In the principal's room, the light flashed, and the figures of the two appeared.

"Won't those elves find our tracks?" Iger asked.

"I don't think so, it's been years since anyone has been able to find any traces of my magic, and if they do, then I'll be happy." Dumbledore thought for a moment and said.

Iger didn't know if what he said was true or not, anyway, if he found a trace, at least he wouldn't be happy.

"I don't feel good about the place where I can't apparate." Iger sighed.

"Actually, it's not that you can't apparition Egger." Dumbledore sat down in his chair and tucked the golden cup into his drawer: "But you can't apparition at will." ”

Iger was a little confused, "What do you mean?" ”

"Sometimes the door that has been enchanted cannot be opened by the Alajo Cave, but some people can open it with the Alajo Cave." Dumbledore gave an example: "Those people can open it because they understand the spell well enough, and most importantly, because their magic is higher or equal than that of the spellcaster. ”

"Again, when your mind is focused enough, I think it's fine, there shouldn't be many people who can match the total amount of magic of the Silent One, even if that person is Salazar Slytherin."

Egger spread his hands: "For the time being, I'll forget it first, I don't think my understanding of the illusion is to the point where you said it. ”

"Goodnight, then." Dumbledore smiled, he knew that Egger said that, and he must have been tempted to start trying it in private.

"Good night, Professor."

……

The next evening, Egg, who had made a fortune in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid during the day, came to Snape's office tired, and Snape was boiling something in a cauldron.

Egger is not surprised, this crucible has been here for a long time, God knows why he hasn't been boiled dry, it's not scientific, but it's magical.

"Your mission today is to learn the Flying Charm." Snape glanced up at Egg, and spoke in a tone that was not much higher than a whisper.

Iger saw a plate of unfinished sandwiches on Snape's table, and waved his wand: "Sandwiches fly." ”

The sandwich on the plate flew into Egg's hand with a 'whoosh', and Snape glanced at Egg's dirty little paw in disgust, "If you don't finish him, I'll stuff it for you." ”

Egger grinned awkwardly, "Is it okay?" ”

"You have a good talent for spells, and you can control most of your spells quickly, but my request obviously won't be so easy." Snape stood up and strode away from Egg's wand.

Why take the wand yourself? Because Egger has an iron armor spell, he can't break it...

"Now, you can cast your wand and fly." Snape looked at Egger quizzingly.

Egger looked dazed: "How can you cast it without a wand?" ”

"A lot of kids who aren't in school can control the levitation charm, and they don't have wands." Snape sat back at his desk and continued to boil the potion in the cauldron: "You don't have to go back tonight, stay here with the dead toad in the jar." ”

Iger turned his head to look around, and a toad the size of a human head was brewing in a jar of green liquid, staring at him blankly.

"The wand is flying!" Egg held out his hand, and Snape's wand shook before he stopped.

Snape's somewhat impatient tongue lock throat shot out, but it was bounced off by the Iron Armor Charm and hit the shelf on the side, Snape looked at Egg with a dark face: "Silent spell casting." ”

Egg sat on the ground indignantly, his arms stretched out in Snape's direction, his eyes wide as if he had come to ask for his life, his wand flying wildly in his head, his arms swinging strangely.

"What are you doing?!" Snape shouted angrily, apparently frightened by Egger's strange spellcasting state.

"Cast spells silently," Egger said dryly.

"Looking at your appearance, you obviously didn't appreciate the meaning of silent spellcasting, I thought you were constipated." Snape casually tossed Egger's wand to another corner of the room, out of sight and out of mind.

In the quiet office, Snape frowned and boiled potions, and not far away, Egger waved his arms like a convulsive, hoping that his wand would fly obediently, and the green light of the jars around him seemed quiet and eerie.

Snape had a quill in his hand, and from time to time he was recording the state inside the crucible on parchment, and after a while, Snape suddenly felt that something was wrong, and looked up, Egger was staring at the big eyes, and the small head rested on the desk, and from Snape's point of view, Iger seemed to have only one head left.

"What the hell are you doing?" Snape stood up with a spirit, and his heart was pounding when he was stared at by Egger so strangely.

Egger sniffed, "Can you show me this?" ”

I'd like to demonstrate, but I'm not...

Snape's face darkened, as if he had eaten a dead child...

