Meanwhile, George once again settled into his routine of diligently researching and learning magic.
There wasn't much to worry about with Tony Stark, as Wolverine was watching over him, and Tony Stark wasn't foolish enough to be easily eliminated by Obadiah.
Even if something unexpected happened and he was taken out, there was nothing that could be done; at most, the stock would fall again, resulting in some financial loss, which could naturally be recouped through other means once his strength increased in the future.
For him now, establishing a relationship with Tony Stark would certainly be better for future development, but not taking this step didn't mean there was no other path.
Money is a general equivalent; it's useful only when spent, otherwise it's just waste paper.
No matter how badly Stark Industries' stock fell, its sheer size meant the shares could still be exchanged for a considerable amount of money, enough to cover their expenses for seven or eight years.
By then, he would have long learned the Muggle Shielding Charm and the Fidelius Charm, so he wouldn't need to worry about the safety of the school.
Therefore, focusing on magic was the most important thing; everything else was secondary.
In Hogwarts Castle, during Charms Class, Professor Flitwick was instructing on the essentials of the Levitation Charm.
"Don't forget the subtle wrist movement we've been practicing: swish and flick, remember, swish and flick.
Pronouncing the incantation correctly is also very important; don't forget Wizard Baruffio, who pronounced his 'f' as 's' and found himself lying on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."
"That's not bad; with that trick, he'd never run out of beef to eat in the future."
Hearing the example Professor Flitwick gave, George secretly grumbled to himself.
In fact, he was just grumbling; according to the magical knowledge he had learned, he knew that the cow wasn't conjured out of thin air; it was either transferred from nearby or was similar to the Deformation Curse.
magic, though wondrous, also adhered to its unique rules and was not omnipotent.
At least, conjuring food and Water out of thin air was impossible.
Many summoning spells that conjured cows, snakes, horses, birds, flowers, and so on, were actually extended magic derived from transference and transformation.
If it was a transference type, things not present in the surroundings naturally couldn't be transferred, for example, if you were in a desert, even if you said 'f' as 's' a hundred times, no cow would appear.
If it was a transformation type, then the cow was affected by magical transformation, and once the magical effect ended, it would disappear or revert to its original form.
Obtaining countless free beef through this method to fill one's stomach was not possible; at most, one could only taste it.
There are many similar rules in magic; if one doesn't study well and understand the taboos, they might inadvertently harm themselves one day.
Luna's mother died from experimentation and refinement of curses.
"Now, everyone, begin practicing."
After explaining the theoretical basis of the Levitation Charm, Professor Flitwick had everyone begin practicing with feathers.
At this point, George also didn't act modestly; he naturally raised his hand and cast the Levitation Charm on a nearby desk.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
As the incantation sounded, the desk immediately floated into the air above the classroom, causing the young Wizards who were still trying to float their feathers to stare in astonishment.
"Very good, George, five points to Slytherin."
Although he had been somewhat distracted in class, he still needed to earn points.
After class, Professor Flitwick picked up his textbook and was about to leave the classroom, but his short legs couldn't outrun George, who was faster than a rabbit, and he was directly blocked at the classroom door.
"It seems my lunch will be delayed again!"
Professor Flitwick said helplessly, apparently this wasn't the first time this had happened; he was pleased, but also a bit overwhelmed.
George smiled: "Professor, I've been studying the Muggle Shielding Charm recently, and there are a few things I don't understand that I'd like to ask you about. I'm sure you wouldn't mind wasting this tiny bit of time to answer your eager student's questions."
He had no choice; the Professors had many classes, and on weekends they had their own private matters. If he didn't corner them after class, he really wouldn't be able to find anyone.
Not all Professors were like Snape, willing to dedicate their personal time to teaching magic.
An hour later, George contentedly let Professor Flitwick go, and he himself headed to the Great Hall to prepare for lunch.
Halloween was in two days, but the weather hadn't improved; it had been raining continuously for a week and was still raining.
Although it was raining, his mood wasn't bad because he had received answers to his magic questions.
"Harry, Ron, Hermione, haven't you eaten yet?"
As soon as he walked into the Great Hall, George saw the Harry trio at the Gryffindor long table.
Normally, at this time, there would be very few people in the Great Hall, so the three of them stood out unusually.
"George, we're discussing the Deathday Party."
Harry, with a bitter expression, recounted how he had been invited to the Deathday Party.
It turned out that yesterday, when he returned from Quidditch practice, he accidentally dirtied the Castle floor and was caught by the Gatekeeper Filch, and Nearly Headless Nick helped him.
So he promised Nick to attend Nick's five hundredth Deathday Party in the Underground Room on Halloween eve.
"Don't be so glum. The Halloween party happens every year, but you might only encounter a ghost's Deathday Party once. I think it will definitely be wonderful, and I'll go with you then."
Hermione was clearly very interested in this unknown ghost party.
Ron, however, held the opposite opinion:
"Why would anyone celebrate the day they died? I think it's unlucky!"
"Harry has already promised Nick; he said he must go to the party and can't break his word."
Hermione stood up and looked down at Ron, with a strong inclination to argue, which scared Ron into quickly changing his tune:
"You're right, Harry, as good brothers, I'll go with you!"
"Thank you, both of you."
Harry's expression improved slightly, and then he looked at George with some anticipation:
"George, do you want to come and see?"
"I'll pass. I don't want to miss my first Halloween at Hogwarts."
George smiled and politely declined Harry's invitation.
If he remembered correctly, the Basilisk's first action was on Halloween, and it petrified Filch's cat.
He didn't want to encounter the Basilisk and Lord Voldemort so early, and he was indeed interested in the Hogwarts Halloween party.
"Just a friendly reminder: according to what I read in 'The Book of Ghosts,' ghosts can't eat normal food; they can only get some sensation by smelling extremely pungent odors.
So, I guess the food at a ghost banquet will most likely be rotten and spoiled food that's been around for a long time. You'd best bring some food with you before you go, otherwise you'll be hungry."
"Oh, Merlin, I shouldn't have promised Nearly Headless Nick."
Harry immediately fell into despair, while Hermione, very interested, asked George:
"'The Book of Ghosts,' is that a library book? Why haven't I seen it?"
"It's on the very top of the third-to-last bookshelf in the innermost part. There's only one copy in the entire library, so it's normal that you haven't seen it. I only went looking for it because I was interested in ghosts."
George picked up the food that the House-elf had magically delivered to the table and chatted with Hermione while eating.
He searched for books about ghosts not just out of interest, but also because he was thinking about whether there might be a chance to transform into a ghost form and survive if his lifespan ended or he was accidentally killed in the future, and then find a way to resurrect himself.
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