The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

With the end of the game, Tom's fourth anniversary episode comes to a complete end, as he successfully completes three mission objectives. This was a bit beyond his expectations: after he had given away a total of 80,000 people, he thought he could only complete two tasks. Unexpectedly, Hermione was so powerful in the end that she just led him to win.

"How's it going? Are you good at wizard chess?" Professor Flitwick said proudly, pointing to the cities still emitting light smoke on the sand table. Every command they put on the parchment just now will affect the chess pieces on the sand table, causing them to fight in the mountains and cities.

Tom admired from the bottom of his heart: "It is so ingenious that it is a game ahead of its time. Such wizard chess must have used a lot of complex and superb magic spells, right?"

Tom changed the topic and started talking about the various magic spells used by Professor Flitwick to make chess pieces. Flitwick did not hide his secrets and told Tom all these magic spells openly.

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and finally he clapped his hands: "I still have some experience from studying magic spells over the years. Just wait a minute, and I'll get it for you."

"Flying notes!" As a master of spells, Professor Flitwick naturally couldn't run to the office to get this experience note. He directly cast a flying spell and "summoned" his notes from the office.

The wizard may lose something and may not have enough frontal combat power, but the wizard's magic can greatly facilitate daily life. For example, wizards never have to worry about not finding something. It only happens to Muggles when you realize you have forgotten your keys, mobile phone, glasses, and mask before going out.

The wizard can solve the problem with just one flying spell!

The Flying Curse is also an extremely idealistic curse. It's funny to try to explain magic with science. Most magic is idealistic, and trying to explain it through science is like drawing a target after an arrow has been shot.

The same goes for the Flying Curse. Like most spells in the magic world, the Flying Curse is also a spell that looks very simple, but can actually be studied in great depth. In his spare time, Tom wrote a short paper on the study of the Flying Curse. It is basically finished and he plans to send it out in a few days. I don't expect it to be published in a top journal like "Magic", as long as it is a journal, but it can't be too outrageous, like "The Quibbler", Tom refused. If you publish an article in a magazine like that, you will be regarded as a comedian.

Of course, the saying goes well, "If you are dissatisfied, you can change it." Of course, Tom can output a lot of top-notch articles, making "The Quibbler" become the top journal in the magical world, but why? is it necessary? Just like if a Nobel Prize winner built his laboratory in a dual-Africa university, he could make the university become a 211-level school, but why should he do this? TOP2, isn’t C9 delicious?

The Flying Curse has several very classic applications. The most well-known is probably to summon the Firebolt. From this, we can further raise several questions: Why is Harry Potter's Firebolt flying over instead of a pendulum? Firebolt in a store window? If Harry's Firebolt weighed a ton, would it still be able to fly? One ton is fine, but what about ten tons, one hundred, or one thousand tons?

Why not just let the golden eggs fly over? If the flying spell can make something fly over, can I just "fly over" the eyes of the fire dragon guarding the golden egg? What will happen if you use the flying spell for non-specific unknown objects?

If you can figure out these five questions, you have understood the Feilai Curse thoroughly.

First of all, Feilai Spell will automatically complete the screening. For example, when Tom wakes up in the morning and wants to drink water, he shouts: The water glass is flying. The water glass flying over must be the water glass beside his bed, not the water glass in the dormitory next door. Tom doesn't need to add a bunch of attributives, such as shouting "The ceramic water cup with the leftover black tea from last night is coming." These qualifications are all completed by the spell when casting the spell. You only need to concentrate when casting the spell. I just wanted to get the water glass on my bedside.

Like other magic spells, the Flying Spell has its limits. If an object is too heavy, too far away from the caster, or it is part of another creature, the Flying Spell will be ineffective against it. Let's make a hypothesis. If a person shouts: "The Hogwarts Express is coming!" Will the train fly to him? Just like "Give me a fulcrum and I can lift the whole earth", it is theoretically possible, but in fact it is impossible because the magic power in the wizard's body is too weak.

As for the flying spell on unknown objects, you only need to change the spell. This spell is "fly around". Mrs. Weasley used this spell to find the prank toys hidden by Fred and George. . Obviously, Mrs. Weasley didn't know their names or their locations, but she still cast a spell on Fred's entire private collection.

