The years of welding at Hogwarts

Hermione didn't even take out her wand.

Since she had figured out some techniques for wandless casting, she also followed Noah's example and abandoned her wand.

She simply held up her finger, not following the gestures that Professor Flitwick had taught her.

She gently placed her finger on the feather in front of her, and raised her finger slightly. The feather in front of her rose into the sky in the direction of her finger.

"well done!"

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands in surprise. "Miss Granger's wandless spellcasting skills are truly ingenious. Ten points to Ravenclaw!"

Perhaps because Hermione was a student of his own college, his voice almost broke when he said "10 points".

Shirley pouted and stared at the feathers in the sky that floated up and down as Hermione's fingers moved.

So angry!

Why is she

I can’t learn it!

Shirley, looking angry, pulled out her magic wand and casually drew an arc in front of her. The feathers in front of her instantly rose into the air in the direction of her magic wand.

"Wonderful silent spellcasting!"

However, this time, Professor Flitwick's tone was not as enthusiastic as when he gave Hermione extra points before.

But his tone also sounded happy, "Five points for Ravenclaw!"

Perhaps because of the extensive practice in magical attack and defense, Professor Flitwick was pleasantly surprised to find that half of the students in this group of young wizards were able to levitate the feathers he had distributed in less than five attempts.

Within a few minutes, only a few students were left in the classroom, and the feather in front of them was still lying limply on the table, motionless.

Looking at the motionless feather in front of him, Neville scratched his head anxiously.

He waved his wand again and again and recited the spell he had memorized with great difficulty over and over again, but his feathers refused to move at all.

This thing is much more difficult than using magic to shape a sword or shield.

Chapter 78 Black Hand!

"Hermione..."

As a last resort, Neville had no choice but to seek help from the top student closest to him.

Having mastered such advanced skills as silent and wandless spellcasting, the most basic spellcasting method certainly would not be difficult for Hermione, even if she was asked to guide other people.

"The correct way to pronounce the spell is, [Yuga - Dimleviosa]."

"You should pronounce the [加] long and clear, Neville."

Neville waved his wand again according to Hermione's instructions and lengthened the pronunciation of the spell, but the result was still failure.

"You're swinging your stick wrong." Hermione knew what the problem was at a glance.

"Swing the staff firmly and decisively, and the amplitude of the shake should be greater than when you just cast the spell."

Hermione took out her wand and gave Neville a demonstration.

Following Hermione's example, Neville took a deep breath and finally succeeded in making the feather in front of him float on the second try.

"I succeeded!"

But he was only happy for less than two seconds before the feathers in front of him were roared down by his shout.

Neville was not discouraged by this, because as long as he succeeded once, there would be a second, third and even countless successes.

Hannah beside him looked at Hermione eagerly. As a Hufflepuff with equally mediocre qualifications, Hannah was one of the few students who couldn't make her feathers float.

In fact, the only students in the classroom who still hadn't successfully cast the levitation spell were Hufflepuff students.

Facts have proved that Hermione's decision to choose Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor was undoubtedly correct and wise.

Under Hermione's instruction, the few remaining people in the classroom soon succeeded in casting the levitation spell.

This earned the top student Little Beaver a wave of admiring looks.

Compared to the big melting pot of society, it is relatively easy to build good interpersonal relationships in an ivory tower like a school.

Especially for a top student like Hermione, as long as she is willing to extend her hand of friendship to the poor students around her and help them solve some small problems that they do not think are difficult, she can immediately gain a lot of friendship from the poor students.

Compared to being isolated by classmates and roommates in Gryffindor College in the original time and space, Hermione's situation in Ravenclaw is much better.

Although she doesn't have many friends in Ravenclaw now.

Except for Shirley, his best friend, and his roommate, all his other friends are from Hufflepuff.

After class, Hermione and Shirley walked towards the hall together.

On the other side of the castle, Noah and Draco, who had just finished their Transfiguration class, were also heading to the battlefield for lunch.

When the two turned a corner in the corridor, a slight sound of breaking air made Noah subconsciously stop.

But he was so immersed in his thoughts that he ignored Draco who was standing next to him. A round ball passed through Noah's field of vision and exploded on Draco's body with incredible precision.

Before his brain figured out what the spherical object was, Noah's body had already reacted, causing him to move a few steps to the outside, thus avoiding being splashed all over.

An extremely lethal stench filled the corridor.

Draco stood there in a daze, at a loss, his body covered with sticky, suspicious yellow-brown liquid, and he looked like he had just been fished out of a septic tank.

After being stunned for two full seconds, he uttered an English word starting with "F".

He looked around but couldn't see who the murderer was. It must be Peeves who was elusive like that.

Noah pinched his nose in disgust and unnoticeably took a few steps away from Draco who was standing there cursing.

"You should go back to your dorm, get some clean clothes, and take a shower before going to the auditorium for the dinner."

While speaking, he did not forget to throw a clean-up to Draco.

But cleaning could only remove the sticky dung bullet on Draco's body, the deadly stench in the corridor could not be removed.

Draco

There was no better way but to separate from Noah in the foyer on the first floor of the castle.

But what Noah didn't know was that as soon as Draco stepped into the corridor behind the marble stairs leading to the Slytherin common room, he was put in a sack.

