Hermione's absurd idea had formed how, Luan had no idea.
In any case, he immediately dismissed Hermione's notion of raising donations for him.
It was not that he looked down on donated clothes and supplies, but even if he received them now, he had no way to bring them back to Xilin.
At that thought, Luan silently put away his wand. He felt that finding a way to increase food was more important.
As for his charm practice, that was something that required long-term persistence.
His Petrifying Charm could now last over five minutes, and he could cast it as fast as Zalan could fire three rounds of arrows.
As for Locomotor Mortis, its effects could last more than thirty minutes, and he could cast it quickly enough to go head-to-head with Zalan.
One round of arrows, one spell.
Luan was already quite satisfied with reaching that speed.
Especially after learning that Zalan was the most skilled of all the old soldiers in the alley, he knew his charms had reached the basic standard for self-defense.
Just after Luan put away his wand, the Common Room's Portrait Door opened.
Professor McGonagall entered the lounge and began her once-a-month routine inspection.
First, she stopped George and Fred from setting off fireworks indoors.
Then she forbade Lee Jordan from keeping a large spider loose in the Common Room.
Finally, as she was about to leave, McGonagall noticed Luan in the corner.
"Mr. Scarlett, you may not practice charms in the Common Room. I hope you will remember that."
"Uh, yes, Professor."
Not until McGonagall climbed back through the Portrait Door did Luan look at Hermione in confusion.
"Don't look at me. I didn't tell on you."
"That's not what I mean. Is there even a rule like that in the school rules?"