"Don't misunderstand, I don't think your joining will improve our chances..."

Eileen glanced at Cho Chang, her eyes flickered, and she said meaningfully in a soft voice.

"I just think it would be a pity if you gave up Quidditch with such a good flying talent—the future of the magical world isn't just the Quidditch pitch. If you really want to keep flying..."

In the original story, Cho was described as "a very good flyer," and in fact, from a realistic point of view, that was indeed the case.

What Eileen remembered most was the match that originally took place in *Prisoner of Azkaban*, a year later in the original timeline. At that time, Harry was using the advanced Firebolt, and Cho was using the outdated Comet 260. But during the flight, Cho Chang frequently overtook Harry, forcing him to change direction.

If it weren't for the significant difference in brooms, it would have been very difficult for Harry to win at that time.

Apart from family factors that meant Cho Chang didn't have the traces of Chinese culture that Eileen expected, from her own perspective, this resilient Ravenclaw girl wasn't particularly dislikeable.

As time passed, Eileen gradually adjusted her mentality and stopped targeting Cho Chang.

On the contrary, if possible, she didn't mind becoming friends with Cho Chang.

After all, regardless of what else, Cho Chang's skin color and the blood flowing through her veins originated from the East. In this unfamiliar Hogwarts, that was one of the few elements that allowed her to reminisce about her previous life.

"But—"

Cho Chang looked hesitantly at the other students around her, and whispered cautiously.

"If... I mean... if I agree, will you help Marietta undo the curse?"

"Sorry, Cho, no matter how you consider it, this has nothing to do with me—I'm just telling you the news."

Eileen shrugged, glancing playfully at the simple-minded "snitch" Miss Marietta, whom she had silenced. A cold pleasure surfaced at the corner of her lips, and she said softly.

"As for Miss Marietta..."

"Don't worry, the magic effect will disappear in a day at most. As for this time, let's just consider it a small warning—anyway, apart from not being able to speak, there are no other side effects and it won't affect your drinking or eating."

"Ugh! Er—Ugh ugh!! Ugh ugh ugh ugh!"

Beside her, Marietta stared angrily at Eileen, seemingly trying to curse her, but no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't say a word, only a few vague sobs.

Accompanied by the "silencing" of this early bird, the atmosphere around the Ravenclaw table became even more silent.

The whispering discussions instantly quieted down, and there was more fear in the gazes directed at Eileen.

As a magical school, it wasn't uncommon for students to use magic to prank people they disliked.

If Eileen had just cast a curse, most students wouldn't have thought there was anything wrong with it—but the prerequisite was that she had to draw her wand, in a way that people could understand and imitate how to cast the spell.

From beginning to end, Eileen had given a snap of her fingers and spoken a spell, but had never shown any sign of waving her wand.

"Was that... wandless magic?"

"H-how is that possible? She didn't draw her wand?"

Unlike techniques like silent casting, wandless magic is a marker of top-tier power in the magical world.

It meant that this witch could maintain combat power even if she lost her wand, and could respond to any emergencies at any time. More importantly, it also meant that her magic might become even more terrifying when empowered by a wand.

In the impression of Hogwarts students, apart from Dumbledore, most formal professors couldn't do this.

Strictly speaking, Eileen was at an age where she shouldn't have been able to perform wandless magic.

A wizard's magic mostly grows slowly over time. In the absence of a medium, most people can only roughly and simply mobilize magic, and cannot accurately and precisely control the magical effect like releasing a spell.

"Wandless magic, is it difficult?"

Eileen looked around at the whispering students, and the corner of her mouth lifted slightly.

Under the gaze of a group of Ravenclaw students, the girl raised her index finger, smiled, and recited softly.

"Lumos Maxima!"

The next moment, soft specks of light like fireflies quickly gathered at Eileen's fingertips.

In less than half a second, a dazzling ball of light floated quietly in mid-air. The Ravenclaw table seemed to have a silver full moon suddenly appear, so much that the surrounding environment was dimmed.

"If you are nothing without your wands, then you don't deserve to be called wizards—"

Eileen's lake-blue eyes flickered, and she strolled along the Ravenclaw bench, speaking softly in a leisurely manner.

The girl's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to have some kind of magic, and it entered the minds of every Ravenclaw student who was looking at her face with utmost clarity, as if it was a whisper beside their ears.

"The Eagle Door Knocker question, wands, alchemical items, magical creatures..."

"These are all external forces that come from the outside world, that anyone can easily obtain, and that don't belong to any one person. As an extraordinary wizard, the wisdom stored in our minds, the courage in our hearts, the power in our bodies, and the ambition in the depths of our eyes are the only miracles worth trusting."

"Unfortunately—"

Eileen twisted her wrist, and her tender white fist clenched in the center of the light, shattering it into snowflake-like specks of light.

"Of the above four points, it seems that none of you present here possess them—the Eagle Door Knocker question is too difficult? Then go look up information, ask questions, and study; the Quidditch match is unfair? Then challenge the rules or find countermeasures; as for... an invincible evil witch appearing in the school? Think about it carefully, I've only been in contact with magic for a year."

The impish little devil, who was playing herself, shook her little ahoge triumphantly, and said meaningfully in a soft voice.