Looking at Draco struggling frantically, the man behind the sack drew out his wand without hesitation.

With a flash of a stunning spell, Draco stopped struggling in the sack.

"How come those two dung bombs you just threw were off target?"

"Who would have thought he would stop there!"

The two behind-the-scenes men, wearing gas masks to block out the stench, noisily lifted the sacks onto their shoulders.

"So now there's one less? What should we do?"

"Forget it, one less is one less. We can deal him a bigger blow next time we have the chance. Catching one now can be considered as a way to vent some anger for our stupid Ou Doudou."

Seeing the right moment, the two masterminds rushed into the women's bathroom carrying sacks.

George held down Fred's arm before locking the ladies' room.

"Brother, I have an idea that's even more fun."

There was a strange and evil light in Fred's eyes. "I thought of that, buddy."

The two looked at each other, and then smiled in tacit understanding.

The two men understood each other's inner thoughts and began to work together to release the unconscious Draco from the sack and put him to sit on the toilet.

Then George took out a series of props such as candles and ropes from his pocket.

Everything is ready, only the whip is missing.

Fred was not to be outdone and took out firecrackers, fireworks and dung bombs.

In the small toilet cubicle, the two men skillfully tied Draco's hands, and then fastened them firmly to the toilet.

After dealing with Draco, George lit the candle and used the melted and then solidified candle drips to stick it firmly to the wall of the compartment, at a distance that Draco could not reach.

Then he placed the Feiliba fireworks, firecrackers and dung bombs together, making a not-too-complicated chain reaction device.

After doing all this, the two men climbed out from the top of the compartment with ease, and when they came out, they also pulled out one of the pull cords that were used to pull out the fireworks.

Fred connected the firework cord to the door frame and wrapped it over the middle of the candle to make a simple timing device.

As long as the candle burns to a certain degree, the wire will burn out, causing the originally tightly closed compartment door to burst open.

When the door panel is opened, it will pull the pull cord of the fireworks, causing the lit fireworks to detonate the firecrackers and dung bombs in the compartment.

The two of them even had a sense of humor when they placed the firecrackers in pairs around the throne where Draco was sitting.

In this way, they could accurately make Draco experience the feeling of being "drenched in shit" again at the moment he was woken up by the firecrackers.

Moreover, because of the ropes tied on his hands, Draco could only make some futile struggles when he woke up, and watched the dung bomb explode in front of him.

The feeling of powerlessness and despair that comes with being just one step away from success but ultimately unable to escape a predetermined fate.

Ah, it's perfect!

Chapter 79 The Invading Giant

No one noticed that there was one person missing from the Slytherin table.

When the students of Hogwarts walked into the dining hall and saw the colorful Halloween decorations in the Great Hall, they immediately put all the less important things behind their minds.

Hundreds of bats fluttered in the air along the walls and ceiling, hovering over the dining table like a low dark cloud.

The candles that were originally floating on the ceiling for lighting were now wrapped in pumpkins, turning into hundreds of floating pumpkin lanterns.

As the bats in the air approached, the candle flames inside flickered.

The old man Dumbledore obviously had a very good grasp of the students' little thoughts. Knowing that the students couldn't wait for the banquet to start, he didn't intend to waste any more time.

He stood up and waved to the students with a smile.

"Before the banquet begins, please allow me to tell a joke to liven up the atmosphere on this joyous day."

But his joke about trolls, hags and leprechauns had just started when it was ruthlessly snuffed out by Hogwarts' Deputy Headmistress McGonagall.

As an old friend of many years, Professor McGonagall obviously knew Dumbledore very well.

If Dumbledore was allowed to start the party with his century-old joke, which was almost as old as himself, then the party tonight would most likely be a failure.

Dumbledore had no choice but to announce the start of the banquet in a sullen tone, and then sat back in his headmaster's chair with a little unhappiness.

Damn it, this principal is so miserable! It's better not to be the principal!

He immediately drafted an edict when he returned, passing the throne to Mag, and the future Third Generation Dark Lord will be handed over to you!

As Dumbledore sat down, the house-elves who had already prepared the food in the basement kitchen instantly delivered a variety of delicious dishes to the dining table above.

It wasn't until halfway through the banquet that Noah raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems...something seems a little wrong?

His eyes were on the Slytherin dining room.

He looked around the table.

Didn't Draco go back to the dormitory to change his clothes?

What about others?

Originally, Draco did not follow him around like a follower as usual, and Noah did not think there was anything wrong.

No matter how stupid his silly son is, there will be a day when he will leave his body. Draco didn't follow him, so Noah could only think that he was going to hook up with other people's pretty girls.

This is a good thing.

But there was no sign of Draco in the entire auditorium, which was very telling.

Draco wouldn't choose to go out hunting during the Halloween dinner, would he?

Even if I was hungry and thirsty, I wouldn't be this hungry.

Noah suddenly remembered that when they had just finished class, Draco was attacked by a dung bomb in the corridor without any warning. At that time, he thought it was a prank by Peeves.

Now it seems that the murderer is someone else.

Given Peeves's nature, when his prank was successful, how could he not shout and show off his achievement to the students passing by?

This style of sneaking into the village, firing a shot and running away is definitely not what Peeves did.