Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

There will be a lot of harsh criticism at the beginning, but as Wizette becomes more proficient in his skills, he becomes much more taciturn.

In any case, Wizette was very grateful to the two professors for having access to this secret magical knowledge.

Before he even entered the auditorium, Wizette could smell the sweet smell of roasted pumpkin from far away.

The armors in the corridors come to life, and if a student gets too close, they suddenly stand at attention, salute, and shout, "Happy Halloween!"

Not only was there the smell of roasting pumpkins, but pumpkins were also placed one after another.

These pumpkins are one and a half meters high, all hollowed out and lit with candles. Some ghosts will hide inside, and once students pass by, they will pop out to scare them.

Not only were the hallways filled with Halloween features, but the auditorium was also decorated.

A black curtain with a silhouette of the castle was hung on the wall. Flitwick waved his wand and directed countless bats made of black cloth to fly in the air.

Perhaps infected by the festive atmosphere, Flitwick from the Charms class was equally cheerful and continued to teach the Levitation Charm.

"Remember the gestures we practiced before, wave and shake...yes! Wave and shake very easily! Then chant the spell - Yuga...Dimlevi...O...Sa!"

He taught and demonstrated at the same time, "When you say 'add', start waving the wand... let's practice!"

"Yuga...Dimlevi...O...Sa!"

The sound of neat chanting came from the classroom.

"That's right! Weizet's feathers fly very steadily! Just like his flying skills! Ten points added to Ravenclaw!" Flitwick never hesitated to encourage the students of his own academy.

Regarding the importance of gestures and pronunciation, Weizet has long been familiar with it.

What's more, this spell is not complicated, and it is an ordinary thing to succeed once.

The Ravenclaw students were so used to it that they all regarded him as a teaching assistant and gathered around him to ask for advice on the techniques related to the levitation spell.

Flitwick gave Weizet a thumbs up while inspecting the Gryffindor students.

Compared to the fun of Ravenclaw, the "smell of gunpowder" in Gryffindor is much stronger.

Seamus got anxious when he was casting the spell and actually lit the practice feathers on fire. If Harry hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands, the flames might have burned away Seamus' hair.

There was also anxiety between Ron and Hermione, and Hermione spoke in a high-pitched voice, "It's Yuga... Di, that 'ga' needs to draw out the sound and start casting spells directly."

"Didn't you pay attention to the lecture? Professor Flitwick just now... I mean... maybe you were nervous. In fact, you were..."

Ron's face turned red, almost the same color as his hair, "If you can do it, then try it!"

"Okay!" Hermione didn't shirk, rolled up her sleeves and started waving her wand, "Yuga...Dim Leviosa!"

"Well done!" Professor Flitwick looked at the floating feathers, "Mr. Weasley, you have to work hard! Study hard with Miss Granger, two points for Gryffindor!"

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As the get out of class ended, the students who finished the class breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward to tonight's Halloween banquet.

Terry said with a mysterious face: "I heard that Principal Dumbledore purchased a lot of candies from Honeydukes!"

"As long as it's not a pile of cockroaches!" Anthony said casually, "I heard from the elders in the family that Principal Dumbledore likes cockroach piles very much."

"I don't like piles of cockroaches!" Michael seemed to be thinking of bad memories. "The smell of cockroaches is the first thing in your mouth... Even if you chew it open, its legs will still swing in your mouth!"

Chris asked with a weird look on his face: "Have you ever eaten a cockroach? Don't talk to me again!"

"What are you talking about! Who has ever eaten a cockroach?" Michael howled and started to fight with Chris.

Wizette couldn't help but laugh at this scene and shook his head slightly.

Suddenly, Ron's voice came from behind, "Weizet... did you go to the library today?"

"Of course!" Wizer nodded, "Are you looking for any information? Potions class?"

"Uh..." Ron's face turned red again and he said in an awkward tone, "I just wanted to ask you if you have seen Hermione."

Weizet shook his head, "No, what happened?"

"I said some outrageous things..." Ron's face seemed to be on fire, and it was dazzlingly red.

"I said it's no wonder she doesn't have a friend...she is just as scary as a nightmare..."

Harry on the side added: "I saw Hermione crying. Then she skipped class! She didn't show up for History of Magic, Transfiguration, or Flying classes!"

"Given Hermione's character, it is absolutely impossible for her to miss school! So we thought...she might have had an accident, so we wanted to look for her."

"Hermione? Is that the Gryffindor who often goes to the library?" Anthony and the others also came over, "Do you think she's not that bad?"

