"Huh? What's gotten into you two today?" In the Great Hall, tall stacks of books stood beside Harry and Neville, while parchment and quills lay scattered across the table. They looked exceptionally busy.
"I've found a way to get through the first task of the Triwizard Tournament!" Harry lowered his voice, excitement shining in his eyes. "Professor Moody gave me the idea. He suggested I make full use of my advantages and strengths. What do you think my strength is?"
"Er... Quidditch?" Hermione thought it over before asking tentatively, "But you won't have a broomstick during the task!"
"Exactly." Harry nodded. "But we're allowed to use our wands. Professor Moody said I could use mine to summon whatever I needed, like my Firebolt!"
"So you're... practicing the Summoning Charm?" Jerry's gaze fell on the parchment on the table, densely covered with notes on their practice.
"I found an empty classroom and practiced all day. I even forgot to eat lunch." Harry sighed. "But no matter how hard I try to focus all my thoughts, I always fall just short. And the image of an enormous dragon keeps popping into my head and distracting me!"
"Is it really that hard?" Jerry casually opened his right hand. All the books and parchment on the table rose into the air, circled Harry and Neville once, then stacked themselves neatly on Jerry's palm!
"Jerry, how did you do that? Was that the Summoning Charm?" Harry was beginning to wonder whether Jerry's Summoning Charm and his own were even the same spell. No wand, no incantation—he had achieved all that with nothing more than a glance. It was hard to believe.
"The key to the Summoning Charm is concentration. Picture the object you want to summon clearly in your mind," Jerry explained as he returned