Bring a fairy tale to Hogwarts!

Standing on the sun-drenched lawn next to the Three Broomsticks bar, Fred understood.

Fred understood.

In that instant, countless myths he had read before flashed through his mind, including one or two from India. But regardless of which one, they all emphasized one very important thing—the wording of the blessing is crucial, because no matter how similar the meaning may sound, any part that doesn't match the wording will never be effective.

For example, Fred had read about Hilary Caschip in a history of magic textbook.

This is a sorcerer legend from India. It is said that this person with a very long name has a series of extraordinary magical protective abilities, including being unable to be killed by any person or animal, being unable to be killed by day or night, being unable to be killed on the ground or in the air, and so on.

But in the end, another wizard, in a half-man, half-lion state (neither human nor animal), used his claws to tear his throat at dusk (neither night nor day) from his own leg (neither on the ground nor in the air), and still completed the murder.

Thinking about this, Fred finally understood—

The word "blessing" is actually a wordplay, used to limit the scope of the protective magic's effect.

Professor, are you playing word games with me?

Fred was tap dancing wildly while inwardly roaring with grief and anger.

At this moment, he finally understood why Victor said it was a "small" blessing.

But something is better than nothing. After spinning around in the sunlight, Fred, controlled by the spell of the Tarantella dance, assumed a one-legged stance on the ground, while simultaneously devising a plan in his mind.

"Haha...ha...Fred, you just wait and see..."

Across from him, Bolette gasped for breath and gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words, "Abolish your weapon."

Fred dodged the spell with a dance, then raised his wand and cast "Water of the Spring," drenching Bolette from head to toe.

"You're the one who should give up," Fred said, jumping around without any hesitation. "You're laughing so hard you can't move, how are you going to chant a spell? Besides, in your current state, there's no way you could hit me."

Even while speaking, Fred danced triumphantly in front of him, successfully provoking Borrett. Borrett panted twice more and shouted out the first spell that came to mind:

"A barrage of bullets!"

A golden light immediately emanated from his wand, and it continuously struck out in the direction the wand moved.

The light covered most of the lawn, and all the blades of grass that were touched were knocked to the ground. Judging from the extent of the broken roots, if it hit a person, it would leave them bruised and battered... but it still might not be able to pierce their skin.

As the spells moved, they finally caught up with Fred.

George, watching from the sidelines, immediately covered his eyes, unable to bear the sight. He knew Fred didn't know the Iron Mantra yet, after all, they were only in their third year and had just started school.

But to everyone's surprise, just as the tip of the wand was pointing at Fred, Borette's wand suddenly trembled violently for a moment, and then inexplicably stopped firing.

Bolalette: "?"

Driss: "?"

Lee Jordan: "?"

Fred and George: "!!"

"It's done!" Fred jumped up and shouted excitedly.

"Successful? What did you succeed in? It was just an accident!" Bollett said through gritted teeth, not even noticing when she had stopped panting. "You won't be this lucky forever!"

"Damn it, why is this wand broken..."

Frustrated, he fidgeted with his wand, even slapping it twice, but to no avail. So Bolette tried to check if there was something wrong with the tip—

But as soon as he turned the wand head slightly toward himself, the dormant golden light inexplicably revived and shot toward him at lightning speed!

"ah!!"

Bolette was hit by his own barrage of bullets and immediately cried out in pain, involuntarily taking a few steps back. Unexpectedly, there was a small pebble right behind him, which he accidentally stepped on, causing him to slip and fall backward uncontrollably—

"thump!"

"Thump!"

He fell to the ground, and because it was a slope, he rolled uncontrollably down the slope several times until he crashed into a tree below. Then, with a thud, he slammed into the tree trunk and lay on the ground for a while to recover.

This series of coincidences left everyone around them stunned, especially George and Lee Jordan.

They stared blankly at the fallen Bolette.

So... Fred won?

Is the blessing really that effective? It doesn't feel like receiving a blessing; it feels more like drinking a whole bottle of Felix Felicis—the kind Professor Snape brewed himself.

Only Fred jumped up excitedly, shouting, "I get it! I get it!"

