Bring a fairy tale to Hogwarts!

Chapter 85 Special Course

"Is it right?"

"All correct!"

A few minutes later, Fred and George looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

"Look at this test paper—we've finally made it through! No more being exploited by Percy, and no more listening to Mom's nagging—"

"We will live this happy life forever!"

Since Christmas, they've had an exceptionally pleasant week. The stack of test papers Quirrell saw was just the tip of the iceberg of their lives; unseen by him, the two had already been developing countless ways to use the puppets.

For example, they could show the little wooden puppet all its textbooks and then have it do its homework; or they could have it demonstrate spellcasting actions so that the two of them could learn on the spot. It's said that if the little wooden puppet could cast spells on its own, Fred and George would even want it to go to class in their place.

The effect of this method of use is significant.

Over the past period of time, their academic performance has improved by leaps and bounds. Professor Flitwick was amazed by their "diligence" as if they had become two different people. In some subjects, their grades even surpassed Cedric's.

This time, they asked Quirrell to hand in the test paper; it was their final test.

If the little wooden puppets can answer every single question on this stack of test papers correctly, it means they no longer need to worry about studying!

They can play all they want until the end of the semester!

So every checkmark they wrote filled them with joy, and they wished they could write it a few more times. And when they saw a perfect score of 100 on their test, Fred and George, in a daze, both saw themselves being praised by their mother from every angle.

However, just as they were happily checking their answers with the test papers, they happened to run into Hermione.

Hermione wasn't at school during Christmas, so she didn't attend the Vic family's dinner party. However, because she was close to Harry, she still found out about the puppet.

Seeing the test papers in Fred and George's hands, she stopped and asked:

"You guys used it again, didn't you?"

"Oh, Miss Know-It-All, my goodness," George said dramatically, shaking his head, "you're not going to say that same thing I'm sick of hearing again, are you?"

"You shouldn't always rely on external help to learn." Hermione shook her head seriously. "Fred, George, this isn't a long-term solution. I borrowed something similar from the professor before, and the result—"

"Yes, yes, you came to your senses and returned the things," Fred chimed in. "We all remember what you said."

"But look at these papers—all perfect scores! Even you or Percy couldn't have done any better! The little wooden puppet even wrote something about 'gill grass,' which I bet he saw in some profound magic book. Even Quirrell praised us."

"And look on the bright side, Hermione," George added. "These answers are what we wrote down after listening to the little wooden puppet. Copying them down counts as learning, doesn't it?"

"Little wooden puppet, what do you say?"

As he spoke, Fred glanced furtively at both sides of the corridor. After confirming that no one was around, he took out a small wooden puppet from his cloak. The puppet was still as exquisitely detailed as before, almost eerily so, and sat obediently in Fred's hand.

The only difference is that it seems to have grown a bit bigger at some point, and its nose is now two inches long.

But Fred and George seemed oblivious to this anomaly. They sat side by side, staring intently at the little wooden puppet, as if it were the only thing on their minds.

They always felt that the long nose was the price of using small wooden puppets.

A few seconds later, the little wooden puppet's mouth opened and closed a few times, emitting a soft sound:

"Copying does help with memorization, but only by memorizing carefully and practicing diligently can you fully remember the knowledge points, good wizards. I suggest you practice spells for ten minutes every morning and evening, especially the part about transfiguration."

"Look!"

Hermione glared triumphantly at Fred and George.

But neither of them was moved. One smiled and praised the puppet for speaking so well, while the other pretended not to hear Hermione's advice, glancing at the puppet's long nose and then at the test paper.

Hermione could only pout and turn away angrily—because she couldn't persuade them, she understood what it meant to "respect the fate of others" and would no longer bother with her advice.

As she left, she glanced back at the Weasleys in the hallway.

In the firelight, their joints seemed inexplicably stiff, and when they sat side by side, they looked like three exceptionally exquisite puppets.

Meanwhile, Victor was completely unaware of the minor squabble on campus. He wasn't particularly interested in the reasons behind the Weasleys's sudden academic improvement, and for the next few days, he enjoyed a remarkably peaceful existence.

Quirrell didn't bother him again, and Hagrid stayed in his little cabin, doing who-knows-what. Snape had been well-behaved ever since he broke his leg.

During this time, Victor continued teaching as usual. His divination class had already covered various images from "Seeing the Future Through the Fog"—these contents were in the book, but Victor realized he had to repeat them, because expecting students to learn from the textbook was like expecting trolls to dance ballet.

But that afternoon, he received a special visitor.

"Harry?"

Victor, who was still tidying up his props in the Divination Room, heard a few footsteps. He turned around and saw Harry climbing up the spiral staircase.

He then waved to Harry.

"Come in."

Harry nodded and obediently walked in. But what was unusual was that today he was carrying a long box that was wrapped up very tightly.

He placed the long box on the table in the divination room.

"Professor, you said you wanted to find me, and you even told me to bring my fairy—"—special wand?"

"That's right."

Victor ignored Harry's unfinished sentence about "fairy wand".

Have you tried practicing it recently?

"—Huh? Not yet, Professor." Harry lowered his head slightly. "I... I don't know how to use it yet. I can't use ordinary spells either."

"Oh, that's normal," Victor said casually. "This special wand is related to the user's emotions. If you can't show the right emotions, you can't use it successfully."

"Actually, the reason I called you here today is to help you familiarize yourself with the casting process. I remember I promised to give you some special lessons when the semester started, but I haven't had time since. Consider today your first lesson."

"Speaking of which, is there any magic you haven't been able to fully master lately?"

Harry was silent for a moment. He tilted his head, seemingly deep in thought, and after a few seconds gave an answer:

"If we're talking about being completely clueless—would Imperio count, Professor?"