Finally Going Home!

Hermione quickly released Bell upon hearing this, feeling somewhat embarrassed by her irrational behavior. Fortunately, Bell didn't intend to continue the conversation.

Bell pulled out his Wand and held it high above his head.

Magic was continuously concentrated at the tip of the Wand. After charging for about 5 seconds, Bell suddenly swung the Wand downwards.

"Shut up! (All of you, shut up!)"

A surge of magical energy emanated from the tip of Bell's staff, disrupting the distribution of magic in the surrounding area and interrupting the ongoing spellcasting.

Not only that, Quirrell and Snape both suffered a magical backlash from the sudden interruption of their spellcasting, and were slumped in their seats, unable to move for a moment.

Bell used Counter Spell he created himself, inspired by an online game he used to play called "Some Beast World." The mage class in that game had a "Counterspell" skill that could interrupt spellcasting.

Bell's Counter Spell can only interrupt Curses that are continuously cast, and has no effect on instant spells such as the Petrification Curse or the Stunning Spell.

Normally, the Counter Spell doesn't require charging, but because Bell can't directly target Quirrell, he had no choice but to expand the casting range to cover the entire Quidditch Pitch. That's why it takes some time to build up the spell.

As for that incantation? It was really just because I thought it looked cool to say it that way.

Quirrell's curse was broken, and Harry was out of danger. However, Madam Hooch still didn't want the match to continue. She wanted to check Harry's Flying Broomstick first. As a result, after Harry landed, he spat out the Golden Snitch.

The young Gryffindor Little Wizard cheered wildly, rushed onto the field, tossed Harry high into the air, and celebrated excitedly.

The Little Wizard from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also clapped happily; the snakes really weren't popular.

In the end, apart from Hermione and Bell, no one knew what had just happened. Although the professors sensed a violent fluctuation of magic, they couldn't figure out the source of the fluctuation.

As for the Little Wizard, none of them cared about those things. Even Harry himself was immersed in the joy of victory and instantly forgot about almost falling off his Flying Broomstick.

After all, nothing beats Quidditch when it comes to risking your life.

Hermione was extremely unhappy about this. Bell had used such a powerful Curses to save Harry's life, yet no one seemed to care!

Seeing Hermione about to go forward and argue with the people, Bell quickly stopped her.

"But..."

"Alright, alright, don't worry about these little things," Bell reassured him. "You know I hate being the center of attention. Besides, you were the one who noticed Harry's unusual behavior first and asked me to save him. So strictly speaking, you saved his life. If Harry is going to thank anyone, it should be you."

"How could this be!? I didn't do anything."

"No, you did the most important thing. Without you, I might not have noticed Harry's unusual behavior. Or even if I had, I might not have intervened to save him. So it's absolutely true that you saved him."

In truth, if Hermione hadn't insisted, Bell would never have intervened to save Harry. After all, there were so many professors present, and Dumbledore was likely lurking in the Headmaster's Office watching Harry's every move. Bell would have been too busy meddling in such matters.

Seeing that the Little Witch still wanted to say something, Bell quickly shut her up.

"Alright, Hermione. It's already past 12 o'clock, and I'm starving. Let's go eat."

After saying that, he avoided the celebrating crowd and headed towards the Great Hall.

"Weren't you eating the whole time?!" Hermione thought to herself, speechless, as she watched Bell's retreating figure.

"Wait for me! Don't walk so fast!"

The Little Witch quickly chased after them.

Bell was in an exceptionally good mood today! How good? Looking out the window at the 6 a. m. sky, Bell felt the sunlight was so bright and warm (Note: It's late December). So good that even in this morning's training, Bell's performance was 10 percentage points higher than usual.

Why Bell so happy?

Need I say more? Of course it's because I can go home today!

"Shana! Wait for me!"

After his morning exercise, Bell took a quick shower and climbed out of Scamander's Suitcase. Bell changed his clothes, skipping breakfast, picked up the suitcase, and headed outside, humming an off-key song as he went.

Then he was stopped...

At the gates of Hogwarts Castle, the caretaker Filch scrutinized Bell.

Where do you think you're going?

"Of course I'm going home! Didn't you know it's a holiday today?"

Bell gave him a look that said, "What nonsense are you asking?"

Today is the start of the Christmas Holiday, and Little Wizard who are preparing to go home for Christmas will be heading home today. Filch has been the warden of Hogwarts for many years, how could he ask such a question? Bell wondered if Filch was suffering from dementia.

"The train won't arrive until 8 o'clock. Before then, students who are preparing to leave school must assemble in the Great Hall and are not allowed to leave the castle!" Filch said gruffly, clearly annoyed by Bell's gaze.

Of course, he spoke to all the Little Wizard in a harsh and unpleasant tone.

Bell was Filch why Filch didn't change jobs. As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind. As a Squib, why did he insist on working at Hogwarts? Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

"But I don't take the train; I go home by myself."

The train was too slow, and Bell, who was anxious and impatient, had no time to waste. He planned to Side-Along Apparition home as soon as he left the Hogwarts area.

"That won't work either. You have to wait until 8 o'clock to leave school!"

Filch didn't care how Bell planned to get home. In any case, he wouldn't allow anyone to pass before 8 o'clock. Otherwise, he would be too busy to get up at 5 o'clock in the middle of winter to guard the castle gate.

Bell tried to reason with Filch, appealing to his emotions and logic. However, Filch was like a rock in a latrine, stubborn and unyielding, refusing to give way.

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Although he really wanted to pull out his Wand and kill the guy who dared to block his way, Bell gritted his teeth and held back, returning to the Great Hall to wait until 8 o'clock before leaving.

Since he couldn't leave anyway, Bell simply channeled his grief and anger into his appetite, munching on his breakfast with gritted teeth.

"Just you wait, I'll get you sooner or later!"

Bell imagined the food on his plate as Filch, and successfully reduced his appetite by 50%. Startled, he quickly stopped imagining and started eating his breakfast properly.