A friendly day at Hogwarts

In terms of acting skills alone, Patricia can definitely be regarded as a movie queen-level figure, not weaker than Lockhart.

But perhaps because of preconceptions, Glenn always felt that something was wrong.

It's not that the acting is not natural enough.

Rather...

It's so natural.

It was as if there had been no influence or memory suppression at all.

The feeling that something was missing arose again in Glenn's mind.

The last time he had this feeling was back when he was checking the system and he forgot to connect the ability of the Metamorphomagus with the milestones of the four major colleges.

There is no doubt that Patricia is an excellent witch with great magical powers.

This can be reflected whether he is a curse-breaker or a professor at Hogwarts.

However, when it comes to household magic, she seems to be a little out of her depth.

A wizard who is proficient in household magic can wave his wand and have the laundry automatically folded and neatly placed in the closet.

And when Patricia waved the wand, the clothes not only did not become neat, but became tangled together in a mess, making it harder to clean up.

Glenn slapped his forehead.

"Can't you make some progress? After so many years, you can't even learn to fold clothes!"

Patricia scratched her head, put her wand back in her pocket, and bent down to untie the bundled clothes.

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have tried..." she complained.

These clothes are in a mess, and they have to be taken apart one by one before they can be folded up.

It's even better to give up using magic in the first place and just fold it with your hands.

Patricia was complaining and fussing about it. She finally managed to put away all the clothes in categories, and then went on to tidy up other places.

Like a mother coming to her children's room, Glenn chattered after her.

"I told you a long time ago that you should tidy up the clothes after each wash and don't mess around, but you just didn't listen."

The two of them chatted and worked like this for a long time before cleaning up the room.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office looked tidy again.

Patricia rubbed her sore waist and collapsed on the sofa.

"I feel like I'm your house elf."

"Nonsense!" Glenn glared at her: "The house elf tidies the owner's house, and you tidy your own room. Can it be the same?"

"Okay, okay..." Patricia begged helplessly, her eyes falling on the clock on the wall.

Glenn followed her gaze and saw that the stars on the dial were aligned at an angle, which meant that the time had passed eleven o'clock.

"Is it almost time?" he asked.

There was a trace of trance in Patricia's eyes, and she was stunned for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, it's almost time..."

Her tone was unusual and her expression was a little complicated.

"Then let's go."

Glenn stood up and walked to the door. When he turned around, he found that the woman was still there, seemingly in a daze.

"What's wrong?" he asked, but there was a bad guess in his mind.

Although this speculation does not affect the safety of today's plan, if his idea is true, it may cause great harm to Morgana's mind.

"It's nothing."

Patricia regained her normal expression, stood up gracefully, gathered the hem of her robe, and took the cloak and put it on her body.

His whole temperament seemed to have changed.

"Let's go." She curled her lips slightly and showed a seductive smile.

The two walked out of the office side by side, walked through the quiet and dimly lit corridor, and followed the stairs to the astronomical tower.

Since it was during the holidays and it was Easter Eve, no one came to the astronomy class tonight.

Easter in 1990 was in mid-April.

Although it has become much warmer, the night breeze outside still carries a bit of the chill of spring.

The weather is good today, it's not raining and the sky is sunny.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, accompanied by a few stars, twinkling with little light.

Glenn took a deep breath and said with a smile.

"The air here is really good."

"Yeah, the weather is nice too," Patricia replied, "Hope everything goes well."

Glenn didn't respond, just kept smiling.

He obviously couldn't pray with the other person that the plan would go well.

If everything goes well for Patricia, things will go wrong for me.

"Just wait here for a while. I want to arrange the ceremony. If it's cold, you can go in first and wait a while."

The woman looked up at the night sky and said to him.

Glenn nodded: "It's okay here, the wind is not too strong, you go and prepare."

Patricia waved her wand, releasing a faint lake-blue light.

There seems to be an invisible pen in mid-air, using light as ink to outline a pattern of a six-pointed star parallel to the ground in mid-air.

A pattern about five meters in diameter formed in the air, and the light became more solid, and then slowly fell on the open space of the astronomical tower.

The silver moonlight dazzled, and the pattern shimmered like lake water.

After the pattern landed, an almost inaudible smell emanated from it.

This smell is very similar to the smell of the lake that Glenn smelled in the love potion.

It's slightly humid, but it's different from the fishy saltiness of sea water. Instead, it has a light freshness.

Without prior knowledge, no one would be able to see that this ritual has any connection with black magic until this point.

However, the next changes were quite different.

Patricia slowly closed her eyes, and an invisible wave of magic energy emitted.

Along with the majestic magic power, a faint, almost transparent red mist emitted from under her cloak.

With the ability given by the system, Glenn keenly felt the desire to kill hidden in the red mist.

He quietly looked in the direction of the principal's office.

Come to think of it, Dumbledore must have felt this aura too.

The red mist floated into the air and slowly gathered into an identical six-pointed star pattern, the size of which was exactly the same as the blue pattern on the ground.

The red six-pointed star also fell slowly, eventually overlapping and merging with the blue group, and its color also turned into deep purple.

Patricia opened her eyes and staggered slightly, as if the two six-pointed star patterns consumed her a lot.

"Are you okay, Patty?"

Glenn asked with concern, not forgetting his acting skills.

The woman turned her head, and the red light flashed in her narrow red phoenix eyes.

"fine."

She shook her head and said, and took out a small golden crown from her arms.

The crown bloomed with a burst of golden light, bright, but not dazzling, and almost without penetrating power.

She held the crown in her hand and tapped the wand in her right hand.

The crown also jumped into the air and slowly grew larger.