Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

Standing in the center of the whirlwind, Bell looked at the slowly rotating and enlarging snowball above his head and let out a long sigh of relief.

This was the first time he had cast such a large-scale magic without using a wand.

Bell snapped his fingers, and a dozen broomsticks flew out from the locker room in the distance.

Looking at the broomsticks defrosting each other, Bell nodded with satisfaction. As a mature broomstick, how could he not learn to defrost himself?

"Hermione?"

Bell stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the little witch's eyes. When he was walking this way just now, he noticed that Hermione's eyes were a little strange. Now he was standing in front of Hermione, but Hermione still had a strange look in her eyes.

Stare at him without blinking.

It's just a magic without a wand, is there any need to be so surprised?

"!?"

Hermione finally came to her senses, her face quickly turning red.

'What were you thinking about just now!'

"No, it's nothing! Bell, how did you do it!? This is really amazing!"

Hermione tried hard to change the subject.

"Wandless casting, haven't you heard of it?"

"Of course I have heard of wandless spellcasting, but according to the book, wandless spellcasting can only cast some simple spells, and the power will be significantly reduced."

Hermione said that she had read a lot of books and there was no way she could lie to her.

"Books are also written by wizards, Hermione. Therefore, the content in the book can only represent the author's own views and perceptions, and does not represent the truth."

Bell once again tried to correct Hermione's bad habit of blindly trusting books.

"I can be 100% sure that the author of that book is not as powerful as Professor Dumbledore. And the skills of wandless spellcasting mastered by Professor Dumbledore must be beyond the imagination of that author."

Hermione nodded in understanding.

Although she was unwilling to admit that the content in the book that she had always believed might be wrong. But everything Bell had done before had indeed gone beyond what was described in the book.

Facts speak louder than words, and the little witch had no choice but to admit that what Bell said still made some sense.

For example, the section about Professor Dumbledore.

"What do we need to do next? Bell."

As she asked this question, Hermione couldn't help but move her eyes back to the stunning scenery in front of her. The scene of the flying snowflakes was so beautiful!

Bell looked at the little witch whose eyes were starting to look straight again, and smiled slightly. He took out his personal terminal, controlled it to float in mid-air, and recorded the scene in front of him.

"Let's do this next."

Bell waved, and a snowball quickly formed and hit Hermione on the head again.

"Bell!"

"My hair is already messed up anyway, right? So you don't need to worry about it so much."

Several more snowballs passed by and hit various parts of Hermione's body.

Hermione was angry. She couldn't care less about admiring the beautiful scenery. If Belle continued to act so unscrupulously, she might turn into a snowman.

Hermione knelt down, grabbed a handful of snow, and rolled it into a big snowball. She wanted to avenge her shame!

Hermione grabbed the snowball, ran forward two steps to use her strength, and then smashed the snowball at Bell with all her strength.

"..."

"What kind of love, um..."

Looking at the snowball floating in front of her, Hermione went a little crazy.

'This traitor! It was obviously me who knocked you out, but you flew forward!'

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, before Hermione could finish expressing her dissatisfaction, the snowball that was still floating in the air crashed into her mouth.

"Bah! Bah! Bell! You are cheating!"

Hermione spat out the snow in her mouth and said dissatisfied.

"Where did I cheat?"

"you……"

'Yes, where did Bell cheat?'

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten, Hermione. Take the fight!"

The snowballs hit Hermione one after another. The little witch dodged awkwardly, but Bell's snowballs seemed to have eyes, and none of them missed.

In desperation, Hermione took out her wand and wanted to cast a spell to fight back.

"There are many obstacles..."

Another snowball hit Hermione's mouth, interrupting the spell she was about to cast.

"This is not okay. Professor Hermione McGonagall has stipulated that I cannot use the wand. If you use the wand to cast a spell now, the monitoring will determine that I have violated the rules. I don't want to accept the punishment of confinement again, too much

Trouble."

"Bah! Bah! Can't you change the place to smash it!"

Hermione spat out the snow in her mouth again and said in a somewhat frantic manner.

"Who makes it the simplest and most effective?"

Bell shrugged.

Facing the snowballs that kept coming, Hermione tried various methods such as dodging, blocking, acting cute, begging for mercy, etc., but all of them were in vain.

Looking at Bell who was laughing so loudly that he almost rolled on the ground, Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore. She seemed to hear the sound of the string called 'reason' in her mind breaking.

Hermione held her head in her hands, ignored the snowballs coming towards her, and rushed towards Bell regardless.

The little witch's 'savage charge' move was beyond Bell's expectation. Looking at Hermione running wildly, Bell helplessly stood there and was thrown to the ground.

There was no way, because behind Bell was the auditorium. If he ducked, Hermione would hit the wall.

Not to mention that Bell is not good at healing spells. Even if he knew the 'resurrection spell', he would not be able to watch Hermione hit the wall.

"Damn Bell! Let you hit me! Let you hit me!"

Hermione pressed Bell under her body, grabbed Bell's cheeks with both hands, and pulled forcefully to both sides.

"I'm sorry...oh, that's wrong...(I'm sorry...I was wrong...)"

Hermione decisively ignored Bell's begging for mercy. She finally understood that Bell was the typical guy who had a good attitude about admitting his mistakes and promised to do it again next time.

After an unknown amount of time, Hermione finally got angry enough (or maybe her hands were tired from squeezing?) and let Bell go.

"Seriously, Bell. Is there anything else we need to do next?"

Hermione sat on the ground panting, not caring about whether it was dirty or not.

In contrast, Bell was neither blushing nor out of breath. He turned over and sat up. He snapped his fingers again, and the broomsticks that had mastered the automatic defrosting skill lined up and flew back to the lounge.

.

"You don't need to do anything. You just need to wait now. In about 3 hours, all the snow will gather together, and then the task will be completed. In fact, if it weren't for taking care of Professor McGonagall's face, it wouldn't be

If I finish it too quickly, I can finish it in 5 minutes."

Bell stretched and tapped the ground with his finger. A constant temperature barrier was formed, wrapping the two of them inside, and then the soil quickly rose up, transforming into two comfortable lounge chairs under and beside Bell.

There's nothing I can do about it, Hermione is just too much of a loser. Playing a snowball fight with her is just abusing her, and it's totally meaningless.

So, it’s better to have your own sister!