Interrupted Charms Class

Hermione's little face was full of confusion. "What do you mean by 'very high'?"

"Dumbledore, Hagrid, Grindelwald, Voldemort— that's the level." Ryan paused, then gestured toward Harry. "Harry and Riddle aren't good enough because their level isn't high enough."

Although Riddle's magic power had long since faded, having shed his original sin, he had embarked on a different path. He was now a demigod, though not Demigod Wizard.

Harry, on the other hand, has already reached a level of magic perfection that even Demigod Wizard cannot match.

"What about Hagrid?" Hermione had read the travelogue written by William Smith, the ancestor of the Ryan family.

However, this doesn't mean that Rubeus Hagrid Hagrid, who has awakened the Hagrid bloodline, can be compared to Dumbledore.

"He relies on Hagrid's dominance over living beings. It's a kind of overtaking on a curve."

"I see," Hermione nodded. "Then what about a normal wizard who wants to summon a living being?"

Take Newt for example.

I remember you once said that what made him strong was his love for Fantastic Beasts and the way those Care of Magical Creatures he kept responded to him.

His own magical skill level was only average to excellent. So how did he summon the Niffler?

Ryan smiled. "For a normal wizard to succeed..."

The key point is not those steps.

But it lies within the living organism itself.

Using it is more like making a phone call, communicating with that life form through your thoughts, and obtaining its consent.

Ideally, it should be something that it believes belongs to you.

That's how you'll succeed.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the underground classroom, interrupting Hermione and Ryan's conversation.

It's Ginny.

She slipped into the classroom sideways, smiled at Harry, and then walked toward Professor Flitwick's podium at the front of the classroom.

"Is there something you need to talk to Harry about?" Professor Flitwick asked with a smile as he jumped down from a tall stack of books.

"Excuse me, Professor, I need to take Harry upstairs. It's about the Triwizard Tournament," Ginny said quickly.

"Get up!" Ron nudged Harry was still sitting motionless on the stool.

Harry hesitated, looking at Professor Flitwick. "Professor, I can—"

The course also—

Go ahead! I almost forgot to tell you.

You can skip your Charms Class assignments too!

"But— Weasley!" Professor Flitwick glared at Ron, who was laughing so hard his eyes were almost closed, then looked at Harry seriously. "Harry, I know that even if I exempt you from your homework, you will still maintain a good habit of reviewing after class."

But I don't want your good habit to be taken advantage of by classmates who don't like doing homework.

Ron shrank back; he knew that the classmate Professor Flitwick was talking about was him.

So Harry slung his backpack over his shoulder, stood up, and said goodbye to Professor Flitwick with Ginny before heading towards the door.

"Harry, did you see Ron's ridiculous face? It was hilarious!" Ginny exclaimed as soon as Harry stepped out of the classroom and closed the door. "Don't you think so? He deserved it, serves him right for not doing his homework!"

"Yeah, he deserves it, but he's still your brother," Harry said helplessly—the two of them walking together toward the steps leading to the Entrance Hall. "What was I called here for, Ginny?"

Ginny stuck out her tongue. She completely ignored Harry's advice to respect Ron.

In response to Harry's subsequent question, she replied, "It seems like they asked you to take pictures."

You know, this was supposed to be a nationwide live stream, right? Taking photos is normal, isn't it? It's just a warm-up.

"Whose people are taking pictures— Skywalker Alchemy Workshop or the Daily Prophet?"

"It must be the Daily Prophet. I saw Sirius."

"That's great!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

With Sirius around, he wouldn't feel too awkward.

After all, he didn't recognize any of the four Champion except for Krum.

Phoebe is Ryan's girlfriend. As a France, is she particularly difficult to get along with? What if I accidentally offend her?

"Good luck!" Ginny said, throwing herself into Harry's arms and giving him a light kiss.

They had already arrived outside the room.

Harry knocked on the door and went inside.

This is a small classroom, with most of the desks pushed to the back, leaving a large open space in the middle.

However, there were three desks placed side by side in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desks were six chairs, one of which was occupied by Arthur Weasley.

He is talking to Sirius.

As usual, Viktor Krum stood in a corner with a somber expression, not speaking to anyone.

Ilvas also stood far away from the others.

He turned his head ahead of time and greeted Harry.

He then pointed his index finger at his left cheek, which looked quite strange.

Phoebe was the same; she kept her distance from the others, idly playing with her shimmering silver-gold hair.

Not far away, a portly man was holding a large, slightly smoking black camera and was watching Phoebe out of the corner of his eye.

Mr. Weasley suddenly turned around, stood up quickly, and jumped forward.

However, it wasn't for Harry.

Instead, it was, "Ginny! I see you! Come in too. Sirius and I are here!"

Sirius quickly walked over to Harry and handed him a bronze silk handkerchief embroidered with an eagle. "Go ahead and wipe yourself."

Ginny, really, she's so careless.

"We're going to take pictures soon!" Harry quickly took it and wiped his face.

He then understood the meaning behind Ilvas's actions.

Meanwhile, Mr. Weasley pulled in a blushing Ginny, saying, "This is my daughter! Harry's fiancée."

At this point, he glanced at Phoebe, as if she were about to make an important statement.

Phoebe wrinkled her pretty nose. "Come on! I'd never be interested in that ridiculous little boy Harry Potter. I have a boyfriend!"

Cough cough!

Mr. Weasley coughed immediately.

"Now that the Champion have arrived."

Let me get straight to the point.

Nothing major happened today.

It was the wand testing ceremony; the other judges arrived quickly.

"We must check that your wands are fully functional and in good working order, because wands will be your most important equipment in the upcoming competitions," Mr. Weasley said. "The experts are upstairs with Dumbledore."

Then they took some photos. "This is Sirius Black Family," he said, pointing to Sirius, "He's writing a short article for the Daily Prophet about the Triwizard Tournament..."

"You? Write articles?" Harry looked at Sirius with curiosity, blinking his eyes.

Sirius did not give a direct answer.

He first looked at Mr. Weasley, "Arthur, let's pause for a moment."

The other referees hadn't all arrived yet.

I want to talk to our youngest Champion first.

"You know, I need it for writing articles." Sirius winked secretly at Mr. Weasley.