This is linked to Mrs. Weasley's strength. If it were Ron, not to mention whether he would be beaten to death by his brothers, he would most likely not be able to find all the toys.

Therefore, the Feilai Curse generally follows three rules:

1. The size and position of the summoned object must be "appropriate". The stronger the wizard, the greater the maximum distance and weight of the summon.

2. Although there are no regulations, generally speaking only one item will fly at a time.

3. The object has not been disturbed by magic. Horcruxes such as Slytherin's Locket must not be able to be summoned by a flying spell.

Of course, there is a prerequisite: you need to be a wizard.

Professor Flitwick opened the corridor door, caught his note, and handed it to Tom.

Tom took the notebook with a black cover. It was heavy in his hand, and the pages were already a little yellow.

"Thank you!" Tom thanked Professor Flitwick from the bottom of his heart. Such a book has condensed Professor Flitwick's half-life efforts.

"Why are you so polite?" Professor Flitwick looked at the ancient notebook and sighed with emotion: "Anyway, after my death, this notebook will be donated to the Hogwarts library."

But before Tom could be moved, Flitwick jumped up again and took the note away.

"Make a double copy!" He made a copy of the note and handed the copy to Tom. He was a little embarrassed, "If there is new progress, I will add some more things..."

[Professor Flitwick’s Charms Notes (four stars): The content of the notes needs to be improved. It records Filius Flitwick’s understanding of spells. After careful study, the improvement of Charms will be greatly improved. Great benefit. 】

Tom accepted the notebook under Hermione's burning eyes.

"It's getting late," Professor McGonagall glanced at the time, "It's time for Miss Granger to return to the lounge."

With such impeccable reasons, everyone stopped the game and returned to their offices or lounges to take an early rest. They had to get up the next day to decorate the castle.

The last day of October 1992 was a rainy day. As long as you listened to the sound of rain by the window for a while, you would have the idea of ​​lying on a soft bed and resting for the whole day. However, this "little luck" was destined not to belong to Members of the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams - they also have to train on days like this.

Compared to the Slytherin team, the Gryffindor side is even more miserable because all members of the Slytherin team have been equipped with the most advanced broomsticks: Nimbus 2001. These brooms are owned by Malfoy's father Lucius. Malfoy donated it to the Slytherin team. In exchange, Draco Malfoy became the team's Seeker even though he was only in his second year.

According to the intelligence detected by Fred and George, these Nimbus 2001s were ridiculously fast, almost like jets. Fred and George saw that after accelerating, the Slytherin team members riding on them directly became It became seven vague light green shadows.

After knowing the news, all the Gryffindor players became worried.

In addition to these team members, several professors could not be idle. They began to intensively decorate the Hogwarts Castle after dusk fell. Professor Flitwick placed some bats in various corners of the castle. They flew across the roof in groups and hung on the eaves and windows. Together with the yellow and purple ribbons, the Halloween atmosphere became richer.

Of course, these alone are not enough. Professor Flitwick also tampered with the armors at Hogwarts so that they can make various sounds: whining wind, whispers, sobs, etc., every time On the hour, they also sing hymns in unison. Professor McGonagall turned all the lights into jack-o'-lanterns, but she didn't follow Tom's suggestion and changed the candles to candles with green light - this is a Halloween party, not a haunted house, she said.

The patterns carved on the pumpkins are completely invisible, and the warm light from the pumpkin lanterns makes people feel at ease and feel at home. The light is so magical. The white light is a little seeping and dazzling. The red light always gives people a sense of oppression and psychological discomfort. All other colors of light also have shortcomings. Only the light yellow light makes people feel at home. of warmth.

Those students studying in foreign countries finally settled in rental houses after dozens of hours of traveling. They made the bed, ate a few bites of fast food, washed away the dust and lay on the bed hugging pillows, feeling as relaxed as a weight of relief. If there is a lamp that emits light yellow light at the bedside at this time, it must be very peaceful, and I am afraid that you will be able to understand what "this peaceful place is my hometown".

After Professor McGonagall told Tom this, Tom realized that he seemed to be stuck on the scary atmosphere and ignored the festive factors, so he also fine-tuned his plan.

