Chapter 251 The Misunderstanding Intensifies

Illuminating spell?

All the viewers began to wonder if their ears had heard correctly.

To use an arithmetic metaphor, the lighting spell in magic learning is nothing more than addition and subtraction within ten.

Even though they already know that the spell is deadly poison to the demon fairy apprentices in this world, they still cannot subconsciously connect it with the lighting spell.

However, the little magic fairies will not be so prejudicial. They have been warned by their parents about the dangers of the name of the spell since they were young. Even the little magic fairies from the ordinary world have been taught the relevant scruples by popular science, so they all have a look on their faces. It was solemn, and everyone couldn't help but sit upright, even Ron.

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The ocean of light enveloped everyone.

Everyone seemed to be glowing, almost transparent, but the light was not dazzling, just like the glow of fireflies in the fields on a summer night coming together bit by bit.

Harry felt very strange.

In today's course, whether he was one with nature in the Merlin Circle, or summoned elves to make contact with little devils, he just felt the satisfaction of his head swelling and magic filling his body.

The History of Magic only gave him a better understanding of elves and how to use the Treasure Book.

In the Gewu class, he only learned some complicated theoretical knowledge, and the actual practice only made him wonder whether the mantra was just nonsense.

Only now does he have the real sense of using magic.

But this is different from the previous experience of casting spells. As the spell is chanted, there seems to be a line of sight cast on him, and most of the magic power is taken away.

Then light appeared out of thin air.

It's not a warmth on your fingertips that shines on the tip of the wand, but it comes directly from your body.

And this light is so strong, this is not a lighting spell, it is simply a scorching sun spell.

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

Tentatively stretching out his fingertips, a thought flashed across his mind, and the light began to condense, like bright moonlight wrapped in snowflakes falling on his fingertips.

Without chanting the spell, without the assistance of the magic weapon, the power of the lighting spell emerges with thoughts.

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

It's not even noticeable in the classroom, because almost everyone has done it.

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

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

"You should all feel that more than half of the magic power has been taken away directly."

"If you are a demon apprentice who has not gone through the magic weapon, elf awakening, herbal medicine and care of magical animals classes, you will probably die as a result."

"So, how do we avoid this risk?"

"There are two ways."

"First, hold on to the magic weapon."

"It inhibits your connection to the spell spirit when the amount of magic claimed threatens your lifeline."

“Second, find a ‘guarantor’.”

"The spirit of the spell does not recognize small loans and prefers large one-time repayments."

"But if you find a substantial 'guarantor', it will be willing to take your time with you, lending you a small amount first and repaying it slowly in multiple installments."

"What is the 'guarantor'? How do I get him to guarantee it?" Ravenclaw's Terry Butt asked curiously.

"How many parts does a complete spell usually consist of?" Professor Flitwick asked.

Terry Butt replied, "There are three parts. The first part is Balala or Gunara, the dark god; the second part is the name of the creator of the spell, the cursed fairy; the third part is the name of the spell." effect."

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

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

"The 'guarantor' is the name of the creator of the corresponding spell."

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

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

Hermione raised her doubts in a sharp voice, "Is there a more intuitive method that allows us to measure the magic power in our bodies? Before we want to contract a spell, we can read the book to see if our magic power is up to standard."

Professor Flitwick applauded, "Excellent idea."

"However, there are too many spells, and new ones are being born all the time."

"And the magic power they need is not just about the quantity, but also the 'taste' of the little magic fairy itself."

"And this 'taste' is related to the potential and mysterious nature of the little devil fairy itself."

“These are things that cannot be quantified.”

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

"But before it awakens, when faced with some very powerful spells, holding it tightly to break the connection and prevent the flow of magic power will probably fail."

"That's bad," Ernie from Hufflepuff worried, "I have always had the habit of reading and writing while reading, which helps me remember better."

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

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

Everyone started talking about it.

Pansy, who likes to get up early to read poetry to cultivate her temperament, secretly speculates whether someone will insert a curse name in her poetry collection to assassinate her.

Harry, who was in the first year, looked at Fleur and puffed out his chest to show that he was extremely talented and knowledgeable. He often taught himself some philosophical words without a teacher. What if these words happened to collide with the name of a certain spell?

Professor Flitwick deliberately waited for them to discuss for a while before stopping.

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much."

"After the black magic class tomorrow, ordinary spells will not pose a life threat to you. At most, you will be unconscious and weak."

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

"Not much happens when you don't know anything."

"But the content you discussed is very interesting, so..." Professor Flitwick raised his lips, "Write a letter based on the issues you are worried about, combined with the content of this class and the "Book of Spells: Elementary" that will be unsealed after class. A 600-word article, please send it to my email before this Wednesday afternoon.”

"Okay, get out of class is over."

"It's really suspicious."

"It seems we found the wrong person."

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

The four people speaking were Harry, Fleur, and Krum.

