Hermione waved her wand triumphantly and uttered a spell, and a ball of blue bellflower-like flame fell on the wasteland, giving off a burning smell after a while.
However, the fire was extinguished immediately and failed to ignite the wasteland. It only burned a few weeds black.
Hermione said to Charles a little embarrassedly: "I'm not very good at this spell yet. I'll try again."
This spell can emit a blue flame with a soft light that is not afraid of wind and rain. It can be placed in a glass bottle and used as a heater.
It's just that Hermione has just learned to read and is not yet proficient, so the effect is not good.
The isolation zone has been set up on this wasteland. All it needs to do is burn it down. Charles saw that Hermione had been studying the fire spell book borrowed from the library in recent days and decided to let her try it.
At this time, Simo rushed to say: "Let me try it."
Helping Charles weed the wasteland was paid, but the freshmen in Gryffindor were all discussing the upcoming flying lessons. No one was interested in Charles's snacks, only Seamus, who was loyal enough, and Seamus, who couldn't stand the bragging of others around him.
Hermione is here to help.
I saw Seamus imitating Hermione to wave the wand and recite the spell just like before. The first time he didn't succeed, only a few blue sparks appeared.
Hermione said he made a mistake somewhere.
It has to be said that Seamus is quite talented. After correcting a small mistake, the wand sprayed out a blue pillar of fire, which was as big as a fire brigade's water gun when putting out a fire, and it suddenly hit the middle of the grass.
Without saying a word, Charles immediately cast a levitation spell on Seamus and Hermione. Just when he was about to pull the two of them away, the flames on the grass exploded.
From the senior students and Professor Sprout who were taking classes in the greenhouse next to them, to Voldemort who was looking at Charles through Quirrell's eyes from behind the castle window, they all saw a flash of blue light, followed by a large piece of sky-blue crystal.
The flames covered the entire grassland.
"Wow!" Seamus turned to Hermione excitedly and said, "This spell of yours is really powerful!"
Hermione didn't want to answer. It wasn't that Seamus' magic was better than hers, but that both of them were being carried by Charles on his shoulders and running away.
Charles carried the two of them across the creek and ran a hundred meters away before stopping. Only then did the flames begin to slowly subside.
"Ouch!" When Seamus was put down, he suddenly found that he had no strength and sat on the ground.
He rubbed his head and said nervously: "I seem to feel very sleepy and want to sleep."
He yawned as he spoke.
"It's okay." Charles handed him a large piece of chocolate, "You have used too much magic power at once. You can have some for dinner and go back to the dormitory to sleep."
When Charles handed Hermione another piece of chocolate, he noticed that her face looked a little strange, as if she was unwilling to do so.
"Don't think too much." Charles hit her on the head with chocolate.
"Ugh..." Hermione held her head and stared at Charles fiercely, "Not even my father beat me like this."
Charles put the chocolate into her hand and said with a smile: "Don't be envious or jealous, there is something wrong with Seamus."
"The magic power of a wizard is like the water in a teapot. A normal wizard using magic power is like pouring tea from the spout of the pot. Although the amount poured is small at once, it is easy to control."
"This is different with Seamus. It's like he opened the lid of the pot to pour tea, and it poured out all at once. Not only did the cup fill up, but it also spread everywhere."
Hermione quickly figured it out and looked at Seamus with some sympathy.
Now it was Seamus' turn to panic and asked nervously: "What should I do? Should I go to St. Mungo's?"
Charles shrugged and said to him: "The doctors there will tell you...it can't be cured, go home, bye."
"It's not good to tease classmates." At this time, Dumbledore appeared. There was such a big commotion on the campus that as the principal, it was impossible not to appear.
He said to Seamus kindly: "It doesn't matter, it's not a big problem, just practice more."
Seamus asked the principal expectantly: "Is it true?"
"Of course it's true." Dumbledore replied firmly, "I won't lie."
The implication is that Charles is lying.
Seamus wondered whether he should borrow Ron's mouse from Charles's bed tonight to scare him.
Dumbledore came to the place that had been burned just now, and Charles and the others followed him.
The once withered wasteland is now covered with ashes of vegetation, and the soil is still warm, and can even be used to simmer potatoes.
After eating the chocolate, Simo felt a little stronger and didn't feel so sleepy anymore. Looking at his results, he said proudly: "It seems that I am still very powerful!"
Charles gave him a bag of toffees as the promised reward.
"It's a magic riot." Dumbledore said a professional term that Charles had never heard of before. "Finigan used too much magic at one time and could not control it well, so an explosion-like effect occurred. This
I’m afraid even the fire dragon can’t withstand its power.”
He turned to Seamus and said: "I suggest you not to use such magic until you are proficient in controlling magic spells. Repairing the castle is very expensive."
Seamus immediately agreed.
At this time, Charles thought for a while and asked the principal curiously: "Professor Dumbledore, can you use this method to increase the power of the curse?"
Dumbledore said to him seriously: "Casting a spell is very delicate, and a slight deviation will lead to serious consequences."
"Controlling chaos is much more difficult than controlling order. It is very likely that you will encounter something irreversible when you try."
Charles thought carefully and nodded.
It is one thing to be in the late stage of underfire syndrome, but it is another thing to blindly pursue power, which will lead you astray.
Compared with power, safety and controllability are more important.
Just like nitroglycerin, pure nitroglycerin is very powerful but easy to explode. After adding diatomaceous earth, although the power is reduced, it is safer, so it can be widely used.
Now that the grass has been removed, it’s time to plow the land.
"Professor Dumbledore," Charles asked the principal, "what is the magic spell that makes an automatic quill like this?"
In fact, he seriously considered hiring Harry to do the work, but the old man's failure to use pounds as money raised the price of Harry's labor, and Harry inherited the family property and had no shortage of money, so there was no chance.
He also considered Simo, but he wanted to plant flowers and grass instead of digging a pond to raise fish, so he gave up.
Charles thought that he could not order Voldemort to plow the land for him, but he could grab the reluctant Voldemort by the scalp and force him to pick up a hoe. If he refused, he would beat him and knock him down. He would beat him repeatedly until he obeyed.
Him, and then ordered him to work.
So the idea of making automatic hoes and rakes came up. He decided to make some agricultural tools like quills that could write automatically and let them work by themselves.
Dumbledore saw what he was thinking, shook his head slowly and said: "This is a very profound spell. Only the wizards who produce quills know it, just like some of the most critical spells in making wands are only known by a few wands."
Manufacturers do that."
Now Charles has no choice. His core technology should not be disclosed casually.
He could only settle for the next best thing and asked: "What if it's like a teapot that pours tea by itself?"
Dumbledore smiled and said: "It's a very good idea, but if I seriously study magic, I still have to start from the most basic ones. Of course, if you are interested, you can go to the library to learn about it first."
"But don't try it easily. Someone once made a mistake. He originally wanted to pour a cup of tea, but ended up taking a bath."
At this moment, Charles was helpless, but he immediately seized the opportunity as soon as he heard about taking a bath: "Professor, I often have to deal with dragon dung compost, and there will be an unpleasant smell on my body, and Seamus started to complain about me." p>
Seamus nodded in agreement.
Charles continued: "I heard that there is a bathroom in the castle. Can I apply to use it after I finish my work?"
Dumbledore did not answer, because the prefect bathroom is the prerogative of the prefects, and he is the principal. It is a matter for other prefects to take him in or tell him the password. It is an internal matter for the students. Giving him the privilege of the prefect is another matter.