Lumos?
All the audience members began to doubt whether they had heard correctly.
To use an arithmetic analogy, the Lumos in the study of magic is nothing more than addition and subtraction within ten.
Even though they knew that the spell was a deadly poison for Magic Fairy Apprentice in this world, they still couldn't subconsciously connect it with the Lumos.
However, the Little Magic Fairy don't have such preconceived notions. From childhood, they have always been told by their parents about the dangers of spell names. Even though they are Little Magic Fairy from the ordinary world, they have been educated about the relevant precautions. So they all look solemn and sit up straight without realizing it, even Ron.
[Lumos] X n
An ocean of light enveloped everyone.
Everyone seemed to be glowing, illuminated to the point of being almost transparent, yet the light was not dazzling, like the glow of fireflies in a summer night field gradually coming together.
Harry found it very strange.
During today's lessons, whether he was in Merlin's Circle, merging with nature, or summoning spirits and little devils, he only felt a throbbing sensation in his head and a satisfying feeling of magic filling his entire body.
The A History of Magic only helped him better understand elves and how to use the magic book.
The course on the study of things only taught him some complicated theoretical knowledge; in practice, it only made him wonder if the incantation was just made up.
Only now did he have a real sense of using magic.
But this was different from the feeling of casting spells before. As the incantation was chanted, it was as if a gaze was being cast on him from the darkness, and most of his magic power was being drained away.
Then the light appeared out of thin air.
It wasn't a warmth at the fingertips that appeared as the wand shone at its tip; it came directly from within the body.
Moreover, the light was so intense that it was more like a blazing sun spell than Lumos.
But the most amazing thing was that after the spell was cast, the light gradually disappeared from his body, and something warm seemed to seep into his body as the light disappeared, flowing in his blood and pulsating with his nerves.
I tentatively extended my fingertip, a thought flashed through my mind, and light began to condense, like the bright moonlight wrapped around snowflakes falling onto my fingertip.
Without chanting incantations or the aid of Magic Immortal Artifact, the power of the Lumos arises with each thought.
However, Harry's 'feat' did not cause a sensation.
They were inconspicuous even in the classroom because almost everyone did it.
"This is the pact with the spell. Simple, quick," Professor Flitwick said, "But also more brutal and direct."
"The Spell Spirit will assume that the fairy who recites its name is going to sign a contract with it and directly collect the price, without considering whether the contractor can afford it."
"You should all have felt it; a large portion of your magic power was directly taken away."
"If Magic Fairy Apprentice has not yet undergone the courses of magic Magic Immortal Artifact, spirit awakening, herbs and Care of Magical Creatures Class, he may very well lose his life because of this."
"So, how can we avoid this risk?"
There are two methods.
"First, hold the Magic Immortal Artifact tightly."
"When the amount of magic demanded threatens your lifeline, it will suppress your connection with the Spell Spirit."
"Second, find a 'guarantor'."
"The Spell Spirit does not recognize small loans and prefers large, lump-sum repayments."
"But if you find a reliable 'guarantor,' they will be willing to take things slowly with you, first lending you a small sum of money and then repaying it in multiple installments."
"What is a 'guarantor'? How do you find someone to act as a guarantor?" Ravenclaw's Terry Boot asked curiously.
"How many parts does a complete spell usually consist of?" Professor Flitwick asked, keeping everyone in suspense.
Terry Boot replied, "Three parts. The first part is Balala or Guna La Goddess of Darkness; the second part is the creator of the spell, the name of the Spell-Speaking Magic Fairy; and the third part is the effect of the spell."
"Because there are so many spells with the same effect, only by distinguishing between the first and second parts can we accurately associate them with the corresponding spells."
"Yes," Professor Flitwick nodded with a smile, "This is actually a form of guarantee."
"And the 'guarantor' is the name of the creator of the corresponding spell."
"Add the name of its creator before the complete incantation."
"For example, [Lumos] is [Nox - Lumos]."
Hermione raised her question in a high-pitched voice, "Is there a more direct way for us to measure our own magical power, so that we can consult books to see if our magical power meets the requirements before we want to cast a contract spell?"
Professor Flitwick clapped his hands. "A very good idea."
