The First Day of Term

The next day was Friday, which meant that the young wizards only needed to attend one class on the first day of school before enjoying a two-day weekend.

They were both immersed in summer vacation and looking forward to the upcoming weekend, completely out of sorts of studying...

Seeing this, Professor Woflin simply didn't teach any new lessons in the first Charms, but instead reviewed the charms they had learned in the previous school year.

Xiwen sat restlessly in his seat, which was arranged horizontally and faced the center of the classroom, thinking about what had happened the night before.

"So, does anyone know a way to cure the Greengrass family Blood Curse?" Last night at the Hospital Wing, Xiwen found an opportunity to ask Professor Enriques alone.

"Actually, I don't know about this," Professor Enriques said apologetically, shaking his head. "Because the Greengrass family's Blood Curse has been around for far too long. If there really was a solution, with their wealth and connections as one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, they should have solved the Blood Curse problem long ago."

Although Professor Enriques didn't say it explicitly, it seemed to him that Elshiona's symptoms were likely incurable...

Xiwen was somewhat unable to accept it for a moment.

What kind of curse could have persisted for centuries, haunting the Greengrass family's bloodline like a nightmare? What stories did their family experience, and what enemies did they offend, to become tainted with such a powerful Blood Curse?

While he was lost in thought, Xiwen felt Abraxas push him twice.

He looked up blankly and saw Professor Woflin standing in the center of the classroom, looking at him with a half-smile.

"It seems our top student has already given up on studying. Don't you think so, Mr. Rozier?"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Xiwen quickly stood up and resignedly apologized to Professor Woflin. "I just spaced out..."

"Alright, why don't you demonstrate the Tarantallegra for everyone? You did quite well on your final exam last semester!" Professor Woflin gestured with his chin to the table in the middle of the classroom, on which sat a book of Magical Theory.

"Whether Slytherin will deduct points for your inattentiveness depends on your performance."

Reluctantly, Xiwen raised his wand and recited the incantation towards the book of Magical Theory on the table—

"Tarantallegra"

The heavy books, with their spines and slightly unfolded pages as legs, danced a lively breakdance on the table.

Professor Woflin then amusedly played a passionate piece of music with his wand, forcing Xiwen to adjust the rhythm of the dance steps in the book of Magical Theory, making each "step" fall in sync with the music.

As the piece of music ended, Xiwen, who had been completely focused on controlling the Tarantallegra for several minutes, was exhausted.

Seeing Xiwen's performance, Professor Woflin nodded with satisfaction and led the applause. The applause then filled the entire classroom.

"Did you all see that? This is the correct way to use the Tarantallegra!" Professor Woflin said loudly to the young wizards in the classroom after the applause subsided.

"Look at what you used for your final exams last semester! Especially some of you, if I hadn't seen you recite the incantation for the Tarantallegra spell, I would have suspected you used the Tarantallegra Cruciatus Curse instead! Just to make that pear dance, you made it feel so much pain..."

Professor Woflin harshly criticized the young wizards in the classroom, silencing them in fear.

"Mr. Rozier did a very good job. In that case, your lapse in concentration won't be a point deducted from Slytherin's score." After criticizing the group of young wizards, the professor looked at Xiwen and said, "Well, you can sit down now!"

Xiwen breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down in his original seat.

Having learned from Professor Woflin's Charms, Xiwen was less likely to lose focus during his two afternoon classes.

As luck would have it, the History of Magic and Herbology were scheduled for the same afternoon again, and it just so happened to be Friday afternoon, right before the weekend holiday was about to begin.

Professor Binns, the ghost who taught the History of Magic, seemed completely oblivious to the restless and excited mood of the young wizards. He simply lectured on the History of Magic that second-year students should be learning in his unchanging, dull, and indifferent tone, and as always, assigned a large amount of homework.

Herbology, the last class on Fridays, remains Xiwen's number one nightmare class.

As expected, Professor Isad once again summoned Xiwen to the front of Greenhouse One, where he was tasked with assisting in explaining the treatment methods for Dancing Umbrella Fungus.

When the Herbology ended, the young wizards excitedly rushed out of the greenhouse and ran wildly towards the northwest side of the castle.

"Are you guys coming with me to the Quidditch Pitch?" Abraxas rushed over excitedly, putting his arms around Xiwen and Mobley's shoulders, and asked eagerly. "We're second year now! Hogwarts allows us to bring our own flying brooms!"

As he spoke, Abu pulled out an exquisitely packaged flying broom from a pen holder-like container. It seemed he had finally convinced his family and obtained the right to use an Undetectable Extension Container.

"Did you guys see the ads in the Daily Prophet before school started?" Abu asked his three roommates as he carefully opened the broom's packaging. "Comet Trading Company released the Comet 180 a while ago. It's the most classic and beautiful flying broom in recent years. It's also the fastest!"

"So this is the latest Comet 180?" Xiwen looked at Abu's smug expression, which practically screamed "Praise me!" So he could only silently applaud him.

Abu nodded in satisfaction upon hearing Xiwen's question and solemnly removed the last layer of packaging from the broom—an antique-style flying broom appeared before Xiwen and the others.

"It is indeed quite beautiful," Mobley said to Abu after glancing at it. "But I don't care; I don't want to fall from the sky again."

Gomez glanced at it too, then turned his head away, showing little interest. After all, he couldn't afford such a flying broom!

Abu looked at Xiwen with hopeful eyes, hoping he would show some interest in going with him to the Quidditch Pitch to try out the new broom.

"Oh, I have something to discuss with Dumbledore. Sorry!" Xiwen coldly shattered Abu's hopeful gaze.

"Damn it, you guys have no taste at all!!"

Abu shouted angrily.