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Chapter 57: Chapter 57: The Studious George



Chapter 57: The Studious George

Meanwhile, George had once again immersed himself in the study and research of magic.

With Wolverine keeping an eye on Tony Stark, there shouldn't be any major issues. Besides, Tony Stark wasn't foolish and wouldn't be easily taken out by Obadiah Stane.

Even if something unexpected happened and Tony was killed, it wouldn't be the end of the world. At most, the stock would plummet again, resulting in some financial losses. Once George's strength grew, he could always find other ways to make up for it.

For now, establishing a relationship with Tony Stark would undoubtedly benefit his future development, but not pursuing this path didn't mean he was out of options.

Money was a universal equivalent—it only had value when spent. Otherwise, it was just paper.

No matter how much Stark Industries' stock fell, its sheer size meant it could still be exchanged for a significant amount of money, enough to sustain them for seven or eight years.

By then, George would have already mastered the Muggle-Repelling Charm and the Fidelius Charm, eliminating concerns about the school's security.

Thus, focusing on magic was the top priority, while everything else was secondary.

In the Charms classroom at Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick was explaining the intricacies of the Levitation Charm.

"Never forget the subtle wrist movement we've been practicing—swish and flick. Remember, swish and flick.

Pronouncing the incantation correctly is also crucial. Don't forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and ended up with a buffalo standing on his chest."

"That's not so bad. With that trick, he'd never run out of beef."

George couldn't help but quip internally upon hearing Professor Flitwick's example.

In reality, he was just joking. Based on his recent studies of magical theory, he knew the buffalo wasn't conjured out of thin air. It was either summoned from nearby or created through a Transfiguration-like spell.

Magic was indeed wondrous, but it followed its own set of rules and wasn't omnipotent.

At the very least, conjuring food and water out of nowhere was impossible.

Many summoning spells for creatures like cows, snakes, horses, birds, and flowers were extensions of summoning and transfiguration magic.

If it was a summoning spell, the creature had to exist nearby. For example, if you were in the middle of a desert, no matter how many times you mispronounced the spell, no buffalo would appear.

If it was a transfiguration spell, the creature was a product of magical transformation. Once the magic wore off, it would either vanish or revert to its original form.

Using this method to obtain endless free beef for sustenance was impossible. At best, you could savor the taste.

Magic had many such rules. Without proper study and an understanding of its taboos, one could easily end up in trouble.

Luna Lovegood's mother had died experimenting with and modifying spells.

"Now, everyone, start practicing."

After explaining the theoretical foundations of the Levitation Charm, Professor Flitwick had the students practice with feathers.

George, however, didn't hold back. He casually cast the Levitation Charm on a nearby desk.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

As the incantation left his lips, the desk floated into the air, leaving the other students, who were still struggling with feathers, dumbfounded.

"Excellent, George. Five points to Slytherin."

Though George had been a bit distracted during class, he still earned points.

After class, Professor Flitwick grabbed his textbook and headed for the door, but his short legs were no match for George, who intercepted him at the entrance.

"Looks like my lunch will have to wait again!"

Professor Flitwick sighed, clearly accustomed to this. While he appreciated George's enthusiasm, it was also a bit overwhelming.

George smiled:

"Professor, I've been studying the Muggle-Repelling Charm recently and have a few questions. I'm sure you wouldn't mind sparing a little time to help your eager student."

He had no choice. The professors had busy schedules, and weekends were often reserved for personal matters. If he didn't corner them after class, he'd have no chance to ask questions.

Not all professors were like Snape, willing to dedicate their private time to tutoring.

An hour later, George, satisfied with the answers he'd received, let Professor Flitwick go and headed to the Great Hall for lunch.

In two days, it would be Halloween, but the weather hadn't improved. It had been raining for a week straight, and the downpour showed no signs of stopping.

Despite the rain, George's mood was buoyed by the progress he'd made in his magical studies.

"Harry, Ron, Hermione, haven't you eaten yet?"

As he entered the Great Hall, George spotted the trio at the Gryffindor table.

Normally, the Great Hall was nearly empty at this hour, making the trio's presence particularly noticeable.

"George, we're discussing the Deathday Party."

Harry explained, looking glum, about how he'd been invited to Nearly Headless Nick's 500th Deathday Party.

The day before, after Quidditch practice, Harry had accidentally dirtied the castle floor and was caught by Filch. Nearly Headless Nick had intervened, so Harry felt obliged to attend the party in the dungeon on Halloween night.

"Don't be so down. The Halloween feast happens every year, but a ghost's Deathday Party might be a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I think it sounds fascinating. I'll go with you."

Hermione, clearly intrigued by the idea of a ghostly celebration, was eager to attend.

Ron, however, had a different opinion:

"Why would anyone celebrate the day they died? It sounds creepy!"

"Harry already promised Nick. He said he'd go, and he can't break his word."

Hermione stood up, looming over Ron, ready to argue. Ron quickly backtracked:

"You're right, Harry. As your best mate, I'll go with you!"

"Thanks, guys."

Harry looked slightly relieved, then turned to George with hopeful eyes:

"George, do you want to come too?"

"I'll pass. I don't want to miss my first Halloween at Hogwarts."

George politely declined Harry's invitation.

If he remembered correctly, the basilisk's first attack happened on Halloween, petrifying Filch's cat.

He wasn't ready to confront the basilisk or Voldemort just yet, and he was genuinely curious about the Hogwarts Halloween feast.

"Just a friendly reminder: according to *The Ghostly Compendium*, ghosts can't eat normal food. They can only 'taste' by inhaling extremely pungent odors.

So, the food at the Deathday Party will likely be rotten and putrid. You might want to bring some snacks, or you'll go hungry."

"Oh, Merlin, I shouldn't have agreed to Nick's invitation."

Harry looked utterly defeated, while Hermione's interest was piqued:

"*The Ghostly Compendium*? Is that in the library? Why haven't I seen it?"

"It's on the top shelf of the third-to-last bookcase. There's only one copy in the entire library. It's easy to miss unless you're specifically looking for it, like I was."

George picked up the food the house-elves had magically delivered and began eating while chatting with Hermione.

His interest in ghosts wasn't purely academic. He was considering the possibility of becoming a ghost if he reached the end of his natural lifespan or was killed unexpectedly, as a way to "survive" while figuring out how to resurrect himself.

(End of Chapter)


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