"What was the point of the weighing?" Cedric asked Hermione as they studied. "The spells were pointless; it would've been better if he tested offensive spells."

She crinkled her forehead as she wrote.

"They were all good indicators of power," she answered absentmindedly.

"What good was the wine fountain?"

She looked at him over her parchment.

"It's advanced summoning. Olivander had to summon wine from a location likely over 300 miles away."

"I guess that's impressive," Cedric mused. "How about smoke rings?"

"That one is actually closer to the offensive magic you were looking for. You could use smoke rings for communication or as cover during battle."

"You can't tell me that a bouquet of flowers is offensive."

She snorted.

"Only if your enemy is allergic to pollen. It is conjuration though, which is NEWTs material."

"Fine," Cedric grumbled. "But what good are birds?"

"Can I show you later?"

The next afternoon while in the courtyard, Hermione was called a mudblood yet again. She smiled at Cedric, flicked her wand, and muttered, "Oppugno!"

Her enemies never stood a chance against the massive flock of terrorist birds.

Cedric stared at her in wide-eyed disbelief. She could do that? He didn't know whether to be impressed or afraid.

She smirked, curly hair billowing in the wind, and dusted off her hands.

"That is what good birds are."