Since the details of the black magic defense spell class on Monday afternoon were widely spread, the topic of Amorsta Brenn became the only subject of discussion within and outside the castle during the following days.
According to the Ravenclaw's Fenn, at that evening dinner, Professor Flitwick listened to the floating spell demonstrated by Professor Brenn, and then without saying a word he directly broke into Brenn's office. He stayed there for a whole four hours before coming out.
Fred and George also confirmed the reliability of this news. It was just after midnight when they were adventuring around the castle, passing by the third floor and happened to see Professor Flitwick, his body weary, panting as he left Professor Brenn's office with a contented smile on his rosy cheeks...
"Sha!"
Ron stood on the sofa in the common room, controlling the goose feather dug out from the sofa cushion, and let out strange growls from his mouth.
"Let you see my 'Control Object Spell'!"
Speaking of which, he quickly shook his repaired wand, just like Professor Brenn that day, with his wand pointing directly to the sky. Then, everyone nearby saw the goose feather floating on Ron's head swaying and crawling slowly to the ceiling at a speed not much slower than a snail. Finally, it disappeared in the brilliant candlelight.
Harry, sitting on the side with the 'Flying With The Cannons' book given to him by Ron for Christmas holiday, laughed so hard that he nearly burped.
Since Professor Brenn repaired Ron's wand in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and even gave him the first bonus for this term, Ron has completely forgotten about Brenn's unpleasantness of using mysterious alchemical props to monitor all young wizards, and has become his loyal fan.
To be honest, the silly things Ron is doing now have happened many times in the castle. Malfoy had once reviewed the Floating Charm on a stick during Transfiguration class, hoping it would fly over and stab Harry in the eye. Then he was deducted twenty points by the angry Professor McGonagall.
It has to be said, Professor Brenn was indeed very handsome when he waved his wand in class. Even Harry himself had secretly practiced the wand movements in the dormitory when no one was around.
"If I could master Brenn's skills!"
Ron jumped down from the sofa, gazing up at the chandelier above, murmuring in a dreamy tone.
"Humph, let's see who dares to underestimate me again... I will first put a thousand needle holes in Percy's bottom with the feather, and then poke two big holes in Malfoy's face..."
"If you really want to do all this, Ron..."
Grumbling, Hermione rested her head on the table and spoke in a frustrated tone,
"You should sit down and seriously study the spell model of 'Control Object Spell' with me instead of flailing around there!"
"Oh, how annoying. Why can't you just tell me something I can do, Hermione?"
Ron's face immediately fell in disappointment when his dream was shattered.
"Trouble, Hermione!"
Harry blinked his emerald eyes and grinned, "Without the attack in the Chamber and Ludo's presence, it seems that every day is full of joy for you."
"It's harder than any other time, Harry, you can't imagine what Professor Brenn has done to the Floating Charm. To be honest, I even thought this was homework for the Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"
Harry and Ron exchanged a look, realizing that they had never heard Hermione express such clear dissatisfaction with the homework of any class since they had known her.
"...It took me four whole days to figure out that 'Cainerdi Leviosa' is derived from the ancient runic language, 'Culinaric Aner', which means 'the Titan's Blades'. In this spell, it represents 'sharpness' and 'impenetrable strength'!"
"Ancient runes... But, but that's a course that starts in third year..."
Neville, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, turned around and looked anxious.
"Well said, Neville!"
Hermione huffed and crossed her arms, but her gaze did not leave the parchment on the table, the messy spell model that was drawn.
"And the 'm' sound in the spell model of Floating Charm is a circular structure, its existence is to limit the input of magic, thereby weakening the charm effect of Floating Charm, so Professor Brenn canceled it!"
"That means!"
Ron's eyes lit up and leaned in close to Hermione, pretending to understand the complex spell model on the parchment.
"Can you use 'Control Object Spell' now?"
"Not so simple, Ron!"
Hermione held her wand and tapped it on the table.
"I only figured out the way Professor Brenn changed this spell, but it doesn't mean I can actually use it... I don't have the strong control over magic to manipulate a complex combination spell made of two skillfully joined parts under the condition of increased magic input!"
Harry, Ron, and Neville looked at each other, suddenly feeling that they had wasted their years of magical studies.
"Hermione..."
Seeing Hermione in a restless state, Harry hesitated and tried to comfort her, "It's okay if you can't use it. You've always been the most outstanding one in Years One and Two. So far, no one has managed to figure out Professor Brenn's 'Control Object Spell'."
"It doesn't matter if I can't use it... What are you saying, Harry?"
Hermione stared at Harry in amazement, as if what Harry said was shocking beyond words, "This is our homework after class!"
"But--"
Neville's chubby hands rubbed against each other, looking even more anxious, "Professor Brenn's exact words were---you can try to study this spell, and if anyone succeeds, I'll give them twenty points..."
"Oh, Neville!" Hermione looked unpleasantly,"We can't slack off just because Professor Brenn's words have loopholes!"
"Don't pay attention to her, Neville, we Perfectionist Miss is dreaming of becoming a 'Saint'!"
The Weasley brothers, who had just been selling dungbombs in the crowd, approached with their arms slung around each other, accompanied by their good friend - the slightly rapping Quidditch match commentator - Lee Jordan.
Hermione immediately rushed angrily to gather a pile of reference books on the table, wrapped them tightly in her arms, picked up her research results, and walked away without looking back towards the girls' dormitory.
"You shouldn't have upset her--"
Ron looked at his two brothers innocence and shrugged his shoulders, "You've gotten me and Harry stuck doing Potions homework on our own now--"
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"Oh, sorry, are you okay?"
Hermione, running up the spiral staircase too fast, accidentally bumped into someone and sent them sprawling on the ground, while the books in her arms tumbled to the floor.
"I'm okay!"
With an abnormal look on her face, Ginnie tightly clutched the bulging pocket in her skirt, got up from the ground and paid little attention to who had bumped into her. She just quickly ran off with her head down, leaving Hermione standing at the foot of the staircase watching Ginnie's back that was filled with panic. Her eyebrows furrowed.
In the dim dormitory, Padma and Lavender were sitting on a bed, clandestinely giggling at Professor Lockhart's signed photo. Soon, they began to discuss which professor, Brenn or Lockhart, was more handsome, and which second-year witch had already received love letters.
Hermione listened with great interest for a while and soon felt bored.
The magic lamp on the bedside cast the thin silhouette of Hermione against the wall opposite the bed. Hermione quietly gazed at the shadow on the wall, recalling the Weasley brothers' joke and Ron's indifferent attitude as he left. For some reason, she suddenly felt that the early spring night was colder than a severe winter.
Hermione wrapped her cup tightly, and a thin layer of mist covered her beautiful brown eyes.
"Only the strong are ever alone..."
Gazing at the dim starlight outside, this thought, coming out of nowhere, rippled through the heart of the lonely young witch...
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