Professor Flitwick had taught in Charms class that when casting a spell, it was important to speak clearly and utter the right spell.

Otherwise, be like the poor wizard of Balufeo, who said the 'f' as the 's', only to find himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest.

Of course, Gawain didn't believe it at first.

It wasn't until he had a whim and asked Miranda Goshawk about it that he realized that the reality was really more exaggerated than in the novel, and that this wizard...

The heart is really big.

"Of course it's true! And he's got all the spells out there! But what do you want that thing for? Give yourself a whole chunk of unbaked filet?"

That's what Miranda said, but Gawain suspects that the more real reason why the spell wasn't popularized was because it violated the Law of Secrecy and made a connection between wizards and ordinary people.

For such a big bison, there must be a source.

Although filet is indeed delicious.

But it has nothing to do with Gawain.

After releasing the curse, making sure that the spell was effective, and that there was not a cow standing on his chest, Gawain simply pointed his wand at the ground and used clear water like a spring to wash away the rune that he knew was not serious at first glance.

Immediately afterward, he ran in the direction of the castle.

As soon as Gawain rushed into the foyer, two owls that had been waiting for him impatiently pounced on him, trying to scratch Gawain's face.

In the morning, Gawain made an appointment with them to wait for him in the foyer in four hours, and promised a large "tribute" to make sure they did not forget.

"Meow!"

Mrs. Loris looked at the two fat chickens, and then at Gawain's lunch box, hesitated for a moment, and retreated into the corner.

is as noble as her, so she won't admit that she can't beat these two fat chickens, but she is already full today, so she let them go magnanimously.

"Thank you, this one is for Professor Dumbledore, he should be in his office on the eighth floor. Is this one for Hermione Granger, who is in the stands outside?"

Gawain took out two pieces of parchment that had been folded into a roll from his bosom and handed them to each other.

He took out a few peeled pistachios and held them in the palm of his hand as a "thank-you", or "tribute".

Owls love pistachios, which are salty, sweet, and complex nuts, but they don't peel their shells. When shamans feed them, they tend to use the more common cashew nuts.

So they were always willing to help Gawain with the work.

So far, so good.

"Alright, the next thing is..."

Gawain took out his wand and made a quick staircase to the Charms classroom in the middle of the fourth floor, where a secret passage led to the trophy room.

He certainly wasn't there to see Tom Riddle, or his own medals. It was even copper-plated, and Gawain suspected more than once that the Hogwarts Board of Trustees was not in the right hands.

It's because the corridor leading to the forbidden area on the fourth floor is posted next to the trophy showroom.

“Alohomora。 (Alaho Cave Open)"

Gawain pointed his wand at the lock in the trophy showroom, whispering a spell that the keyhole clicked open. It was very cramped, and there was only room for a few people to stand.

He hid behind a large corner cabinet.

"Now, it's me who says hello, Professor. ”

Gawain's fingers crossed into a cross.

He inexplicably hoped that Professor Quirrell would move faster than he had imagined, because if he had slowed down, Professor Dumbledore would have arrived first.

That's not interesting.

Almost just as Gawain was hiding himself, there was a sudden sound of messy footsteps in the hallway.

"Master!

It was Professor Quirrell, who was crying softly, as if he had been mischievoked by Gawain that day.

"Rubbish, go!"

It was another voice, cold, cruel.

It was very weak and breathless.

Seeing Professor Quirrell walk through the trophy room and enter the forbidden corridor, Gawain hid to the door satisfied, his wand flashing.

- He didn't want to be put in the Dark Lord's notebook, and he didn't want to let him go on a date with Lu Wei, but he wanted revenge and blocked him.

Well, the best way.

It was to keep Professor Quirrell honestly in this hallway, waiting for Professor Dumbledore to fly in.

And how do you do that?

Gawain had a very presumptuous idea.

“Khronos 1.5X Accel”

First of all, he needs to enter a state of extra-consciousness to greatly improve his mastery of spells.

With the green jade, and the thing he did after he went to the Forbidden Forest last weekend to "hand in the mission" with the centaurs, the 1.5x acceleration was now a few minutes for him.

Lumos (Fluorescent Scintillation)

Gawain shot balls of light from the tip of his wand one after another, and it didn't stop until fifteen or sixteen years later, which was the limit of his control.

The ball of light is not bright, and it can even be said to be very dark.

At least for now.

"Go ahead!"

Gawain silently sent the balls of light into the hallway, quickly catching up with Professor Quirrell. He was still walking on his own, not even noticing them.

Next is the most important step.

"Accio Quirinus Quirrell's garlic head scalf!"

Gawain exhaled the spell, and in his mind it was the one Professor Quirrell was wearing.

With a bang, the long turban was about to fly up from his head, and Quirrell, "Ahh

But this is the moment Gawain was waiting for.

Quirrell turned his head in a panic.

Fluorescent flickering • Bright Blind Dog Eyes • Black Friday Giveaway • Fifteen times Enhanced Edition • Mosaics are all for you

Professor Quirrell, see the sun!

"Ahh

Gawain laughed uncontrollably but silently, he had never heard anyone sing a scream in four or four beats like Professor Quirrell.

Quirrell subconsciously covered his face and turned his head, but turned back faster than he did.

"Idiot! Waste! You're a wizard!"

The cold voice said in a sinister voice.

But he succeeded in reminding Quirrell.

“Finite Inca。 (Stop)"

Quirrell shuddered and raised his wand straight forward, intending to cast a standard counter-spell.

Gawain must not let him succeed.

When Quirrell turned his head just now, Gawain saw a hideous and cruel face on the back of his head, albeit with a flick.

"Pythonissam (Witches' Night). ”

Gawain's wand pointed at the hallway, exhaling the spell.

This is exactly what Hermione found on the train when he came to Hogwarts, in that thick, scary medieval witch spellbook.

Its only function is to use a spell to spawn a very creepy witch screech in a designated place, presumably used by witches in the past to boil potions to avoid unrelated villagers approaching.

But after Gawain paid a huge price (mostly psychologically), as well as rumors of the birth of a new ghost in the Ravenclaw Tower, and his pillow was torn apart by the abyss several times...

He succeeded in sublimating the spell.

Right now.

It.

Be.

Stereo too.