The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

With a flick of his wand, Moriarty, the four rows of chairs disappeared, and they now had a wide field.

Professor Flitwick nodded: "Okay kids, what are you waiting for? Let's practice!"

There was a cry of freezing spells in the classroom, and the spells flew around, and the missed spells hit the chandelier, and the shadows of the lights swayed on the wall.

Penello looked around, pursed his lips and smiled, "Fortunately, it's morning, otherwise there would be dozens more ghost shadows."

Moriarty was noncommittal, and said to her, "Do you want to practice with frozen dead objects, or with living objects?"

"Of course, practice from dead objects." Penello raised his wand, "I'm ready, please release the target."

"First, our chair."

Moriarty flicked his wand with his fingers, and the chair that he had disappeared before appeared on the ground two meters away from Penello.

Penello kept looking at Moriarty from the corner of her eyes. She was nervous and excited when she teamed up with Moriarty for the first time and cast magic in front of Moriarty for the first time.

"Penello?" Moriarty reminded her softly when she saw that she was still moving.

"Oh, oh, sorry, I'll start right away." Penello nodded in a panic, pointing the tip of his wand at the chair, "Immobuius!"

A blue light emerged from the tip of the stick, hit the chair, made a "pop" sound, and the chair was blown out of a gap.

Obviously, this is not the magical effect of the Freezing Curse, and Penello failed.

"Oh no, I didn't do it on purpose..." Penello looked at the broken chair, tears rolling in her eyes. She damaged the school's public property, and her education told her that it was wrong.

On top of that, what would Moriarty think of her if she screwed up their combo?

Moriarty pointed his wand at the broken chair and restored it in one fell swoop.

"Come again, Penelope." Moriarty nodded to her. "The pronunciation is not standard, it's Immobulus. The last 'l' must be pronounced again. Do it again."

"Well," Penello held back her tears and bit her lower lip lightly: "Okay."

Gripping her wand tightly, trying not to look at Moriarty, she concentrated on calling, "Immobulus!"

"Whoosh!"

A small ice arrow flew out and hit the chair, freezing most of the chair in an instant.

"The progress is obvious." Moriarty restored the chair to its original appearance.

Penello finally smiled, and his interest became higher and higher: "I'll try again. Immobulus!"

"Fine, as long as you focus, you'll find it's not that hard, will you?" Moriarty turned the completely frozen chair into an armchair. "Try this big guy."

Penello practiced for a while until she was able to master the technique of freezing dead objects, and began to try freezing living objects.

She was a little tired from casting spells many times, and Moriarty pulled Penello to sit down on the newly transformed sofa.

She sat next to Moriarty, her butt touching only the edge, her hands on her lap, and she looked like a sweet little daughter-in-law.

Just a little too well-behaved.

"Can you rest while sitting like this?" Moriarty looked at Penello amusedly: "Sit up."

Penello sat up obediently, and inevitably touched Moriarty's body parts. Like a frightened rabbit, she always avoided first and then slowly approached.

Moriarty stared at Penello meaningfully, and Penello's face quickly turned red, and she stammered to change the subject: "October, October, the weather is going to get cold."

As soon as the words came out, Penello regretted it.

Merlin, what am I doing?

I'm actually talking about the weather! How poor!

Penello didn't know what Moriarty answered, she was thinking about a profound magical question, and then asked Moriarty.

She hoped that Moriarty would give her a high look, and it would be best to discuss some profound issue with Moriarty.

Instead of being like this-talking about the weather without words!

Finally, Penello remembered a question.

"Moriarty, do you still remember the clash between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw at the stadium? Why didn't I get stirred up by Dracula?"

Moriarty stared into her blue eyes, and explained deeply: "Dracula's virus magic cannot control everyone's mind, such as those wizards with strong minds, wizards with a strong heart, and those with great pride and self-esteem. Strong wizards... Dracula can't control them."

"Oh~ I understand." Penello looked at Moriarty eagerly: "At that time, I was thinking about how to join the team. Maybe I didn't give the virus magic a chance."

"That's right." Moriarty nodded slightly. "I noticed that Wood was not under control at the time. He was focused on Quidditch. It was difficult for Dracula to break through his psychological defense."

"It turns out that playing Quidditch has this kind of benefit." Penello smiled. In fact, only she knew that the reason why she was not controlled by Dracula was not Quidditch, but because she had a support in her heart and a desire. A strong desire to keep up with someone.

