemort. It contains the memories of the young Voldemort."

"It took control of the thousand-year-old basilisk hiding in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, petrified Filch's cat, several students, and even a ghost."

(Colin raises his hand, "I'm one of them! I'm here to bring Harry grapes!")
(Voldemort, who was lamenting the tragic experience of his diary Horcrux in the Slytherin Chamber, realized something was wrong, "Little Barty, we have to move immediately, this place will be exposed soon.")
"Wait," Krum said in a weird tone with a distorted face, "A thousand-year-old basilisk, and several students were petrified? I remember Hogwarts was known as the safest place in the world, wasn't it?"

Harry coughed. "It can't be helped. Lucius Malfoy is the school director, and Voldemort is a descendant of Slytherin. This is sabotage by one of our own people."

“It’s like the story of the Trojan Horse.”

"But Lucius Malfoy is no longer the headmaster and has been in prison. The diary containing Voldemort's memories has also been destroyed."

"Finally, with the help of Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, I was able to pull out the sword of Gryffindor, kill the basilisk, and destroy the diary."

"To have Dumbledore return and rescue Ginny, my current girlfriend."

"How romantic." Furong's eyes seemed to be shining, "If someone saved me like this, I would also be his girlfriend."

Harry blushed.

(Ginny's face has a mixture of resentment and sweetness.)
"Harry, I always thought that your title as the savior was just a facade. But now the first grade is defending the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort, and the second grade is defeating Voldemort's memory and the Millennium Basilisk," Krum was very impressed. "In the third year, what did you do last year?"

(Sirius laughs, "He saved Buckbeak and me last year!")
(Ron stood on the bench and shouted to the people around him, "I'm involved too!")
(Hermione smiled and leaned on Basil's shoulder, lost in her memories.)
Harry rubbed the back of his head shyly. "It's no big deal. I just happened to have a reason to do it. I think anyone else would do the same thing."

He did not answer Krum's question directly.

Although with Dumbledore's entry into the Ministry of Magic, Sirius has been cleared of the charges.

But he didn't want to say it, as it made him feel like he was bragging.

"Okay, I haven't gotten to the point yet!"

"Do you know where Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is?"

"Where is it?" Furong asked quickly.

She mistakenly believed that the magic fairy stone was Slytherin's relic, and she was very eager to know the location of the secret chamber.

Seeing how excited Fleur was, Harry didn't keep her in suspense any longer. "The girls' bathroom on the third floor."

"What?" Furong's eyes almost popped out.

"What kind of pervert is Salazar Slytherin?" Krum couldn't help but say.

"The point is not whether it's perverted or not. What I mean is that Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is in the girls' bathroom, so how could the Fairy Stone not be hidden in the Hufflepuff Common Room?" Harry said, "Besides, the Hufflepuff Common Room in our world is said to have never been entered by students from other houses."

Although he really wanted to say that Slytherin was a pervert, as a student of Hogwarts, it was still a bit inappropriate to speak ill of one of the founders in front of students from other schools.

What's more, he has other purposes.

Krum rolled his eyes. "Instead of guessing that the Fairy Stone is in the Hufflepuff common room, I think you should go to the girls' bathroom on the third floor and see if there is Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets in there."

"Even if we don't have the Magic Fairy Stone, it would be good for us to have Slytherin's collection of books."

"That's fine. But it's not convenient for me since you have two bodies." Harry nodded.

He originally wanted to mislead Krum and Fleur, making them waste time looking for the location of the Magic Fairy Color Stone in places they shouldn't be looking.

There was no difference between the girls' bathroom and the Hufflepuff common room to him.

He learned the whole story from the Weasley twins and knew that the magic fairy colored stone was in the fog.

The reason why he didn't go to check the girls' bathroom in person was not only because he knew he was being broadcast live and didn't want to appear perverted, but also because he thought that Slytherin himself was still alive and would not do such a shameful thing.

"Okay." Krum was distracted for a moment and nodded to agree to this shameful thing.

The next second, oh no, oh no, I forgot I was still live streaming!
But he had no time to be shy or embarrassed.

His attention was now focused on something else.

The reason why he lost his mind was the conversation between two people in the corner.

A conversation between Edward Cullen and this world's Cedric.

"…Why did you bother me and choose to meet here, Edward Cullen, or the genius Red Magic Fairy." Cedric was not annoyed.

"I'm doing this for your own good." Karen's voice was gentle.

"After all, you don't want to..." His voice was so low that the rest of his words could not be heard clearly.

Cedric quickly replied, "Okay, okay, I promise! I've already promised you, okay?"

"A clear choice, Diggory," Karen said, "See you tomorrow then, I'll contact you."

"I know." Cedric lowered his head.

(End of this chapter)