Chapter 15 Spell Practice, Unsuccessful Patronus Spell

The next morning, Ginny came to the hall in a daze. Thinking of what happened last night, Ginny was still a little bit unbelievable. ơɱ

She actually agreed to lend her body to Mr. Riddle. And she lent her body out again that night. Now it seems that it is just as she thought. Although she is a little tired, there is no accident.

Mr. Riddle will not hurt her.

Ginny spread the jam on the bread in a daze and stuffed it into her mouth mechanically.

Then, a huge and harsh sound exploded in the hall, making her wake up all of a sudden.

"Ron - you dare to cast a spell on your classmates! And you also led your sister astray - school has not even started for a month! You dare to do such a thing - and you, Fred, George! -"

Ginny saw a red letter turned into a mouth, floating on the long table of Gryffindor and cursing!

It almost cursed Ron and the twins, and now turned to herself.

This made her face pale all of a sudden.

Yesterday, I only remembered Mr. Riddle's incident, and completely forgot that Professor McGonagall told her mother about her spell on senior students.

Seeing the letter coming, Ginny wanted to run away immediately. It would be too embarrassing to be scolded in public. In fact, the two classmates who were originally sitting next to her had already jumped away when they saw that the situation was not right, for fear of being accidentally injured by the sound of the howling letter.

However, to Ginny's surprise, when the howling letter hovered in front of her, Molly's voice suddenly became gentle: "I heard about everything, little Ginny. I have to say that you did a good job. Don't worry, no one is looking for trouble with your father. If Percy was cursed by a first-year student, we would have nothing to say. Of course, don't be so impulsive next time. It's better to tell the professors if you encounter trouble, okay? See you during the Christmas holidays."

After that, the howling letter immediately burned.

Ron and the twins were a little unbalanced.

If you really want to talk about badness, Ginny is the bad one. In fact, only her spell was successful, but they were the only ones scolded.

"Do you think this is fair?" Ron said angrily.

"Okay, she's your sister." Fred and George were more open-minded.

"And Ginny was really cool yesterday."

Since yesterday's incident became widely known in Gryffindor, Ginny has almost become a hero of Gryffindor. In comparison, Ron seems a little frustrated.

Ron is still very angry now, as if nothing good can happen to him. Thinking of this, Ron looked at the broken wand covered with tape sadly. If it weren't for this thing, maybe his spell would have succeeded.

"Look at it lightly, don't be jealous of Ginny. If it weren't for her, you might still be vomiting slugs now." Hermione comforted.

"I'm not jealous of her, she's my sister, I just think it's a bit unfair, it seems that I'm the only one who's unlucky." Ron had to sit down and gnaw on the chicken leg in a depressed mood.

"I just hope Marcus Flint doesn't leave the hospital before the official game." Harry said with a smile, and then whispered to Ron and Hermione about the voice he heard last night. In fact, he had already told Ron about it last night, but neither of them had any clue.

——

In the following days, Cyrus would occasionally use Ginny's body to act at night.

He was not trying to control the basilisk to kill people. In fact, the plan had not really started yet. He spent most of his time practicing spells in the Room of Requirement. Although Cyrus absorbed Riddle's memory and theoretical knowledge, knowing theory and using spells skillfully were not the same thing. Considering the difficulties he might face after his resurrection, Cyrus needed to make his magic strong enough.

He slowly eroded Ginny's vitality, but also paid attention to maintaining a limit. These days, Ginny looked like she had a cold.

It happened that the time was slowly approaching Halloween, and the temperature in Hogwarts had begun to drop. This period was the most serious season for influenza, and most of the little wizards in the school were in low spirits. Percy was worried about her and had been forcing Ginny to drink stimulants. As a result, steam had been coming out of her head all this time, and her fiery red hair seemed to be burning.

In the spacious classroom, several wooden puppets rushed towards "Ginny" quickly.

"Ginny" - actually Cyrus - had a cold look in his eyes, and he held the yew wand in his hand. Facing the siege, he was not panicked at all.

Until the puppet at the front approached, Cyrus raised his wand like lightning and shot a spell.

Hit by the spell, the puppet did not last even a second, and exploded directly, turning into powder flying everywhere.

Then, Cyrus did not stop, and rolled to the ground to avoid the attack of the other two puppets, but he did not look embarrassed at all. He turned around while half squatting, and split the two puppets into sixteen pieces!

The puppet fragments floated up under his control, and hit the rest of the puppets like meteorites, knocking them down.

Then, the hard ground bulged, and several huge palms stretched out, holding them and making them unable to move.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen puppets were solved by him, and during this period, he did not recite any spells.

Cyrus was quite satisfied with his performance. After all, his body now belonged to Ginny. The little wizard of one year did not have strong magical power, so it was incredible to be able to do this. You must know that those puppets have magical protection.

"Try the Patronus Charm." Cyrus thought for a moment, closed his eyes and began to recall what he could call "happy" memories.

He easily began to recall his past life——

Although he seems to have become emotionally numb in life as an adult, his memories from childhood are still pleasant.

Dense silk threads spurted out from the tip of the wand, like white velvet or cocoon silk spun by silkworms.

"Not very good——"

However, perhaps the memory is too far away, making it no longer clear. Although these threads are intertwined in the air, they have never taken shape.

"Is my mood too calm?" Cyrus lowered his head and pondered. After a moment, he planned to recite the magic spell and do it again.

This time, he tried hard to recall the memories of his childhood. At that time, he had no worries, was carefree, and yearned for fairy tales, as if the whole world was clean and beautiful——

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The magic power coming out of the tip of the wand is even stronger!

The dense silver threads turned into large clumps of existence, but they were still not formed, but looked like a white, half-light and half-dark cloud.

Soon, the magic was drained from him, or rather Ginny.

Cyrus had to stop practicing, put away his wand and leave the Room of Requirement.

But as soon as he turned the corner, a sharp roar came from his ears: "Stop!"

It’s Monday again, it’s so painful to go to work... Come and count your votes, my dears, to comfort me.