Michael added cheerfully, "I think so too. Are you Gryffindors used to being lazy?"

"The colleges are different, and the lifestyle you are used to may be different." Weizet smiled slightly and said, "Ron, Hermione has actually talked to me about you before."

Ron quickly asked: "What did she say?"

Chapter 55 Fred and George’s Invitation

"She actually cares about you and Harry." Weizet recalled the last conversation in the library. "Ask me what to do so that you don't feel disgusted."

"I told her not to speak so condescendingly, but to be more tactful. Hermione is indeed direct in her words, and it is difficult to correct her in a short time."

"Like the spell class in the morning, I actually saw a change in her. At first she asked you bluntly if you didn't pay attention to the class, but then she thought about it and wanted to make up for it, so she changed her question and asked if you were nervous..."

Ron lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, and gritted his teeth in frustration and annoyance, "Then I interrupted her... I'm such a bastard!"

"Then what should we do?" Harry showed a troubled expression, "Apologise to her?"

"Otherwise?" Weizet shrugged, "Find her and have a good talk with her, if you hope to gain a friend."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Anthony put his hand on Weizet's shoulder, "It seems that our Mr. Lovegood is omnipotent! How can he still mediate this kind of problem?"

"This time it was just a coincidence." Weizet smiled slightly, "I really have no experience in this area, you might as well ask me how to do my homework!"

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As the night got darker, the smell of roasted pumpkin became more obvious, permeating the entire castle.

Wizette was about to go to the auditorium, but was stopped by Fred and George who suddenly appeared.

They came to the corner with Wizette's arms.

After making sure there was no one around, Fred said in a low voice: "Have you become very familiar with Snape recently?"

George added: "We were worried that you had been poisoned by Snape, so we came to ask."

Weizet explained: "Professor Snape didn't do that. He just asked me to help process the materials."

"Is this actually something Snape would do?" Fred's eyes widened, "Merlin didn't wear cotton socks but stockings instead?"

"I think it's more serious than this..." George looked solemn, "He didn't find Slytherin to do such a thing... The end of the world is coming soon!"

Weizet couldn't laugh or cry: "You also believe in the end of the world?"

Fred nodded and said: "We have a real fortune teller...not a fortune teller like Trelawny. The prediction will come true!"

"Ahem...since you haven't been poisoned by Snape, it's time to get down to business." George coughed lightly.

Weizet asked curiously: "What's the business? Do you want me to help introduce you and process the materials together?"

Fred shook his head repeatedly, "Of course it's impossible...our vitality is not as strong as yours!"

A flash of inspiration flashed between George's brows, "We have a great cause and would like to invite you to join. Are you interested?"

Fred patted George hard on the shoulder, "Thank you for thinking of it! What a great idea!"

"Can you tell me first?" Weizet said tentatively, "I have a lot to learn recently, and I may not be able to spare the time..."

"Even in Ravenclaw, you are the most diligent person we have ever seen!" George said in an admiring tone, "In fact, we want to find you as a materials consultant."

"Material consultant?" Weizet was a little confused, "Do you want me to help you handle the materials?"

Fred snapped his fingers, "That's it! I heard from the Hufflepuff people that you are good at handling materials!"

"Otherwise, how could someone with Snape's personality ask you, a Ravenclaw, for help? It's definitely because of your extraordinary talent!"

"That's right!" George nodded in agreement, "We are very good at judging people. We told you when we were on the train, you must be special!"

"Ahem..." Weizet was a little embarrassed, "Then what materials are you going to deal with...materials for prank props?"

"George, let me tell you! Weizet must still remember it!" Fred grinned, "I just want to process these materials! Let's take you to see it first!"

It was approaching Halloween dinner and most people had already headed to the auditorium.

The two of them led Weizet around and around, quickly walking through the corridors, and finally came to a painting.

The picture showed a drum set. Fred and George looked around again before taking out their wands and hitting the drum set.

The drum set made a "dong-dong-dah" sound and transformed into a narrow wooden door.

Weizet exclaimed: "So this is how you get in?"

"You know this place?" Fred and George were very surprised and asked, "How did you know?"

Weizet pointed at the wooden door and said: "There is magic power here. I can feel it, but I didn't know how to enter it."

"That's already amazing, now I want you to join us even more!" George said with a smile, opened the wooden door and got in.

There is a small space inside, less than ten square meters.

There were several sacks piled around the wall, and it could be vaguely seen that they contained medicinal herbs.

A battered charcoal-black wooden table was propped against the wall, covered with pits and traces of experiments.