The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

There were very few little wizards staying at school over Christmas, and they were the only ones in Gryffindor who stayed at Hogwarts.

It was normal for Harry not to want to go back to his uncle's house. Ron was accompanying Harry.

And for him, even if he goes home, he is just the least favored little son.

The reason why Hermione and Mo Bai didn't go home was simple. They both received letters from Mr. and Mrs. Granger.

The couple is having fun in France now...

Besides them, there was one Gryffindor student who didn't go home.

The bedroom door was pushed open again, and a little head poked in.

Seeing that Hermione and Mo Bai were there, Amy's eyes lit up, and she walked in unsteadily.

Mo Bai smiled when he saw what she was holding.

"Why did you come in! This is the men's dormitory!"

Ron's sudden voice startled everyone, and they all watched inexplicably as he pulled the quilt to his chest.

Hermione pulled Amy behind her protectively.

"Why are you so surprised? Aren't you wearing pajamas? Besides, haven't I been here all the time? Mo Bai and Harry didn't say anything, but you have more to do, right?!"

"Uh...ah..."

Ron opened his mouth not knowing what to say.

Seeing Amy staring at him expressionlessly, seemingly dissatisfied, Ron looked frustrated.

Mo Bai, who had seen everything, smiled and pulled Hermione back, "Even if Ron was shocked, don't say that to him."

"Amy, do you like the gift?"

Hermione curled her lips and began to change the subject again.

Of course she could tell that something was wrong with Ron, and she could probably guess what was going on.

But now she regards Amy as both a sister and a daughter. Ron's words...

It's unrealistic for Amy's partner to be better than Mo Bai, but it can't be too different, right?

Ron, not even close!

If Mo Bai hadn't come to his rescue, she would have said a few more words.

Amy looked at Mo Bai with bright eyes, the corners of her mouth curved significantly, and she nodded vigorously.

Only then did the other three focus their attention on what Amy was holding.

Even though Amy hugged her tightly, her thin arms could not block the things in her arms at all.

It looks like a sword?

"Don't cover it, they won't take your stuff."

Amy glanced at Mo Bai, then looked at the curious eyes of Harry and Ron, then hesitantly showed them what was in her arms, but hugged her back tightly after a few seconds.

But it was enough for Harry and Ron to see what the thing looked like.

It was a sheathed dagger, about half a meter long, all white, with no extra decoration, but it looked valuable.

Moreover, it is obvious that this short sword is Chinese.

"What a beautiful sword!"

"What does a wizard need a sword for?"

Harry and Ron performed high and low emotional intelligence in real time.

Amy looked at Harry with a kind look, but when it came to Ron, she looked full of disgust...

Ron felt aggrieved.

"I'm right..."

Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes at his friend.

What you said is correct, but now is the time to worry about whether you are right or wrong?

Hermione snorted, "Who said wizards are useless with swords?"

She glanced at Mo Bai, and as soon as their eyes met, Mo Bai knew what Hermione wanted to do, and nodded with a smile.

Hermione smiled and pressed Amy's shoulder, "Come on, little Amy, let them see it."

Amy held the dagger and glanced at Mo Bai, who gave her an encouraging look.

Amy took a deep breath and inserted the dagger into her waist.

Only then did Harry and Ron discover that there was a buckle on Amy's belt that held the scabbard.

The girl held her breath and closed her eyes, standing still.

She was wearing coarse white clothes and trousers today, and she actually looked a little bit ethereal.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but breathe softly.

Amy took a deep breath and opened her eyes suddenly, a pair of green eyes full of seriousness.

He raised his index finger and middle finger to point at Ron.

"First blanch! (Unsheath)"

Zheng!

Take it!

The sound of metal hitting wood rang in Ron's ears. His eyes moved stiffly, looking at the dagger nailed to the bedpost and the broken hair falling on his forehead.

What is this? A curse?

Harry's eyes widened too.

He watched the whole process.

I saw Amy pointing at Ron and saying two unintelligible sounds, which should be a spell or something.

Then the dagger at her waist trembled, turning into a ray of cold light and flying straight to Ron's head.

I didn't see the wand at all.

Can Amy cast spells without a wand? !

Only then did Ron come back to his senses. He wanted to get angry, but he couldn't get angry at Amy's delicate little face.

"This... what kind of curse is this?"

"This is not a magic spell, this is from my hometown...um..."

Mo Bai suddenly didn't know what to say. In the English context, magic and spell are both the same word.

"Just understand it as the curse of my hometown."

He played with his pocket watch, "This is the most basic and important spell for monks in our hometown, the art of controlling objects."

"Like Amy, sword control is the most common ability among ascetics."

"In addition to swords, you can also control bows, horses, mirrors, and so on. The 'object' here can be thought of as a wizard's wand, but unlike a wizard's wand, for a monk, this 'object' It's their partner. Most of the cultivators' cultivation is on this 'object'..."

Harry nodded thoughtfully, "Then can we learn?"

Mo Bai glanced at him, "You can learn, but it's the same as being a wizard, it requires talent. For example, Amy has the talent of a monk, but..."

He glanced at Hermione.

"Although Hermione is a little witch with outstanding magical talent, it is a pity that her talent in monasticism is comparable to that of a squib."

Facing Mo Bai's playful eyes, Hermione snorted unwillingly.

They discovered Amy's talent during their morning jog. Every day after their morning jog, they would habitually sit still and practice breathing.

Hermione just took it as a rest, until a month later, Amy actually produced a cyclone in her body that is unique to ascetics...

After confirming with Uncle Liang, he confirmed that Amy was definitely a monastic genius. From that day on, Mo Bai began to teach her according to the classics. Only a few months later, Amy was already able to use the sword-controlling technique initially.

Hearing what Mo Bai said, Harry was obviously eager to run with them to test whether he had any talent.

But Mo Bai poured a basin of cold water back.

"It's OK to run, and it's OK to test your qualifications, but do you still want to learn the Patronus Charm?"

"You want to learn the Patronus Charm? You also want to learn sword-driving skills? Then do you want to learn African voodoo?"

Harry choked.

"I'll give you a quote from my hometown. You can't chew off more than you can chew."

"You should be a wizard first and then talk about other things..."

Harry was so slapped in the face by Mo Bai that he couldn't even lift his head.

He knew what Mo Bai said was right. He was still far from a real wizard now. Why did he want to learn so much?

"And Amy!"

As if he was satisfied with preaching, Mo Bai pointed his head at Amy again.

The girl's body trembled and she turned around timidly.

"Well done, but the Chinese pronunciation needs to be more accurate. It's 'out of the sheath' rather than 'first blanched'."

Amy was visibly relieved, "I got it."

Only Ron looked at the sword on top of his head tremblingly.

No one cares about him? !