"Wandless spellcasting relies on a high concentration of mind, and very few wizards can master it, and the only one I've seen so far who can successfully release it is Dumbledore..."

Looking at the dejected Egg, Snape didn't know what he was thinking, and then spoke: "Of course, casting spells without a wand does not mean that it is very difficult, as long as you find a specific method, as far as I know, most wizards in Africa cast spells without a wand, and they are extremely powerful, they use their fingers to cast spells, or some specific gestures and movements. ”

Seeing Egg's somewhat dazed look, Snape laughed sarcastically, "Maybe you can think of your finger as a wand?" ”

Iger stretched out his right index finger and looked at it carefully, imagining it to be a wand, and then pointed to the wand in the corner of the room, silently thinking that the wand was flying.

The wand flew into Egg's hand with a swish, and the moment the wand was in hand, Iger seemed to hear the sound of something condensing, as if something had been petrified.

Snape's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he slowly spoke in that soft, greasy and crooked tone: "You can go..."

'Click', the door closed, Snape was stunned for a long time, then threw his wand into the distance, and reached out to the ground like Egger just now, on the ground, Snape's wand twitched weakly, and Snape's face twitched slightly.

How the hell did he do it?

Egger was very happy, he walked happily through the castle, greeting the portraits in the corridor from time to time.

Following the Iron Armor Spell, he had finally mastered a wandless spell, a true wandless spell, and Iger felt that he could cast other spells based on the tricks of his hands.

Egger knew very well that wandless spellcasting was not so easy to learn, and the reason why he was able to succeed over and over again was not due to talent, but to the silence that continuously provided magic power in his body.

In a sense, this is also a golden finger, right? If I can survive...

Egger thought in his head as two Ravenclais girls walked by in the distance, the corners of Egger's mouth curled slightly, and his fingers hooked slightly.

Loose and energetic!

The two girls suddenly stiffened, hurriedly covered their chests, and hurriedly ran away.

Egger snickered in his heart, he knew that their underwear might have been opened inexplicably...

At night, in Gryffindor Tower, in Egger's room, Egger was using his fingers to make the pot and Da Da fly, and the two little things looked a little scared.

The door opened, and Aisha walked in, looking at Egger in amazement.

"How did you do that?" Aisha looked at Egger with a look of surprise.

"With your fingers...", Egger gave Aisha a rough description of the feeling, and Aisha tried but to no avail.

Shrugging helplessly, Aisha was a little depressed: "It may be a problem of talent." ”

"Lingerie is flying!" Egger stretched out his hand and pointed at Aisha, and Aisha's underwear suddenly flew down the robe to Aiger's hand.

In front of Egger, Aisha's face suddenly turned red like a ripe tomato, and she snatched her underwear in a panic, and Aisha pinched Egger's little face fiercely: "What are you doing!! ”

"Soft," Iger said vaguely.

"What?" Aisha was stunned, looked at the chest clinging to Egg, and slowly let go of her hand.

"Soft," Egg said dryly, rubbing his little face.

Aisha froze suddenly, sat on the edge of Egg's bed with her legs crossed with her face red, and after a while, Aisha looked at Egger with watery eyes and whispered: "I can wait for you to grow up..."

Egger's face turned red: "How about I marry you?" ”

"I'm much older than you..."Aisha's eyes were complicated: "I can accompany you for the rest of my life, but you can't marry me." ”

"I don't mind," Egger said dryly.

"But I don't mind, I don't know what people will say." Aisha rolled her eyes, then gently put her arm around Egg's shoulder, "I allow you to find a little girlfriend, but you have to give me some time and space." ”

"No one wants to share love with someone else," Iger said, hugging Aisha's waist and feeling a little intoxicated.

"I don't mind, as long as I can be with you." Aisha giggled, gently stroking Egger's cheek.

"I'm curious why you're interested in me." Egg lay lazily in Aisha's arms.

Aisha's face was slightly ruddy: "I'll know in a few years..."

An ambiguous atmosphere surrounded the two of them in the room, and with a 'snap', Dada pulled off a small crystal on the chandelier and fell off the lamp.

With a wave of his hand, Iger slowly fell to the ground, and got under the bed in some panic.

