บท 46: Chapter 46: Ironclad Spell
The frost builds over time, not in a single day.
The hostile relationship between the Weasley twins and Filch was not without reason.
Yesterday, George and Fred spent the whole night together discussing how to get back at Filch and make him suffer. Eventually, Lee Jordan joined the discussion as well.
And what was the result?
All three of them stayed up late and couldn't wake up in the morning.
In the end, it was Albert who, after finishing his breakfast, returned to the dormitory and woke them up one by one to prevent them from being late for their Herbology class.
"So tired," George yawned, covering his mouth, holding a slice of bread in his hand and eating while walking.
"I shouldn't have bothered discussing those stupid things with you guys," Lee Jordan finished his own slice of bread and looked at the untouched slice in Fred's hand. He asked, "If you're not going to eat it, give it to me. I'm still hungry."
"Who said I'm not eating it?" Fred quickly stuffed the slice of bread into his mouth and took a bite. He retorted, "What about it?"
Lee Jordan looked at Fred with disdain, then turned his head away and ignored him.
"By the way, after discussing for so long last night, did you guys come up with any plans?" Albert asked casually.
"We're planning to throw a few Dungbombs at Filch's office door," Fred said with a hint of excitement in his voice.
"That's it?" Albert felt a sense of speechlessness.
You discussed the whole night and that's what you came up with?
Just as they were on their way to Greenhouse One, they suddenly heard screams coming from the corridor ahead. The four of them looked at each other, and as they walked closer, they saw Peeves floating in the air, holding an ink bottle and blowing ink pellets at passing students.
Some students were annoyed and threw paper balls at Peeves, trying to drive it away.
Peeves easily dodged the paper balls and laughed mockingly. In retaliation for being targeted, it blew ink from its mouth, splattering the face of the person who threw the paper, causing frustration.
The person's face was contorted with anger, but they couldn't do anything about Peeves. In the end, everyone could only cover their heads with books and quickly run past the corridor.
"Peeves, are you a ghost?" Albert examined the mischievous troublemaker ahead. It was his first time seeing Peeves, who had a pair of sinister black eyes, a big mouth, and a small stature. It wore a hat adorned with bells.
After making eye contact, both sides knew they were dealing with a mischievous character.
"What do you think?" Peeves stared at Albert and his companions, a wicked smile playing on its lips, causing their scalps to tingle.
"Obviously not, ghosts can't pick up ink bottles!" Albert drew his wand and waved it forward, shouting, "Protego!"
The Ironclad Spell cast by Albert blocked the deluge of ink that was aimed at them.
Even Peeves was taken aback, not expecting to miss its target.
"You annoying little brat." After the ink bottle was deflected by the Ironclad Spell, Peeves made a rude gesture towards Albert and flew away.
"No wonder everyone hates Peeves." Lee Jordan looked at the ink stains on his clothes, almost going mad with anger.
"Let's clean up!" Albert raised his wand and pointed at the ink on the ground. With a wave and a muttered Cleaning Charm, most of the ink disappeared.
"Actually, there's no need to clean up. Maybe we should leave more footprints in the corridor," the twins exchanged a knowing look, playfully stopping Albert. After all, it would be Filch who had to clean up the corridor, and Peeves, the culprit behind it all, had nothing to do with them.
"Never mind, let's go!" Albert shook his head. "Be careful not to be late."
"How did you do that just now?" George curiously asked as they reached the entrance of Greenhouse One.
"You mean the Ironclad Spell?" Albert glanced at the students crowded around the entrance of the greenhouse, most of them victims of Peeves' mischief, with ink stains on their clothes.
"The Ironclad Spell?" Fred muttered thoughtfully, "I think I've heard of it somewhere."
"The Ironclad Spell is a practical defensive spell. It can block most physical and magical attacks," Albert explained casually. He had already noticed Professor Pomona Sprout approaching them. Everyone automatically made way, allowing the Head of Hufflepuff House to open the door to Greenhouse One.
"Where did you learn it?" Lee Jordan curiously asked, "You know so many spells."
"I found it in a book I purchased separately. It seemed useful, so I learned it. It took quite some time," Albert lied a little, as he actually mastered the Ironclad Spell through direct experience expenditure.
After all, there's no harm in mastering a protective spell for oneself.
"For us, it should be quite difficult. On that note, it's really cool that you learned it," George said admiringly, his face full of respect. "Once you know it, you don't have to worry about someone hexing you."
Albert couldn't help but roll his eyes. By Hogwarts standards, they were all beginners.
"What's going on with you guys?" Cedric Diggory, who stood opposite Albert, looked at his classmates covered in ink, bewildered.
"It's Peeves. He just splattered ink in the corridor. You're lucky, he just left," Fred replied sarcastically. His pants were also stained with ink.
"Open your book, 'A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.' Today's lesson is to give you a general understanding of what the Herbology class teaches and what you should learn from this class," Pomona Sprout, a short and chubby witch, said with a kind smile. In the first Herbology lesson, she taught them about some of the herbs in the book and their uses.
Albert felt that Herbology was similar to Muggle botany. Students needed to learn how to care for and utilize plants while understanding their magical properties and applications.
Many plants could be used as ingredients for potions and medicines, while others had unique magical effects.
Of course, one of the most representative plants was the Mandrake.
The Mandrake was a magically potent plant that could be used to make potions and had strong healing properties.
Pomona introduced to them that not all wounds could be treated with magic, and Mandrakes made significant contributions to healing.
Wizards from a long time ago knew how to use Mandrakes to treat themselves. They would directly chop the Mandrake and apply it to the wound.
As for modern wizards, they would use Mandrake essence, which only required a small amount to effectively treat wounds, and wounds treated with Mandrakes wouldn't leave scars.
The only regret was that the population of wild Mandrakes had decreased significantly. Most of them now needed to be cultivated, and learning how to care for Mandrakes was one of their main courses for the semester, as it was also part of their mandatory examination content.
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