Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 612 Interrupted Spells Class
Hermione's face was full of confusion. "What do you mean by very high?"

"Dumbledore, Hagrid, Grindelwald, and Voldemort are at this level." Ryan paused, pointed his mouth towards Harry, and said, "Harry and Riddle can't do it because their realm is not high enough.

Although in terms of magic power alone, Riddle's magic power has long faded, and he has abandoned his original sin and embarked on another path. He is now a demigod who is not a demigod wizard.

As for Harry, his magic power has now reached perfection, even demigod wizards cannot match it. "

"What about Hagrid?" Hermione had read the travel notes written by William Smith, an ancestor of the Ryan family.

But this does not mean that Rubeus Hagrid, who has awakened Hagrid's bloodline, can be compared with Dumbledore and others.

"He relies on the Hagrids' dominance over living things. He's overtaking others."

"I see," Hermione nodded, "What if a normal wizard wants to summon a living object?

Like Newt.

I remember you once said that his strength was his love for magical animals and the response of those magical creatures he raised to him.

His own magic skills are only average. So how did he summon the Niffler?"

Ryan smiled, “Normal wizards want to succeed.

The point is not the steps.

But it lies in the life itself.

Casting it is more like making a phone call, communicating with that life form with your thoughts and obtaining its consent.

It's best if it thinks it belongs to you.

That’s how you can succeed.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the dungeon, interrupting Hermione and Ryan's conversation.

It's Ginny.

She sidled into the classroom, grinned at Harry, and headed for Professor Flitwick's podium at the front of the room.

"Is there something you want to talk to Harry about?" Professor Flitwick smiled and jumped down from a tall pile of books.

"Excuse me, Professor, I need to take Harry upstairs. It's about the Tournament," Ginny said quickly.

"Hurry up and get up!" Ron pushed Harry, who was still sitting motionless on the stool.

Harry looked hesitantly at Professor Flitwick, "Professor, can I -

The course is still——"

"Go! I almost forgot to tell you.

You can also be exempted from all homework in Charms class!
It's just - Weasley!" Professor Flitwick glared at Ron, who was laughing so hard that his eyes were invisible, and then looked at Harry seriously, "Harry, I know that even if I exempt you from homework, you will maintain the good habit of reviewing after class.

But I don’t want your good habit to be taken advantage of by some classmates who don’t like doing homework.”

Ron shrank his neck, he knew that the classmate Professor Flitwick was talking about was him.

So Harry slung his bag over his shoulder, stood up, and after saying goodbye to Professor Flitwick, he and Ginny headed for the door.

"Harry, did you see Ron's embarrassing look? It was so funny!" Ginny couldn't wait to say as soon as Harry walked out of the classroom and closed the door, "Don't you think so? He deserved it. It's his fault for not doing his homework!"

"Yeah, he deserves it, but he's your brother after all," said Harry helplessly - they both walked towards the steps leading to the entrance hall. "What was I called for, Ginny?"

Ginny stuck out her tongue, ignoring Harry's words about respecting Ron.

In response to Harry’s question later, she replied: “It seems like I asked you to take pictures.

You know, this is going to be broadcast live nationwide, right? It's normal to take photos. Just to warm up."

"Whose people were taking the photo - Skywalker Alchemy Workshop or the Daily Prophet?"

"It should be the Daily Prophet. I saw Sirius."

"That's great!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

With Sirius around, he wouldn't be too embarrassed.

After all, he didn't know any of the four warriors except Krum.

Fleur is Ryan's girlfriend. As a Frenchwoman, will she be particularly difficult to get along with? What if I accidentally offend her? "Good luck!" Ginny said, and she threw herself into Harry's arms and gave him a light kiss.

By this time they had arrived outside the room.

Harry knocked on the door and walked in.

This is a smaller classroom, and most of the desks have been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large open space in the middle.

But there were three desks facing each other, placed in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk stood six chairs, one of which held Arthur Weasley.

He was talking to Sirius.

Viktor Krum stood in a corner, sullen as always, not speaking to anyone.

Elvas also stood far away from the others.

He turned around in advance and greeted Harry.

He stretched out his index finger and pointed at his left cheek, which looked very strange.

The same went for Furong. She also stayed away from the others, playing with her golden hair that shone with silver light out of boredom.

Not far away, a pot-bellied man was holding a large black camera that was emitting a little smoke, and was looking at Furong out of the corner of his eye.

Mr. Weasley turned suddenly, and quickly stood up and jumped forward.

But he wasn't doing it for Harry.

Instead, "Ginny! I see you! Come in too. Sirius and I are here!"

Sirius walked quickly to Harry's side and handed him a bronze silk scarf embroidered with an eagle, "Wipe it quickly.

Ginny is really something, don't pay attention.

We're going to take pictures soon!" Harry quickly took it and wiped it on his face.

Only then did he understand the meaning of Elvas's actions just now.

On the other side, Mr. Weasley also walked in with Ginny, whose face was flushed. "This is my daughter! Harry's fiancée."

At this point, he looked towards Furong, as if he was making some important announcement.

Fleur wrinkled her pretty nose, "Come on! I'm not interested in a ridiculous little boy like Harry Potter. I have a boyfriend!"

Cough!

Mr. Weasley coughed rapidly.

“Now that the Warriors have arrived.

Then let me get straight to the point.

Nothing much happened today.

It was a ceremony to test the wands, and the other referees would arrive soon.

We must check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because they are your most important equipment in the future competitions." Mr. Weasley said, "The expert is upstairs with Dumbledore.

Then some pictures. This is Sirius Black," he said, pointing at Sirius, "He is writing a short article about the Tournament for the Daily Prophet..."

"You? Writing an article?" Harry looked at Sirius curiously, blinking.

Sirius didn't answer directly.

He looked at Mr. Weasley first, "Arthur, pause for a moment.

It just so happens that the other referees haven't arrived yet.

I want to talk to our youngest warrior first.

You know, you need it for writing." Sirius winked at Mr. Weasley secretly.

(End of this chapter)