"However, there are far too many spells, and new ones are constantly being created."
"Moreover, the magical power they need is not only about quantity, but also about the 'flavor' of the Little Magic Fairy herself."
"And this 'flavor' is also mysteriously related to the Little Magic Fairy's own potential."
"These are things that cannot be quantified."
"Here I want to remind you, even if you already have the Magic Immortal Artifact."
"But before it awakens, when faced with some very powerful spells, the method of holding onto it to break the connection and prevent the loss of magic power is likely to fail."
"That would be terrible," Ernie of Hufflepuff worried. "I've always had the habit of reading and writing at the same time, which helps me remember better."
"What if I accidentally recite the name of a spell?"
Ernie's words were like a spark falling into a pile of firewood, igniting a chain reaction.
Everyone started discussing it.
Pansy, who enjoys waking up early to recite poetry and cultivate her own temperament, secretly wonders if someone might insert a cursed name into her poetry collection in order to assassinate her.
Harry, a first-year student, looked at Phoebe, puffed out his chest, and declared that he was incredibly talented and learned, often able to utter philosophical sayings without being taught. What if one of these sayings happened to coincide with the name of a spell?
Professor Flitwick deliberately waited for them to discuss for a while before calling a halt.
"You don't really need to worry about this too much."
"After tomorrow's Dark Magic class, ordinary spells will not pose a threat to your lives; at most, you will be unconscious and weak."
"Furthermore, you will only react to the spell if you know that it is the name of the spell and pronounce it."
"Nothing will actually happen if you know nothing about it."
"However, what you're discussing is very interesting. So Professor Flitwick smirked, "Write a 600-word essay about the issues you're concerned about, taking into account the content of this lesson and the 'The Book of Spells: Beginner' which will be unlocked after class. Send it to my email by Wednesday afternoon."
"Alright, get out of class dismissed."
"Indeed suspicious."
"It seems we didn't choose the wrong person."
"What was he doing in the Hufflepuff Common Room?"
The speakers were Harry, Phoebe, Krum, and two others.
As soon as class ended, they fell far behind Cedric, who was, in their eyes, Edward Cullen.
They discovered he hadn't returned to the Slytherin Common Room and was heading towards the Hufflepuff Common Room.
"Perhaps the Magic Fairy Colorful Stone is hidden in Hufflepuff Common Room?" Krum guessed.
Phoebe 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 stepped forward.
As he asked the questions, he instructed the Prewett Brothers, one to control his body and the other to control the Golden Snitch, to fly away through blind spots and secretly gather information.
(Ron, "You despicable scoundrel—well done, Krum!")
Harry said, "In his second year, Lucius Malfoy somehow managed to send a Dark Magic artifact into the school."
(Draco Malfoy, who had been gloomy and hiding in his dormitory, said, "That's slander, Potter!")
Phoebe raised an eyebrow, "That Death Eater with the whitest legs at the World Cup?"
(Inside the Malfoy Manor, Narcissa Malfoy, who was fortunate enough to escape imprisonment, suddenly felt dizzy.)
( In the Azkaban, Lucius Malfoy's face turned red as he recalled the miserable experience of being hung upside down after the World Cup, his long legs exposed only by his underwear.)
(Snape recalled his most painful memory: being hung upside down by James Potter, his darkened underwear exposed to Lily and everyone else.)
(He began to find Harry repulsive again.)
Harry suppressed a laugh. "The whitest legs? I didn't really care, but it was him."
"That item was given to him by Voldemort, and it contains the memories of the young Voldemort."
"It controlled the Thousand-Year Basilisk hidden in the Chamber of Secrets, petrified Filch's cat, several students, and even a ghost."
(Colin raises his hand, "I'm one of them! I came to deliver grapes to Harry!")
(Voldemort, lamenting the tragic fate of his Diary Horcrux in the Chamber of Secrets, realized something was wrong. "Barty Crouch Jr., we need to move immediately. This place will be exposed soon.")
"Wait a minute," Krum said, his face contorted in a strange tone, "The Basilisk, and several students petrified? I remember Hogwarts was supposed to be the safest place in the world."
