The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 181 Let’s go find Lu Wei

Easter vacation, a useless vacation in Ada's eyes. During this vacation, students cannot leave school and have to face a pile of homework assigned by professors. It is far less fun than Christmas vacation.

But there is some good news. As the weather gets warmer, there are more and more good days in school, and even the wind is warm. After taking off the heavy winter clothes and changing into light clothes, Ada can take Garlon for a walk by the Black Lake again.

Since she found a way to defeat the puppet, Ada went to the underground room more and more often, but even though she found a way, Ada still couldn't defeat the puppet.

Know where your shortcomings are and know how to make up for them, but this requires a process to perfect. Rome was not built in a day.

Ada needs to improve her control over the timing of casting spells to maximize the advantages that the spells can bring to her. At the same time, she needs to make her offense more flexible so that it is not too rigid and others cannot figure out her routines.

This is a difficult process, and Ada needs time and determination to correct her previous bad habits. Fortunately, Ada is a person who can be ruthless to herself, and she is still young, so there is still a lot of time left for her to transform into a better self.

During the time when Ada was struggling with herself, the school seemed to be at peace. Although Quirrell looked increasingly paler and thinner, he still did not take any action. The twins even joked that he might not even be able to get past Fluffy, the three-headed dog.

The twins can't be blamed for their disrespect for the villain, it's just that Quirrell's image is too deeply rooted in people's minds. Students think Quirrell may be the faculty member with the worst magical ability, only higher than Hagrid and Filch.

Filch never showed off his magic. He always used his broken broom to clean up the dust. The students thought that he either didn't use it or he just didn't know how to use it.

Hagrid, the guardian of the Forbidden Forest, doesn't use magic either. Of course, it's not that he doesn't use magic, but that he can't use it. Even without magic, Hagrid is still very intimidating with his physique far superior to that of an ordinary person and the pets in the Forbidden Forest.

As the school's main subject professor, Quirrell has been equated with these two, so you can imagine his status in the school. Even Professor Bathsheda Babling, who once admired him, is very conflicted about him, feeling sorry for his experience but also disliking his current disappointing appearance.

One afternoon, the sky was clear and blue like the color of forget-me-nots. It was the best weather in several months. Ida sat on a boulder by the Black Lake, Fred and George rolled up their trouser legs and stood in the still cool water, and the dog Garlon was chasing butterflies near the three of them.

Brothers Fred and George were playing a game of skipping stones on the water, with the stakes being one Sickle. George's stone skipped five times in a row, and Fred reluctantly handed his brother a silver Sickle, then angrily threw all the stones in his hand into the water.

"Life is so boring, let's find something to do!" Fred suggested. The recent days have been really boring, repeating the same life every day, making it difficult to get motivated.

Ada touched her earlobe and said slowly, "Would you like me to prepare a set of review questions for the two of you? I guarantee you won't be bored."

"That's not necessary." George waved his hand, rejecting Ada's enthusiasm. "It's still a long time before the exam, there's no need to be so anxious, and we've been very serious in class this year."

"I didn't know I could sit in a chair so long!" Fred exclaimed, "I almost admire myself."

Ada, who had transformed into a fake-smiling girl, clapped her hands vigorously and said sarcastically, "Does Mrs. Weasley know that you worship yourself so much?"

"Of course I know. As a mother, she must be very proud to have given birth to two such smart and capable sons!" George also began to brag about himself, saying that he was no worse than his brothers.

"Well, two outstanding Mr. Weasleys, how about we go find Fluffy tonight?"

Ada's proposal was strongly agreed by the two Mr. Weasleys, so at midnight, the three of them appeared in Fluffy's room.

The huge three-headed dog Lu Wei did not roar. It was already familiar with the three people who often came and went. It just stared at the three people with its six eyes. If the three people dared to get any closer, don't blame its ruthless iron mouth.

The three-headed dog is a ferocious magical creature that is notoriously difficult to tame. No one can get close to it except its recognized owner. Although Ada and the other two have come here many times, they are not Hagrid, and they cannot pass Fluffy's guard with just their faces.

Fortunately, Ada was prepared. She started to whistle. There is no more economical instrument than this. In order to play the melody, Ada practiced for a long time. With the whistle, the body of the three-headed dog Fluffy began to shake and soon fell asleep.

Fred and George quickly opened the trapdoor. It was pitch black and they couldn't see anything. They wanted to ask Ada what to do, but they saw that Ada was whistling all the time, so they jumped down. The two brothers jumped down recklessly, and Ada had to follow them. However, they didn't fall directly to the ground, but landed softly on a pile of plants.

A light appeared in the darkness, and Ada's luminescent charm illuminated all the corners under the trapdoor.

As the light faded, the plant covering the ground stretched out its snake-like tendrils and began to wrap around the three students that had fallen on it, attempting to strangle the intruders.

The plant wrapped around the twins quickly, but was very slow to wrap around Ada, and was constantly avoiding Ada's glowing wand.

"Why does this thing look so familiar to me?" Fred shouted loudly, his legs entangled and unable to move.

"It's more than just familiar. I think we must have learned it before!" George, who had been struggling, was entangled even tighter, and all his limbs were entangled.

With the help of the light in her hand, Ada certainly knew what the plant that was entangled with her was. It was a devil's snare, a plant that liked darkness and humidity. It would strangle any creature that approached it with its vines.

"Relax your whole body and don't struggle." Ada said to the two brothers. The devil's net released Ada who stopped struggling, and Ada fell down and stood on the ground again.

After a while, the twins also fell down. They trusted Ada unconditionally. Ada asked them to relax and not struggle, so they stopped struggling, even though they might be strangled by the devil's snare.

Fred landed on the ground again and muttered, "This is the first time I feel so comfortable with my feet on the ground."

"Is this thing a devil's internet cafe?" George said as he rubbed his body. "We learned about it in the Herbology class."

"Yes, this huge pile of devil's snares should be provided by Professor Sprout." Ida paused and continued, "Just like the three-headed dog provided by Hagrid."

Although Ada didn't finish her words, the twins understood what she meant, which meant that there were other arrangements made by other professors waiting for them.

"Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, that old bat Snape..." Fred began to count on his fingers, "Add Dumbledore, who else am I missing?"

"And our dear Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirrell!" George counted them as well, but he counted one more Quirrell than Fred.

"Whoever else is there, I hope it's not arranged by Professor Trelawney and Professor Babbling," said Ada.

She had only attended Ida's divination class once, as she had no interest in this mysterious course. And the ancient runes taught by Professor Babel were too difficult. Although it was just a matter of relearning a language, the key problem was that the language had not been passed down completely.

More than one language has disappeared over time; Old English is now spoken by only a few people, and the same is true for ancient runes.

Coupled with the turmoil of the Middle Ages, a large number of ancient runic manuscripts were lost, and the language was interrupted. Today's wizards can only infer the meaning of runic characters from the few known words and understand the grandeur of ancient magic.

Often, when Ada read through an ancient runic translation, the progress bar might only go up a little, or not go up at all, because the article might be full of errors and omissions, completely misleading students, and the system was merciful not to deduct progress.

Therefore, Ada did not want to see any traps set up by Professor Babel. Because no one knew which characters Professor Babel would use to set up the traps, whether there were any disputes over the translation of these characters, and if so, which translation Professor Babel would use.

The unknown is mankind’s greatest fear.

(End of this chapter)