Roommates Are Truly Not Simple

Malfoy Manor's explosion had little to do with Hogwarts. Here, even Voldemort had to tread carefully, and Grindelwald had to lie low. They couldn't disrupt classes for the teachers and students. Anyone wanting to cause trouble had to wait until after the exams.

After finishing breakfast, the Gryffindor first-years began heading to their Charms classroom for their first lesson at Hogwarts, all of them a bit nervous.

Charles and Seamus were no exception, to the point that when they came to their senses, they realized they were lost.

Fortunately, there were many portraits in the castle, and ghosts passed by from time to time. As long as you politely asked for directions, you would get the correct answer.

Everyone except Peeves. Regardless of whether you were polite or not, he would find a way to play a trick on you.

"Look what I found?!" Peeves, passing through the ceiling, appeared in the corridor. "Two little brats, hahahaha! Let me show you how awesome I am!"

He rushed behind a suit of armor at the side of the corridor and pushed the armor towards Charles and Seamus.

"Clang!"

The metal armor fell heavily to the ground, scattering everywhere. Seamus was hit in the shin by a flying helmet, causing him to cry out in pain while clutching his leg, his books falling to the ground.

Charles stepped on a flying metal gauntlet. Seeing Peeves flying towards the suit of armor on the other side of the corridor, he had a guess and kicked the gauntlet.

Just as Peeves was about to push over the second suit of armor, the flying metal gauntlet smashed into him, sending him flying back two meters.

"Who?!" he yelled furiously, "Who dares to..."

"Peeves, Accio!"

"Peeves, Expelliarmus!"

Before Peeves could finish speaking, he was as if grabbed by a large hand, then violently thrown out the window.

"Cool!" Seamus, forgetting his leg pain, ran to Charles's side and asked, "How did you do that? I heard my mother say no one can subdue Peeves!"

Charles said to him, "Let's hurry, don't be late. I'll tell you on the way."

Seamus quickly picked up his textbooks, and he and Charles hurried to the Charms classroom on the fourth floor of the castle.

On the way, Charles said, "Before I came to school, I heard that Peeves can pass through walls, but he can also touch objects. This seems contradictory."

"So I had a guess: Peeves has two states, one where he can penetrate objects and one where he can touch objects. These two states might not coexist."

"He wanted to push over the armor just now, which means he was in a state where he could touch objects. Therefore, objects could also touch him."

"To confirm this guess, I hit him with something. It turned out my guess was correct. So, before he could react, I used the Accio Charm and the Projectile Charm to throw him out."

Seamus didn't quite understand, but it sounded very impressive.

The two finally arrived at the Charms classroom before class. As soon as they sat down, Professor Flitwick appeared with the attendance roster.

Professor Flitwick had to jump onto a stack of books behind the podium to be seen. He opened the roster and began taking attendance.

"Harry... Potter..."

The professor was so excited he almost fainted.

Seamus whispered enviously, "Potter is famous. He's mobbed wherever he goes."

Charles whispered comfortingly, "It's okay, I believe with your talent, you'll be the center of attention too someday."

Seamus said, "I hope so."

He soon would be.

After taking attendance, Professor Flitwick said to everyone, "Learning charms requires gradual progress and diligent practice. Don't expect to master extremely complex charms in your first year."

"Today, we'll start with a simple charm, the 'Gentle Breeze Charm'. Does anyone know this charm?"

As soon as the professor finished speaking, Hermione's hand shot straight up, without a millisecond's delay.

When called upon, Hermione stood up and replied, "The Gentle Breeze Charm creates a gust of wind at the tip of the wand. Its incantation is... blah blah blah... the wand movement is... squish squish..."

Compared to her usual speaking voice, she was a bit excited now, as if doing something she loved.

Professor Flitwick applauded after listening, "Very good, very good! A perfect answer. Two points for Gryffindor."

Charles looked at the back of Hermione's head and knew that after she sat down, she would definitely have a proud smile on her face.

Hermione was actually very sensitive. An 11-year-old girl in a completely unfamiliar environment had been cautious all along. That bit of arrogance was a form of self-protection.

However, she was indeed awesome enough to deserve that arrogance.

Professor Flitwick began explaining to the students how to recite the incantation, how to wave their wands to cast spells, and then it was time for individual practice.

This charm was actually very simple, and many first-years from wizarding families already knew it.

These students had learned through their parents' teachings. However, adult wizards often incorporated their own comfortable casting habits, which might not be suitable for their children.

Professor Flitwick walked around the classroom, correcting their improper techniques, emphasizing learning the standard method first before incorporating their own habits.

When he reached Charles, he marveled at the 460-centimeter wand, which was almost half his height, and then said seriously, "When casting a spell, the main thing is the trajectory of the wand tip. The longer the wand, the easier it is to make mistakes at this point. You need to be careful."

Charles immediately replied, "Thank you, Professor. I'll be careful."

Jack hadn't told him this small detail. This was the difference between an educator and an ordinary person.

After half a class, everyone in the room could make their wands blow out wind like a hairdryer, and they were casting spells on each other, blowing at each other's hair.

Charles felt that Professor Flitwick's choice of such a simple spell for the first lesson was probably to boost everyone's confidence.

At this point, Professor Flitwick asked everyone to come together for a small game that could earn them extra points.

A long table was placed in the open space in front of the podium, with a row of candles spaced about 10 centimeters apart. Professor Flitwick had everyone cast a spell from one end of the long table to see how far they could blow out the candles.

This row of candles was 2 meters long. One point would be awarded for blowing out candles over 1.5 meters, and two points for blowing out the last candle.

Everyone had only one chance, and all used their full strength to cast their spells.

Harry made his appearance under everyone's gaze. He was a bit nervous when casting his spell, and in the end, only 3 candles were still burning.

He sighed helplessly and glanced郁闷地 at Charles.

Charles said a little smugly, "Don't be discouraged. You blew out several more candles than Hermione, who came in third."

At this moment, Seamus stepped up, also a little nervous.

Professor Flitwick said from the side, "No need to be nervous. It's just a small game. Stay calm."

Seamus took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and began to aim at the flames of the candles to cast his spell.

"BOOM!"

A huge sound echoed in the classroom, and everyone covered their ears.

In front of Seamus, let alone the candles, even the long table had disappeared.

Charles felt a little scared in retrospect. Seamus had just used this spell to blow-dry his hair earlier. If the tip of his wand had released such a huge shockwave then, Charles figured he would have ended up lying in the Haggett Cemetery Chamber.

"The old man was right," Charles thought. "Hogwarts is indeed dangerous."