Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

"Professor, is there a magic spell that can solidify an object and prevent accidental damage?"

After entering the classroom, John and Professor Flitwick casually sat down at the row of desks and chairs.

Then John curiously asked Professor Flitwick.

"Oh, to solidify and prevent accidental damage..."

"You want to protect something from damage, right?"

"There isn't such a curse yet; rather than saying there isn't one, it's more accurate to say that no one is willing to develop it."

After hearing John's question, Professor Flitwick stroked his chin and thought for a moment before giving his answer.

Before John could ask why no one had developed it, Professor Flitwick continued, "Because there's already a more convenient spell, the Restoration Spell."

Professor Flitwick then gave a live demonstration.

He casually waved his wand, and a book that was on the shelf flew out.

The next moment, it was struck by a red spell from Professor Flitwick and shattered into pieces, turning into countless scraps of paper.

"Look closely, it's been restored to its original condition."

As Professor Flitwick finished speaking, the scattered paper scraps seemed to turn back time, instantly gathering together and restoring them to their original state without any damage.

John's eyes lit up when he saw this.

"Professor, I want to learn this!"

Seeing John's admiring gaze, Professor Flitwick chuckled and said, "Of course you can. Although this isn't your current course, I'm confident you have the talent to learn it."

However, the professor did not let John try to fix the paper scraps directly. Instead, he simply took out a piece of paper, tore it in half, and placed it in front of John.

"First, take out your wand and draw a circle around the target, then gently tap the target and chant the spell to restore it to its original state."

"The more complex the spell, the more difficult it is to repair, and the more magic power and energy it consumes."

John nodded and, following Professor Filivia's instructions, first practiced reciting the spell and making the wand gestures.

After finishing his practice, John pointed at the piece of paper torn in two and waved his wand: "Restored to its original state."

As he moved, John once again felt the flow of magic within his body and grasped that feeling.

Magic flowed from the tip of the staff, enveloping the two halves of paper, and the two halves automatically joined together in the next moment.

Professor Flitwick was the first to pick up the paper and examine it.

"Very good, very good, Merrick, you are indeed very talented."

"After that, you need to practice diligently, and you will be able to fully master this spell and repair what you want to repair."

"Of course, there's one thing I have to remind you: this spell can't repair some high-level magical items."

Flitwick was very pleased to see John succeed; students who learn so quickly are truly rare.

However, he continued to explain some knowledge about healing spells to John.

"Professor Flitwick, how do wizards typically protect high-level magical items that cannot be repaired?"

John's interest in the spell grew considerably after learning it so quickly, and he continued to ask questions.

"Magical items are essentially collections of magical power, and most basic spells have no effect on them."

"Unless your magical power is extremely strong, it is impossible to affect magical items."

"Ordinary wizards can't do that, so they usually just wrap a magical object in an armor charm to prevent external damage from easily hitting it."

"More advanced methods might involve using powerful spells to hide things, but you can't access those yet. You've only just entered the wizarding world, so there's no need to rush."

John nodded; he also understood the principle of taking things one step at a time.

John was very satisfied with his fruitful day. He learned two spells, obtained a transfiguration journal, and gained some knowledge about the wizarding world.

However, he suddenly remembered his thoughts from last night and continued to ask Professor Flitwick.

"Oh, right, Professor, I have another question."

"If I learn the Cleansing Charm, will I no longer need to take baths?"

Professor Flitwick: "..."

John then learned the Cleansing Charm as he wished, and like the Restoration Charm, he learned it in no time.

However, John was still a little disappointed when he learned that the Cleansing Charm was also a water-based cleansing spell, rather than making someone suddenly clean.

In other words, he still has to take off all his clothes before he can take a bath.

It's just a matter of changing from hand washing to magical fully automatic cleaning.

I might as well wash it by hand. What if the magic hurts my good brother without knowing how to use it properly?

......

John returned to the Great Hall at lunchtime, and Ryan and Ethan thought that Professor McGonagall had also taken John to do hard labor.

John simply explained that Professor McGonagall was giving him extra help, without mentioning the diary.

It wasn't that John was stingy and didn't want to share; it was just that this diary was Professor McGonagall's private diary, and it wasn't appropriate to show it to others without her permission.

If they want to learn, they will naturally seek out teachers or top students to learn from.

After lunch, John went back to his dorm for a nap as usual, while Ryan and Ethan were too excited about their afternoon flight lesson to rest, so John went back alone.

Flight lessons are like physical education classes in a past life—they always excite the children.

Just as John was walking back to his dorm, he saw the same round-faced orange cat again, chasing a mouse, just like the first time he saw it.

Rich cats, those that catch mice are all rich cats.

John didn't recognize that this mouse was the same as the one from last time, since in his opinion all mice looked pretty much the same.

When the mouse saw John blocking its way, it actually turned around and ran around him.

But John wasn't about to let it get away. He took two steps in three quick strides and stomped on the mouse.

The rat immediately let out a squeak and began to struggle violently.

"Hey Orange, I caught the mouse for you this time, aren't you going to thank me?"

When the orange cat saw John stepping on the mouse, it slowed down, sniffed it, and bit the mouse's rear end. It also patted John's foot with its paw.

It seemed to be indicating that he could let go of the mouse.

John slowly loosened his grip, and the mouse struggled even more violently, but was firmly restrained by the orange cat.

With a single, swift swipe of its claws, the mouse was completely disoriented.

Just as John was getting into the story, a man and a woman ran out from around the corner. They were Ron and Hermione, whom John had seen at the entrance of the synagogue that morning.

"Blemish!"

"Let go of Banban right now!!"

Upon seeing the scene before him, Ron immediately rushed over angrily, kicked the orange cat away, and protected the mouse that was bitten all over.

"Oh no, Banban, what's wrong with you? Don't die!"

Ron held the mouse, muttering to himself worriedly.

John had initially intended to scold Ron when he saw him kick the orange cat away, but when he saw Ron's reaction, John's mind went blank for a moment.

Could this rat be his pet?

Oops, did I just almost kill someone's pet...?