Chapter 212: Testing a Theory on Lighting the Sixth Star
Those looks from the upper years. Those glances from the younger ones. He knew them too well.
Longing... calculation... the hesitation of someone who wanted to approach but didn't dare.
He knew what came next.
He'd just helped Rosalie produce a complete Protego, and that was the kind of thing that made people hungry.
Protego wasn't simple. Under normal circumstances, casting a fully formed Shield Charm before adulthood, one actually useful in a real fight, was considered impressive.
And he'd gotten a first-year, fresh off the train, to do it in front of everyone. The effect was too visceral to ignore.
The younger students would think: Could he do that for me too?
The older ones would think: How did he do it? Could he teach me?
And those with agendas of their own would think: Can I use this as an opening?