5 Lumus

In one room of the house, the floor was different. In this room. The floor was of light and bright wood that can reflect. There was not much furniture in this room, only wardrobes, and shelves of all kinds. On some shelves were hats women, in other women's shoes of various colors and models. In the room, there were no big windows, only a tilting Window, which was at the top of the room. To enter the room there was only one door. A door that was tightly closed.

But on top of that room, a boy was floating. The boy was lying on his stomach and his arms slightly open. He is wearing a shirt and black pants. That boy is me.

I was slowly coming down when I reached the height of the lock of the wardrobe, I looked up smiling. Upstairs, in a slanted ventilation window. A house-elf had his arms stretched out toward me. The house-elf was wearing a rag that looked like a black suit, his face was serious and very concentrated.

I thought it would be very difficult to convince this Elf-domestic to help me, but it was very easy. A few days ago, I was planning a way to put the mouse in one of my grandmother's bags. But the room she keeps the bags is always locked. I looked for several ways to enter, so outside the house I found a ventilation window tilted.

The ventilation window was too loud, and there was no way I could climb there. Then I would need outside help. It is obvious, I would not ask my grandmother for help. My great-uncle had not come to visit me for months, so I ran out of options. It was at this moment that I saw a house-elf with folded arms under the shade of a tree.

I came close to the house-elf, and with a smile on my face, I said.

"I think we started on the wrong foot" I tried to sound as honest as I could.

"What's your name?" I spoke with a smile.

The house-elf looked a little surprised. I'm not much of a talker, but your reaction was a little overdone. Containing a little of my anger I waited for him to respond.

"Magi's name is, Bond! James Bond!" The house-elf spoke with enthusiasm.

I got confused. Is his name Magi or Bond? And what a strange name that is, James Bond. And because that name seems so familiar.

Sighing, I tried to concentrate.

"What did my grandmother ask you to do?" I asked with a crooked smile.

"Sir ... Great Master Augusta sent Magi, do not let little master Neville enter the library"

"That's it?" I asked relieved.

"Great Master Augusta also commanded Magi, not to let little master kill himself. Little master Neville very stupid ... The little master can die doing simple things ... The mission of Magi is, does not let Little master Neville die. "

"I'm not stupid !!!" I screamed angrily.

"Little master Neville must not die ... Magi can not, can not let little master Neville die ..." Then he removed a silver-colored object from his waists.

When I looked at that object, my anger vanished. I do not know how, but I knew what that was. It was a Walther PPK Pistol, And it 's pointed in my head. How does he intend to stop me from dying? Killing me?

I thought quickly, and an idea came to me.

"Do not point that out at me if I'm not going to kill myself," I said as I gripped my throat dramatically.

"Magi, no ... Magi does not do that anymore, little master Neville cannot die. "The house Elf spoke desperately while hiding Walther PPK.

And that's how I figured out how to persuade him to help me. I just need to threaten to kill myself and he'll do anything.

Going back to the present, now I just have to open the wardrobe and put the mouse inside one of my grandmother's bags. I stretch my arm, but the wardrobe is far away.

"Magi, closer ..." I whispered to the house-elf.

When I think I will get close to the wardrobe, I fall fast, but I end up standing 5 centimeters off the floor. As a reflex to balance myself, I shake my arms back and forth, not to touch the ground.

"Magi ... I was talking closer to the wardrobe, not the floor," I said through gritted teeth.

"Little master Neville does not explain. Little master Neville, very stupid. "He spoke quietly, but I could still hear.

I really wanted to strangle this house-elf, but I have to focus on the mission. Now at the right distance, I was able to open the wardrobe. I opened the zipper of the bag closest to me, took a small metal cage that was on my back. I opened the cage door and shook the mouse into the bag and closed it.

Now I just have to get out of here. I closed the wardrobe and motioned for the house-elf to rise again.

As I step into the ventilation window I hear a crack, it looks like a mousetrap.

[The Hidden Mission failed ... The Rat died before finding the target]

[The Master of the Pranksters] was successfully completed. The reward will be delivered immediately]

After the robotic voice stopped, a loud hum in my right ear almost made me scream. After a few seconds, the buzzing in my ear stopped, and now I knew how to do the Lumos Spell. I just needed to wait for my next training, to test if it was real.

The next day, during training, I can finally perform my first spell. When I turned my wand and said Lumos. The tip of my wand emitted a white light.

"Ha ha ha ha ha" I started laughing wildly.

"Ouch!" A blow to my head made me stop laughing.

"Brat! When I was your age, I learned this spell only in 3 weeks. And how long did you take?" My grandmother said with a serious face.

"2 months. But I can do it, right? "I said happily. I looked into my grandmother's face but couldn't tell if my grandmother was happy or angry. His wrinkles always confused me.

"Yes, you did it. But from now on you will only train magic without a wand. "

"Why? I cast the magic. Because I can't use my wand anymore "

"Neville listen, usually young wizards just like you only use the wand after age 11"

"I just let you use your wand these two months because ..."

"Why grandma" I found my grandmother's hesitation strange.

"Because I wanted to make sure you really were a wizard." I was speechless at that moment. It's been two months since I woke up my magic, but she still didn't believe I'm a wizard.

Heck, I fall and fly out the window. If I'm not a wizard, what am I? The superman?

"I'm a wizard!" I said with determination. I know no one believes that I will be a good wizard, but I will show everyone that I will be the best wizard ever. I will heal my parents and make my grandmother proud.

But soon I get discouraged when I remember that I only learned Lumus magic because of the book.

My grandma saw that I got discouraged, ruffling my hair she speaks with a serious voice.

"Neville! When they doubt you, don't be sad. But do your best, and prove to everyone who doubts you, that they are wrong."

"Yes, Grandma" I shake my hands tightly, and my determination is renewed. "I will do my best."

Augusta seeing the face of determination in the face of his grandson, gave a cheerful smile. But when he put Neville's wand in his bag she felt her fingers were wet, she found it strange. "Did one of my perfumes spills," Augusta thought.

Augusta looked at her fingers and saw them covered in blood. Quietly she looks in her bag, and see the mousetrap she usually leaves there. Because of a joke that her late husband had made, she always left the armed trap in her purse. But now the mousetrap was unarmed, and a dead rat was beside it.

A lot of things went through your head, could it be Neville? No, he couldn't even catch a mouse, let alone enter a locked room. When Augusta looked at Neville he was sweating a lot.

"Neville," Augusta said with a frown.

"I swear it wasn't me grandma, the rat must have gotten in the bag alone"

"I didn't mention any Neville rats" The smile my grandmother made gave me chills.

A little way away, a house-elf watched everything, hidden in the shadow of a tree.

"Little Master Neville, very stupid." The Magi spoke as he wiped his ear with the Walther PPK Pistol.

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