"If any of you can independently solve all the problems, then—perhaps I will consider teaching you how to break through the shackles of traditional secularity and master such profound magic and knowledge in less than a year."

"Impossible, no matter how talented you are, it's impossible to..."

Meryl Streep muttered, as a seventh-year student, she knew better than anyone what wandless casting meant.

If a little girl who had only been in contact with magic for just over a year could cast spells without a wand, then what had she learned in her seven years at Hogwarts? The frustration and envy that seven years of study couldn't compare to someone else's one year was like a tide constantly impacting the fragile nerves of this newly-appointed Head Girl.

Undoubtedly, the wandless magic displayed by Eileen directly subverted the cognition of all the young wizards.

Just as there is absolute zero in temperature, even wizards who control magic have limits.

Theoretically, no matter how talented a wizard is, they would have to wait until at least the age of twenty to master the skill of wandless casting in this day and age, and usually, mastering it before the age of sixty would be considered a prodigy of the era.

Of course, there is also a less obvious condition added here—for human wizards.

After all...

Strictly speaking, Eileen, is not human.

The amplification ratio of human blood, the basic talent of magical creatures—this is the conclusion that Paracelsus once came to.

If the magic power in the body of a normal human wizard is 10, and it will increase at a rate of 10%-20% per year before the age of sixty, then Eileen's initial magic power is 50. At the same time, as she frequently mobilizes the Runic magic, her basic value is still growing as if infinitely. Even Paracelsus doesn't know where her limit is.

Therefore, as a Veela hybrid, especially a "mutant" whose bloodline magic power has been repeatedly strengthened and stimulated, Eileen is even stronger than many pure-blood Veelas of the same age in terms of magical affinity, control...

In other words, Eileen's own body is the most perfect magical medium.

However, obviously there is no need to tell these Ravenclaw little wizards about these details.

Creating a genius who violates common sense, but can be imagined and understood by people, is originally part of the "Ravenclaw Awakening" plan. In order to achieve certain effects, people often show unexpected miracles.

In later generations' military technology games, there often appear some "twin brothers" who seem to have the same result.

"Every Monday and Wednesday, I will accept challenges in Ravenclaw..."

Eileen said casually, walking on the bench like a demon king inspecting her territory.

"If anyone thinks they can defeat me, well, yes, it's through the old-fashioned one-on-one duel. Then I can also give up interfering with the Eagle Door Knocker and let everything go back to normal—of course, challenges come at a price."

"Any loser cannot return to their bed in the dormitory to sleep within the week."

"Whether or not they have cracked the riddle of the Eagle Door Knocker, or someone helps them open the door."

Eileen grinned, revealing two white and sharp little tiger teeth, "If anyone dares to break the rules of the game, I'm happy to help you understand a principle—when your strength is not enough to overturn the chessboard, it's best to play according to the rules."

"Otherwise..."

"Or else what, Miss Kaslana?"

Just then, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in the white fluff ball's ear.

Eh?!

Eileen's raised finger froze slightly, turned around, and looked in the direction the voice came from.

The Head of Ravenclaw House, Charms Professor, Filius Flitwick had entered the hall at some point.

At this time, this small goblin-mixed wizard was looking at Eileen with interest.

Although Professor Flitwick had already seen the "rehearsal" in the headmaster's office, compared to listening to the lines in the narrow office, watching this child perform in the hall in person was a completely different feeling.

"Professor! Professor, you're here!"

"Professor Flitwick, you don't know what Kaslana..."

"She's the one who broke the Eagle Door Knocker! Professor, expel her! You must expel her!"

"Professor, please come and judge us—"

"Ugh, ugh ugh!! Er, ugh ugh ugh—ugh ugh ugh!"

With the appearance of Filius Flitwick at the Ravenclaw table, a group of Ravenclaw little wizards who had been completely suppressed by Eileen's momentum seemed to come alive, rushing to tell Professor Flitwick.

In their rambling descriptions, Eileen Kaslana was almost becoming the new Dark Lord.

Marietta gestured as she looked at Eileen with provocative and resentful eyes, a triumphant light appearing on her face—no matter how terrible and powerful a student is, this is still Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The righteous Professor Flitwick will definitely uphold justice for them.

When that time comes...

"What a bunch of... lovely little white flowers who haven't experienced the beatings of reality and don't understand the sinister nature of people."

Eileen gently placed her right hand on her lips, revealing a playful and dangerous smile (picture).

These self-destructive remarks, these oppressive rules, these obviously unfriendly mechanisms, if not for Dumbledore as the headmaster, and Flitwick as the housemaster allowing it, how could she have taken this troublesome job?

And now, it is the final blow in the script, to let these children know what it means—the Demon King has arrived.

"Ahem, I see, I understand... this is indeed very bad."

Under Eileen's playful gaze, Filius Flitwick cleared his throat and looked solemnly at the "successor of Ravenclaw's will" standing on the bench—Hogwarts' second extremely dangerous "witch" after a thousand years.

Then, in the expectant gazes of a group of little wizards, Flitwick said sternly.

"How can you stand on the chairs that people sit on? Miss Kaslana! Hurry up and get down from the chair!"

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