Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 144 Tells You a Secret

"Me? I don't mind having a passionate romance, however, Eastern girls' views on love are a little different from yours—"

Cho Chang crept closer to Harry and whispered:

"I often need several months or even longer before I find my Mr. Right. I don't like relationships that start hastily before I'm sure about them."

"I think that's great."

Harry felt his face burning.

He was in a daze for the rest of the day.

Even though Valentine's Day hasn't arrived yet, he feels like he's already celebrated it.

When he went to the Room of Requirement to practice his spells after class, the power of his spells was clearly increased by a level, leaving Ron speechless.

"You have a secret, buddy?"

"This is the power of love!"

Harry was overwhelmed with emotion and released another petrifying attack.

Damon, who was resting his chin on one hand and flipping through "The Spell of Defense and Deterrence," just turned his head and chuckled softly.

"Is this what youth is? It's wonderful."

Hermione looked at him with a displeased expression after hearing this.

"what happened?"

"No, there isn't."

At a time when she should have been enjoying her youth, she was already overwhelmed with problems!

Moreover, Damon's attitude has been far too lazy lately—although he is still reading, Hermione has rarely seen him practice spells anymore, a stark contrast to his previous habit of practicing for an entire day at a time.

Although Hermione felt she had no right to worry about Damon, she was still a little unhappy—had Damon lost the will to keep trying after all the praise from others?

"You clearly have something on your mind, but you're afraid to say it?"

In the past, Damon might not have cared, but now that he had plenty of free time, he was naturally interested in teasing Hermione—sure enough, upon hearing her say that, Hermione's face puffed up, and she glared at him angrily.

“What do I have to be afraid to say? Fine, I’ll say it then, you’re the one who told me to say it.”

Her tone was somewhat weak, almost like a eunuch risking his life to remonstrate with the emperor, only to be beheaded after he finished speaking.

"I haven't seen you practice spells in a long time. Do you think you no longer need to practice?"

"Indeed."

Hermione was surprised by his frank admission and her eyes widened in surprise.

Damon chuckled. "But it's not what you think."

Damon stood up, and Ron and Harry were watching him—it seemed that although they didn't say it outwardly, they were quite concerned about this matter.

“Practice alone is no longer meaningful to me. What I need now is that occasional flash of inspiration.”

As he spoke, he didn't even take out his wand; instead, he made a 'pistol' gesture with one hand and 'fired' a shot at the training puppet in front of him.

"Bang! They all turned to stone."

Snapped!
The next moment, the eight training puppets in front of them simultaneously showed signs of petrification!

"Look, this is what I just thought of. It only needs to be cast once, but it can petrify everything within its range—though it seems to need further refinement right now, as it can't petrify the ground as well." "Oh, that's already amazing."

Ron was lost in thought as he shared his thoughts, his mind almost completely blank.

He and Harry exchanged a glance, saw the silent scream in each other's eyes, and then he continued practicing with his head down—a flash of white light, and all the petrified training puppets had been restored.

It has to be said that without the Room of Requirement, finding so many practice puppets would be quite troublesome.

The thought that their spells, cast with wands, were less powerful than Damon's spells without wands made them feel a little disheartened. Fortunately, their current level of magic was not high enough. If Professor Flitwick were here, he would probably be dozens of times more shocked than they were.

When did spellcasting without wielding a weapon become capable of producing such power?

"It seems I was overthinking it."

Hermione's face was slightly flushed, and with her round, tender cheeks, she looked like a bright red apple made of diamonds, making Damon suddenly want to take a bite.

"No, I'm glad to see that you care about your friends—you never used to be like this."

Damon sat down again.

"That was so long ago. You should update your perception of me."

At night, the group used illusion spells to leave the House of Requirement. They transformed into their true forms as they approached the corner of the common room, taking advantage of the absence of others.

But around the corner, there were still seven or eight witches lingering. I never expected it to be so close to the time for the night tour—oh, if they were Gryffindor students, they might still make it.

Upon hearing footsteps, they immediately turned around alertly—and after seeing Damon appear, a sound like a kettle boiling came from the crowd.

Then a girl shyly stepped forward and handed Damon a thin booklet, saying, "This is a gift I prepared for you in advance. Would you... would you like to accept it?"

Damon raised an eyebrow, took it, and only after confirming that there were no magical traces on it did he hold it under his arm.

He didn't say thank you—from his experiences over the past few months, he had gradually come to realize one thing—if you are polite to everyone, that politeness will eventually make everyone cling to you, for better or for worse.

A proper sense of distance helps keep his life quiet.

Damon accepted the gift and walked right past the girl.

Harry saw her lower her head, looking somewhat disappointed, but then she couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing that Damon accepted the gift, the others were also eager to try—someone handed over a box of magic chocolates—before handing it over, she repeatedly emphasized that the magic on them was harmless.

Then came the scented potion, the hand-woven cloak embroidered with a girl's name (D+), and the homemade amulet—which Damon refused because it contained aphrodisiacs.

When Damon returned to the Gryffindor common room, the girls outside had already excitedly come to a new conclusion—gifts or love letters in public could only be delivered through Hermione, but in private, less crowded settings, White didn't seem to mind accepting their gifts.

"This is something only we can know, understand, sisters?"

"of course!"

The group solemnly reached a tacit understanding, as if making an "unbreakable vow."

But soon after, he said, "I'm only telling you this, you absolutely, positively, and without a doubt, you must not tell anyone else!"

"This must be kept a secret. I discovered it secretly. If anyone else finds out, we're finished!"

"."

The news that Damon would accept gifts in a secluded setting spread throughout the entire Hogwarts girls' circle on the very next day.

In the Great Hall that morning, just sitting next to Damon, Harry felt like the gazes around him were like rays of fire, burning his back with an itch.

(End of this chapter)