Shock Bomb

Early morning, the day before Halloween.

As Gemini appeared in the hallway, he smelled the rich aroma of roasted pumpkin.

Just as Christmas always has turkey and Spring Festival always has dumplings, in Britain, roasted pumpkin and Halloween are always the perfect pairing.

Gemini guessed that Lolo must be busy as a bee with her little friends in the Hogwarts kitchens right now.

Halloween wasn't just another holiday; for wizards, it was a major festival, and for the ghosts in the castle, it was even more so!

No one was more excited than the ghosts darting through the corridors at this moment!

In Charms class, when Gemini made a feather float with his bare hands, Professor Flitwick generously awarded Slytherin ten points.

This was their first time learning the Levitation Charm, but it wasn't Gemini's first time using it; during the first flying lesson, he had used this spell to save Neville from a high-altitude fall.

As for Gemini now, he could already cast the Levitation Charm without a wand.

The most baffling thing Gemini found about the wizarding world was that wandless magic wasn't some profound technique.

The use of wands was a leap forward for wizarding society; that wasn't just a casual saying.

Gemini had initially thought wandless casting should be a high-level ability, but after asking Snape, he was severely mocked:

"A wand is a medium that maximizes a wizard's magic and minimizes unnecessary magical energy loss. Without a wand, you can't even cast Lumos, and at least seventy percent of spells are unusable."

According to Snape, wandless casting was essentially a wizard's primal control over their own magical power, but it had significant limitations. This was why even powerful wizards still used wands.

If wandless casting were truly that powerful, Voldemort, with his extremely arrogant personality, would have said: The Elder Wand? I don't need a wand!

Of course, wandless casting wasn't entirely useless. For instance, it could train one's control over their own magical power, or be used to assist in casting. For powerful wizards, it could increase their combat effectiveness to a certain extent.

Sizzle, sizzle—

Sparks flew from the tip of Crabbe's wand, setting Goyle's sleeve on fire. Gemini, resting his chin on one hand, flicked his wand with the other, extinguishing the flames.

This class was a waste of time, and he had to stay in the same room as these two idiots...

It really affected his mood.

For Gemini, the only use of this class was to remind him that during the evening banquet, a troll would be wandering the castle with a club.

Based on today's schedule, Gryffindor's Charms class had already ended. Hermione should be crying in the girls' restroom right now, if nothing unexpected happened.

He'd go get her after class. Although, according to the normal plot progression, she shouldn't be in any real danger, that was the result of a combination of luck and coincidence. Gemini couldn't guarantee that his presence wouldn't cause some butterfly effect.

This way, he'd also be repaying Mr. Granger for giving him a ride.

Finally, Charms class was over.

After running a few floors and asking several girls, Gemini confirmed one thing: Hermione wasn't in the restroom.

He then realized he had overlooked something – even if Hermione was in the girls' restroom when the incident occurred, who in their right mind would stay in the toilet all afternoon?

He figured he'd only be able to find Hermione right before the banquet, but there were still more than two hours left.

Women are so troublesome...

However, as the saying goes, if you can't solve the problem, solve the person who raised it.

Hermione was hard to find, but Professor Quirrell was easy to find. The third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class had just ended, and he had just returned to his office. Based on the timing, Gemini estimated Quirrell still had some time before he would go looking for the troll, and many students were still wandering the corridors.

Quirrell was currently sitting behind his desk, diligently grading the assignments submitted by his students. Even while in his own office, Quirrell hadn't removed his disguise.

Although his acting was rather clumsy in the eyes of those who paid attention, it didn't stop him from reveling in it.

Clang!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of shattering glass, a small iron can, about the size of a palm, was thrown into the office. Quirrell was startled.

He shrieked. After the initial shock, he had already determined this was a student prank. To prevent students from discovering his hidden side, Quirrell quickly adjusted his expression, portraying himself as a timid teacher who had been startled.

"Oh my goodness, what, what is this?" Quirrell suppressed his inner irritation, looking at the small iron can thrown at his feet with trepidation. Using a spell at this moment wouldn't fit his cowardly, stuttering persona, so he could only maintain his timid facade.

Then...

BOOM!

Accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, a dazzling white light flashed in the office.

"Ah—"

Gemini, outside the window, heard Professor Quirrell's scream...

The scream was filled with terror, despair, and shock. Gemini could tell that this emotionally charged scream was entirely from Professor Quirrell's heart.

A Shock Bomb was a good thing. Given the distance between Quirrell and the Shock Bomb, at least until tomorrow, his ears wouldn't recover, and his vision would likely be blurry for a while.

A real Shock Bomb wasn't like in games, where a flash, a bang, and shaking your head would make you recover.

Quietly leaning by the window, he looked into the office. Quirrell was now acting like a madman, fumbling with his hands, trying to escape the office.

Thud!

A muffled sound.

A dung bomb landed on the back of Quirrell's head, which was wrapped in a turban...

Plop, plop, plop, plop—

Dense, egg-like droppings shot in through the window like machine-gun fire, splattering all over Professor Quirrell...

"Ah—Help! Help me—"

Seeing Professor Quirrell scream and flee the classroom, Gemini also jumped down from the castle wall. With a few leaps, he disappeared behind one of the castle's windows.

He had no intention of letting Quirrell off the hook.

"Oh, beautiful Moaning Myrtle!"

Gemini found Myrtle weeping in an empty girls' lavatory.

"Oh~ my dear Fox," Myrtle said with a smile, looking at Gemini's handsome young face. "Is there something you need me for?"

"There's something I wanted to tell you. Professor Quirrell has admired you for a long time, but due to his status, he's been hesitant to speak up. After all, he's still alive."

Gemini said gently, "You know, he's always been timid and insecure, only able to hide in a corner by himself, feeling dejected. I think he's too pathetic like this, so I specifically came to tell you."

"Ah~" Myrtle suddenly let out a strange shriek, startling Gemini into instinctively stepping back.

"My poor Quirrell, so he's always admired me..." Myrtle's silvery-white spectral face turned completely pale. Gemini thought that must be how ghosts blush.

"Uh... yes," Gemini nodded. "I bet he'll be hiding in some corner crying again tonight. Please make sure to stay by his side."

"I will!" Myrtle's voice was filled with firm conviction.

"Also, please don't tell Professor Quirrell that I told you. His fragile heart will surely make him feel embarrassed."

"I understand!"

Myrtle turned into a silver streak of light and shot out of the girls' lavatory.