George paused for a moment before leaning closer. He lowered his voice and asked, "What do you know? Why doesn't a barrage of bullets work on you, but the Tarantella dance does?"

"Are you stupid?" Fred said in a low voice, exasperated. "How can you not understand? It's 'bounce,' 'bounce'!"

"Play what?" George was still completely confused.

"Have you forgotten? The professor mentioned 'shrapnel' in his blessing. He said shrapnel couldn't hurt me. I don't know why the professor used that word, but who says only those things in Muggle Studies are 'shrapnel'?" Fred said matter-of-factly.

"Why isn't a 'shrapnel' in a 'mass fire' considered a single shrapnel? By the same token, why isn't a water bullet a shrapnel? The definition of an object is multifaceted. Since these are all considered 'shrapnel,' then I won't be harmed!"

Across from him, George's mouth dropped open, seemingly in awe of his brother's ingenuity, his expression saying: "You can do that?!"

Fred puffed out his chest proudly, feeling incredibly wise... even though his usage and blessing were not exactly the same, but rather completely unrelated.

But who says a word can only have one definition? This is a reasonable flexibility! A correct application of thinking!

From now on, nothing that contains the word "bullet" in a spell or looks like a bullet will be able to harm him!

This was part of his plan from the beginning. He deliberately ran around to lure Bolette into attacking him with the newly learned "volley of bullets," thus confirming his suspicions. And it turned out he was right; that's how blessings are used.

He was far more astute than the legendary Rania Kasip; he wouldn't wait for someone to take advantage of the opportunity to bestow his blessing.

Fred thought to himself.

But a few seconds later, he suddenly realized that everyone around him was also inexplicably widening their eyes at the same time—something was wrong, because they shouldn't have been able to hear what he was whispering.

Fred asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with you guys?"

No one answered; the surroundings were deathly silent.

After a long silence, only Lee Jordan kept turning his eyes frantically, looking at Fred and then at his left.

Fred turned his head and met Professor McGonagall's terrifying expression—her lips were tightly pursed and her eyes were practically spitting fire.

Professor McGonagall was like an eagle spreading its wings, making everyone in front of her appear smaller and smaller.

……

In the distance, Victor, inside the Three Brooms Bar, raised an eyebrow, watched the commotion with amusement for a while, and finished the last sip of his drink.

In fact, if he wasn't mistaken, the wand Professor McGonagall was holding was made of fir wood, which happens to be the most common type of wood in the Forbidden Forest. Given that Hogwarts is one of Ollivanders' largest suppliers, this wand was very likely made from wood sourced from the Forbidden Forest.

The Forbidden Forest is located south of Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall is currently facing west, which happens to be the direction of Godric's Hollow...

So Fred was powerless to resist her and was severely punished.

Well, how can this not be considered a blessing fulfilled?

Victor opened his notebook and silently wrote a few words in it:

"The first blessing test result is positive, indicating initial success. Items meeting the conditions of the blessing wording will be effective, but items fulfilling negative effects will also be effective."

"Weasley's approach is worth learning from. It seems that the idealistic effect assigns a definition of blessing and approval to the event, causing the blessing to take effect. That's quite ingenious."

Conclusion: We could try observing both Weasleys to find more unique ways to utilize them.

After finishing this paragraph with a few quick strokes, Victor closed his notebook, secretly marveling at Fred's exceptional talent in "blessing," even though he had genuinely given the blessing with good intentions.

At that time, he inexplicably thought of the word "shrapnel," as if it were some kind of premonition of the future, so he used it in his blessing, trying to prevent Fred's destiny from completely dimming.

I just didn't expect Fred to be so quick-witted, catching up to the average level of past fairy tales in no time, and even making some innovations...

This is good.

But if Fred ever dares to say something like, "A barrage of bullets is shrapnel, water bullets are shrapnel, so fraudulent fortune telling is also fortune telling," he'll throw him off the top of the fortune telling tower.

After a moment, Victor finally came to his senses and asked the other two professors and Hagrid in front of him:

"What were you saying just now? That students breaking the rules by casting spells hasn't happened often in the last two years? And that Professor McGonagall hasn't been angry in a long time?"