Magical Studies at Hogwarts

After leaving the auditorium, Ike came to the edge of the Black Lake alone.

It was very cold at Hogwarts in January. It had snowed a few times a few days ago, and some of it had not yet melted. When the wind blew, it hit my face like shards of ice.

Ike cast a warming spell on himself, but he still felt cold, even though his body didn't feel cold at all under the influence of magic.

"boom!"

A snowball flew from behind. Ike moved his finger slightly and the snowball stopped half a meter behind him. Then it flew towards the direction of the attack at a faster speed. A dozen more snowballs flew up from the ground. Then he flew out.

"Ike! Stop!" Stewart ducked aside the moment the snowball stopped, but the snowball came too fast, and he was hit five or six times in a row before escaping subsequent attacks.Seeing more snowballs floating up, he quickly begged for mercy.

Ike smiled and let Stewart go.Stuart shook the snow off his clothes and complained: "This snow has been melting for a few days, and it's already dark! I have to do laundry when I get back. You know I'm the most annoyed with doing laundry."

"The house elves are doing the laundry, why are you bothering? Besides, you were the one who made the move first, I was just fighting back."

Ike put a cleaning spell on Stewart: "There's magic, isn't it?"

"Clothes cleaned with magic have no soul." Stewart straightened his clothes and rubbed his hands, "I really don't know why you came here on this cold day."

"Come out and enjoy the breeze. Don't you think the Black Lake is very beautiful now?" Ike pointed at the frozen lake in front of him and said, "Don't you want to go up there and go skating?"

"I don't want to." Stewart shook his head very fast. "Roger said that the giant squid in the Black Lake likes to knock on the ice from underneath when the little wizards are skating. You know, it's such a big guy, but it doesn't know The severity often breaks the ice.”

"Is that so? Forget it, I don't want to drink Madam Pomfrey's special cold potion and it will be uncomfortable to watch my ears smoke."

"You're right to think so." Stewart replied, then hesitated for a moment, and then said carefully, "Ike, actually I thought when I came here...that is, I feel that something is not quite right with you recently..."

"If possible, you might as well talk to me. We are friends, aren't we?"

Ike turned around, looked at the cautious Stewart, and couldn't help but smile.

"It's just some minor troubles when learning spells. It's nothing that can't be fixed. I just need to relax a little and the problem will be solved soon."

"Okay." Stewart nodded, "However, I want to say that you don't have to push yourself so hard, and you don't have to be so stiff with Morag and the others."

"Actually, everyone knows that you have closed yourself off..."

"Many times, I feel that you push yourself too hard. No first-year student in Hogwarts has ever mastered silent spellcasting and weaponless spellcasting like you..."

"I think it would actually be a good thing if you tried to communicate more with everyone, wouldn't it?"

"No one actually hates you, it's just..."

"You're just afraid of me, right?" Ike still had a smile on his lips, but Stewart shuddered for nothing.

"That's it! That's it!" Stewart shouted loudly, "Sometimes your expression is indeed a bit scary, especially with that look..."

"It was really scary. I felt like I was suffocating several times!"

Ike smiled and patted Stewart on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I understand, I will pay attention."

"You'd better do it!" Stewart showed a vicious expression, "Otherwise, even if I can't beat you, I will definitely make you pay the price!"

"Okay, okay, I know." Ike moved his fingers, and a whirlwind swept the snow within three meters in front of him and floated towards the Black Lake. The snow flew into the air and scattered, under the sun. It looks great.

"There's just something I haven't figured out."

"what about now?"

"Figured out."

Stewart looked at Ike's smiling face. Although he was still suspicious in his heart, Ike's face said "Believe me", so he believed it for the time being.

This sentence of advice was out of affection, and Ike naturally understood this, and he could only thank Stewart for coming over to say this.

"Perhaps we should really try to get in touch with them?"

On the way back, Ike was thinking to himself while listening to Stewart talking about some interesting things recently.In fact, he also knew that the current isolation situation was caused by himself.Just like Morag, although he greets people with a roll of his eyes every time they meet, doesn't he also use Snape's gaze to scare people?

One point is playful, three points are deliberate, and the remaining six points can be put down.

At least for them...

In the following period, Stewart and others found that Ike became gradually more cheerful. Although he still ran off alone from time to time, he would gradually join in the conversations between them and the activities in the common room. Will also be there.

I still have the habit of using my eyes to scare people from time to time, but after such a long time, I have actually gotten used to it.

Even Morag would only roll his eyes when Ike showed Snape's gaze. The rest of the time, he was talking and laughing.

This is good, at least it looks a lot more harmonious.

"...Professor Flitwick, that's it. Ike is much better now. I think he is really integrating slowly." Stewart said sitting opposite Professor Flitwick's desk, holding a cup of warm chocolate.

"That's good." Professor Flitwick took out a small cake from the drawer and handed it to Stuart. "Sure enough, it's better for you to communicate with each other, and Mr. Strider can listen."

"So, Mr. Ackley, would you like another small cake? I always think this is the best tasting dessert in Hogwarts." Professor Flitwick took out another small cake from the drawer and handed it to Stuart.

"No, Professor Flitwick." Stewart waved his hand.

"Okay." Professor Flitwick grabbed another handful of candies from the drawer, "Let's have some candies. Actually, I don't like these candies very much, but I get a lot of them every Christmas, especially the piles of cockroaches. , Oh my God! I really don’t know why there are such terrible candies!”

"Professor Flitwick..." Stewart looked at the piles of cockroaches crawling around on the table and said with some resistance, "If possible, I would like some piles of cockroaches. Ike likes to eat this very much, although I also feel that It's scary."

"Really? Mr. Stewart's taste is very similar to Dumbledore." Professor Flitwick wrapped up the pile of cockroaches in the drawer and handed them to Stewart. "They are the only two people I know who like this thing. , maybe they are the only ones who like them in the entire magic world?"

As he said that, Professor Flitwick blinked.

"I think so too." Stewart took the paper bag, stood up and said, "Professor Flitwick, can I go? I need to deliver these to Ike quickly."

"Of course, Mr. Ackley." Professor Flitwick nodded and watched Stewart leave the office.His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, and then he picked up a quill and wrote something on a piece of parchment. Then he folded the paper into a paper crane and threw it into the sky. The paper crane flapped its wings and flew out.

"Maybe you don't need to be so nervous..."