No One Can Command Me

"See? That one, the one opposite Harry Potter."

"The one with black hair and black eyes?"

"Yes, that's her! The one who turned boogers into bullets to attack classmates!"

"Really? She looks so good... I mean, she looks very kind. Is there some hidden reason?"

"Shut up, you idiot who only looks at faces. I've heard all about it. They just thought she picked her nose, and she thought they were dirty. The victim is still in the hospital wing. I heard their nose bridge is completely shattered, with two holes near the root of their nose!"

"That fierce? Is she going to hit me?"

Two Hufflepuffs casually walked past the Gryffindor table as if by accident, then sneakily circled back.

Eliana: ...

Harry: ...

Eliana flew into a rage, "When did I ever turn boogers into bullets and attack people? Am I the kind of person who is so gentle and kind? If you lie again, I'll break both your teeth off!"

The two exchanged a terrified glance and bolted – they didn't even have time to grab a piece of bread from their own house table for lunch.

One yelled as he ran, "I told you she was fierce! Look, just turning into bullets isn't enough for her anymore!"

The other glanced back reluctantly, "But she's really beautiful, even when she's angry. If I let her hit me a couple of times to vent, do you think she'd be willing to go on a date with me?"

"Was your brain already beaten by her?"

Harry, beside them, was trying so hard not to laugh that his head was nearly buried in his chest.

"I wouldn't even look at your grave if I were beaten to death by you!"

Eliana, exasperated, waved her wand. The streusen on the table shot out like javelins, hitting the two pursuers three times each before one of them plunged violently into the talkative one's mouth.

"If your mouth is so idle, eat more. After all, your brain isn't working at all. At least let the ball on your neck have one organ with a purpose!"

She cast a fierce glare at the people around her, "If I hear anyone spreading nonsense again, I'll turn their nose hairs into needles and poke them into their nostrils! I just learned this in Transfiguration today!"

She flicked her wand sharply, and a protruding thread from the tablecloth transformed into a needle, piercing the cloth.

Oh dear, today's meal is truly... everyone lowered their heads.

But Harry, in contrast, looked up, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Eliana:

Transfiguration is really difficult. After a whole class, only Hermione's matchstick changed slightly with all the wand-waving. But now, Eliana can already turn a thread into a needle.

So amazing.

Eliana's fierce gaze swept over.

Harry shivered and hastily wrapped two things from the table in a napkin, "I'm going to take food to Ron! He's still in the hospital wing, he needs to eat more to supplement his nutrition."

He said, holding up the dry bread.

"Then hurry up and go!"

Eliana crunched on her steak, as if biting into someone's flesh.

However, overall, life at the magic school was pretty good.

After losing face in Transfiguration, she was determined to reflect on her mistakes and found an empty classroom to practice on her own. After a few tries, she could skillfully turn a matchstick into a needle. Then she tried dyeing the matchstick black, bending it, breaking it, and attempting to transform it, all successfully.

But Eliana was not satisfied. She tried adding some carvings to it. After several failures, she succeeded, although it was just a slightly crooked line – but this greatly boosted her confidence.

If she couldn't make it in the wizarding world in the future, she'd set up a stall in the Muggle world selling needles, claiming they were handmade crafts and selling them at a high price!

Right, when she was doing odd jobs in Chinatown before, she saw some Chinese shops selling micro-carvings, like landscapes carved onto a small walnut. It was beautiful, especially when she knew how much they could sell for, tears of shock streamed down her face.

--Then the shop owner misunderstood and thought she was craving walnuts and cursed her, "A wild boar can't eat fine grain."

If she could carve those patterns onto something as thin as a needle, it would probably be even more expensive, right?

Eliana just imagined it slightly, and her wand-wielding hand felt full of power.

But it was really difficult. She tried for an entire noon, and before Herbology class in the afternoon, she had only managed to add two even wavy lines to the needle.

She pouted and went to Herbology class.

The Herbology teacher was Professor Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff, a short, plainly dressed witch with a gentle smile on her face, just like the lovely plants she introduced to them, making people want to get closer.

Eliana liked her.

She also liked the mushrooms she displayed in their first class; they looked delicious – although she hadn't eaten them.

Charms class was taught by Professor Flitwick, the Head of Ravenclaw, a teacher with a bit of goblin ancestry who needed to stand on a stack of books to teach. When he called Harry's name, he excitedly fell off the books and disappeared with a yelp – this also made Eliana feel that this teacher seemed a bit unreliable.

This little interlude dragged on for about ten minutes. Perhaps because of the lack of time, Professor Flitwick didn't teach any spells in the first lesson. Instead, he first talked about the theoretical origins and development of charms, and then asked the students in the classroom:

"Has anyone already learned one or two spells?"

Hermione demonstrated 'Reparo', and Professor Flitwick awarded her five points.

"Anyone else? If you succeed, I will still award you points."

Ron hesitantly raised his hand, "Fred taught me a spell."

"Then please demonstrate it, Mr. Weasley."

Ron drew out his wand, "Sunlight, daisies, and butter, turn this fat, stupid rat yellow."

The fat rat stared blankly at them, its fur completely unchanged.

"Oh... maybe it didn't quite work," Ron's face turned as red as his hair, and he mumbled as he sat down.

"It's normal for young wizards to not be able to control their magic well," Professor Flitwick comforted him. "More practice will help. Anyone else?"

Malfoy snorted with laughter and whispered mockingly, "Not even a squeak? Don't tell me you're a Squib, Weasley?"

Ron glared at Malfoy, his face flushed. "You're so great! I don't see you casting any spells either?!"

Malfoy tossed his wand dismissively, nostrils flared. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The quill on the table wobbled and floated up.

"Excellent Levitation Charm, Slytherin gets five points!"

"Do you think everyone is as useless as you, Weasley?" Malfoy's nostrils flared so high they seemed about to touch the ceiling.

Ron's face turned the color of liver, and he took a heavy breath. He suddenly turned to Eliana.

"Didn't you say you were sorry and wanted to compensate me? I don't want any other compensation. Just cast a spell to upstage Malfoy!"

Eliana: ...

I was just being polite, and you actually want compensation?

Seeing her silence, Ron thought she couldn't remember what spell to use and eagerly offered suggestions. "That one you used to turn my booger into a silver bean, that one was great."

He looked at Malfoy's dark nostrils and said viciously, "Turn Malfoy's booger into one!"

Malfoy flinched and pulled his neck back. "Weasley, are you so useless now that you can only hide behind a girl?"

But he still warily covered his nostrils.

"No one can order me around, Ron!"

Eliana unhappily drew her wand.

The people around them scattered with a whoosh, everyone nervously covering their noses. Her location instantly changed from a bustling crowd to a no-man's-land.

"And what do you mean by that? Do you look down on women?!"

Eliana looked at Malfoy, who clutched his nose even tighter, looking as if he might call for the professor at any moment.

But Eliana's wand wasn't pointed at him. She aimed at a feather floating in the classroom and suddenly waved her wand.

The feather exploded with a bang, and the burnt black ash rained down.

"Explosion Charm! This is advanced stuff. Although the power isn't very great, for your age to be able to cast it is amazing! Gryffindor gets ten points!"

Eliana's eyes lit up.

After class, she zipped over to Professor Flitwick. "Professor, can you explain the Explosion Charm to me in detail?"