But she was still going to talk about Quidditch, Moriarty was "forever shining", talking about things on the court with him, wouldn't the topic open up.

"In mid-October, the team began to select new players. I don't know if I can pass the selection." Penello sighed. Ravenclaw Academy is always full of top students, and she has many competitors.

"Mid-October..." Moriarty thought for a while, the new broom will be released in November at the earliest, "It's too late, I can only wait for you to join the team and I will give you a new broom."

"I don't want it." Penello refused very decisively.

"Why?" Moriarty asked. "If you're going to keep working and earning broom money, you're going to burn out."

The new broom was different from the wand set. Moriarty didn't want to popularize the wizarding world. On the contrary, he wanted to grab high profits.

How could Penello, who was born mediocrely, be able to afford it?

I'm afraid the money earned from working part-time is not enough to pay for a new broom! To buy a new broom, I'm afraid she will have to work for ten years!

But Moriarty knew that Penello was a strong girl, so she didn't say it outright.

Penello might have noticed it. She lowered her head and whispered, "I don't want to spend your money. Who am I? How can I spend your money?"

In the end, Moriarty didn't hear what she said, her voice was like fine lines.

"Don't want to spend my money? Well," Moriarty shrugged, "but you have to know, it's not my money, because I want a broomstick developed by me, so I still need to buy it? Does it cost money?"

"Pfft," Penello couldn't help laughing, and said coquettishly, "I'm so proud of you."

After the words came out, Penello was taken aback again. It seemed too intimate to say such words based on the relationship between them.

Moriarty didn't feel anything special, but at this moment, Professor Flitwick waved his wand and made a firework that "bang" and the students stopped shouting "Immobulus", and the last few spell lights fell on the ground.

"That's great, I bet none of you are checking the time." Teacher Flitwick smiled and said, "The get out of class is about to end. You have been too involved in practicing to notice this. Clean up and get out of class can end."

The bustling students moved, they waved their wands to disappear the dead objects, and Moriarty transformed the disappearing chair back intact.

After seeing it, Professor Flitwick praised: "Although I'm not a professor of Transfiguration, I still want to give you extra points."

"Professor, we can already freeze living things." Penelope said loudly, giving Professor Flitwick a reason to add points.

"Okay very good, then - ten points to both houses."

"Professor, we, our group can also freeze living things. Oh, hiss, it's so cold..." A trembling male voice shouted from the other end of the classroom.

Professor Flitwick tracked down the owner of the voice and screamed, "What's going on? How can you practice with yourself! Oh, your feet?"

Everyone looked over, and Moriarty saw the Ravenclaw boy and Lilith sitting behind him with their feet frozen to the ground, and the frost spread all the way to his calves!

"He voluntarily," Lilith explained, with a cold voice, "He said he can resist my Freezing Curse, and my magic power is not too much, so it won't cause him any harm."

"Well, yes," the boy shivered from the cold, but he didn't forget to give Lilith a smile, "Piliwick is right! That's what I said.

You see, I can break free at any time, no problem at all! "

He tried to stand on tiptoe, and with a "click", the ice crystals shattered, and the soles of his shoes were torn off, and the pants on his calf were also frozen into pieces by the frost.

"Hahaha..." The students roared with laughter.

"Back to original!" Professor Flitwick waved his wand to restore his pants and shoes. The boy cheekily asked if he could add points, and Lilith left directly.

"Poor Kars Rocco." Penello shook his head regretfully: "He thought he could pick a rose for fun, but he didn't expect that the rose was not only thorny but also a black rose."

"Aha, I'm glad you figured it out too. Looks like I'll have to change my mind. The girls at Hogwarts are smarter than the boys."

As soon as this unusually active voice was heard by Jericho, Moriarty glanced behind him and saw Jericho approaching with a smile.

"If you want me to talk about that boy—what about Kars? Who cares what his last name is—you want me to say that he is a toad who wants to eat swan meat! How can Missy let him succeed?"

Moriarty didn't want to talk about Lilith with him, so he raised his eyebrows at Jericho: "Your companion, where's that Ravenclaw girl? I see you guys have a good chat."

"Yes," Jericho turned back and waved to the Ravenclaw girl who was waiting for him. The girl tilted her head at him, and he said to Moriarty and Penelope: "Let's meet to go to the library , do you want to go together?"

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