"Hagrid, you can make bookshelves, right? The desk in my dorm room is missing one." After his initial frustration faded, he rembered the other reason he'd co.
"Of course, what kind do you want?" Hagrid waved his hand magnanimously. "I'm very good at making this sort of thing. Look at all this furniture. I made it all myself."
"That's wonderful!" Ethan exclaid delightedly. He took out a piece of parchnt and roughly sketched a design. "That's about it."
After examining the sketch, Hagrid declared it a piece of cake. "Give three days. I'll go to the Forbidden Forest and choose so suitable wood for you. What do you think of cedar?"
"I don't know much about wood, but as long as it's sturdy, that's fine. Also, could you help buy so portable fire pots? I plan to use them to keep Little Black warm when I keep him in my dorm room."
"Sure, I'll bring so back for you when I go to Hogsade," Hagrid promised grandly.
With everything arranged, Ethan prepared to leave. Just as he reached the door, he suddenly rembered sothing and turned back.
"Hagrid, could you please make a bookshelf? I'm planning to give it to Hermione. I think she'll need one too."
"Of course, no problem."
"Thank you very much, Hagrid."
After he left, Hagrid muttered to himself, "Hermione? A girl? If Ethan and Hermione can use them, then Harry might need one too. Since we're making them anyway, let's make four, one for Harry's friend too."
Hagrid stared at the little black dog still lying by the fireplace. The creature's tongue was hanging out in the heat, but Hagrid fed it so food it barely wanted before heading out into the Forbidden Forest to find suitable trees.
After returning to the castle for lunch, Ethan went to the library with Hermione to study. He planned to give her the bookshelf as a surprise gift after Hagrid finished making it.
"Try this. It's Hagrid's rock cake." In the library, Ethan pulled out one of the stone-hard cakes and secretly stuffed it into Hermione's mouth, curious to see her struggle to bite into it.
Hermione glared at him, spat the cake into her hand, stuffed it into her bag, and showed no intention of eating it, dashing his hopes.
Mrs. Pince walked past them, glancing at him several tis, and he imdiately fell quiet.
Suddenly, he stood up and walked over to Mrs. Pince. "Mrs. Pince, do you have any books on fire-related spells in the general section?"
Seeing her walk past triggered a realization. As the librarian, she knew the collection better than anyone. He'd been foolish to ignore this living encyclopedia and try to find the right spell on his own.
"You're a first-year. Fire magic isn't sothing you should be learning right now." Mrs. Pince studied his young face and flatly refused his request.
"Madam, please. Professor Flitwick said I might have so talent for fire magic, but I don't know any spells yet. I want to learn one to test if I really have the aptitude. Please help ." He clasped his hands together and pleaded.
Mrs. Pince stared at him for a long mont, searching his expression for any sign of deception.
He was telling the truth, or close enough. There was a slight omission in his explanation, but nothing significant to worry about. His expression remained sincere, without a trace of falsehood.
After a long mont, apparently satisfied that he wasn't lying, Mrs. Pince finally spoke.
"Third shelf on the right in bookcase fifteen, you'll find The Complete Book of Common Household Spells. Second shelf in bookcase twenty-three has Common Travel Spells."
"Thank you!" He smiled, thanked her sincerely, and took the two worn books off the shelf.
Judging by the covers alone, neither book showed much sign of use. They looked worn only because they had been published so long ago.
He blew the dust off and quickly started searching through the index.
Finally, in The Complete Book of Common Household Spells, he found Incendio, a popular household charm, and in Common Travel Spells, he found the advanced Fla-Freezing Charm.
He was overjoyed and quickly copied down the two incantations, carefully studying their pronunciation, wand movents, and other details.
He also caught Hermione's eye and passed her a parchnt, asking her to copy down the two spells as well.
Hermione had her own plans, but, unable to resist Ethan's constant pleading, she took his parchnt and copied them down.
Ethan was delighted that she had agreed to his request, so he wrote on the parchnt: "After dinner, let's go to the lake to practice these two spells. Professor Flitwick said I have a talent for fire magic, and I want to see if it's true."
When Hermione read what he had written, her curiosity and competitive spirit were piqued. She paused what she was doing and began concentrating on studying the two spells.
When dinner ca, Ethan had gone over the two spells so many tis, he felt he had them morized. He put the two books back on the shelf, noted their location, and planned to read these unusual books again when he had ti.
He couldn't wait to test whether he could cast them. He grabbed so food haphazardly, ate it quickly, and ran to the Gryffindor table, staring intently at Hermione without saying a word.
"You!" Hermione had been eating slowly and leisurely, but she felt her face flush under his intense stare, noticing the strange looks from others around her.
Hermione was self-conscious enough already. She couldn't stand the way others looked at her, so she'd already sent Ethan back to the Slytherin table for dinner.
For the sa reason, she lowered her head and whispered to Ethan, "You go to Black Lake first. I'll be there in three minutes, okay?"
"Okay, and you absolutely cannot be late!" Knowing it was too much to ask Hermione to be as indifferent to other people's opinions as he was, Ethan went ahead first.
Those were agonizing minutes. Ethan stood by the Black Lake, suppressing his urge to start casting imdiately, anxiously awaiting Hermione's arrival.
He gazed at the castle gates, watching for her.
After Hermione left the castle, she saw a figure by the lake waving and jumping around in her direction. When she got closer, she realized it was none other than Ethan.
She couldn't help but quicken her pace, shortening the agreed-upon three minutes to about two and a half.
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