People did not doubt George's statement much; in their eyes, black witches are naturally a group of individuals lacking brainpower, and it is understandable for them to do anything absurd.
Only Hermione looked thoughtful as she gazed at George, for she had witnessed his magical abilities firsthand in Paris.
"George, I've heard you were awarded the Bravery Medallion by the French Ministry of Magic?"
On the way out of Knockturn Alley, Ginny asked brightly.
The others also gathered interestedly, as they had all seen the report in the Prophet Daily and had heard some mention of it from Hermione before coming this morning.
They were eager to hear how George defeated the internationally wanted famous Dark Wizard.
" Luck, luck, mostly the credit goes to the aurors over there; I just helped with a trivial little bit."
George modestly waved his hand.
"I heard Hermione say you single-handedly took down several dark wizards and saved her as well."
The others clearly didn't believe that George had only helped with a trivial little bit, and they began to question him further.
George, with no choice but to comply, gave a rough account of the battle process, including the timing and spells used, how to dodge during combat, how to counterattack and so on.
Harry and the others listened in astonishment.
They were still at the stage of a magical duel where one spells after another were cast, with little practical experience in real combat.
They walked and chatted, quickly leaving the dark Knockturn Alley and returning to the lively Diagon Alley.
"Let's go buy some books first!"
Brooms are not something that everyone needs to buy, unlike cauldrons, which you only need to buy once and then it's yours until it breaks.
At the Leaky Cauldron bookshop, they were astonished to find that several shelves had disappeared, replaced by a large iron cage with over one hundred strange magical books inside.
The books seemed to have a life of their own, struggling within the iron cage, which looked quite intriguing.
"It's the textbook for the Magical Creatures class, called 'The Book of Monsters of Monsters'!"
Ron took out the list and said.
The Protection of Magical Creatures class is only offered in third grade, so George doesn't need to buy it this year. However, he has always been interested in magical creatures, so he plans to buy a copy to read casually.
For him now, understanding magical creatures no longer meant making money, but more about understanding the innate magic they were born with.
The principles of magic are interconnected, and many magical inventions in the wizarding world could not have been developed without magical creatures. Many new spells are also inspired by the magic of magical creatures and created through their study.
Therefore, studying magical creatures can be very beneficial for the study and innovation of magic.
For example, if he learned the magic of zhu wu that ignores spatial restrictions, he wouldn't have to worry about being trapped in space by other spatial wizards in the future, which would prevent him from using the spell Apparate.
"What, you want four copies of 'The Book of Monsters of Monsters'?"
The shopkeeper heard what George and the others said, and his face immediately fell, as if he was about to break.
"I'm never going to order any of this again, never! What a mess!"
Last time, we bought two hundred copies of 'The Disapparating Book of Invisibility,' and spent a lot of money on it, but ended up not finding a single shadow.
I thought there couldn't be anything worse than that!
"I'm not ordering these books anymore if anything like this happens next time."
Muttering complaints under his breath, he put on a thick pair of gloves and, holding a thick stick that was chewed through with teeth marks, he gritted his teeth and walked towards the large iron cage.
"Ah, oh, damn it, I should have used the Flame Charm of Dark Wizards to burn all of you guys!"
Poor shopkeeper, just as he was extending the stick into the cage and had not even begun to drive them away, he was pulled away by a book of monsters biting him, and his other hand's glove was also tightly bitten by several books of monsters, and it was impossible to escape.
"I'll do it myself."
George saw this and shook his head, walking over to the iron cage.
The designers of these magical books must not have thought much, did they not fear that these monster books might accidentally bite young wizards?
But after thinking it over, he also thought it could be understandable. After all, young wizards are usually very tough, and even if they lose an arm or a leg, it can be reattached. Getting bitten by a monster book might not seem like a big deal either.
"Be careful, these books are quite fierce!"
The shopkeeper's gloves were completely bitten apart, and he sat on the ground with his ass down.
When the shopkeeper saw George reaching his hand into the cage, he hurried to warn him. But just as his words fell, George grabbed a monster book with lightning speed and quickly wrapped a rope tightly around it.
Then came the second, third, and fourth.
The whole process was silky smooth, as if the monster books had not resisted at all.
The shopkeeper and Harry and the others watched in some astonishment.
In fact, it was quite normal. George's physical strength at present made it impossible for the monster books to bite him, and once he grabbed them, they could not resist the huge force in his hands.
"George, please help. All your books are discounted 80% today!"
As George and the others were about to leave after buying the books, the shopkeeper grabbed George's arm with a desperate look in his eyes.
He didn't want to get bitten by the monster books again, even though it wasn't a big deal, but it really hurt.
Remember yesterday when we accidentally took the books, the little brother was bitten by a monster book, so painful that he almost died on the spot.
"It's all due to old friends, of course."
George didn't refuse the shopkeeper's request, as it was just something he could do easily.
Walking back to the cage, he didn't reach his hand into the cage to grab it again, but directly lifted the lid and went in.
When they saw someone entering the cage, all the monster books surged towards him.
At this moment, George's hands traced out trail after trail of shadows, as if he had instantly become the thousand-armed Bodhisattva of Oboes, picking up one monster book after another and tying them tightly with ropes, stacking them to the side.
In just thirty seconds, over a hundred monster books were all subdued.
"Why is he always so excellent?"
Ron couldn't help but exclaim.
In his eyes, there seemed to be no shortcomings in George, and he was outstanding in every aspect.
"If I had been this excellent, that would be great."
A glimmer of envy appeared in Harry's eyes.
Although he is the boy who survived the greatest disaster, the famous Harry Potter, actually he feels that apart from being good at Quidditch, he is quite average in other aspects.
"Because he works hard, if you guys used the time you usually spend playing to learn, you wouldn't have to copy my summer homework."
Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes.
The two of them are always just playing around; the time they spend studying isn't even a tenth of George's.
When she was in Paris, she often visited George, and knew that even during the summer, in Paris, George never slacked off in his studies.
Almost 24 hours a day, except for sleeping, eating, and using the bathroom, he was basically studying and practicing magic.
This was something she admired deeply from the bottom of her heart.
Having talent is not scary. What's truly terrifying is someone who has talent far superior to yours, but also puts in much more effort.
Because you'll never be able to catch up with him.
