That night, Su Er had a bizarre dream.
In his dream, a light bulb and its socket suddenly turned into a bald monster holding a wand, its gleaming scalp giving off a green glow. It raised its wand at Su Er with a sinister cackle, and thick emerald beams flew everywhere.
Then an old man Su Er knew appeared, red beams shooting from his wand to clash with the green light. It was Professor Dumbledore.
Next, all sorts of random things began dancing, and music came from overhead.
In the blink of an eye, the clashing spells vanished, and a long-bearded old man with stockings pulled over his face, obscuring his features, descended from the sky with a halo above his head.
His beard and hair bristled as he tugged with one hand at the stockings stretched down to his stomach and shouted at Su Er.
"Where the hell are my stockings? I want Balenciaga! Balenciaga! Not stockings from some street stall!!!"
His furious roar lingered, the maddening sound filling Su Er's ears, before gradually turning into a cat's meow.
"Meow..."
Su Er distinctly felt something heavy press straight down on him. He opened his eyes in a daze, the image of that haloed old man tugging at him and demanding Balenciaga still lingering in his mind.
He vigorously rubbed Crookshanks, who had woken him up, and gave a wry chuckle.
"What the hell was all that..."
Today's Charms class was shared with the Gryffindor students, and Professor Flitwick planned to teach them two opposing spells: the Engorgement Charm and the Shrinking Charm.
Su Er had learned this magic long ago; it was among the basic spells, too.
Flitwick had them practice in pairs, with one student enlarging the object in front of their partner while the other practiced the