Under Egger's bed was a treasure trove of accessible objects, most of them from all over the castle, most of them from the Room of Requirement, and a few of them that Egg had brought him out of the Slytherin common room, and Snape had approached Egg several times for this.

Egger certainly wouldn't let Darge steal anything valuable, nothing more than unplugging the faucet in the Slytherin bathroom and causing a lot of water, or taking off the Slytherin wall light bulb... The enchanted light bulb is lit even when you pull it off, and Dad likes it very much.

Aisha stood up with a ruddy face: "I'm going back." ”

"Would you like to stay and sleep with me?" said Egg, blinking his eyes and maliciously selling cuteness.

"No," Aisha shimped, running out.

Egger sat up helplessly, looked at the bulging bag in his robe, although he was very immature, but some characteristics had begun to take shape, at least Egger had already been able to raise his head...

"It's not up or down," Iger muttered out the door, intending to go to the kitchen.

At this time, it was already lights out time, but Egg didn't care, Dumbledore gave him a lot of privileges, such as being able to take a shower in the prefect's bathroom or something, but he hadn't been there, he didn't want to be stared at by a crying myrtle when he was taking a shower...

"Don't sleep in the middle of the night!" Peeves' loud voice rang above Egg's head, and Egg turned to look at Peeves.

"As far as I know, the Petrification Charm can have an effect on ghosts, would you like to try it? Peeves? Iger smiled brightly.

In fact, Egg didn't know if the petrification spell would have an effect on the ghost, but Nick, who was almost headless, was once targeted by a basilisk and caused black smoke to emit from his body, and Egg thought that a petrification charm with a similar effect might be of some use.

Peeves also didn't know if it would have any effect, but it was obvious that he didn't want to be the first ghost to eat the crab.

Cowering at Egg, Peeves flew away in a panic.

When Egg arrives at Hogwarts, he discovers that Peeves is a very special ghost, at least other ghosts can't pick up chalk and throw it on the students' heads, but Peeves can touch some things, and can also pass through walls like other ghosts.

Professor McGonagall explains to Egg that Peeves are a special kind of being, not a dead man, not even a ghost, but a collection of mischievous student minds in the castle over the millennia.

So his position is very awkward, the activities of the ghosts do not take him, the students do not play with him, and for thousands of years, he has wandered alone in the castle alone, and it is inevitable that his mind is a little abnormal.

Iger walked silently in the castle, looking at this ancient castle that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and the atmosphere of ancient mystery permeated Hogwarts at night, Egg couldn't help but feel a little flurry.

Even after more than half a month, Iger still hasn't got tired of it, magic is a magical thing, the more you snoop, the more mysterious it is, often after Iger feels that he has captured something, he finds that it is just a colorful corner of the gorgeous world.

Wandering aimlessly, Egg calmed the agitation that had just been stirred up by Aisha, and a small door appeared in front of him.

Iger remembered that it seemed to be Filch's office, and when he pushed the door and walked in, the room was empty, and Filch was supposed to be on a night patrol with Lady Loris.

"The map of the living spots is flying." Egger waved his hand, and in the drawer of Filch's desk, a piece of parchment flew into Egg's hand, and with a shake of the wand in Egger's hand, the drawer closed again, and he turned around and left the hut.

"I solemnly swear that I have no bad intentions." With a tap of his wand in Egger's hand, a map slowly appeared on the parchment.

"Pointed forks salute you, congratulations on discovering this Hogwarts treasure..."

On the map, a few lines of handwriting are revealed.

Egg laughed, and unlike the words that appeared in the book, it seemed that this map had a part of the creator's consciousness, and every time he said it was not necessarily true, it was a little closer to the Sorting Hat in Dumbledore's room, and the dead raven on the door of Ravenclaw...

On the map, Dumbledore's name was on a chair in the office, and Egg was a little skeptical that the old man would have a herniated disc in his waist if he sat like that every day.

Filch and Lady Loris were in the hallway not far from the gate, and Snape was still in his office, apparently still boiling the cauldron that did not conform to the law of conservation of energy.

Unbeknownst to Egger, Snape was sitting behind his desk and from time to time reaching out to the wand on the ground in the distance, and constantly changing positions as he felt, looking like he was doing radio gymnastics...

If Iger could see Snape at this time, his expression would be wonderful.