The color of the entire auditorium was still depressing. At first, there were almost no lights in the auditorium, only a few pumpkin lanterns were glowing green. There were bursts of deep music coming from Hagrid's pumpkin the size of a carriage, dark clouds were rolling on the ceiling, and there was a human face between the dark clouds...

But when enough students enter the auditorium, the lights will instantly light up, illuminating the auditorium brightly, the invited band will change the tune to cheerful holiday music, and the kitchen will be transmitted to the tables. With delicious food and a concert by Dumbledore's skeleton dance troupe, this Halloween is sure to be fun.

Tom had finished adjusting the ceiling and setting up the lights, when Hagrid came in dragging a cart full of pumpkins, each as big as a garden shed.

"I used a little 'help' on them..." Hagrid saw Tom staring at these pumpkins, and a trace of panic flashed in his black beetle-like eyes. He coughed dryly and explained awkwardly.

Tom thought of Hagrid's big pink umbrella, which contained his "broken" wand, but Tom very much suspected that Dumbledore should have given Hagrid some "help". Because Hagrid was only in his third year when he was expelled and broke his wand. Ron's wand was only partially broken and he was unable to cast spells normally. Hagrid's wand was completely broken by the Ministry of Magic, but later he didn't have much sluggishness when he cast magic: on July 31 last year On that stormy night in Japan, when Hagrid met Harry, he could use magic to make a fire, conjure a pig's tail on Dali's butt, and freely enter and leave Diagon Alley...

Thinking back to 1945, Dumbledore obtained the Elder Wand that could repair the wand, and everything is self-evident.

Dumbledore actually took a lot of risks by doing this. The wizarding world has very strict management of wands. It is a felony for any creature other than wizards to obtain and use wands, and all need to be "purged". Hybrids with magical animal ancestry Whether wizards can obtain wands has also been a focus of controversy. This situation intensified later, and eventually became the "Wand Hunting Order" after Voldemort came to power: even non-pure-blood wizards cannot legally hold wands.

"This kind of magic is so convenient!" Tom's attention was not on whether Hagrid was illegally possessing the wand. He was more concerned about another thing: How is the yield of such magic pumpkins? How long does it take to mature?

A pumpkin the size of a flower shed, this is the magic.

Tom took out his wand and started carving the pumpkin. He quickly hollowed out the inside and made a giant jack-o'-lantern that could accommodate two or three people. During the Halloween dinner, the invited band will be there. Play here. The pumpkins you take out will not be wasted, the pumpkin flesh will be used to make pies, and the pulp will be fed to the pigs.

After carving the giant pumpkin, Tom completed most of the decorations and found that he still lacked some small jack-o-lanterns - he hoped to arrange some jack-o'-lanterns on the long table, preferably one for every four students, so that After calculation, the number of jack-o-lanterns seems to be insufficient. So he planned to go to Professor McGonagall to get some more.

Walking down the deserted corridor, Tom saw a troubled "person": "Nearly Headless" Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor House. He was dressed up, with long curly hair, a hat with feathers on it, which is still very fashionable even today, and a knee-length tunic with wheel-shaped embroidery on it. Ruffled collar.

Nick was looking out the window melancholy, muttering in a low voice: "...just half an inch! Oh, what if...ah, hello, professor!" He saw Tom walking over.

"Hello, Nick, what seems to be bothering you?" Tom was also a little curious about this group of ghosts. He wanted to know what kind of people could turn into ghosts after death.

"It's just a trivial matter," Nick folded a transparent letter and hid it in his tight jacket. He waved his slender and elegant hands and said in a nonchalant tone, "Ha, a small organization, I don't really mean it. I wanted to participate, so I just gave it a try, but I didn’t expect that I was ‘not eligible’.”

Even as a ghost, Tom could see the deep pain on his face.

Tom observed many details, such as Nick being able to respond to his questions, thinking independently, having his own emotions, and even having a ghost letter and new clothes - the ghost world is not that simple.

Nick's emotions suddenly exploded, "Professor, you have to be fair, am I qualified to join the Headless Hunters? I was struck forty-four times on my neck with a blunt axe!"

He took out the transparent letter again and read angrily: "We only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are separated. If not, the team members will not be able to participate in hunter team activities such as horseback head shows and head balls. I hope You recognize this. Therefore, it is with great regret that I inform you that you do not meet our conditions. Best regards, Mr. Patrick Debordmo."

