Weasley is our king at Hogwarts

Fred could clearly see that the Bowtruckle's somewhat yellowed and holed little arms gradually turned green, and the small holes in its little arms also gradually healed.

The Bowtruckle's little face finally no longer suffered from pain. It stood up in Fred's hand and rubbed the two small leaves on its head against Fred's fingers, as if to express its gratitude.

Soon, the morning herbal class ended. Fred was eating lunch in the auditorium while looking forward to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the first class in the afternoon. He didn't know what Professor Charles would teach in this class.

The last lesson started with a very practical wand lighting spell, which made Fred very satisfied.

After eating, Fred and George did not return to the Gryffindor lounge. Fred pulled George and persuaded him earnestly: "George, do you want to go out for the weekend?"

"Of course!" George replied without hesitation.

"Then let's do some homework first. If we finish it early, we will have more time to go out and play, especially the secret passage!" Fred suggested.

George rolled his eyes, "That makes sense!"

So Fred and George took out parchment and quills and started writing their homework in the auditorium. It wasn't until the first class in the afternoon that they arrived in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor.

Outside the classroom, Professor Charles can be seen sitting on the lecture table, with his legs spread apart and his hands holding the edge of the lecture table, watching the little wizards coming in one by one.

Fred was about to enter when "Bang!"

Suddenly, a little wizard bumped into him. Fred only felt pain in his shoulders, and then his whole body tilted forward. He could no longer stand still. He staggered a few times, and finally managed to regain his balance.

"Haha, isn't this Gryffindor's genius? Why can't he stand still?" A brown-haired boy wearing a Slytherin uniform stood in front of Fred and mocked with pride.

Fred stood firm, raised his head, looked at the Slytherin boy in front of him who was shorter than him, and realized that it was obviously this man who hit him just now.

Fred couldn't swallow this breath, so he pulled out his wand and said, "Wingardim Leviosa!" He waved it viciously at the brown-haired boy in front of him.

"Snapped!"

As soon as Fred's wand clicked, the brown-haired boy was lifted off the ground and levitating wasn't enough!

Fred kept his wand pointed at the brown-haired boy in the air, and slowly continued to lift it up to the height of the table!The height of the door frame!Hit the ceiling!

"Ah!!! Help, help!" The brown-haired boy kept waving his hands and feet in the air!Shouting hysterically!

"Hahahaha!" The little wizards watching the fun burst into laughter.

"Hey~ Isn't this Slytherin's little snake? When will snakes fly?"

"You were scared away, right?!"

"Why are you flying higher and higher? Should you be shoulder to shoulder with the sun?"

"Hahahaha!"

The little lions of Gryffindor fought back wildly.

"Fred! Stop your levitation spell and put him down slowly. Don't come down too fast." Professor Charles, who was sitting on the lecture table, obviously saw what happened. He stepped forward and asked Fred to put him down. The little Slytherin wizard put down.

Fred had no choice but to wave his wand and slowly place the little brown-haired wizard on the ground.

The little brown-haired wizard was obviously frightened, his legs were shaking so much that he couldn't stand still.

"Huh? Why did Slytherin's little snake turn into a soft-legged snake?" Fred shouted angrily.

"Nonsense, snakes don't have legs, they all rely on crawling!" George continued cooperatively.

"Hahahaha!" The little wizards of Gryffindor spread their arms around with laughter.

"Okay! It's time for class, get everything done!" Professor Charles' tone suddenly became serious.

The little wizards had to sit down obediently.

Professor Charles didn't deduct Fred's points, which made Fred re-examine Professor Charles. It seemed that Professor Charles not only had a kinder personality, but also could see right from wrong when facing conflicts in the academy.

"Okay, in the last class, the students basically mastered the wand illuminating spell. In this class, we will continue to learn the wand extinguishing spell..."

Professor Charles said that he wanted to practice the wand extinguishing spell, which disappointed Fred. He had already mastered the illuminating spell and the extinguishing spell. Could it be that this lesson was wasted.

Fred and George lay on the table, holding their wands out of boredom and turning them on and off, on and off, feebly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Professor Charles came over. He bent his fingers and tapped on Fred and George’s desk, “Dong dong~”

Fred looked up, "What's wrong, Professor?"

"I know that you have used the lighting spell and the extinguishing spell very well. And you, Fred, the floating spell just now is also very beautiful. Different learning speeds require different teaching speeds. Today I will teach you new ones. Magic spell." Professor Charles looked at Fred and smiled.

