Hogwarts White Knight

Professor Flitwick taught in the Charms class that when casting a spell, you must speak clearly and shout the correct spell.

Otherwise one would be like that poor wizard Barufio who said an 's' instead of an 'f' and found himself lying on the floor with a buffalo on his chest.

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

It wasn't until he had a sudden idea and asked Miranda Gorshak about this matter that he realized that the reality was really exaggerated, and this wizard...

The heart is so big.

"Of course it's true! And he made the spell public! But what's the use of that thing? Give yourself a chunk of unbaked filet?"

Miranda said so, but Gawain suspected that the more real reason why this spell was not promoted was because it would violate the law of secrecy and allow wizards to connect with ordinary people.

A bison that big must have a source.

Although the filet is indeed delicious.

But this has nothing to do with Gawain.

After casting the curse and confirming that the spell was effective and that there was no cow standing on his chest, Gawain simply pointed his wand at the ground and used a spring of water to wash away the unseemly rune.

Then, he ran towards the castle.

As soon as Gawain rushed into the hall, two owls that had been waiting for a long time rushed towards him impatiently, trying to scratch Gawain's face.

In the morning, Gawain made an appointment with them, asking them to wait for him in the foyer in four hours, and promised a large amount of "tribute" to ensure that they would not forget it.

"Meow!"

Mrs. Lorris looked at the two fat chickens and then at Gawain's lunch box. After hesitating for a moment, she retreated to the corner.

As noble as she is, she would not admit that she could not beat these two fat chickens, but she had already eaten enough 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. This one is for Hermione Granger, okay? She's in the stands outside?"

Gawain took out two pieces of parchment that had been folded into rolls and handed them to them respectively.

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

Owls like to eat pistachios, nuts with a complex flavor that are a little salty and a little sweet, but they can't shell them. When wizards feed them, they often like to use more common cashew nuts.

So they are always willing to help Gawain with his work.

So far so good with the plan.

"Okay, the next step is..."

Gawain took out his wand and quickly walked along the movable stairs to the Charms classroom in the middle of the fourth floor, where there was a secret passage leading to the trophy display room.

He certainly wasn't going to see Tom Riddle, or his own medal. The thing was even plated with copper, and Gawain suspected more than once that the school governor of Hogwarts was careless.

It's because the corridor leading to the restricted area on the fourth floor is right next to the trophy display room.

"alohomora. (Alohomora opens)"

Gawain pointed his wand at the lock of the trophy room, whispered a spell, and the keyhole opened with a click. It's very small inside, with only room for a few people to stand.

He hid behind a large corner cabinet.

"Now, I'm here to say hello, Professor."

Gawain crossed his fingers.

He was inexplicably expecting that Professor Quirrell would move faster than he thought, because if he was slower, Professor Dumbledore would be the first to arrive.

That would be boring.

Almost when Gawain had just hid himself, messy footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.

"Master! Forgive me! Please forgive me!"

It was Professor Quirrell, who was crying softly, as aggrieved as the abyss who was pranked by Gawain with a can that day.

"Trash, go quickly!"

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nbsp; It was another voice, cold and cruel.

It is very weak, and its energy is like a gossamer.

Seeing Professor Quirrell walking through the trophy display room and about to enter the restricted corridor, Gawain hid by the door with satisfaction, the wand in his hand flashing.

——He didn’t want to be written down by the Dark Lord, and he didn’t want to let him go on a date with Lu Wei, but he wanted to take revenge and give him a lot of trouble.

So, the best way.

Just let Professor Quirrell stay in this corridor until Professor Dumbledore flies over.

And how to do this?

Gawain has a very wild idea.

First, he needs to enter a super-sensory state to greatly improve his mastery of magic spells.

With the green jade and the thing he had after going to the Forbidden Forest to "hand in the mission" with the centaurs last weekend, he could now withstand the 1.5 times acceleration for a few minutes.

"lumos"

Gawain fired one ball of light from the tip of the wand one after another, until he had accumulated fifteen or six balls, and then he stopped. This was the limit of his control.

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

At least for now.

"Go!"

Gawain quietly sent these light balls into the corridor and quickly caught up with Professor Quirrell. He was still walking minding his own business and didn't even notice them.

Next comes the most important step.

"accio quirinus quirrells garlic head scalf! (Professor Quirrell's garlic head scalf comes flying)"

Gawain exhaled the curse and pointed out clearly in his mind that it was the one Professor Quirrell was wearing.

With a "swish", the long scarf was about to fly off his head. Quirrell said, "Ah! Who is it!" He reached out in panic and scratched the back of his head, trying to stop it.

But this is the moment Gawain has been waiting for.

Quirrell turned his head in panic.

Fluorescent flash? Blinding the dog's eyes? Black Friday promotion? Fifteen times enhanced version? The mosaic will be blurred for you

Professor Quirrell, saw the sun!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Gawain smiled wildly but silently. He had never heard anyone sing the screams to the tune of four or four beats like Professor Quirrell.

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

"Idiot! Trash! You are a wizard!"

The cold voice said angrily.

But he succeeded in reminding Quirrell.

"finite inca. (curse stop)"

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

Gawain must not let him succeed.

When Quirrell turned his head just now, even though it was only a glance, Gawain saw a ferocious and cruel face on the back of his head.

"pythonissam (witches' night)."

Gawain pointed his wand at the corridor and breathed out a spell.

This is exactly what Hermione found on the train when he came to Hogwarts in the thick and scary book of medieval witch spells.

Its only function is to use magic spells to induce a very creepy witch's scream in a designated place. It was probably used by witches in the past to prevent unrelated villagers from approaching when they were brewing potions.

But after Gawain paid a huge price (mostly psychological), and after rumors of new ghosts were born in Ravenclaw Tower, and after several of his pillows were ripped apart by the abyss...

He succeeded in sublimating this curse.

just now.

it.

Yes.

Stereo.