Charms Class Before Halloween

In the days that followed, the news of Harry officially joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team spread through Hogwarts like wildfire.

Beyond being the Boy Who Lived, he had gained another identity: the youngest Seeker at Hogwarts in a century.

On Friday afternoon, Wood took him for his first practice.

The results of the training were kept confidential, but that night, a celebration lasted until the early hours in the Gryffindor common room.

As a member of Gryffindor, Silvan naturally participated. He even took the time to watch a Gryffindor practice session, taking the opportunity to shove a broken broomstick into the very back of the broom cupboard.

It wasn't exactly broken, just a simple replacement of the handle; it wouldn't affect normal flight... well, probably.

Using the discarded century-old fir wood and the last remaining hair from McGonagall, Silvan quickly crafted his second wand.

[Fir wood, wizard hair, thirteen inches]

[Status: Perfect]

[Attribute: Transfiguration +17(55)%]

Just as Silvan had expected, this wand lacked [Camouflage], but in exchange, the base bonus and the cap for Transfiguration had both been increased.

It was hard to say which was better; after all, once this kind of bonus reached a certain level, it became very difficult to improve further. 55% was the highest Silvan had ever seen.

He tried waving it, turning the ink bottle on his desk into an exquisite teapot.

It felt as easy as turning a match into a needle, but a teapot was far more complex than a needle, even featuring intricate patterns and textures on its surface.

"Feels pretty good."

Silvan decided to give it to McGonagall as a gift when Christmas arrived.

The price of the wand itself, plus the custom design—perhaps he could even get a nice return gift.

Of course, he wasn't doing it for the return gift; it just happened to be the right time, didn't it?

Silvan pulled a sheet of gold-colored hard paper from his trunk, folded it into a long box in a few quick motions, lined it with a piece of black velvet, and placed the wand inside.

A handcrafted, antique-style wand case. Although the cost was only two Knuts, the market price was high; it would cost five Sickles to buy one in a shop.

It was the thought that counted.

After finishing all this, Silvan focused on preparing for his own plans.

On the eve of Halloween, the castle was shrouded in a festive atmosphere, and even the most remote corridors were filled with the sweet, enticing scent of roasted pumpkin.

The first class in the morning was Charms. Lessons before a grand feast were usually the hardest to endure, but fortunately, Flitwick seemed to be aware of this.

To stir the students' interest, he finally stopped teaching those dull, common spells and instead chose the Levitation Charm, which most had been looking forward to for a long time.

In particular, the way Flitwick used his wand to make Neville's toad fly all over the classroom almost perfectly satisfied the Muggle-born students' imaginations about wizards, giving them plenty of motivation to learn.

However, motivation was one thing, but the Levitation Charm was much harder than common spells. If one had to draw a comparison... it was roughly the equivalent of moving from addition and subtraction within ten to double-digit multiplication and division.

After Flitwick repeated the incantation and wrist movements a few more times, he divided the class into pairs to begin practicing.

Due to the seating arrangement, Harry was paired with Seamus, and Ron, sitting next to him, could only team up with Neville. Ron didn't look very happy; he even looked a bit scared, as if he were afraid Neville might make his head fly off.

Further back was Silvan. He had no choice; he was the second to last in this row, and the last was Hermione.

To be honest, Silvan felt a bit hesitant. In his memory, the argument between Ron and Hermione in Charms class was a key prerequisite for the trio to form. Now that Ron's partner had become Neville, it was hard to say whether the Boy Who Lived would still find his true "brain."

"Silvan, what are you thinking about?"

Hermione's voice brought Silvan back to reality.

"Oh, nothing," he said casually, not dwelling on it any further.

Forget it, Dumbledore was there.

Thinking of this, Silvan took out his wand, gave his wrist a light flick and a shake... "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Compared to the flawed Levitation Charm he had performed on the train, this incantation and movement were much more standard.

The feather in front of him rose smoothly, hovering five feet above his head.

"Oh, well done!" Flitwick clapped his hands and shouted, "Everyone look, Mr. Ollivander has succeeded! Two points to Gryffindor!"

Hermione didn't look too happy. She could perform the Levitation Charm too, but she was just a step behind Silvan; otherwise, those two points would have gone to her.

But it didn't matter; it was Gryffindor either way.

Hermione soon stopped caring, because she had a new problem.

Both people in the same pair had learned the Levitation Charm, but the class had only been going for ten minutes. How to deal with the boredom that followed became the primary issue.

Hermione decided to help the others.

Her first target naturally fell on Neville.

He had been too nervous when he waved his wand earlier, using too much force and nearly poking his wand into Ron's face.

Now that they were separated by at least three people, practicing together was impossible.

"Flick your wrist lightly, don't use so much force, this isn't hammering a nail... the phrasing needs to be clear, it's Wingar-dium, the middle needs to be long and clear..."

Hermione taught Neville for half the class, getting herself quite anxious, but unfortunately, Neville showed no improvement at all. The feather in front of him remained motionless.

"I told you, his wand is wrong. That's the key; the pronunciation and movements are just minor issues..."

"If you're so capable, then you try it," Hermione turned her head, annoyed.

"Fine, seven Galleons," Silvan held out a hand. "I can't guarantee immediate results, but it will definitely be better than now."

"You're still trying to sell a wand at a time like this?" Hermione glared at him.

Neville... kept his head down, pretending not to see.

In fact, deep down, he didn't want to change his wand. If he had that kind of intention, he wouldn't have waited until today.

Mrs. Longbottom was perhaps the one who most wanted Neville to inherit Frank Longbottom's wand, but if Neville himself insisted on buying a new one, she would likely compromise.

After all, although the Longbottom Family had fallen on hard times, they weren't so poor that they couldn't afford a new wand.

Silvan smiled and said nothing.

This matter didn't have much to do with him. Out of consideration for their former roommate status, he had already reminded him twice, which was doing his duty. Besides, people got annoyed if you said too much.

In the end, it all depended on Neville's own thoughts. Otherwise, even if he gave a wand away for free, Neville wouldn't use it.

Of course, that was just one possibility; the reality was that he certainly wouldn't give one away for free.

Seven Galleons was already a losing business; he didn't even get a subsidy from the Ministry of Magic, so asking him to give it away for free would be going too far.