Two Worlds: I studied at Hogwarts

If Muen trusted anyone the most, it would definitely be Neil.

As Muen's uncle in name, Neil had actually done everything a father should do for the past eleven years.

Even his trust in Zalan was based on Neil's judgment.

Recently, the price level in Xilin Town has begun to rise.

Originally, a silver coin could buy ten pounds of rye, but now it can only buy five pounds, and there are purchase restrictions.

Even though the alley had just purchased a batch of grain yesterday, no one could say how long the war would last.

So before dawn, all the adults in the alley went out to queue up to buy grain.

And after the adults at home left, Zalan became the guardian of all the children in the alley.

It was precisely because of this that Muen dared to reveal a little secret to him.

......

"Are you saying that this little dot that lights up is magic?"

Looking at the white light flashing from the tip of Muen's wand, Zalan asked with a face full of suspicion.

"That's right, this is the [Lumos Charm]."

"Lumos Charm? What's the difference between this and my torch?"

Zalan didn't think much of it. In his opinion, magic should be something that humans can't do.

But Muen's spell only illuminated the area within three meters, which made him somewhat disappointed.

Seeing the expression on Zalan's face, Muen also had a hint of showing off.

"Then you can try this, [Leg-Locker Curse]."

When the willow wand pointed at Zalan, the man who had just been mocking Muen lost his balance and fell directly to the ground.

When Muen was about to go over to help him up, Zalan let out a cry of surprise.

"Oh, amazing! This is magic!"

Zalan didn't have the painful look of someone who had been cursed at all. After feeling that his legs couldn't move, he was even faintly excited.

The shouting in the kitchen reached the courtyard. Neil comforted Aunt Daisy and his cousin Sophia, then walked to the kitchen alone.

Seeing Zalan lying on the ground, Neil hurried over and helped him to a chair.

"Muen, I told you, you shouldn't reveal this."

"Come on, Neil, this thing should be practiced, not hidden. Bah, bah!"

Zalan said, spitting out the weeds he had just eaten when he fell.

"He's only eleven years old, Zalan."

Neil frowned at Zalan. In his opinion, Muen should be the one being protected now.

"What about eleven years old? Does [Night Owl] not kill eleven-year-old children!"

Zalan's words left Neil speechless.

The name [Night Owl] was something he had always avoided mentioning, even though the name was so close to Xilin now.

"Night... Night... Owl, is an adult's business!"

"Alright, Warrant Officer Neil, I know what you're going to say. You have to run a little further to buy grain tomorrow, go to sleep early."

"This is my home, not the army! Colonel."

"Warrant Officer Neil, are you going to disobey orders!"

Zalan's tone wasn't heavy, but Neil finally lost and glared at him fiercely before turning and leaving.

Looking at Neil's back, Muen wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

"Alright, kid, your uncle will figure it out. Untie my legs first."

"I don't know how."

"You don't know how! Then how long will I be trapped?"

"I think it shouldn't be more than ten minutes."

"Ten minutes, that's fine."

Ten minutes later, the [Leg-Locker Curse] still hadn't been lifted.

Twenty minutes later, it still hadn't been lifted. At this time, Zalan had become irritable.

Muen was also a little panicked. He estimated the duration of the spell based on his casting of the spell at Hogwarts.

At that time, his spell target was a stick figure, which only lasted for ten minutes at most.

But now the spell was being cast on a living person.

There was no reason for it to exceed ten minutes?

When Muen was moving Zalan's legs, he looked at the wand on the side.

He guessed that the reason was likely to be on this wand.

For a whole hour, Muen's hands were sore from massaging, and Zalan's legs gradually regained consciousness.

"This magic is really awesome!"

......

The next day, half of the adults in the alley stayed behind.

It wasn't that they didn't need to buy supplies anymore, but everyone pooled their money together and gave it to eight people led by Neil.

They were going to Donggang City further south, and while the situation there wasn't tense yet, they would buy some cheap grain back.

Zalan should have gone to Donggang City together, but he refused Neil's request and instead found himself a leisurely job.

[Spellcaster Instructor]

This was the title Zalan gave himself after a big fight with Neil.

As for the instruction target, it was naturally Muen.

"How did you convince Neil?"

Walking on the road to the hazelnut forest cabin, Muen looked at Zalan curiously.

"Convince? No, your uncle actually understands everything, he just doesn't want you to take risks."

Muen could understand Neil, but he actually wanted to prove himself.

"The war will definitely come, right?"

"That's right, so you need to master these even more."

The farm in winter doesn't need any guarding, so it became the most suitable place for Muen to secretly practice magic.

But this time, the way of practicing was completely unexpected by Muen.

......

"No! No! Your speed is too slow."

After arriving at the cabin, Zalan and Muen started practicing immediately without resting.

But Muen was reprimanded in the first step.

"From the time you reach out to get that wooden stick, to the time you take it out, and then chant the spell, this time is enough for me to shoot three rounds of continuous arrows. By then, you will be filled with nine holes!"

Zalan was very dissatisfied with Muen's spellcasting speed. In order to prove that he was right, he directly started shooting arrows in front of the wooden house.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Continuous arrows, three arrows per shot.

From taking the arrow from the quiver on his back to all nine arrows hitting the target, Zalan only used less than a breath of time.

"See, either you don't let the other person know your intentions, or you must be faster than the other person, so that you can survive."

After entering training, Zalan was completely like a different person. In his eyes, all moves should be fast and ruthless enough.

"But others definitely won't know what I'm doing with the wooden stick, they won't be wary."

Muen very much agreed with Zalan's statement. As long as the opponent didn't know his intentions, then the one who would win in the end would definitely be him.

Just like the [Night Owl] who fell in the cave, he only thought that Muen was holding a small wooden stick for herding sheep.

"Of course not now, but you can't be complacent, others will know sooner or later!"

Zalan's statement was very correct, Muen was indeed complacent.

But war often cannot tolerate complacency.

So Muen could only practice drawing the wand, waving the wand, and casting spells over and over again in the next few days......

Until he was exhausted and could no longer cast a spell, Zalan allowed him to rest.

......

"Do you think carrying out weight-bearing exercises will help you improve your magic strength?"

Zalan, who had a half-baked understanding of magic, very much wanted to help Muen extend his practice time, but he didn't know how to do it, so he could only discuss it with Muen.

"I don't think it will be of much use, and besides, this trip is more tiring than me harvesting all the hazelnuts in the entire forest."

Muen was telling the truth, he had never been so tired.

And this kind of fatigue is not only physical fatigue, but mental fatigue is actually even more tiring.

"Okay, then you rest first, as for the herbal book you want to find, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."