Although it was only the second time meeting this older Lynn, her desire to cast the freezing spell without a wand made it impossible for her not to ask.
Hearing this, Irina was a little surprised.
When she recalled the strong fluctuations of ice magic power she noticed when she felt Irina's magical aura on Platform 9 that day, she understood.
It seemed that Irina also had a great affinity for an element like hers.
This was evident from the freezing spell that Irina cast silently when she fought the troll the previous day.
"Well, it's not difficult to cast spells without a wand, as long as..."
Lynn briefly shared her experience of casting spells without a wand.
A year ago, she might have considered wandless casting her trump card, but now, with increasingly powerful abilities, casting without a wand had become her usual method of fighting. In this case, she felt no need to hide it and shared it with Irina.
After receiving Lynn's guidance, Irina felt enlightened and once again expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, older Lynn, for your guidance! Irina is truly grateful!"
Lynn shook her head and replied, "Cultivation is a personal matter. If you can practice wandless casting, it is your own ability. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
Lynn didn't stay long, and returned to Hogwarts Castle.
Before Halloween, she had completed the enchantment of the Desert Eagle and its bullets, and in the next six months, refining more Forbidden Fire should also be included in her agenda.
...
Time passed quickly, and Merlin's socks changed from black to white.
The Hogwarts Castle was surrounded by snow, and the entire land took on a white hue. The weather grew colder, especially after November arrived. Even the surface of the Black Lake was covered with a thick layer of ice, as hard as tempered steel.
Every morning, Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, wrapped in a long mole-skin coat, rabbit-fur gloves, and giant beaver-skin boots, would defrost the brooms on the Quidditch field.
Naturally, this was because the Quidditch season at Hogwarts had begun.
After joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team for several weeks, Harry was about to participate in his first Quidditch match, which made him very nervous.
Harry's love for Quidditch was unquestionable, which made him pay less attention to his usual studies in order to train for Quidditch. If it weren't for the two academic tyrants, Irina and Hermione, he would never have been able to complete so much homework.
It's said that Hermione also recommended a book to Harry called "The Magic of Quidditch," which gave Harry a better understanding of the history of Quidditch in the magical world.
For example, if you're a referee in a Quidditch match, you'd better be safe, or it's more likely that you'll disappear and be found months later in the Sahara Desert.
Since the troll incident, whether because of guilt or something else, Ron's attitude toward Hermione had greatly improved, which made the relationship between the four of them much closer than before.
The day before the Quidditch match began, Irina, Hermione, Harry, and Ron took the break to go outside. Hermione used magic to create a handful of bright blue flames. This flame was nearly harmless and could provide warmth.
Just as they were using the fire to stay warm, Professor Snape, dressed in a black cloak like a mysterious giant bat, appeared behind them. He saw the book in Harry's hand.
Professor Snape looked at Harry's green eyes, his lips moved as if to say something, but when he lowered his gaze and saw Harry's characteristic face, something appeared in his eyes—a look of disgust. "What is that in your hand, Potter?!"
Harry showed him "The Magical Quidditch" book. To him, there was nothing wrong with it.
Professor Snape saw Harry pull out the book and, without even looking at it, said without hesitation, "Books from the school library are not to be taken out. Hand it over, Gryffindor!"
As a result, Professor Snape confiscated Harry's book, and Harry could only watch indignantly as Snape hobbled away with the book.
Irina, standing aside, spread her hands helplessly. "Who made you look so much like your father?!"
"If you looked more like your mother, I'd have prepared an entire series of books for you."
"I wonder what happened to his leg," Harry said suddenly.
Ron smirked, "Well, I hope it hurts enough!"
Suddenly, Hermione said, "When Snape lifted his cloak just now, I saw there seemed to be a wound on his leg. The wound looked like it had been bitten, but it was so large that a normal animal couldn't have caused it. It was something more like..."
"The three-headed dog I saw when I first started school!" Irina replied.
Upon hearing this, Harry and Ron immediately looked at the two of them.
Hermione suggested, "Why don't we investigate tonight and see what's going on?"
After the troll incident, Hermione seemed to resist breaking school rules less. In the last two months, Irina often took Hermione to the kitchen in the middle of the night to sneak food.
As for how she knew where the Hogwarts kitchen was, her story was that a Hufflepuff badger told her.
Of course, Hermione didn't know that Irina had never had any contact with the little wizards from Hufflepuff House, and it was impossible for a Hufflepuff to reveal the kitchen's secrets to people from other houses.
At night, the Gryffindor common room was noisy.
Irina and Hermione reviewed Harry and Ron's homework respectively. To be honest, Irina felt more and more like a babysitter.
After reviewing the homework, the four of them took immediate action. Harry proposed going to the staff room to retrieve the books.
As long as other professors were around, Professor Snape naturally wouldn't be able to bother them with idle chatter.
So, Harry quickly descended the stairs and knocked on the door of the staff room, while Irina and the others hid behind the door and watched.
Harry knocked several times, but there was no response. Harry had no choice but to silently push the door open and peek inside.
The scene inside startled Harry.
At that moment, there were only two people in the staff room—Snape and Filch. Snape lifted his black cloak like bat wings, revealing a bloody and torn leg, as Filch handed him a bandage.
"Damn it," Snape said irritably, "How is it possible to look at three heads at once?!"
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