Owl Exhibition?
At 11:05, Harry was surrounded by some unsuspecting onlookers. Since they were all classmates from the same house who usually went to and from school together, Ron couldn't just clear a path for Harry.
"George, Fred, what are you two doing blocking the door with this bunch of kids? I don't remember you being so fond of Transfiguration." Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and, seeing the classroom completely packed, started by criticizing Fred and George, who were leading the way.
"Also, aren't you going to eat? If you go to the Great Hall now, you can still get a good seat." Finally, with Professor McGonagall's help, Harry and the others broke free from the encirclement.
However, even after they arrived at the Great Hall, they discovered that this was only the beginning.
"Harry, let's finish eating quickly and head back to the common room," Ron said, and Neville nodded in agreement.
"Great idea! What's that?" Harry asked, pointing to the sky.
Ron looked in the direction Harry was pointing, and there were owls flying over one after another, landing on the plate in front of Ron. The people next to him quickly cleared away the food around him.
Within ten minutes, Ron's desk and legs were piled high with owls, including Snowy Owl, Eurasian Pygmy Owl, Red Horned Owls, Little Owl Eurasian Eagle-Owl in Europe. There was even Laughing Owl, which Muggle scholars believed to have gone extinct in 1914.
Right now, it looks like an owl expo is being held in front of Ron, and not far away, at Slytherin's table, in front of Malfoy, it's the same.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on—" Ron said, taking the letter delivered by the smallest Eurasian Pygmy Owl in front of him and reading it. "Damn it, what is this thing!" he said angrily, his ears turning red.
"What's going on?" Ron asked.
"This—this is absolutely absurd—"
He handed the letter to Harry, Harry saw that it wasn't handwritten, but rather looked like letters cut from Witch Weekly.
You're a bad boy. Harry Potter deserves better girls. Go back to your Ottery St Catchpole.
"These are all letters like this!" Ron said despairingly as he opened the letters one by one. "Harry Potter deserves a boy a hundred times better than you...you should be boiled in toad eggs...oh dear!"
As soon as he opened the last envelope, a yellowish-green liquid sprayed onto his hands, emitting a pungent gasoline smell, and large yellow blisters immediately appeared on his hands.
"Undiluted Bubotuber Pus have pus!" Fred said, and when he saw so many letters, he was worried about his little brother, so he came over, but he was too late to stop the reckless Ron. He carefully picked up the envelope and smelled it.
Meanwhile, Malfoy, sitting on Slytherin's table, had Crabbe and Goyle put on Dragonhide Gloves and examine each letter one by one. As time went on, his pale face gradually regained its color.
"Damn it!" Ron yelled, tears welling up in his eyes. He picked up a napkin to wipe the pus from his hands, but his fingers were covered in thick, painful sores, making them look like he was wearing a pair of bumpy, thick gloves.
"Harry, I'm taking Ron to the Hospital Wing. He Charms Class this afternoon. You explain the situation to Professor Flitwick." George drew his wand and Petrificus Totalus to prevent Ron from getting more pain and injury to his hands. Then he cast an uncommon spell on him— Mobilicorpus (a spell that allows the human body to move, usually used to transport people).
Fred and Percy followed closely behind. Penelope, who didn't have time to make a move, was completely dumbfounded. As Prefect, she couldn't even keep up with the speed of a few lower-year students. However, Percy didn't catch up either, as he was also a Prefect.
Penelope gave Ryan an awkward smile, then turned and chatted with Kate as if nothing had happened.
Kate, who loves gossip the most, didn't even glance in this direction. Well, that's understandable. The date at Atlantis that was supposed to happen last weekend was cut short by Ryan, and he even had to bring Harry, who was suspected of being a love Hermione, along. Her reaction was to be expected.
Ryan had no choice but to pull out his ultimate weapon again: the Mind Games he had built in his mind. This afternoon, his mind was about to get going again.
Harry and Neville exchanged bewildered glances. The stares of those around them made them forget about their meal. They grabbed a plate of food and dashed toward the Ravenclaw Tower.
It wasn't until 1:15 p. m., just before class was about to start, that Harry and Neville came out of their dormitory and ran like the wind to the Charms Class classroom on the fourth floor.
The other first-year students couldn't wait any longer and left first, completely disregarding the risk of being attacked by Peeves, since it was already close to the start of class.
The familiar school bell rang again, and Harry and Neville stepped into the Charms Class classroom once more.
"Don't worry, I understand why you're late today." It's the familiar opening, with Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall using the same lines.
Upon hearing this good news, Harry and Neville were not happy at all; both wore masks of pain.
Neville, in particular, is the only son of the Longbottom family. It was quite unexpected that his grandmother didn't come to Hogwarts at noon today.
However, what Neville didn't know was that his grandmother Augusta Longbottom, had indeed almost rushed to Hogwarts. But Professor McGonagall, who already knew her classmate's personality, wrote a letter before class, which stopped Neville's grandmother from doing so.
However, the following week was going to be tough for Neville. He would be living in constant fear as he hadn't received the letter. Ryan, who had been observing the situation from multiple perspectives, thought to himself, "I have a firm grasp of the whole picture."
"Oh, by the way, I already know about Ron's situation," Professor Flitwick added, silencing Harry who had just remembered the matter.
"Today we are going to learn the Levioso Spell, but when we talk about it, we have to mention the Locomotor Spell. Their effects are to lift objects into the air and to make the afflicted object move under the control of the caster."
"They combine to form the Levitation Charm. Well, today is September 11, 1991. You'll probably learn this spell before Halloween next month, which is October 31st." Professor Flitwick paused, frowning as he calculated the date.
"Today, one of the Weasley Twins used the Mobilicorpus Incantation was very useful, but it is only used to move the human body. However, it should be noted that this movement is unrelated to whether the person being cursed is conscious."
"So, don't use this spell on others casually. The spell is: Mobilicorpus (Mobilicorpus), pronounced like 'MOW-bill-ee-CORE-pus'." Hearing Professor Flitwick teach the spell in detail even though he had clearly ordered everyone not to use it, Harry couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"That's how Ravenclaw is. Knowledge itself is not wrong. If it were Professor Dumbledore, he would only mention this spell once at most," Ryan said.