The day after Halloween, all the young wizards were still immersed in the cheerful atmosphere of yesterday's festive feast.
Only one person was an exception.
Luan still rose early as usual and came to the Common Room alone.
Since Professor McGonagall did not allow charm practice in the Common Room, Luan planned to spend the entire morning reading Secrets of Charms: Methods for Modifying Charms.
The contents of this book were very basic magical knowledge, but they were also exceptionally complex.
The book's author, Balfor Blan, divided charms into four parts: incantations, gestures, mediums, and targets.
The section on incantations was further divided into five subsections: syllables, vocabulary, cadence, rhythm, and modifiers.
The material on incantations alone was enough to fill an ordinary tome.
Luan was not intimidated by the book's thickness. By the time he had read a third of the first subsection on syllables, his roommates had finally begun to wake up one after another.
"I really wish today were Saturday."
Still half-asleep, Ron stumbled into the Common Room.
Harry followed behind him, his eyes just as bleary.
"Come on, if you don't wake up, Snape will start calling on people in Potions Class."
Seeing that his two friends lacked any energy, Luan delivered the grim prophecy unique to Fridays.
Two consecutive Potions Classes.
Those words were highly effective against Little Lions who had not yet woken up.
Sure enough, upon hearing Snape's name, not only Harry and Ron but even Neville, who had just come down the stairs, instinctively drew a sharp breath.
The Great Hall had already been restored to its usual appearance that morning, and even the mingled scent of last night's foods had completely dispersed.
There were finally no pumpkins on the dining tables.
Ron immediately grabbed a bowl of Hagrid's Biscuits and began