Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

That night, Suer had a strange dream.

In the dream, a light bulb and its socket suddenly turned into a bald monster holding a magic wand, with green light emitting from its smooth head. It smiled eccentrically and raised its wand to Sur, and thick green beams of light flew all over the sky. .

Then, an old man familiar to Sur appeared. The red beam shot out from his wand and interacted with the green light. It was Professor Dumbledore.

Then, all kinds of random things started dancing, and a burst of music came from above.

In just a blink of an eye, the scene of the magic wave disappearing, and a bearded old man wearing stockings whose face could not be seen clearly dropped from the sky with a halo above his head.

The old man's beard and hair were spread out, and he was pulling the stockings pulled up to his stomach with one hand while shouting to Suer.

“Where are my stockings? I want them from Balenciaga! I want them from Balenciaga! I don’t want stockings from a street vendor!!!”

The roar lingered in the air, the demonic sound penetrated my ears, and gradually turned into a cat's meow.

"Meow..."

Suer clearly felt a heavy object pressing directly on him, and he opened his eyes blankly. In his mind, he still had the image of the haloed old man who wanted him to buy Balenciaga.

Crookshanks, who rubbed himself vigorously to wake himself up, gave a wry smile.

"What the hell is this..."

Today's Charms class is with Gryffindor students. Today Professor Flitwick is going to teach the students two opposing spells, the Enlargement Curse and the Minimization Charm.

Sur has already learned this magic a long time ago, and it is also one of the basic magic spells.

Flitwick asked them to practice one by one. One student was responsible for enlarging the object in front of the opposite partner, and the other practiced the shrinking spell.

Soul and Morn were naturally grouped together.

Not far away from where they were were Ron and Harry. The two were whispering together. Ron was mainly talking, while Harry was speaking perfunctorily.

In short, the two of them had no intention of practicing magic.

Suer was bored and used his wand to randomly enlarge and shrink the glass ball in front of Morn.

Big, small, big, small, and even used transfiguration to turn it into the shape of a little badger, which made Professor Flitwick, who was standing high up, glance at Suir frequently.

Ron seemed a little excited, and his thin voice reached Sur's ears over the sound of other people chanting spells.

"I advise you to throw away that book!" he said. "How do you know there is no evil magic in that book?"

"The thing that appeared on your bed for no apparent reason might have been cursed by Malfoy..."

"Book?" Suer tilted his head in confusion.

"Ahem..." Professor Flitwick walked near Ron and Harry at some point.

From the corner of his eye, Soul noticed Ron hurriedly raising his wand and chanting a spell loudly across from Harry, pretending to practice the spell seriously, but his wand did not react at all.

Looking at Ron's wand that was barely stuck together with glue, Soul couldn't help but shook his head, and suddenly remembered his original plan to get Ron an abandoned wand from the Room of Requirement.

"Forget it..." he murmured, "There's only half a semester left. Ron should be able to buy a new wand during the holidays."

"What?" Moen, who was trying to use the shrinking spell on the glass ball in front of Sur, suddenly looked up.

"What wand?"

"It's nothing, Morn, let's continue." Sur threw away his thoughts and reminded, "Your spell-casting gesture is wrong. The amplification spell is made by tilting the wrist to the right, and the reducer spell is used. The 'r' needs to be drawn out a little."

"Oh oh oh oh." Moen listened happily and made changes.

To Soul's embarrassment, Professor Flitwick was right next to him when he said that. He loudly affirmed Soul's approach and gave Hufflepuff a few points.

Just when I thought this class would go by so peacefully, something unexpected happened.

Ron seemed to have exerted too much force when reciting the spell. His wand came out of his hand and hit the head of a student not far away who seemed to be named Seamus.

Coincidentally, Seamus' partner is Neville. There seems to be something wrong with the glass ball in front of him. The glass ball that should be transparent is red and smoking.

Ron's deflected wand changed wonderfully when it hit Seamus' head. When it fell from Seamus' head, the tip of the wand landed exactly on the red-gleaming glass ball in front of Neville.

Even more coincidentally, the spell Ron practiced happened to be an amplification spell, and it seemed that it was successful.

Successfully casting a spell with a fully battle-damaged wand is definitely something to celebrate.

Unfortunately, the enlarged glass ball was not the one in front of Harry, but...

The glass ball was flashing red in front of Neville. It looked like it was about to explode.

"The emotions of a wizard when releasing magic can greatly increase or weaken the power of the spell." Suer was at the oblique angle where the accident occurred, and he could fully see the entire accident from his perspective.

When Neville saw the glass ball that was magnified ten times in front of him, the words Professor Flitwick said when he was teaching them flashed in his mind.

"Get down!" Suer only had time to yell and throw his partner to the ground.

"Boom!!!" A deafening explosion sounded, and a stream of gray smoke mixed with sparks was sprayed around.

Soul could feel as if the entire castle was shaking.

Screams and cries echoed through the smoke screen.

After a while, Suer got up from the ground with lingering fear. He couldn't help but rub his ears. Judging from the sounds coming from all around, the explosion didn't seem to cause much damage.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Professor Flitwick shouted loudly, "The smoke has cleared!"

As the purple beam spread, the smoke screen quickly disappeared.

The fact was just as Sur had judged, no one seemed to have been seriously injured, but they were quite frightened. Many young wizards' wizard robes were stained with gray.

At some point, Professor Flitwick stood on top of the pile of books piled high, shouting loudly for the students to calm down.

Neville, who was in the center of the explosion, did not appear to be physically injured, but he seemed to be severely traumatized mentally. At this time, his eyes were straight, his hair was standing on end, and his face was charred.

The same goes for his partner Seamus, a puff of gray smoke puffing out of his mouth.

"Is anyone hurt? Is anyone hurt?" Professor Flitwick shouted in a high-pitched voice, looking around.

"Bang..." As if in response to Professor Flitwick's question, Neville fell backwards with eyes wide open.

Professor Flitwick hurriedly jumped down from the pile of books and ran over.

"No!!!" Ron's voice also sounded at this time, full of pathos, "My wand!!!"

Sur looked around and saw Ron kneeling on the ground, holding his wand with trembling hands, tears rolling down his face, and the parts that were barely covered with glue were completely broken due to this sudden accident.

What bad luck...

Only Ron's Wand Wounded World was achieved.