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Now that Wayne had pointed them out, Gemini stopped hiding and took out a parchment map. Fred cleared his throat and pointed his wand at the parchment.
"I solemnly swear that I will not do bad things."
The ink on the blank map stretched like threads and quickly formed a map. Unlike Wayne's, which only covered the castle's teaching building area, this map showed the entire castle, the outside lawn, the Quidditch pitch, and a small part of the Forbidden Forest. The most amazing thing was that the map was filled with densely packed names, some clustered together and others moving.
Cedric stared. "Where did this come from? Wayne, did you make a more advanced version?"
"I don't have the ability now," Wayne replied. He examined the map and quickly noticed contract magic, a large amount of tracking magic, and magic related to names. Was the Marauder's Map really created by Sirius and the others when they were in school? Wayne was deeply suspicious. How did these students make such an incredible thing?
"Shadowless and invisible." Wayne took out his wand and cast an invisibility spell on himself. Suddenly, Wayne's name disappeared from the map, leaving only the names of the Weasley brothers and Cedric in the room.
"Can it really do that?" Fred looked at the scene in surprise.
George explained to Cedric, "Fred and I were put in solitary confinement by Filch, and he asked us to clean his office. We found this in his drawer."
"It took a lot of effort to solve the mystery," Fred interrupted. "George almost threw this parchment away, but luckily he didn't." The two looked at each other and smiled.
Wayne studied the map for a while but couldn't find Peter Pettigrew's name, so he gave it back to the twins. Peter Pettigrew was one of the map's makers, and based on his timid nature, he probably used all the spells to hide his information. It was normal not to find him.
Fred carefully put away the map. They could still use it for a few months and quickly record all the secret passages in Hogwarts. Since he had already agreed to help them, Wayne decided to start teaching them.
He let Cedric make a map first and talked to the twins about selling quills. Both of them were sociable and had friends in every house except Slytherin. Wayne didn't want to spend too much energy on business, and Hermione and Cho weren't very interested either. The twins came at just the right time. In the original world, the Weasley Joke Shop was run by them successfully, proving their business talents. Wayne offered the twins 10% of the share for selling quills and 20% if they made them themselves. Fred and George had no problem with that.
They were enthusiastic about making prank props and interesting magic items, listening more seriously than in class. If Professor McGonagall saw it, she would probably be furious and put them in confinement.
Wayne took out some ordinary feathers and potions that provided magical power. Feathers soaked in the potion became special materials for making magic quills. By noon, the three of them were unwilling to leave, but Wayne had to go.
"What are you going to do?" Cedric asked.
"I promised Hermione that I would teach her the Armor Charm this afternoon."
"Oh," George teased. "It turns out to be Miss Know-It-All."
Cedric smiled knowingly. "Wayne, you started early enough."
Wayne wasn't angry and looked at them with a half-smile. "There are only so many students at Hogwarts. Your future wife will most likely come from here. If you don't mind, you can wait until seventh grade. If you wait until then, your future wife might become someone's ex-girlfriend with more experience."
After saying that, Wayne left, leaving the three of them staring.
"Hiss..." Cedric gasped. "That makes sense."
This kind of situation existed often. For example, the girlfriend of Whateley, the Quidditch team captain, was the ex-girlfriend of the sixth-grade prefect, who was also the ex-girlfriend of a prefect in Ravenclaw. The beginning of the school year was like a transfer period, with girlfriends changing frequently.
Cedric shivered. He decided to learn from Wayne and train early. Fred and George, although momentarily sad, refocused on making props and practicing magic spells.
In the afternoon, after taking a nap, Wayne waited for Hermione at the door of the Gryffindor lounge. He took her down the tower.
"Let's go. I'll take you to a fun place," Wayne said mysteriously.
Hermione was a little confused. "Aren't you going to teach me the Armor Charm? Where are we going?"
"You'll see if you follow me."
Wayne took Hermione to the eighth floor, and they kept holding hands along the way. Hermione bit her lip, wondering why Wayne always liked to hold her hand when walking. By now, she was somewhat used to it.
On the eighth floor, they found the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas with a club. Barnabas was a wizard who tried to teach the troll to dance ballet but was beaten. This painting had existed since the school's founding, and the trolls had never stopped beating Barnabas for over a thousand years. The painter must have had a deep grudge against Barnabas.
After confirming it was the right place, Wayne paced back and forth three times near the opposite wall, thinking silently, "I need a place to practice my spells." When he passed by the third time, an extremely smooth door with a handle appeared on the wall. Wayne didn't hesitate and pulled Hermione inside.
"What is this place?" There was no light source, but the room was as bright as the outside world. It was large, with many puppets and targets. Hermione looked around in surprise.
"The Room of Requirement," Wayne said, also observing his surroundings. Unlike Hermione, he wanted to see something deeper, but his current strength and knowledge were insufficient. He could only determine that the Room of Requirement was similar to the Sorting Hat, with some Legilimency abilities.
"If you silently recite your needs and walk back and forth three times like I did, this room will appear decorated as you want. If someone's inside, the Room of Requirement won't appear unless your needs are the same."
"So powerful? I want to try it too." Hermione's eyes lit up, and she pulled Wayne out to try it herself. When they exited, the door disappeared. Hermione imitated Wayne, walking back and forth three times. The door reappeared, and she pushed it open to find rows of bookshelves filled with books.
As Hermione picked up a book to read, Wayne quickly stopped her. "There will be plenty of time to read books. Today, we agreed to learn spells first."
"Okay," Hermione reluctantly put the book back. They transformed the Room of Requirement back for practice.
"Wayne," Hermione looked at the boy curiously, "How on earth did you discover the Room of Requirement?"
"Night tour," Wayne said matter-of-factly. "Didn't I tell you before? This castle has too many secrets. You can't explore so much fun if you just go to class."
