Chapter 159

"Wizet, what happened to Ron's wand?" Harry asked nervously. "Why did the Acromantula attack Ron?"

Wizet waved his wand and casually Transfigured a complete set of tables and chairs for receiving guests.

"Let's sit down and talk," he said, gesturing for Harry and the other two to take their seats. "I think the main reason is... Ron cast a very ancient kind of magic."

Watching Wizet cast the spell, Hermione pressed her lips together like Minerva McGonagall.

"Me? I cast a very ancient kind of magic?" Ron blinked. "But I didn't say an incantation. At most, I just waved my wand... Does that count as casting magic?"

"You did say an incantation, actually..." Wizet said. "Incantations aren't always that complicated... Some songs and rhymes, for example, can count as incantations too."

"When I was at the Hog's Head Inn, I learned this sort of magic from the innkeeper. For instance, through a rhyme, you can turn flour, eggs, and butter into delicious bread."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another, each seeing the surprise in the others' eyes.

They were not surprised that Wizet seemed to know everything. They simply had not expected the owner of the Hog's Head Inn... to know how to bake bread.

At least, in their impression, aside from being filthy and chaotic, the Hog's Head Inn's owner did not have a particularly good reputation.

"Oh! I think I remember now!" Ron said in sudden realization. "When I was little, Mum used to sing while making dinner for us..."

"Do you remember that spell I used before? 'Daisy, sweet cream, and sunshine, turn this silly fat old rat yellow'... It seems to have been a similar kind of magic."

"I remember!" Harry nodded repeatedly. "That was when we first met. You wanted to cast a