"Okay!" Fred and George waved their fists happily.

"I ask you, what would you do if a large group of dark wizards surrounded you?" Professor Charles first asked a question.

Fred was lost in thought and surrounded by a large group of dark wizards?I'm going to die if I have a magic spell for each person. What a slap in the face!

Unless I can disappear under their noses!

"Professor, is there any invisibility spell?" Fred asked cautiously.

"Haha, Fred, you always surpass my expectations!" Professor Charles laughed loudly, "The Disguise Curse is a very advanced spell. It can make people or objects invisible. It is often only at the Auror level. Only wizards use it."

"So what we are going to teach today is not this, but another simpler spell, the smoke screen spell, which can also be found in "Dark Magic: Self-Defense Guide." Professor Charles pointed his wand at Fred on the table A wave of the book.

Fred's "Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" automatically opened to the page about the smoke screen spell.

Professor Charles pointed at the text in the book with his wand, "The Smoke Screen Spell is a spell that can be used to create a defensive smoke screen, so think about it, if you are surrounded, would it be better to use a Smoke Screen Spell? Confuse The enemy's vision provides you with opportunities to escape and fight."

In this way, it seems that Professor Charles's suggestion is more appropriate.

"You two come with me. This is not a suitable place to cast a smoke screen spell." Professor Charles turned around and led Fred and George to the front of the classroom.

Walking up the stairs behind the podium, there is a pointed brown wooden door on the high platform with the golden words "Professor Charles Wilson's Office" written on the wooden door.

Professor Charles opened the door and walked in with Fred and George.

This is a small room. The room is very simple. There are not many decorations. There is a desk, a bookcase, and a box. There is a small picture frame on the desk, but it is facing away from Fred who came in, so he cannot see the picture frame. characters.

Professor Charles leaned on the edge of the desk, looked at Fred and said, "Okay, let's start. The spell of the Smoke Screen Curse is 'Smoke', and its spelling gesture is to draw a spiral line with a wand."

"To be more specific, we start from a point and draw a spiral outward in a circle. Do you understand?" Professor Charles also tried to cast a spell on his hand.

Fred didn't understand what Professor Charles meant at first, but only after looking at his movements did he understand that he wanted to draw a circle similar to a whirlpool.

Under the gaze of Professor Charles, Fred used his wand and tried to draw a spiral line, "Smoke!"

"Bang~"

A deafening sound came from Fred's wand, and then the head of Fred's wand actually emitted a curl of gray smoke, but there was only a wisp, and it dissipated in the air within a few seconds.

"Smaller the spiral." Charles pointed out Fred's problem.

"Yeah." Fred hummed, and then again, "Smoke!"

"Boom~"

A large amount of gray smoke suddenly burst out from the head of Fred's wand!And they are still popping up!Professor Charles's office was completely covered in a few seconds!

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough!"

The three of them were choked. Through the gray smoke, Fred could just barely see Professor Charles lying down next to the small high window, opening the window, and fanning himself desperately.

"I succeeded too! I succeeded too!" George shouted. The office where his vision had just become clearer became completely invisible in the next moment.

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough!"

Fred finally couldn't stand it anymore, "Door! Where is the door! I want to get out!"

The little wizards outside the office looked confused. They only heard the three people in the office coughing and shouting to come out.

-------------------------------------

Fred and George were walking on the road to the Quidditch pitch with lingering fears. They had just been half-dead by their own smoke screen spells.

Now it is really comfortable to walk on the tree-lined grass. Breathing in the fresh and earthy air feels like a new life.

The reason why I want to go to the Quidditch pitch is that the last lesson this afternoon is a flying lesson, a lesson on how to sit on a broom and fly.

Fred also had considerable interest and expectations in flying lessons.

If you ride a magic broom and fight against Voldemort's Death Eaters, you can increase your winning rate by a considerable amount.After all, if you fly fast, there is a high probability that the opponent's spells will not hit you. Of course, the premise is that your flying skills must be quite proficient.

The Quidditch pitch is far, far away from the castle. It is an oval pitch about the size of a football field, and may be longer than a football field.

The oval stadium is surrounded by a circle of auditoriums that can accommodate many spectators. If you want to see higher, there are extremely high tower auditoriums rising from the ground. Sitting on them should be able to cover the entire stadium. The entire stadium was completely hidden.

Fred was close, and he could see scattered young wizards in costumes from various houses approaching the Quidditch pitch.