Hermione was thoughtful, suddenly feeling eager to try.
"Okay, Teacher Lawrence's small class has started," Wayne pretended to cough twice and even changed into a pair of glasses, which made Hermione burst into laughter.
"Miss Granger, please listen carefully or the teacher will spank you."
Hermione's face turned slightly red. "How dare you!"
Wayne stopped teasing her. He knew Hermione was sensitive and had high standards. She would slowly get used to it.
The Iron Armor Curse is a very common protective spell in the magic world. It forms an invisible barrier around the body, resisting most attacking spells and even rebounding them. Although this is the most common protective spell, it does not mean that the armor spell is easy.
In fact, many employees of the Ministry of Magic have not mastered this spell, and proficiency in the Iron Armor Charm is one of the most important aspects of the Auror examination. According to an Auror's autobiography that Wayne read, the minimum standard for assessing an Auror is to cast the Iron Armor Curse silently. If you can't even protect yourself, how can you expect to capture a dark wizard?
"You should know the spell, Protego." When reciting the incantation, the "te" must be pronounced with an accent, and the connection with "go" must be close.
Wayne summarized the techniques for Hermione in great detail. "Remember, when chanting a spell, your wrist must be raised and the wand should be vertical to the body."
As he spoke, he demonstrated the most standard movements. "At the same time, you need to concentrate and imagine there is an indestructible shield in front of you. The defensive power of the Iron Armor Curse is not only related to magic power, but also to the firmness of the will. Magic is idealistic. Will and imagination play big roles. Don't imagine it with Muggle thinking. This shield must be magical and miraculous."
Wayne was talking eloquently, and Hermione kept nodding, memorizing all the key points he said. "Come on, try it yourself."
After Wayne finished speaking, he asked Hermione to do the actual spell. Hermione was very talented in learning spells. Wayne only taught her once, but she memorized all the key points and followed the instructions meticulously. In less than an hour, she could barely use the spell.
However, Wayne sensed that the Iron Armor Curse was weak, brittle, and not smooth at all. He couldn't help but want to test it. Something went wrong.
"Puff!"
The sound of a balloon deflating was so obvious in the silent room that Wayne was shocked. Was this an armor charm or a balloon charm? It would break with just a touch.
Hermione's face was filled with anger and she hesitated. "I just learned this. It will be fine in the future."
Wayne said nothing. Although the problem might be due to her being new and unskilled, the fundamental reason was her lack of magic power. It's not without reason that some families insist on pure blood. Most pure-blood wizards have much more magic power than Muggle-borns like Hermione, such as Malfoy and Harry. If they had Hermione's learning talent, their magic would definitely support a complete Iron Armor Curse.
"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked cautiously, thinking that her performance had disappointed Wayne.
"It's nothing," Wayne came back to his senses and saw Hermione looking like she was about to cry. He smiled and comforted her. "It's already pretty good. It's not your problem. In a year or two, when your magic power increases, it will be easy to master the Iron Armor Curse."
Hermione didn't speak, and Wayne took the opportunity to rub her head with a relieved expression. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but the previous relationship wasn't enough and there was no suitable opportunity. Now was the time to take advantage of the situation.
As expected, Hermione showed no sign of being upset and moved a little closer to Wayne. "Then what should we do now?" she asked frustratedly. "I have so little magic power, what kind of magic can I learn?"
"It's not low; it's just a normal level," Wayne corrected. "Normally young wizards can only master the Iron Armor Curse in the fifth or sixth year."
Hermione raised her head. "What about you?"
"I learned it before I went to school," Wayne said, and an invisible barrier spread gently around Hermione. This demonstrated super control over magic spells.
"How is it? Am I impressive?" Wayne raised his eyebrows and proudly showed off. This made Hermione furious. She was feeling sad, and Wayne was rubbing salt into her wounds.
"It's not fair! We are both Muggle-born; why are you so talented?"
Because I am special, Wayne explained silently in his mind. He has SS+ level black magic defense talent. Few people in history are better than him. Even though the system does not give specific ratings for other characters, Wayne estimated that legendary characters like Gryffindor, Slytherin, and even Merlin could reach SS level. Even Dumbledore couldn't do it.
With this kind of talent combined with experience, Wayne's Iron Armor Spell had reached an advanced level and was very easy to use.
Since the Iron Armor Charm couldn't be learned for the time being, Wayne decided to teach Hermione some other spells. For example, the Disarming Spell. It's simple and practical, doesn't consume much magic power, the spell flies very fast, and is extremely difficult to defend against. For most wizards, without their wands, they are no different from Muggles.
Wayne waved his hand, and the nearby wooden man floated over, holding various items. "First improve the success rate of the spell, remember to control the direction in which the enemy's wand flies away, then practice your aim, and finally the casting speed and distance."
Wayne arranged it for Hermione and sat there reading a book, thinking about whether there was a chance to enhance Hermione's magic power. He thought about giving her something special but decided to wait until she grew up and he was sure she was dedicated.
In the Room of Requirement, Hermione's voice didn't stop chanting the spell. She was determined to prove to Wayne that she was not useless.
It was until five o'clock in the afternoon when Hermione's voice became hoarse and she could no longer continue, so she stopped. Wayne took out a bottle of concentration potion and handed it to her.
"Drink it and go to bed early tonight, otherwise you may not be able to get up tomorrow," Wayne instructed. "When you practice in private, don't work as hard as you did today. You must leave some magic power for yourself, understand?"
Listening to Wayne's caring words, Hermione felt warm inside, her smile as bright as a flower, and she carefully held the potion.
This guy is quite considerate, she thought.
Wayne also laughed. He reached out and rubbed Hermione's head.
So soft!
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