Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 473 The Talent Is Still There
"Tsk, I thought he was the warrior."

Ron felt unhappy when he saw the smug Malfoy walking towards the stairs leading to the basement surrounded by a group of Slytherin students.

Harry and Hermione were reluctant to speak out on this issue. They were reluctant to cooperate with Malfoy. Supporting Malfoy would make Ron sad, and supporting Ron would damage the atmosphere within the team.

Since everyone is having a hard time, let's just keep silent.

The three of them arrived at the Charms classroom and saw that Charles was the first to arrive. He was sitting in the front row and talking to Professor Flitwick.

Harry suddenly remembered something and pulled Hermione to the back corner of the classroom. After making sure no one was paying attention, he whispered, "Hermione, Mr. Smith asked me to ask you something."

Seeing him being so mysterious, Hermione asked, "What is it?"

Harry hesitated for a moment before asking, "You were angry with Charles some time ago. Did he do something very bad... very offensive to you?"

Hermione pouted and said angrily, "Humph, that damn guy, he was lying when he said I was cute!"

Harry said after hearing this: "Just for this matter... That's not right!"

He stared at Hermione in disbelief with his four eyes, and murmured, "I see, so that's what's going on!"

"So you..." Harry lowered his voice very low, "you like Charles, but then you find out he doesn't like you... oh!"

The bell rang and the students took their seats.

Professor Flitwick glanced at the students in the classroom, found that one person was missing, and no leave note was received, so he began to call the roll seriously.

"Harry Potter..."

No one answered when Harry's name came.

"Mr. Potter?"

Professor Flitwick raised his head and looked around, and the students also looked left and right, but no one saw Harry.

Suddenly, a hand slowly stretched out from the corner of the last row, startling Professor Flitwick.

"arrive……"

Harry finally got up, sat on the chair, and leaned over the table, his face a little pale.

Professor Flitwick saw him like this and asked, "Mr. Potter, are you going to the school infirmary?"

Harry replied, "It's okay, I was just hit by a train, I'll be fine soon."

At Hogwarts, being hit by a train didn't seem like a big deal. You could just take a breath and continue with the class.

Professor Flitwick continued the class and asked the students to sit in the middle aisle. He gave each student a fist-sized sponge ball with different colors and patterns.

He said to the students: "We have learned the flying spell before, and the next thing we are going to learn is the throwing spell."

"The Throwing Spell is a very commonly used spell. It can throw objects or even yourself to a far distance."

"You may have noticed that the Flying Spell and the Throwing Spell can be used together."

He gave Seamus a special look at this point and continued, "According to the ghosts, a student a long time ago was able to coordinate the Flying Spell with the Throwing Spell as skillfully as if he were using his own hands, which helped him overcome many difficulties."

Next, Professor Flitwick taught everyone the spells of the Throwing Curse and how to use them.

He first used the Flying Spell to summon a basket from behind the podium, and then used the Throwing Spell to throw it at the position closest to the wall of each row of desks to demonstrate the use of the spell.

"All right," Professor Flitwick raised his wand, "let's practice with our wands raised..."

When the students started to actually do the work, things suddenly became a mess.

Charles chanted a spell and waved his wand. The sponge ball drew an arc and landed steadily in the center of the basket.

"Five points for Gryffindor!" Professor Flitwick jumped up happily. "Great, Mr. Smith, you got it right the first time!" He whispered, "It seems that your talent has not disappeared because of temporary amnesia. I am glad."

Charles smiled and said, "I'm glad too."

At this time, Neville and Dean's sponge balls flew into his basket. They both used the Flying Spell to recall the sponge balls at the same time, and ended up running away with the basket.

Charles used a flying spell to summon the basket back to his front while it was in the air, and then cast spells on the sponge ball and the basket one after another. The sponge ball flew to a height that almost hit the ceiling, and the basket flew straight to the other end of the desk.

As soon as the basket stopped, the sponge ball fell into it.

Professor Flitwick nodded and turned back to instruct other students.

Charles just kept throwing the ball as it flew towards him until the get out of class was over.

The next class was Transfiguration, and this semester we were mainly studying conversion spells.

Today's lesson is to practice turning guinea fowl into guinea pigs.

Professor McGonagall went on to explain how to use the Conversion Spell and how the spell had to be adjusted to suit the changing species.

Charles found that Professor McGonagall did not look at him like Professor Flitwick did, but was looking at Neville seriously, as if she was talking specifically to him.

When the operation began, Charles knew why Professor McGonagall did it.

Everyone was able to transform a guinea fowl into a guinea pig very well, except that the claws or tail were not completely transformed.

As for Neville, with a wave of his wand, only the body of the guinea fowl turned into a guinea pig, while its legs, wings and tail were still those of a guinea fowl.

Charles finally understood why there was a quick-acting blood pressure medicine in his bag and immediately handed it to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall asked in surprise, "Your memory has returned?"

Charles shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, my memory hasn't come back yet, but I think now is the time to use it."

Professor McGonagall forced a smile on her face and said to him, "It's okay, this may be a sign of improvement."

"You have to trust Longbottom. He will be able to achieve perfection soon."

After she finished speaking, she turned the animal in front of Neville back into a guinea fowl and said, "Longbottom, relax, remember the key points just now, recall them, and then cast the spell."

Neville closed his eyes, took a deep breath, chanted a spell, and waved his stick at the guinea fowl.

"Another bottle."

Professor McGonagall held out her hand to Charles.

Charles immediately took out another blood pressure medication and handed it over.

In front of Neville, the guinea fowl's limbs and tail turned into those of a guinea pig, but nothing else changed.

"It's all about practice," Professor McGonagall said to Neville. "Think about the difference between the two spells you cast just now."

Don't worry about Charles, you can switch between guinea fowl and guinea pigs at any time.

During lunch break, the professors all drank tea in the professors' lounge.

Professor Flitwick said to Professor McGonagall, "I have discovered some good news. Charles' talent is still there. He will be able to master spells with just a little practice."

Professor McGonagall also nodded and said, "Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise the loss would be great."

Professor Delacour took over the conversation and said, "I found that his talent in alchemy has become even stronger after he lost his memory. After re-mastering the knowledge in the textbooks in the past two days, he can actually come up with a lot of useful suggestions from a novel perspective!"

Professor Sprout smiled and said, "You can praise him as much as you want."

(End of this chapter)