Early the next morning, Gemini heard something from Drian: Harry had been exceptionally allowed to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
In fact, he did not even need Drian to tell him. During breakfast, a flock of owls delivered a long package to Harry. Inside was the Nimbus 2000 Professor McGonagall had given him.
Look at someone else's Head of House. Then look at you, Snape!
Gemini sighed inwardly. Fortunately, he had the Weapon Shop and had bought a Firebolt early on, so there was no need to envy Harry's Nimbus 2000.
What Gemini did not know was that Professor McGonagall had initially hesitated over letting Harry join the team. While observing Harry, she had also witnessed Gemini's flying skills. If Harry was allowed onto the team as an exception, there would be no reason to stop bug-like Gemini from joining as well.
It was not until she heard yesterday that Gemini had joined the team as an exception that she immediately slammed her hand on the table and let Harry join the Gryffindor team too. Then she rushed all the way to London by Floo Powder and ordered a Nimbus 2000 for Harry at the Quidditch Emporium.
Someone else's Head of House...
Gemini somewhat regretted not listening to the Sorting Hat back then.
Even if he had been sorted into Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout probably would not have hesitated in the slightest either.
But what could he do now?
He had chosen this House himself. Even if he got down on his knees... even if he begged on his knees, Dumbledore would never allow him to change Houses...
Fortunately, Snape still had a shred of conscience. He had Prefect Davis deliver a note to Gemini.
The note said that from now on, Gemini was to report to Snape's office punctually at six every weekend evening. Snape was going to train him in Silent Spells.
"I don't want to see you stupidly shouting while waving your wand again—"
That was what the note said...
In Gemini's view, Silent Spells were the benchmark for determining whether a wizard was qualified. Once mastered, they would cause a wizard's combat strength to soar instantly.
A thought took far less time than a sentence. The time it took to shout an incantation was enough for a wizard of Snape's level to cast three Silent Spells.
At six that evening, when Gemini arrived at Snape's office, Snape was skinning a dead toad. A potion boiled in the cauldron beside him, and white mist filled the entire room.
To be honest, regardless of Snape's character or temperament, his potion-making skills were genuinely exceptional. Watching Snape's smooth, flowing movements felt like appreciating a work of art.
"I assume you have learned the Disarming Charm." Snape did not even raise his head. "Cast the Disarming Charm on that dummy. Do not make a sound."
Gemini did not waste any words. He pulled his wand from his robes, aimed at the dummy on the other side of the room, focused his attention, and flicked his wand.
Whoosh—
The wooden stick in the dummy's hand spun through the air and smacked Snape on the head, making Snape's head droop involuntarily.
The atmosphere in the office instantly froze...
Gemini did not really dare look at Snape's face, because he felt that its expression had to be terrible right now.
"Um..." Gemini sighed weakly. "Sorry, Professor. I never thought it would work so smoothly..."
"Get... out..."
Gemini fled in disgrace.
Even after reaching the first-floor hall, he still found it unbelievable.
Were Silent Spells really that easy to learn?
But after thinking about it carefully, it did not seem too outrageous. He had injected Spider Serum, which had improved both his thinking ability and concentration to a certain extent. On top of that, he had absorbed part of Voldemort's soul power. It was not strange for him to possess such magical talent.
He silently recited the Water-Making Spell, but the tip of his wand showed no reaction.
Gemini understood. It seemed that his success just now had merely been a coincidence.
Although his natural talent was excellent, in his current state, even if he could successfully cast a Silent Spell, he could not do so every time. He still needed much more practice.
The reason he had succeeded on the first try in the office was probably because he had been particularly focused, with a bit of luck mixed in as well.
But if he could succeed once, he could succeed a second time. Gemini planned to practice it several more times over the next few days.
Wednesday, late at night.
As usual, Gemini wandered through the dark castle.
This was one of his few hobbies. Since enrolling, apart from Quidditch, the thing that brought him the most enjoyment was Night Wandering.
Hogwarts Castle had stood on this land for a thousand years, containing the wisdom and secrets of dozens of generations. Gemini could always find something interesting here.
For example, last Friday night, Gemini had discovered an inconspicuous little room. It was completely empty, save for a table, a notebook, and a quill.
The notebook was enormous and incredibly thick. In comparison, the quill was much more ordinary.
The heavy, enormous notebook lay open on the table, quietly recording densely packed names and dates.
According to a whitebearded old man who had passed by at the time, every little wizard born anywhere in Britain, including Scotland, would have their magical fluctuations detected by this quill, which would then record their name in the notebook.
Gemini had heard of such a thing in his previous life, but he had not expected it to be at Hogwarts rather than the Ministry of Magic.
The reason Hogwarts admissions could not be interfered with by the Ministry of Magic's pure-blood supporters was probably because of this quill.
Gemini had also found his own name in that notebook. On the same page were all the Little Wizards from his year.
For example, Harry's birthday was July 31.
For example, Hermione's birthday was September 19.
Suddenly, Gemini stopped swinging through the air and simply hung upside down from the ceiling.
September 19...
Wasn't that tomorrow? Today was September 18, Wednesday...
It also happened to be Gryffindor's Astronomy Observation day. Hermione should be at the Astronomy Tower right now.
"Ah... it seems... you suffer from the same inability to sleep as I do, Mr. Fox."
An aged voice sounded from below. Gemini looked down to see a whitebearded old man wearing half-moon spectacles standing on the floor, smiling cheerfully at him.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." Gemini smiled as he flipped down from the ceiling. "I am merely fascinated by Astronomy Observation and thought I would sit in on an Astronomy class with the Gryffindor students."
"This is not the path to the Astronomy Tower." Dumbledore teased, "If Filch catches you, I think you will be in for it."
"He cannot catch me." Gemini grinned slyly. "He cannot even see my shadow."
"Fortunately, this unique and powerful ability belongs to you alone. I truly cannot imagine what it would be like if the Weasley Twins had this ability." Dumbledore could not help laughing. "Heavens, how terrifying, wouldn't it be?"
"That is true..." Gemini gave an awkward laugh.
"I can tell that you consider exploring Hogwarts at night a form of enjoyment. Could you tell me what you have discovered these past few days?" Dumbledore looked warmly at Gemini. "I was just about to visit the kitchen and ask the House-elves for some desserts. Would you like to come?"
"The kitchen?" Gemini thought for a moment. "Perfect. Could I ask them to help make a cake?"
Dumbledore nodded. "Of course."
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