Sunday's spell practice was still Ethan Jones alone.
The girl who didn't like Dark Magic wasn't there, so Ethan Jones let go and brought out all the Dark Magic spells he hadn't practiced much to show off.
Except for Confringo, a spell he could already cast without following a fixed method, he had learned and skillfully used the other five simple spells. He was now conquering a defensive Dark Magic spell called Bone Shield (or similar construct, likely non-canon or specific to the fanfic's provided grimoire).
This spell, upon casting, would summon a huge shield made of white bones to defend against other spell attacks.
This was the only defensive spell among the five advanced Dark Magic spells.
Of course, there weren't many defensive spells among non-Dark Magic spells either.
The most commonly used was the Shield Charm (Protego), a spell that was a divine tool in the hands of a master but garbage in the hands of a rookie.
There was also an advanced defensive spell—Protego Horribilis (or similar advanced shield), but thanks to the incompetence of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, few Hogwarts students could use this advanced spell.
He couldn't use it now either, so he could only practice the Shield Charm more. Sometimes he even asked Hermione to attack him with some weaker spells to practice the use of the Shield Charm.
This was also why he made the Bone Shield his second target to conquer.
"Bone Shield!" "Bone Shield!" Ethan Jones chanted the spell continuously, imagining a transparent shield with non-human skulls and various thick bones appearing in front of him.
As the imagination became more detailed and his confidence firmer, the impulse in his heart became stronger and stronger, as if he could successfully cast the spell in the next second.
Sure enough, after casting again, he succeeded, but there was a small discrepancy with what he imagined.
Looking at the shield floating in the air, exactly like what he imagined but only the size of a palm, he complained: "This is a Bone Shield? This is a bone heart-protecting mirror! It's too small; besides protecting the heart, what else can it protect?"
Letting this Bone Shield float at his heart, he continued to cast the same spell. Finally, a dozen palm-sized Bone Shields floated in front of him.
"There are pros and cons. Casting is simple, but commanding is difficult. However, if one shield breaks, I only need to cast the spell once more to make up for this piece, without replacing all parts."
He commanded one shield to float further away and cast a Confringo on it.
"Hmm? Quite sturdy." The shield's defense was stronger than he thought. Under the bombardment of a fireball about the size of the shield, it didn't shatter and disappear, only produced several cracks. Moreover, Ethan Jones felt that as long as he injected magic power, it could be repaired.
Following his thought, he continuously injected magic power into the cracked shield through his wand.
The shield not only repaired as before but also kept growing until it became the size of a wheel before stopping.
"Unfortunately, this kind of buff can only be used with preparation. in a real fight, who would give you so much time to prepare?"
After practicing the command of the Bone Shield for a while, he temporarily gave up. The protective area was too small, and the practicality in combat wasn't enough. It was better to become proficient in the Shield Charm.
During the break, he asked Hagrid: "Do you need me to make your Little Gray darker? Turn it into pure black like Little Black?"
"No need. If it really turns black, it won't be Little Gray anymore." Hagrid shook his shaggy head, rejecting his kind proposal.
Ethan Jones didn't mention it again, slowly eating a Rock Cake with black tea.
Before leaving, he specifically asked Hagrid for a large bag of this hard dessert, planning to bring it to Crabbe and Goyle to grind their teeth. Moreover, Rock Cakes were extremely durable for storage and could be kept in the dormitory as reserve food, saving him from having nothing to eat on days when he was hungry but too lazy to go to the kitchen.
Crabbe and Goyle, who had learned their lesson this time, were much more cautious facing the things Ethan Jones brought back, refusing to be the first guinea pigs no matter what.
It wasn't until he personally demonstrated how to eat it that the two felt this food also had a unique flavor.
Under the instigation of the three, Draco also skeptically tasted a small piece.
"Do you really think it's delicious?" He suspected either his taste buds had a problem or the three of them had a problem.
"Did you really not taste a very unique flavor?" Ethan Jones asked seriously.
Draco was bluffed. He quickly stuffed another piece of Rock Cake into his mouth: "Is there really a special flavor?"
"No, it's just quite chewy." Ethan Jones shrugged.
Draco swallowed the cake in his mouth disdainfully: "Tch, just this stuff? My dog wouldn't eat it!"
"You're saying we are dogs! No, you're saying we are worse than dogs! Apologize!" Ethan Jones pretended to be angry, rolling up the sleeves of his wizard robes.
Draco was stunned. He froze on the spot, wanting to apologize but unable to swallow his pride.
Seeing his little joke caused awkwardness, he could only personally guide: "You should run away now, and the three of us will chase you."
"Oh oh." Draco woke up from a dream and ran out of the dormitory in a panic.
Goyle and Crabbe obediently put down the Rock Cakes and prepared to chase, but were stopped by Ethan Jones.
"Let him run for a while. He always speaks without thinking; he'll suffer sooner or later. Let him run by himself. You guys eat yours."
After resting enough, Ethan Jones left the dormitory for the library. Seeing him come out, Draco, who was hiding in the Common Room, quickly changed places to avoid being discovered by him.
Unexpectedly, Ethan Jones didn't even look at him and walked straight out of the dungeons.
Draco returned to the dormitory full of doubts. After hearing the words of the two foodies, he was a little angry inside, feeling played, but then began to reflect on whether he really did something wrong.
Ethan Jones's target this time was Weather Charms. He found that as his magic power grew day by day, this kind of magic with both high upper and lower limits was very suitable for him to use.
From the experience of using the Snow-making Spell last time, if he used this kind of weather magic, he should be able to release his magic power advantage to the greatest extent.
But there were very few Weather Charms in the Hogwarts collection. Apart from the Snow-making Spell Hermione accidentally found, the general collection only had a Rain-Making Spell and a Thunderstorm Spell (or similar atmospheric charms).
He copied these two spells down, preparing to try them at night.
That night, Ethan Jones returned to the dormitory with excitement, his hair not yet completely dry.
He had misjudged the power of the Rain-Making Spell and Thunderstorm Spell he cast just now, causing himself to be enveloped in the rainfall range as well.
Fortunately, he used the Impervius charm quickly, or it wouldn't have been as simple as just getting his hair wet.