While George and Harry were adventuring in the school, Ron and Hermione stayed in the dormitory, feeling rather frightened. Hermione even pulled out the book about trolls in the common room. Seeing the descriptions and those terrifying illustrations made Ron and Hermione even more anxious.
The creature was twelve feet tall and weighed a ton. Harry had not yet returned, and they spent what felt like hours worrying themselves nearly sick.
Almost an hour later, Harry finally returned with Neville. Ron and Hermione cried tears of joy, while Harry felt extremely embarrassed at the sight. As they recounted their adventures in vivid detail, Harry shared how he had gone on the daring mission and how George had effortlessly defeated the troll. Ron and Hermione couldn't help feeling a bit frustrated—they had been so worried about Harry yesterday.
"It's really nothing," George said, noticing the admiring looks from Hermione and Ron. "For a well-prepared wizard, a troll is a very weak opponent."
"But the fact that a troll appeared in the school means the place isn't completely safe. Next time, I'll start guiding you to practice the spells you've learned," George continued.
The Mutual Aid Society was moving in the right direction. George had more ideas about its future development and hoped Harry and the others could improve their abilities faster.
"I've mastered all the spells I've learned so far," Hermione said, eager to learn more powerful magic. "Eugadim Leviosa!" she pronounced, effortlessly making an empty plate on the table float.
"Amazing levitation spell," George praised generously. He never held back his compliments; even when praise was deserved, he never acted coldly, nor did he carry the cynical attitude of an irritating ghost.
"I can teach you first. When I fought trolls, I used an air-extraction spell. It's extremely practical. You can explore it gradually yourself. Once you can cast basic spells independently, I'll teach you more offensive spells," George said, intending to spark competition among Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Since Hermione had already mastered the spell he had taught, he took the opportunity to teach her the air-extraction spell.
"Oh!" Harry and Ron looked on enviously. Yesterday, when they were together, Harry had shared with them all the tricks George had taught him for dealing with trolls. They had even secretly noted many of the spells George had used.
Thinking about the gap between himself and Hermione, Harry felt shy asking George for the same instruction, but he secretly planned to work even harder to master the spell he had learned.
"Great! I'll soon fully master my basic spells," Hermione said excitedly, but she wanted more. Beyond learning more spells from George, she aimed to master as many as possible. George was impressed by her ambition for powerful basic spells.
"Wow!" Harry felt a twinge of jealousy at Hermione's lofty goals—she was always so exceptional.
He looked at George again, hesitated for a moment, then spoke the question he had been meaning to ask.
"George, can I teach Neville?" Harry asked awkwardly. He had always been under George's guidance, but now he wanted to pass on what George had taught him to Neville. Harry admired George's straightforwardness and honesty.
Neville, however, was timid and often made mistakes. He had been bullied and disliked by others. Harry saw a reflection of his younger self in Neville and felt compelled to help him.
"Of course. I guess I forgot to tell you about Yanling," George said, noting that Harry and the others were already paying attention. "Divination is a very special skill—a combination of faith and willpower."
Unlike spells, which require correct gestures and incantations, Yanling requires unwavering belief and will to perform magic.
"So? Does that mean Neville can't learn it just because he's timid?" Hermione asked.
George didn't answer her directly, continuing his story: "In a distant eastern land, there lived a wizard. During his travels, he passed through a village. There was a devout old woman in the village…"
"She was illiterate, but she had been faithfully reciting a spell for sixty years," George paused. "The curse carried a certain spiritual essence. When the wizard passed through the village, the old woman's chanting could be heard for miles."
"Sixty years!" Harry and the others exclaimed. That was an almost unimaginable span of time.
"But the eastern official discovered that because the old woman couldn't read, she had been reciting the spell incorrectly all those sixty years," George continued.
"How is that possible?" Hermione gasped, covering her mouth. The old woman had persisted by accident for six decades—it was tragic and yet remarkable.
"So the wizard taught her the correct spell," George said, pausing again.
"What happened after that?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"The devout woman began reciting the correct spell, but she had lost the spiritual essence. Her spell could no longer be heard for miles," George explained.
"Even incorrect spells have words?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"The spirit of language is not a curse. People choose the spirit of language, and the spirit of language chooses them. I will teach you your spirit of language—that will be your language spirit," George said, pausing. "Only when you can pass your language spirit to someone else can you truly grasp its essence."
"In other words, I can teach Neville the spirit of language, but he might not learn it?" Harry asked, confused.
"No, Neville must learn to speak, but your task will be very challenging. You must keep trying until he can speak," George replied.
Harry felt a wave of dizziness, unsure if Neville could truly learn to speak.
"You fool. George means that only someone who has truly mastered the essence of language can teach it to others. Neville can't learn it because you haven't grasped the essence yet. Actually, you can teach Neville," Hermione quickly deduced, her mind racing, and looked proudly at the others.
"Hermione is such a genius," George muttered, slightly speechless. He had thought for a long time without explaining it to Harry, never expecting Hermione could articulate it so clearly. Spending so much time with this child had apparently dulled his own linguistic ability.
Yanling was George's attempt to combine faith and magic with some historical and speculative wizard records. Even though it was his own creation, his understanding was not entirely reliable.
George knew Harry had strong will and faith, so he would teach him what Harry could truly master. As for when Neville could summon the courage to learn, George had no intention of forcing it.
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