After reading the letter, Nick stuffed the letter back into his clothes.

"Is this what I want? I wish my head could be cut off cleanly more than anyone else! I mean, that would save me a lot of pain and avoid being made fun of. But..."

Tom wanted to say, "Based on common sense, you are indeed not qualified to join the 'Headless Hunters'." But looking at the intensely emotional Nick, Tom swallowed these words back in his stomach.

The ghost's mood fluctuated greatly, and the hysterical Nick took a few deep breaths to regain his calm and grace.

"There are many headless hunters, but there is only one like you. And in the eyes of most people, your condition is actually the same as losing your head." Although I don't quite understand why Nick wants to join this team so much." Headless Hunters", but Tom still comforted him.

Nick's mood improved visibly, but it was obvious that he still couldn't let go of this matter.

"Halloween should be a grand festival for ghosts, right? How do you celebrate this festival?" Tom remembered the definition of Halloween. It is a "ghost festival". Now there is a ghost standing in front of him, and he can just inquire about the ghost from him. The way they celebrate the holidays. For ghosts, Halloween should be equivalent to New Year’s Day, right? Tom thought in his mind.

Nick puffed up his chest and said with a noble look: "Death anniversary party! This Halloween will be the 500th anniversary of my death. I will hold a party in a relatively spacious underground classroom. Friends will be from People came from all over the country. I even prepared a poem—"

"Would you like to hear it?" he said excitedly.

"Of course." Tom nodded, Nick cleared his throat, adjusted his clothes, and started singing.

After listening to the poem, Tom fell into silence. Behind the elegant poetry is a very bloody and cruel story, which tells the cause of Nick's death.

Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington was the full name of Nearly Headless Nick, a courtier at the court of King Henry VII. As an adult he began to associate openly with Muggles and was knighted. On the evening of October 30, 1492, Sir Nicholas was walking in the park when he met Lady Grieve. She hoped that Nick could help her straighten her teeth, but things went counterproductive. Nick was obviously not good at using transfiguration, and his magic made her grow fangs.

He was imprisoned by the guards who heard the news, took away the wand and was sentenced to death. He shouted throughout the night that he would immediately be able to undo the harm caused to Ms. Greif. But what was waiting was not forgiveness, but the priest. A priest came to Sir Nicholas' cell to "comfort" him and escorted him to his execution at dawn the next day.

Nick, who had been comforted, was speechless when he went to the execution ground.

The executioner's ax was blunt, so Nicholas was struck forty-five times in total, but even so there was still a little bit of skin and tendon attached to his neck.

As a wizard, Tom felt horrified when he heard it, and there was a dull pain in his neck. It is precisely because such stories happened time and time again that there has been such a deep gap between the magic world and the non-magic world. When your relatives, friends, and acquaintances encounter similar things again and again, you will also become afraid of Muggles.

The magical world once extended an olive branch of friendship to the non-magical world, but it was brutally cut off by the Muggles.

"Uh... um..." Tom couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe his mood at the moment, but the appearance of a person resolved his embarrassment in time: Harry Potter appeared with heavy steps. At the end of the corridor. He had just finished Quidditch practice and was soaked and covered in mud.

It can be seen from his expression that he is also worried.

"Hello, young Potter!" Nick greeted him, "You seem to have something on your mind? Can I help?"

Harry shook his head. He was worried about how to defeat the Slytherin team. Unless Nick knew where to get seven free Nimbus 2001, he couldn't help him.

"Meow——" Suddenly there was a sharp and harsh cry, interrupting the conversation of the three people. The caretaker Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, suddenly appears, stares at Harry and screams.

Before Harry could react, Filch, with a thick plaid scarf tied around his head and a red nose, panting heavily, rushed to Harry from behind a tapestry.

Filch was particularly irritable today: he had a cold, and several students accidentally smeared frog brains on the ceiling of the fifth basement classroom. It took him a whole morning to clean it up. Unfortunately, Harry was dripping with muddy water at this time, and the muddy water followed his footsteps...

Then Filch exploded, his eyes bulging out, and the flesh on his chin trembled as he opened and closed his mouth: "Mud water! The castle has been messed up again! Potter -!"

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