As soon as get out of class was over, they were far behind Cedric, who they regarded as Edward Cullen.

It was discovered that he did not return to the Slytherin lounge and walked towards the Hufflepuff lounge.

"Perhaps the Fairy Stone is hidden in the Hufflepuff lounge?" 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 to me in my second year at Hogwarts."

"What happened?" Krum took a step forward.

As he asked, one of the Prewett brothers controlled the body, and the other controlled the Golden Snitch to fly away through the blind spot in his sight to secretly inquire for information.

(Ron, "You vile, filthy--well, good job! Krum!")

Harry said, "In the second year, Lucius Malfoy sent a dark magic item to the school through trickery."

(Draco Malfoy, who had been gloomy and hiding in the dormitory, said, "You are slandering, you bastard!")

Fleur raised an eyebrow, "The Death Eater with the whitest legs in the World Cup?"

(In Malfoy Manor, Narcissa Malfoy, who was lucky enough not to be imprisoned, had a dark vision.)

(In Azkaban, Lucius Malfoy's old face turned red, recalling the tragic experience of being hung upside down and exposing his long legs in his underwear after the World Cup.)

(Snape thought of the most painful memory when he was hung upside down by James Potter and his black underwear was exposed in front of Lily and everyone.)

(He began to feel that the Harry in front of him looked disgusting again.)

Harry suppressed a smile, "The whitest legs? I didn't pay much attention to it, but it's just him."

"That prop was given to him by Voldemort, and it stores the memory of young Voldemort."

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

(Colin raised his hand, "I'm one of them! I came to give Harry grapes!")

(Voldemort, who was lamenting the tragic experience of the Horcrux in his diary in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, realized something was wrong and said, "Little Barty, we are moving immediately. This place will be exposed soon.")

"Wait a minute," Krum's face was distorted and he said in a weird tone, "Thousand-year-old basilisk, several students were petrified? I remember isn't Hogwarts known as the safest place in the world?"

Harry coughed and said, "There is no way, Lucius Malfoy is the school director, and Voldemort is a descendant of Slytherin. This is caused by our own people."

"Like the story of the Trojan Horse."

"But Lucius Malfoy has long ceased to be the headmaster and has been in prison. The diary containing Voldemort's memories has long been destroyed."

"Finally, with the help of Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix, I pulled out Gryffindor's sword, killed the basilisk, and destroyed the diary."

"Having Dumbledore return and rescue Ginny, my current girlfriend."

"It's so romantic." Fleur's eyes seemed to be shining, "If someone saves me like this, I will also be his girlfriend."

Harry blushed.

(The expression on Ginny's face is both resentful and sweet.)

"Harry, I have always thought that your title of savior is just superficial. But now the first graders are defending the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort, and the second graders are defeating Voldemort's memories and the Millennium Basilisk." Krum admired him very much. "The third graders are also What did you do last year?"

(Sirius laughed, "He saved me and Buckbeak last year!")

(Ron stood on the bench and shouted to everyone around him, "I'm in on it too!")

(Hermione smiled and leaned on Bajir's shoulder, lost in memories.)

Harry rubbed the back of his head shyly, "It's not a big deal. It just happened that I had a reason to do this. I think someone else would have done the same thing."

He did not answer Krum's question directly.

Although with Dumbledore entering the Ministry of Magic, Sirius has been cleared of his grievances.

But he didn't want to say it, 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?" Fleur asked hurriedly.

She thought the Fairy Stone was Slytherin's relic, and she was eager to know the location of the Chamber of Secrets.

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

"What?" Fleur's eyes were about to pop out.

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

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

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

What's more, he had other purposes.

Krum rolled his eyes, "I think instead of guessing that the magic fairy stone is in the Hufflepuff common room, you might as well go to the girls' bathroom on the third floor to see if there is Slytherin's secret room there."

"Even if there is no magic fairy stone, it would be good for us to have any Slytherin books."

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

He originally wanted to mislead Krum and Fleur, so that they would waste time looking for the location of the magic fairy stone in places they shouldn't look for.

There is no difference between the girls' bathroom and the Hufflepuff common room for him.

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

The reason why he didn't go to the girls' bathroom in person was that he didn't want to be a pervert because he knew he was being broadcast live, and he thought that Slytherin himself was 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 that I was still broadcasting live!

But he had no time to be shy or embarrassed.

His attention was focused on another thing at the moment.

The reason why he was absent-minded was the conversation between two people in the corner.

The conversation between Edward Cullen and Cedric in this world.

"…Why did you pester me and choose to meet here, Edward Cullen, or the genius red fairy." Cedric was not annoyed.

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

"After all, you don't want to." His voice was so low that the follow-up could not be heard clearly.

Cedric quickly replied, "Okay, okay, I promise! I promise you all, okay!"

"A knowing choice, Diggory." Cullen said, "Then see you tomorrow, I'll contact you."

"I know." Cedric lowered his head.