Lucien and the others looked at the chubby boy who had suddenly appeared at the door, exchanging glances with one another.
“Is that your pet?
Did you lose it on the train?” It was Hermione who asked.
Although Miss Granger’s tone of voice was always full of confidence and arrogance, she was still kind-hearted and helpful enough.
However, upon hearing Hermione’s question, the chubby boy didn’t answer immediately.
As if he hadn’t processed it, after a few seconds of dullness, he spoke slowly: “I—I’m Neville, Neville Longbottom.
Trevor is my pet toad.
I remember, I remember…” Neville tugged at his blonde hair in distress, his round face all scrunched up.
“I’m sorry, I can’t quite remember.
I think I saw Trevor when I got on the train…” As he spoke, Neville’s voice grew quieter and quieter, until he finally lowered his head.
His memory was so poor that he was always forgetting things, and now he couldn’t even keep track of his own pet.
Hearing Neville’s words, Hermione felt quite helpless as well.
Hermione wanted to help, but Neville was acting so dull that he couldn’t even remember when the pet was lost.
Opposite them, Ron threw up his hands, signaling his helplessness.
Harry was willing to help Neville find the toad, but he didn’t want to bring it up himself; he first looked at the others to see what they would decide.
Harry saw that Lucien had already pulled out a silver-black wand and was looking down with his eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
Lucien gently twirled his wand, his mind racing.
Neville, the future Gryffindor Swordmaster.
His memory really was poor; losing a toad wasn’t a big deal, as it would return on its own later anyway.
If one wanted to find something, what methods could be used?
Whenever he encountered a problem, regardless of its difficulty, Lucien habitually thought about solutions.
Keeping the brain active at all times was the foundation of learning knowledge.
Lucien’s first reaction was Accio.
This was incredibly convenient for finding things, especially for locating one’s own lost items.
Given the strong connection between an owner and their item, as long as the spell was successful, one could basically sit back and wait for the item to fly back on its own.
But…
Lucien glanced at Neville; he didn’t think the boy had mastered Accio yet.
If I were to cast the spell, I would need to know the toad’s physical characteristics clearly, which would increase the success rate.
Uh, with Neville’s memory, can he really tell me what Trevor looks like?
With the mindset that there was nothing to lose by trying, Lucien asked anyway: “Ahem, Neville, can you describe Trevor’s appearance?” Hearing Lucien’s question, Neville’s eyes lit up; he felt that this classmate was going to help him find the toad.
“Trevor—Trevor has very large, round eyes, yellowish-brown skin, and bumps all over his back.” Lucien smiled, a smile of relief.
That description was technically fine, but every toad in the world looks like that!
A Summoning Charm might accidentally summon another student’s pet toad, which would be quite embarrassing.
Well, if appearance wasn’t enough, then while casting, he would emphasize that it was the toad belonging only to Neville.
The magic of this world was very idealistic, a matter of “if I believe it works, it works.” As long as a wizard’s conviction was firm and their emotions were abundant, the power of many spells would increase significantly out of thin air.
Might as well try; it was an opportunity to practice Charms anyway.
With an idea waiting to be verified and the ability to put it into practice, Lucien naturally would try.
Practice makes perfect; without practice, one can’t claim to have truly mastered knowledge.
With a shift in thought, Lucien’s wand was already waving in accordance with his will.
“Accio Trevor!” Just as Lucien’s voice fell, some fragmented voices drifted in from outside the compartment.
“Merlin’s beard, there’s a flying toad!” “Ah, a flying toad?
Is it a Magical Creature?” “…” “Croak!” Accompanied by a loud croak, a yellowish-brown toad flew straight into the compartment, finally coming to a stop in front of Lucien’s wand.
Glancing at the toad slowly rotating in the air, Lucien asked Neville: “Take a look, is this your Trevor?” Neville stepped forward eagerly, his face almost touching the toad’s belly.
“Trevor?” “Croak.” “Trevor, Trevor?” “Croak, croak.” Neville looked excited as he reached out to hold the toad.
“Yes, yes, this is Trevor!” Witnessing the interaction between Neville and Trevor, Harry and the others felt like their eyes had been opened.
Neville held Trevor in his hands, looking at Lucien with eyes full of gratitude.
“Thank you, thank you for helping me find Trevor.
May I ask what your name is?” Lucien put away his wand.
“You’re welcome; just consider it practice for Accio.
My name is Lucien Greenwood.” Neville nodded repeatedly, his voice excited: “Oh, Lucien, thank you!
I’ll definitely remember you!” Neville didn’t dare to think what would happen if his grandmother found out he had lost his pet and he hadn’t found Trevor without Lucien’s help; she would have scolded him severely.
“By the way, your Accio is so impressive!
My grandmother said that using Accio to call your own things is easy, but it’s very difficult for unfamiliar items you’ve never seen before.” Neville scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed.
“Grandmother taught me Accio, but I could never learn it.
I had to trouble you for help, Lucien…” Lucien waved his hand, stopping Neville from continuing to thank him.
“Don’t worry about it; Charms just take practice.” Neville rambled on for a while longer and finally even gave Lucien a bow.
After Neville left, Hermione and the other two suddenly stared at Lucien with intense curiosity.
Hermione finally couldn’t help but ask: “Lucien, how did you do that Accio just now?
And also, did you learn these Charms by reading books on your own?” However, before Lucien could answer, Ron interrupted Hermione’s question: “Ahem, Granger, it’s very difficult to learn Charms just by reading books, and self-study certainly wouldn’t reach the level of proficiency Lucien just showed.
I’m sure Lucien must have had excellent wizard elders at home to teach him.” Facing Ron’s impolite interruption, Hermione glared at him, her chin tilted slightly upward.
“Humph, who says it’s hard to learn Charms from books?” With that, Hermione pulled out her wand and gave it a light tap toward Harry, who was watching from the sidelines.
“Reparo!” Harry was still dazed when he saw Hermione use magic on him.
“I…” Harry, who instinctively wanted to dodge, discovered that the crack on his glasses had actually disappeared!
Harry took off his glasses in surprise and felt them carefully, convinced that they really had been repaired.
Lucien watched Hermione’s performance from the side, nodding imperceptibly.
As expected of Miss Know-It-All; her persona as a top student was firmly established.
Hermione came from a pure Muggle family and had mastered Charms through self-study; her talent and hard work were indeed praiseworthy.
Reparo is indeed useful; when something breaks, you just wave your wand and it’s instantly as good as new.
Speaking of which, I wonder if all the items in wizarding homes are repaired like this—a case of “one pot lasting three generations,” where the person passes on but the pot remains.
If things never break, there’s no need to buy new ones, so no transactions occur.
Ha, no wonder the economy of the Wizarding World develops so slowly…