Who Said You Couldn't Cast Spells Without a Wand?

Bell didn't know what had happened between Hermione and Penelope that made Penelope keep avoiding Hermione. However, he didn't intend to dig into it.

Everyone has their own social circle. They are both friends, but that doesn't mean they have to be friends.

"Bell? What are you thinking about?"

Hermione looked at Bell, who had suddenly fallen into a daze, and asked him as usual.

Why is it routine?

That's because Bell often gets distracted and daydreams.

Moreover, you'll get an answer about once out of ten times you ask; the other nine times it's just "nothing."

If it weren't for the fact that there was at least one guaranteed return, Hermione would have even skipped the routine questioning.

"Nothing."

(Hermione: "Look!")

Hermione habitually ignored Bell's reply and continued, "Let's clear the snow after breakfast. If the two of us work together, we should be able to finish before dark."

"Go right after you eat?! No need so early, can't we go in the afternoon?"

Bell looked visibly reluctant.

It's the weekend! Sunday mornings are usually Bell's designated rest time. This morning, he was planning to snuggle up in his warm lounge and pet his cat.

Besides, it's just shoveling snow, no big deal. If it weren't for saving face for Professor McGonagall, Bell could have finished it in 5 minutes even without his Wand.

"It's getting late! The Quidditch pitch is huge! If we don't finish before dawn, it'll be hard to clean up after dark! And the days are so short now!"

Hermione said with a hint of disappointment.

Why can't Bell have a little bit of a sense of urgency?! It makes her seem like the eunuch in the movie "The Emperor Isn't Worried, But the Eunuch Is."

Incidentally, Hermione learned this phrase from Bell; she wasn't really sure what a "eunuch" was.

You see, clearing the snow from the Quidditch pitch was Professor McGonagall's punishment for Bell! How could it possibly be done without some hardship? Even with her help now, it's not certain they can finish before dark!

"Fine, fine, you decide."

Bell shrugged helplessly.

"Come on, Fina, let's eat slowly and try to eat it for four hours, then we can continue with lunch."

"Bell!"

Hermione walked ahead like a victorious little hen, head held high. Bell, on the other hand, followed behind the Little Witch, head down and muttering to himself as he went.

"That wretched Fina! She actually abandoned her master and ran off to sleep in her warm, comfortable lounge! I'll tell Shanna on her tonight!"

Hogwarts was incredibly beautiful after the heavy snowfall. Bathed in sunlight, everything shimmered with a pure white light, giving it a sense of pristine beauty and sacredness.

At this time, most of the Little Wizard were still sleeping or eating, so the whole world felt as if only Bell and Hermione were there, a quiet yet warm atmosphere.

Soon, the two arrived at the Quidditch Pitch. Looking at the thick snow piled up on the pitch and in the stands, Hermione felt a headache coming on. Why hadn't it seemed so spacious before?

Sigh~

The Little Witch sighed inwardly and walked towards the tool room, intending to retrieve cleaning tools.

A pulling force came, and Hermione felt his robe being tugged.

"Bell! Stop fooling around! I need to go get the tools!"

"Why are you getting tools?"

Bell asked the question knowing the answer already.

"Of course, it's snow removal!"

Hermione said, sounding somewhat exasperated.

She began to doubt whether bringing Bell along was the right decision. Perhaps she could clean up faster by herself?

"Hermione, we're wizards! What wizard needs tools to shovel snow?"

"But Professor McGonagall said we can't use Wand. Bell, you can't cheat!"

"No, no, no."

Bell wagged his index finger. His smug look made Hermione want to kick him.

Bell flicked his index finger upwards, and the snow beneath their feet began to float up. Snowflakes formed a line, swirling around them until they finally created a snowball that hit Hermione on the head.

"Who says a wizard can't cast spells without Wand? Let me teach you another lesson. The first step to becoming Elite Wizard: Wandless Magic."

"Bell!"

Hermione went berserk. She grabbed a handful of snow and started hurling it at Bell.

"Do you know how long it took me to get my hair smooth and manageable?! You single-handedly ruined an hour of my morning effort!!!"

It took a full half hour for Bell to apologize and make promises, and finally, after signing several unequal treaties, he was able to calm the enraged Little Witch down.

Bell finally understood why Hermione had been sorted into Gryffindor. Just now, she was acting like a furious little lioness, scratching anyone in her path.

"But Bell, are you sure you're okay with what you're doing?"

Once Hermione calmed down, she started worrying about her best friend again.

"What problem could there be? The rule is that you can't use Wand, but it doesn't say you can't use magic. I definitely didn't use Wand."

Bell waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't worry, as long as we slow down a bit, and you don't say anything and I don't say anything, no one will know."

"But..."

"Are you really planning to sweep the snow with a broom and dustpan? Forget it, Hermione. Remember what I told you? We are wizards; when we encounter difficulties, we should seek magical help."

Seeing that the Little Witch was still hesitant, Bell made the decision for her.

"Now, stand here and don't move."

After saying that, Bell walked alone into the Quidditch Pitch.

Standing in the center of the field, Bell closed his eyes and slowly raised his hands. A bright blue light shone, and Bell's robe began to flutter even without wind.

In Hermione's mind, Bell seemed to have vanished suddenly. Although she could still see Bell standing there, for some reason, Hermione had the feeling that Bell was no longer there.

Or could it be said that Bell is everywhere?

A gentle breeze suddenly arose, and Bell clasped his hands together in front of his chest and clenched them tightly.

Select target – Set peeling method – Create center point – Infuse magic

A magical light emanated from between Bell's fingers. As Bell separated his hands, a blue spot of light appeared on his chest.

Bell gently lifted his right hand upwards, and the light spot floated to a position more than 2 meters above the ground.

A gentle breeze stirred up snowflakes, which gathered from all parts of the field towards the dappled sunlight, quickly forming small snowballs. The snowballs grew larger and larger, while the snow on the field gradually decreased.

Hermione watched Bell's every move with astonishment.

The scene of snowflakes dancing around the spots of light was dreamlike. Bell stood directly beneath the spots of light, like a snow sprite surrounded by countless snowflakes, captivating Hermione's gaze.

The Little Witch swore that what she was seeing was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen in her life.