A day at Hogwarts

"That's right, watch it!"

Hermione waved her wand triumphantly, and chanted a spell, a blue bellflower-like flame fell on the wasteland, and it smelled burnt after a while.

However, the fire was extinguished immediately, and it failed to ignite the wasteland, but only blackened a few weeds.

Hermione said to Charles with a little embarrassment: "I'm not very proficient in this spell yet, I'll try again."

This spell can emit a blue flame with soft light, which is not afraid of wind and rain, and can be placed in a glass bottle as a heater.

It's just that Hermione has just learned from reading and is not yet proficient, so the effect is not good.

This piece of barren grass has already been fenced off, and it only needs to be burned. Charles decided to let Hermione try it after seeing that Hermione was studying the flame spell book borrowed from the library in recent days.

At this time, Seamus rushed to say, "Let me try."

There is a reward for helping Charles weed the wasteland, but the Gryffindor freshmen are all discussing the upcoming flying class, no one is interested in Charles's snacks, only the loyal Seamus and the bragging Hermione was willing to help.

I saw Seamus imitating Hermione's waving wand and chanting spells just now. The first time he failed, only a few blue sparks appeared.

Hermione said there was something wrong with him.

It has to be said that Seamus is still very talented. After correcting a little mistake, the wand sprayed out a blue pillar of fire, which was about the size of a water gun used by a fire brigade to put out a fire, and blasted into the middle of the wild grass.

Without further ado, Charles immediately cast a levitating spell on Seamus and Hermione, and just as he was about to drag them away, the flames on the grass exploded.

From the senior students and Professor Sprout who were studying in the nearby greenhouse, to Voldemort who was looking at Charles through the eyes of Quirrell behind the castle window, they all saw a flash of blue light, followed by a large piece of sky blue crystal The flames covered the entire barren grassland.

"Wow!" Seamus turned to Hermione excitedly and said, "This spell of yours is really powerful!"

Hermione didn't want to answer, it wasn't that Seamus's magic was stronger than hers, but that both of them were running on Charles' shoulders.

Charles jumped over the creek with the two on his shoulders and stopped a hundred meters away before the flames began to die down.

"Ouch!" Seamus suddenly found himself exhausted when he was put down, and sat down on the ground.

He rubbed his head and said nervously, "I seem to feel sleepy, I really want to sleep."

He yawned as he spoke.

"It's okay." Charles handed him a large piece of chocolate, "It's because you used up too much magic power at one time, just eat some dinner later and go back to the dormitory to sleep."

When Charles handed Hermione another piece of chocolate, she had a weird look on her face, as if she was very unwilling.

"Don't think too much." Charles hit her on the head with chocolate.

"Woo..." Hermione held her head and stared at Charles fiercely, "Even my father never hit me like that."

Charles stuffed the chocolate into her hand and said with a smile, "Don't be envious or jealous, there's something wrong with Seamus."

"The magic power of a wizard is like water in a teapot. A normal wizard's use of magic power is like pouring tea out of the spout. Although the amount of pouring is small, it is easy to control."

"It's different for Seamus. It's like he opened the lid of the pot and poured tea, and he poured it out all at once. Not only did he fill the cup, but he also spilled it everywhere."

Hermione figured it out quickly, and looked at Seamus sympathetically.

Now it was Seamus' turn to panic, and asked nervously, "What should I do? Should I visit St. Mungo's?"

Charles shrugged and said to him: "The doctor there will tell you... it can't be cured, go home, bye."

"It's not good to tease your classmates." At this time Dumbledore appeared, and there was such a big commotion in the campus, it was impossible for the principal not to appear.

He kindly said to Seamus: "It's okay, it's not a big problem, just practice more."

Seamus asked the principal expectantly, "Is it true?"

"Of course it is true." Dumbledore replied with certainty, "I won't lie."

The implication is that Charles is lying.

Seamus wondered if he was going to scare Ron tonight with Charles' bed that his mouse had put in.

Dumbledore came to the place that had been burned just now, and Charles and the others followed.

The originally withered and yellow wasteland is now full of plant ash, and the soil is still warm, and it can even be used to cook potatoes.

Seamus felt stronger after eating the chocolate, and he didn't feel so sleepy anymore. Looking at his achievements, he said triumphantly, "It seems that I'm still very good!"

Charles gave him a bag of taffy, which was the agreed payment.

"It's a magic riot." Dumbledore said a professional term that Charles had never heard before, "Finnigan used too much magic power at once, and couldn't control them well, so an explosion-like effect occurred. I'm afraid the might of the fire dragon can't resist it."

He turned to Simo and said, "I suggest you not to use such spells until you are proficient in controlling them. Maintenance of the castle is very expensive."

Seamus immediately agreed.

At this moment, Charles thought about it, and asked the headmaster curiously: "Professor Dumbledore, can this method be used to increase the power of the spell?"

Dumbledore said to him seriously: "Casting a spell is very delicate, and a little deviation can lead to serious consequences."

"Controlling chaos is much more difficult than controlling order, and it is very likely that you will encounter irreparable things when you try."

Charles nodded after serious consideration.

Late underfire syndrome is one thing, but a blind pursuit of power is another and can lead astray.

Safety and controllability are more important than power.

Just like nitroglycerin, pure nitroglycerin is powerful but easy to explode. After adding diatomaceous earth, although the power is reduced, it is safer, so it can be widely used.

Now that the grass is gone, it's time to plow the land.

"Professor Dumbledore," Charles asked the headmaster, "what is the magic that makes something like an automatic quill?"

In fact, he seriously considered hiring Harry to work, but the old man didn't treat the British pound as money and raised the price of Harry's labor. In addition, Harry inherited the family property and was not short of money, so it was out of the question.

He also considered Seamus, but he gave up because he wanted to plant flowers and grass instead of digging ponds to raise fish.

Charles thought he couldn't order Voldemort to plow his land, grab the unwilling Voldemort by the scalp, force him to take a hoe, and if he refused, beat him, knock him down, and beat him until he obeyed. him, and ordered him to work.

So the idea of ​​making automatic hoes and rakes came out, and he decided to make some agricultural tools like quills that could write automatically, and let them do the work by themselves.

Dumbledore saw what he was thinking, shook his head slowly and said, "This is a very profound spell, only wizards who produce quills know it, just like some of the most critical spells for making wands are only known by a few wands. like the manufacturer."

Now Charles is out of control, and his core technology should not be revealed casually.

He could only settle for the next best thing, and asked, "What if it's like the magic spell of the teapot pouring tea by itself?"

Dumbledore smiled and said: "It's a good idea, but I still have to start from the most basic to study spells seriously. Of course, if you are interested, you can go to the library to learn about it first."

"But don't try it lightly. Someone once made a mistake. He wanted to pour a cup of tea, but finally took a shower."

Now Charles has nothing to do here, but he immediately seized the opportunity as soon as he heard about taking a bath: "Professor, I often have to deal with dragon manure composting, and my body smells bad. Seamus has started to blame me."

Seamus nodded in agreement.

Charles continued: "I heard that there is a bathroom in the castle. Can I apply to use it after work?"

Dumbledore didn't answer, because the prefect's bathroom is the privilege of the prefect, and he is the headmaster. It is another matter for the other prefects to take him in or tell him the password. Giving him the privilege of the prefect is another time. It's over.