Chapter 40: George's Trump Card

Chapter 40: George's Trump Card

Naturally, George also heard the footsteps. After a moment of hesitation, he walked directly to the rooftop entrance, closed the iron door, and began casting a spell on the handle:

"Fla Viduo!"

The Transfiguration spell took effect, and a fist-sized lock formed, securely locking the iron door.

He wasn't afraid of the ordinary people below, but killing too many would inevitably leave traces.

"Let's go."

After locking the door to temporarily block the rooftop and stop the underlings from coming up, George cast the Levitation Charm on Leon.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Leon watched as George's hands moved in strange gestures, then pointed at him. His body began to float like a balloon, leaving him utterly astonished.

This was the first time he had experienced something so magical, and his awe for George grew even stronger.

Grabbing Leon's shoulder, George leaped from the sixth-floor rooftop. Using his abilities, he landed steadily in a dark alley.

The Levitation Charm was one of the basic first-year spells and had been a focus of his studies and research during this period.

Although he couldn't use it to fly himself, he could combine it with his magnetic abilities to move larger objects. In combat, it was a useful control skill, especially against enemies like X-24.

A Levitation Charm could reduce X-24's weight, and with his magnetic powers, he could manipulate X-24 like a toy.

"Do you still need my help?"

"You've already done enough. I can handle the rest myself."

Leon clenched his teeth and replied.

With Chebel dead, given his influence and reputation, it wouldn't be difficult for Leon to turn the Chebel family into the Leon family if he wanted.

As for Chebel's son, he was just a useless fool who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun.

Most importantly, Leon didn't want to owe this mysterious man any more favors, as he knew they would have to be repaid. So far, he still didn't know what the man wanted from him.

"Then quickly deal with the Chebel family. Don't come looking for me; I'll find you if I need you."

George nodded, then slowly rose into the air and disappeared into the night sky.

He had already helped so much. If Leon still ended up dead, then such a fool wasn't fit to be his agent.

Meanwhile, in the Harry Potter world, George's doppelgänger also encountered an opportunity to get closer to Snape. That opportunity was the first flying lesson on Thursday afternoon, right after Charms class.

As the second most powerful wizard in the school after Dumbledore, Snape's self-created Sectumsempra spell was akin to a magical version of the Six Meridian Divine Sword.

Once hit by Sectumsempra, due to its dark magic curse nature, it couldn't be healed by normal magical means.

Snape was the professor George felt he needed to build a good relationship with, especially since he was in Slytherin House.

So, aside from earning points for Slytherin to win the House Cup, helping the Slytherin Quidditch team achieve victory was also one of his goals.

Quidditch, being the most beloved sport among wizards, could also help him increase his reputation among the students.

The only downside was that it might take away time from his spell studies.

But after some thought, he realized it wasn't a complete waste. Practicing flying on a broomstick would help him adapt better to flying in the future, a skill he absolutely needed to master.

Apparition was useful, but it could be disrupted by spells like Anti-Apparition Jinxes. In certain situations, flying was more convenient.

As for why he was so confident in his Quidditch skills, even though he had never ridden a broomstick before, he wasn't sure if this body had any natural talent for it.

But that didn't matter. His physical strength already gave him an advantage, and more importantly, he had a trump card prepared.

The first-year Slytherins had their flying lesson alongside the Gryffindors.

By 3:30 PM, the young wizards from both houses had gathered on the lawn outside the castle.

The children from wizarding families were already excitedly sharing their thrilling experiences of riding broomsticks. Most of the stories were clearly exaggerated, like racing against eagles, flying across the sea to France, or nearly colliding with a Muggle airplane.

"George, I may not be as good as you in other subjects, but I won't let you score in flying class!"

Ginny, accompanied by Colin, walked up to George, pounding her chest with confidence.

George smiled and replied, "I've never ridden a broomstick before, so I probably won't score much."

Ginny undoubtedly had talent for broomsticks that rivaled Harry's. At the age of six, she had sneaked into her brothers' broom shed and ridden their broomsticks without ever getting caught.

But this time, she might still be disappointed.

"Alright, children, line up in two rows. I'll hand out the broomsticks now."

Madam Hooch, the flying instructor, arrived, dragging over twenty old and battered broomsticks.

"How shabby!"

George couldn't help but frown as he received his broomstick, noting the twigs sticking out in all directions.

These broomsticks likely dated back to the Cleansweep series from decades ago, their speed and performance far inferior to the modern Nimbus series.

"First, place your broomsticks on the ground, then follow me in learning the charm to control them.

Remember, the key lies in your belief. Don't be afraid. The less confident you are, the less they'll respond to you."

Madam Hooch spent half an hour teaching the young wizards the correct charms and techniques for using broomsticks, then moved on to the practical part.

"Now, extend your right hand over the broomstick and start chanting the charm."

The young wizards followed her instructions.

Those with prior experience on broomsticks immediately had theirs fly into their hands.

Meanwhile, those encountering broomsticks for the first time faced all sorts of mishaps. Some broomsticks rolled on the ground, refusing to rise, while others wobbled into the air only to fall back down.

Some simply lay there motionless, clearly having mispronounced the charm.

"Seems not too difficult."

George reached out, and the broomstick instantly flew into his hand, surprising even himself.

He guessed it wasn't due to any innate talent in this body but rather that his psychic abilities had significantly enhanced his mental strength, giving him an edge in this area.

In fact, it wasn't just broomsticks; his powerful psychic abilities also made him highly efficient in learning other forms of magic.

Sometimes he wondered how much more effective it would be if someone like Professor X, with his psychic abilities, had wizard blood. And then there was Jean Grey—her Phoenix Force was already one of the most formidable powers, so she probably wouldn't need it.

"Alright, next, we'll try to take off.

When I blow the whistle, kick off the ground with both feet. Push hard."

Once everyone had managed to hold their broomsticks, Madam Hooch moved on to the final stage of the lesson.

At this point, George also manipulated a thin, hair-like wire to slide out from his sleeve and wrap around the broomstick.

(End of Chapter)