51- Practical Training

51- Practical Training

After encountering the first setback in his life, Malfoy's arrogance became much more restrained. He even spoke less frequently in the auditorium, let alone took the initiative to trouble Harry and Rhys.

He didn't take the initiative to provoke Rhys and didn't look for trouble with Ron either, and the campus life at Hogwarts suddenly became calm and harmonious.

Taking classes, reading, and teaching while enjoying delicious food and desserts became Rhys' daily life at Hogwarts.

His life is sorted now. He skips classes on Mondays, attends professors' classes from Tuesday to Friday to learn more about the modern magical world, and teaches Daphne magic on Saturdays and Sundays.

Although he was enjoying life, Rhys did not lie down doing nothing. He did two major things: First, he cleaned the corridor outside the secret chamber. Second, he added a seal in the sealed area of ​​​​the dungeon to prevent any monster from actually breaking through the seal and running out.

Adding a new seal is a helpless compromise, similar to knowing that the bottom of the ship is leaking, but due to limited conditions, we can only add a watertight door to the bilge.

Anyway, it's better than doing nothing.

"Your talent amazes me." Looking at the feathers floating in mid-air, Rhys couldn't help but praise his deskmate.

Today Professor Flitwick taught the levitation charm to the little wizards. This is a magical spell that can make objects levitate through specific gestures. The spell can drive everything from feathers to human bodies to float.

But Rhys dared to bet with all his honor that Daphne did not rely on this spell to make the feather in front of her float. "You didn't even listen to the incantation, did you?"

"That's not it, I know the incantation - Wind Garden Sephosa!" Daphne muttered a spell while playing with the feathers in the air.

Rhys: "..."

"I'm begging you, please keep your voice down. Even if you can't remember the pronunciation, at least remember the spells correctly!" He said in a dumbfounded voice: "It's Wingardium Leviosa."

Daphne: "Just tell me whether the feathers are floating or not?"

Rhys felt that Daphne seemed to have been led astray by him. She had stronger shadows of ancient wizards than modern wizards.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick didn't notice Daphne's version of the levitating spell, otherwise it would have been so much fun.

"Modern magic still needs to be learned. Only by reflecting each other can we gain more." Rhys advised her.

Therefore, the Celts would light bonfires and lights and celebrate all night to drive away evil spirits and spend time with their loved ones. After being reunited with their relatives for the night, the souls would return to the underworld at dawn.

This festival did not disappear with the demise of the Celts. The Roman Empire and the Christian Church later inherited this tradition. It was not until the boundaries between the human world and the underworld were artificially drawn that Halloween gradually changed beyond recognition and became a " Trick or Treat" entertainment festival.

The underworld mentioned by Rhys aroused the interest of the students. They chattered about whether the underworld existed, but Rhys, the instigator of the topic, returned to silence, huddled aside, and smiled.

Halloween became what it is now due to various hardships, and the four of them also made a small and insignificant contribution back then.

The Halloween dinner at Hogwarts did not disappoint Rhys. The entire auditorium was decorated with a very atmospheric feel. Thousands of bats were flapping their wings on the walls and ceilings. Thousands of dark clouds were hovering above the dining table. The wind brought pumpkins into the air. The flames of the candles in the lamps flickered, giving the auditorium a somewhat less scary and gloomy atmosphere.

As for the food, it was as good as ever, and Rhys was desensitized to it.

Just as Rhys picked up a bowl of sweet coconut milk corn, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the hall with a look of horror on his face. He stumbled to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned on the table, and gasped: "Troll -- in the dungeons -- thought you ought to know"

After yelling that loudly, he fell to the floor and passed out.

Troll?

Everyone heard it, and the hall suddenly became a mess. Professor Dumbledore had to use a spell to make several piercing fireworks explosions before everyone fell silent.

"Prefects," he said in a low voice, "lead the students from your houses to their respective dormitories immediately."

Well-trained prefects immediately organized the evacuation of students from the hall to their common rooms.

Listening to the noisy sounds, Rhys raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm~ What a great timing!"

Regardless of how the giant monster came in, he smelled a great scent of experience.

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