Chapter 33: Hogwarts Learning Panel Chapter 16

However, their brains are only the size of a pea, so they are easily confused...】

Sien was reading *Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection* intently, a book written by Quentin Trimble.

Its cover had no text or patterns, only a deep, profound black,

just like its content: concise and efficient.

Banshees, ghouls, hags, trolls, vampires, werewolves, yetis, boggarts, red caps, kappas, hinkypunks, grindylows, and more were all crammed into this thin book.

Even though it was already packed with detailed knowledge of various creatures and spirits,

it still had space to introduce some counter-curses and breaking spells.

These were truly practical things, so Sien memorized them repeatedly.

The only disappointment was that, given Professor Qiluo's situation, Sien feared it would be difficult to learn real defensive spells from him.

This meant Sien would need to self-study.

But whether it was the Disarming Charm or the Shield Charm,

they were both advanced spells.

At least Sien hadn't seen them in *The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1*.

So how was Sien supposed to learn them?

Amidst Sien's furrowed brows, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended.

The young wizards ran out of the classroom as if fleeing.

Meanwhile, Michael and Terry remained seated, motionless, as if they had entered a meditative trance.

Sien walked over with a hint of worry,

but unexpectedly, Michael lunged forward and roared:

"It's bitter!"

It gave Sien a start.

Compared to Defense Against the Dark Arts, the next Charms class was undoubtedly something Sien looked forward to.

Professor Fuliwei was not like some two-faced person; he was a wizard with genuine teaching ability.

He would teach the young wizards how to wave their wands and the correct pronunciation of incantations, which was exactly what Sien needed.

Sien knew that a wizard's power came from belief,

also known by many in his past life as the "Force of 'I Reckon'".

But just "reckoning" all the time didn't seem to work; Sien, who had once spent a whole week continuously "reckoning," had deep experience with this.

His explanation for this was that a wizard's power comes from belief—this point was correct,

but how one reckons, and in what way one reckons, is also an important component.

Just as Adalbert Waffling, the "Father of Magical Theory," said in *Magical Theory*:

"Most wizards cannot control magic autonomously, so they need the guidance of spells and wands

to allow magic to be consciously manipulated to achieve a purpose."

The Charms classroom was on the fourth floor, so the constantly shifting rotating staircases caused huge trouble for the young wizards.

The Ravenclaw young wizards were all blocked on one staircase, while the staircase connecting to the Charms classroom refused to turn.

Behind the crowd, Terry was writing and drawing in a notebook:

"I'll be able to figure out the pattern soon."

Michael, standing to the side, covered his forehead:

"Terry, although I believe you can succeed, by the time you figure it out, we'll have long been late."

Facing the constantly passing time and the staircase that still wouldn't turn, the young wizards were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Today was the first class of the Ravenclaw Head of House, yet his Ravenclaws were all going to be late—

Good heavens!

Sien sighed and went back to reading his book.

He couldn't change the staircase, so he could only review the textbook in advance.

"Alright, alright, move closer, Terry, this time we really have to rely on you.

Sien, let's go, at least don't be the last one to enter the classroom."

Michael said, pulling Sien forward, with Anthony and Terry following closely behind.

The four of them squeezed out a path.

"Are you ready? Terry?"

"Almost... there..."

"That's already your fourth identical answer! By Merlin's smelly socks in his underpants!"

Michael seemed to have lost his mind from the torture of garlic and staircases.

Just then, Sien saw a particularly tall ghost pass through the wall.

Her appearance made Sien suddenly think of something.

"The Grey Lady."

Sien called out softly.

And so, the Grey Lady floated over, and the young Ravenclaws nearby immediately sensed the temperature drop.

"A ghost, oh my god!"

"She's coming over!"

For many young wizards, fear of ghosts as a species still outweighed curiosity.

Everyone immediately huddled together, and even the usually bold Michael asked tremblingly:

"Sien, what are you doing?"

"The prefect said the Grey Lady might have a connection to the Eagle Ancestor, remember?"

Sien explained softly.

"The Grey Lady, could you help us pass the rotating staircase? We're going to be late for our Charms class."

Sien inquired.

The Grey Lady didn't speak; she looked at Sien intently.

Just this one look nearly gave Michael and Terry a heart attack.

"Too close... too close..."

"Sien, this doesn't seem like a good idea..."

Just as the two were trembling, the staircase in front rumbled and turned, quickly linking up with the current one.

Michael and Terry widened their eyes. ===== CHAPTER 34 =====