Chapter 60 Finally Going Home!

Upon hearing this, Hermione quickly released Bell, feeling somewhat embarrassed about her foolish behavior. Fortunately, Bell had no intention of dwelling on the matter.

Pulling out his wand, Bell held it high above his head.

Magic continuously gathered at the tip of the wand, and after about 5 seconds of charging, Bell suddenly swung the wand downward.

"Shut up!"

A surge of magic shockwaves spread out from Bell's wand, disrupting the magical distribution in the surroundings and interrupting ongoing spells.

Not only that, but both Quirrell and Snape were affected by the sudden interruption of their spells, sitting paralyzed in their seats unable to move.

Bell used his own created counter-curse, inspired by a MMORPG called "Beast World" he had played before. In the game, the mage class had a skill called "Counter," which could interrupt channeled spells.

Bell's counter-curse could only interrupt sustained spells and had no effect on instant spells like "Petrificus Totalus" or "Stupefy."

Normally, the "Counter" spell did not require charging, but since Bell could not directly target Quirrell, he reluctantly expanded the spell's range to cover the entire Quidditch pitch. Hence, it took some time to gather magic power.

As for the incantation? It was just because he thought it sounded cool.

Quirrell's curse was interrupted, and Harry naturally escaped danger. However, Madam Hooch still had no intention of resuming the match. She wanted to inspect Harry's broomstick first. However, after Harry landed, he spat out the "Golden Snitch" from his mouth.

Gryffindor's students cheered wildly, rushing into the field to lift Harry high and celebrate excitedly.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's students also clapped happily, but the Slytherins' popularity was truly lacking.

In the end, except for Hermione and Bell, no one knew what had just happened. Although the professors sensed a severe magical fluctuation, they couldn't figure out its source.

As for the young wizards, they didn't care about such matters. Even Harry himself was immersed in the joy of victory, quickly forgetting the incident of almost falling off his broomstick.

Hermione was very unhappy about this. Clearly, Bell had used such a powerful spell to save Harry's life, yet no one paid any attention!?

Seeing Hermione, who wanted to go forward and argue with others, Bell quickly stopped her.

"But..."

"Alright, alright, don't worry about these small matters," Bell reassured her. "You know I hate being the center of attention. Besides, you were the one who noticed Harry's anomaly first and asked me to save him. So strictly speaking, you saved his life, and if Harry wants to thank anyone, it should be you."

"How could it be!? I didn't do anything."

"No, you did the most important thing. If it weren't for you, maybe I wouldn't have noticed Harry's anomaly, or even if I did, I might not have intervened. So you saved him, no problem at all."

Actually, if it weren't for Hermione's strong request, Bell would never have intervened to save Harry. After all, with so many professors present, Dumbledore might also be watching Harry's every move from the headmaster's office. Bell would only get involved in such matters when he had nothing better to do.

Seeing the little witch still wanting to say something, Bell quickly preempted her and covered her mouth.

"Alright, Hermione. It's already past twelve, and I'm starving. Let's go eat."

Saying this, he avoided the celebrating crowd and headed towards the Great Hall.

"Aren't you always eating!? Hermione muttered as she watched Bell's back, feeling speechless.

"Wait for me, don't walk so fast!"

The little witch quickly caught up.

...

Today, Bell was in a very good mood! How good was it? Looking at the sky outside the window at 6 o'clock in the morning, Bell felt that the sunshine was so brilliant and warm (Note: It's late December). Even during this morning's training, Bell's performance was 10 percentage points higher than usual.

Why was Bell so happy? Need it be said? Of course, it's because he can finally go home today!

"Shanna~! Wait for me~!"

After the morning practice, Bell took a quick shower and climbed out of Scamander's suitcase. Changing his clothes, Bell didn't even plan to eat breakfast. He picked up his suitcase and headed out, humming an off-key tune as he walked.

Then he was stopped...

At the entrance of Hogwarts Castle, the caretaker Filch scrutinized Bell.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Of course, home! Don't you know today is the holiday?" Bell had a look of 'what kind of nonsense are you asking?'

Today is the day the Christmas holiday begins. The little wizards who are going home for Christmas will all leave today. Filch has been a caretaker at Hogwarts for many years, and he still asks such questions? Bell suspected that Filch might be suffering from senile dementia.

"But I'm not taking the train, I'm going home by myself."

"The train won't arrive until 8 o'clock. Before that, students who are leaving must gather in the Great Hall. Leaving the castle is prohibited!"

Filch spoke with a nasty tone, as he did with all the students.

Bell was curious why Filch didn't change jobs? As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind. As a mute, he still insisted on working at Hogwarts, isn't he deliberately looking for trouble for himself?

"But I'm not taking the train, I'm going home by myself."

The train was too slow. Bell, who was impatient, had no mood to waste time. He was ready to leave Hogwarts as soon as possible, so he could Apparate home.

"But that's not allowed. You must wait until 8 o'clock to leave the school!"

Filch wouldn't let Bell pass until 8 o'clock. Otherwise, he wouldn't bother getting up at 5 o'clock in the morning to guard the castle gate in the middle of winter.

Although he really wanted to take out his wand and deal with the guy who dared to block his way, Bell ultimately gritted his teeth and endured it, reluctantly returning to the Great Hall to wait until 8 o'clock to leave.

Since he couldn't leave, Bell turned his frustration into appetite and ate breakfast with clenched teeth.

"Wait for me, I'll take care of you sooner or later!"

Bell imagined the food on his plate as Filch, successfully reducing his appetite by 50%. Frightened, he quickly stopped fantasizing and ate his breakfast obediently.