Harry coughed. "There's nothing we can do. Lucius Malfoy is School Governor, and Voldemort is a descendant of Slytherin. This is sabotage by our own people."
"Just like the story of the Trojan Horse."
"However, Lucius Malfoy is no longer the headmaster and has gone to prison. The Diary containing Voldemort's memories has also been destroyed long ago."
"Finally, with the help of Fawkes —that is, Dumbledore's phoenix—I drew Sword of Gryffindor, killed the Basilisk, and destroyed the Diary."
"Dumbledore returned and Ginny —my current girlfriend—was rescued."
"How romantic!" Phoebe's eyes seemed to sparkle. "If someone saved me like that, I would be their girlfriend too."
Harry blushed.
(Ginny's expression was a mixture of resentment and sweetness.)
"Harry, I've always thought your title of the Chosen One was just for show. But now, in your first year you were protecting the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort, and in your second year you defeated Voldemort's memories and the Thousand-Year Basilisk," Krum said with great admiration. "And what did you do in your third year, last year?"
(Sirius laughs heartily, "He saved me and Buckbeak last year!")
(Ron stands on a bench and shouts to those around him, "I was involved too!")
(Hermione smiled and leaned on Basil's shoulder, lost in memories.)
Harry scratched the back of his head shyly. "It's nothing. I just happened to have a reason to do it. I think anyone else would have done the same."
He did not answer Krum's question directly.
Although Sirius has been exonerated since Dumbledore took over the Ministry of Magic.
But he didn't want to say it, because it made him feel like he was showing off.
"Alright, I haven't gotten to the main point yet!"
Do you know where Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is?
"Where?" Phoebe asked quickly.
Mistakenly believing that the Magic Fairy Colorful Stone were Slytherin's relics, she was eager to know the location of the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets.
Seeing how excited Phoebe was, Harry stopped teasing her and said, "The girls' washroom on the third floor."
"What?" Phoebe's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"What kind of psychopath was Salazar Slytherin?" Krum couldn't help but ask.
"The point isn't whether it's perverted or not. What I mean is that Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is in the girls' bathroom, so how could the Magic Fairy Colorful Stone not be hidden in Hufflepuff's common room?" Harry said. "Besides, the Hufflepuff Common Room is supposedly never been entered by outer house students."
Although he really wanted to join in saying that Slytherin was a pervert, as a Hogwarts student, it was still a bit inappropriate to speak ill of one of the Founders in front of students from other schools.
Moreover, he had other motives.
Krum rolled his eyes. "Instead of guessing that the Magic Fairy Colorful Stone are in Hufflepuff's common room, I think you should go down to the girls' restroom on the third floor and see if there's Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets there."
"Even without the Magic Fairy Colorful Stone, having some Slytherin books would be a good thing for us."
"That works. But it's inconvenient for me, since you have two bodies." Harry nodded.
His original intention was to mislead Krum and Phoebe, making them waste time searching for the location of the Magic Fairy Colorful Stone in the wrong place.
The girls' restroom and the Hufflepuff Common Room made no difference to him.
Having learned the whole story from the Weasley twins, he knew that the Magic Fairy Colorful Stone were hidden in that mist.
The reason he didn't personally investigate the girls' restroom was not only because he knew he was being broadcast live and didn't want to be seen as a pervert, but also because he believed that Slytherin himself was still alive and wouldn't do something so shameful.
"Okay." Krum was momentarily lost in thought and nodded in agreement to this shameful thing.
The next second, oh no, oh no, I forgot I was still live streaming!
But he didn't have time to be shy or embarrassed.
His attention was now completely focused on something else.
The reason he was lost in thought was the conversation between two people in the corner.
A dialogue between Edward Cullen and Cedric of this world.
"... Why are you bothering me, and why did you choose to meet here, Edward Cullen, or rather, the genius Red Magic Fairy?" Cedric was annoyed.
"I'm doing this for your own good," Cullen said gently.
"After all, you didn't want to either." His voice was so low that the rest was barely audible.
Cedric quickly replied, "Okay, okay, I promise! I promise you everything, alright?"
"A wise choice, Diggory," Cullen said. "See you tomorrow, I'll contact you."
"I know." Cedric lowered his head.