Julian led Hermione and Neville all the way to the 7th floor of Hogwarts Castle.
After walking around for a bit, they finally found that famous tapestry.
Barnabas the Barmy on it was a Wizard, and the scene on the tapestry showed him being heavily beaten by several Trolls holding giant clubs.
“This is Barnabas the Barmy.
Why was he beaten?” Neville asked, raising his head to look at the tapestry.
“Because he wanted to teach Trolls how to dance.
Look, they are even wearing ballet skirts.”
After she finished speaking, Hermione added, “I read about it in a book.”
Neville laughed.
“He must be crazy.
Everyone knows Trolls are both stupid and barbaric.”
In fact, this tapestry wasn’t made to commemorate Barnabas the Barmy’s foolish behavior.
Rather, it implied that using the Room of Requirement requires respecting basic rules.
One cannot, like Barnabas the Barmy, ignore the nature and behavioral laws of Trolls and attempt to teach them ballet.
Just like how the Room of Requirement cannot directly conjure food.
Julian glanced at the direction facing the tapestry and turned to walk in front of a stone wall.
Reaching out to touch the thick stone wall, Neville asked with confusion, “There is nothing here at all.”
“Don’t worry, there will be in a moment,” Julian smiled.
After confirming the position was correct, Julian paced back and forth in front of this stone wall three times while chanting silently in his heart.
“I need a Greenhouse for cultivating herbs.”
Hermione and Neville were surprised to find that on the stone wall where there was originally nothing, a circular arched door outlined by flowing light actually appeared.
Both of them were shocked and excited, shouting one after another.
“Julian, look quickly!”
“A door has really appeared!”
“Alright, let’s go in and take a look.”
Julian didn’t hesitate, leading them to push the door open and walk in.
The first thing the three of them saw was a vast room, and immediately they smelled a scent unique to soil.
The room was very bright, and the gentle sunlight passed through the glass dome, spilling over every corner.
Julian nodded with satisfaction, thinking to himself that as expected of the Room of Requirement, it even thought of the sunlight needed for cultivating herbs, truly thoughtful.
No wonder back then when Dumbledore urgently needed a washroom, the Room of Requirement conjured a room full of all kinds of chamber pots for him.
It really is thoughtful enough.
“Are these soils actually real?” Neville stepped on the soft and fertile soil with some surprise.
Hermione looked at Julian somewhat strangely and asked, “How did you find this place?”
“Oh, last time when I passed by, I wanted a washroom, and I discovered this room.
It conjured a room full of all sorts of chamber pots for me.
Later when I came again, it changed into other appearances according to my wishes,” Julian began to spout nonsense smoothly.
“so I deduced that it should also be able to turn into a Greenhouse, or other rooms.”
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“Neville, you can try making it conjure rain or wind, remember to concentrate.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
Neville closed his eyes, frowned tightly, and tentatively whispered, “Let it rain.”
As soon as his voice fell, the room that was originally overflowing with gentle sunlight instantly began pouring with heavy rain.
Neville was surprised to find that he could even control the location of the rain.
“Too magical, this room is extremely convenient for cultivating herbs!” Neville exclaimed sincerely.
“Of course, this is the Room of Requirement after all.”
Even Hermione couldn’t help trying it out, making the room wind and snow alternately, having endless fun.
After a good while, she reluctantly changed the room back to sunny weather.
“This area is left for Neville to cultivate herbs.” Julian gently waved his wand, dividing the entire room into two large and small areas.
The large one had no floor, exposing soft soil, while the small one was paved with a layer of stone bricks.
“This smaller area will be used for practicing spells, or resting and studying.” Julian put away his wand and turned to ask Neville, “Neville, have you learned Accio?”
Before on the train, he had suggested Neville learn Accio so that it would be convenient for him to find Trevor.
Now school had started for about a week, and he wondered how well he was learning it.
Neville scratched his head a bit sheepishly: “Not yet, Accio is too difficult.”
“I’ll practice with you.”
“Really?” Neville showed a face of surprise.
“That’s great!”
Saying they practiced together, in reality it was Julian teaching him step-by-step.
“Don’t rush, concentrate.”
“Pay attention to hand posture.”
“Right, remember this feeling.”
After teaching Neville more than a dozen times in a row, until he could make the book move position, did he stop.
“Sorry Julian, I’m too stupid.”
Neville looked somewhat dejected.
Sweat trickled down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
Using and practicing spells is an extremely energy-consuming matter.
Even without much range of motion, high-intensity spell practice will still make people feel utterly exhausted.
Therefore, in the Wizarding World, mana bars and magic power actually depend on the Wizard’s mental strength.
The same spell, when cast by different people, has different effects.
This depends on the Wizard’s mental strength and degree of familiarity with the spell.
This is also why the Protego Diabolica cast by Grindelwald could almost set Paris on fire, while the fiendfire cast by some people can only be used to roast potatoes.
This is also the chasm between geniuses and mediocrities.
“Remember that feeling just now, as long as you keep practicing, you will definitely succeed.”
Julian patted his shoulder and encouraged, “Even Dumbledore didn’t become a top Wizard right from the start.”
“You rest for a while, and continue practicing later.”
Hermione, who looked over here from time to time, noticed that Julian had freed up, and asked as if nonchalantly: “Julian, there is a spell I don’t quite understand. This chapter was copied from NovelPing without permission.
Can you explain it to me?”
Actually, how could there be any spell she didn’t understand?
The little girl just wanted to find Julian to chat.
After the two simply discussed it for a while, the little girl went to practice by herself with satisfaction.
Julian finally had some free time to flip through the spell book he carried with him.
Finally, this practice ended with Neville making the book fly half a meter skimming the ground.
After instructing the two to keep the Room of Requirement secret, Julian led them out.
As a result, just as they went down one floor, they were stopped by someone.
“Thank goodness, I finally found you!” Hermione’s roommate, Parvati Patil, turned her head and shouted excitedly, “Lavender, she’s right here!”
Hermione’s other roommate, Lavender Brown, ran over at a hundred-meter sprint speed.
Grabbed hold of her hand.
“Where did you go?
We’ve been looking for you for half a day!”
“What’s wrong?
What happened?”
Hermione felt somewhat strange as to why her two roommates suddenly became so enthusiastic.
“Oh god, you don’t know yet?”
“You added six points to Gryffindor from Professor Snape, and this matter has spread like wildfire!
We all want to know how you did it!”
“Yeah…” Hermione wore a wry smile.
“But in a single class, he deducted seven points from Gryffindor.”
“That’s nothing.
If one day he stops deducting points from Gryffindor, everyone will probably think he drank the wrong Potion.”
“Stop thinking about these for now, tell us first how you did it.”
Parvati and Lavender each held one of Hermione’s hands and walked towards the Gryffindor common room.
“See you tomorrow, Julian.”
Hermione didn’t forget to look back and say goodbye to Julian.
Who would have thought that Snape adding points to Gryffindor could actually cause such a sensation…
It seems his image of “not adding a single point to Gryffindor, and not deducting a single point from Slytherin” is truly deeply rooted in people’s hearts.
Shaking his head, Julian and Neville continued downstairs.
While turning a corner, Neville was still thinking about Accio and abruptly bumped into someone.
A round dungbomb, seemingly rolled by a giant dung beetle, arched through the air and was about to land on the ground.
“Oh, watch out!” Fred supported a bag with both hands and caught the dungball.
“If it falls to the ground, this dungbomb will be wasted.
It still has a big use!”
“That’s right, use one and there’s one less,” George picked up the conversation.
“I’m truly sorry, I was daydreaming.” Neville snapped back to his senses and hastily apologized.
“It’s fine.” Fred and George finished speaking simultaneously, and then spoke at the same time, “Do you guys want to buy a Dungbomb to play with?”