days at Hogwarts

Chapter 686 He Really Should Be Split
Saturday morning.

The weather in mid-February was neither good nor bad. The howling north wind finally died down, and the chill lingering in the air gradually dissipated. The magic dome of the auditorium simulated the sky outside the castle, showing a bluish white color, without thick dark clouds and no bright sunshine.

The lawn outside was still wet and muddy, and a notice had been posted on the bulletin board long ago that the second class of the Apparition class would still be held in the auditorium.

After breakfast, the students in the teaching classes stayed in the auditorium. The heads of each college organized the students to set up the venue. The long table and benches originally used for dining had been moved to the wall. The teaching staff and professors had not arrived yet, but a space in the room had been cleared.

Students were scattered around the auditorium, standing in groups of two or three, sharing their experiences with Apparition.

"After one class, I feel like I didn't learn anything. I probably won't be able to pass the exam and get the qualification certificate."

"When is the exam?"

"It's a twelve-week course, probably at the end of May."

"Just like the final exam."

"..."

There was no school bell on weekends, so at about 9:30, the four deans and teaching staff arrived on time.

It was still the pale-skinned and thin instructor who stood in front of the open space and clapped his hands, signaling the students to line up neatly according to the standing positions in the last class, five feet apart from each other, and then counted the number of people.

In the Gryffindor student area, two empty seats were very conspicuous.

I wonder what Loren and Hermione are doing now?
As Seamus thought about this, he quietly looked ahead.

Under the gaze of the whole class, Professor McGonagall whispered something to Texcross. The pale and thin teacher showed a slightly surprised expression, then nodded, and without further questioning, he directed the two rows of students behind Gryffindor to move forward one position each to fill the two vacant seats.

“Nice to see you again, I’m your teaching student, Weekey Tekros, I hope you all remember me.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember, as long as you remember what you learned in the last class.

"In the last class, we had a basic understanding of Apparition and learned how to perform this magic. The most important thing is the 3Ds, which are goal, determination, and composure. In the past week, I believe you have gained a new understanding of Apparition. It's just that due to the special environment of the school, you can't practice...

"I won't waste any more time, let's start today's practice."

The students were stunned for a moment, watching Tekros wave his wand to summon those old-fashioned wooden circles, and then they began to move belatedly.

Dean stared at the old-fashioned wooden circle in front of him, frowning. He imagined that his body would occupy that space while carefully capturing the mysterious state of emptiness. At a moment when he thought he had a sudden inspiration, Dean suddenly turned around on the spot.

I lost my balance and almost fell. I staggered for a while before I could stand again.

Seamus looked at his friend beside him and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

In fact, students in the teaching class are generally not used to this teaching method, but after all, Susan Bones had split up in the last class, so perhaps this method is the correct way to practice.

Simo followed the others and turned around several times. Although he did not fall, he felt dizzy and still could not feel that wonderful state of emptiness. He stood there and pressed his swollen temples to relieve the dizziness, recalling the method Loren mentioned last night.

"Focus your consciousness on the space inside the wooden circle. Close your eyes. Don't let your body's vision interfere with your judgment..."

Simo stared at the old-fashioned wooden circle. He didn't know where the instructor had found it. It was probably quite old, with dust and dirt accumulated in the gaps. In the middle of the wooden circle was the floor of the auditorium, made of stone bricks with fine and messy patterns. Some of the patterns were intertwined together and vaguely resembled some kind of animal, but he couldn't tell what it looked like.

With his mind full of confusion and a feeling of dizziness that had not yet completely dissipated, Simo closed his eyes silently.

The whole world suddenly went dark, the sense of space brought by vision disappeared, and the distance began to become blurred. The voices were still nearby, and Dean seemed to be able to touch them with his hand, but his brain told him that they were five feet apart...

The wooden circle was also five feet away from him, but the wooden circle made no sound, so he only knew the approximate direction. "When the image of the wooden circle naturally emerges in your mind, it means that your soul has entered that space..."

Seamus calmed down and began to imagine that he was already in the wooden circle, with Professor McGonagall in front of him and his classmates spinning in circles behind him. There was a bluish dome above his head and a stone floor under his feet. The messy patterns on the floor formed a certain pattern, like some kind of animal.

"Like what?"

This question suddenly occurred to Simo's mind. He was immersed in his fantasy and looked down unconsciously. Some invisible consciousness had already taken action before his body, and a picture from a bird's-eye view emerged.

"So it looks like the hound's tooth..."

This thought flashed through Simo's mind, and just in front of him, the student Tekros was shouting commands, so he subconsciously drove his body to spin on the spot.

"Oh!"

Only the sound of air exploding was heard throughout the auditorium.

Everyone looked towards where the sound came from. Seamus Finnigan was standing in the wooden circle with his eyes tightly closed, looking silly.

"Mr. Finnigan, are you okay?" Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding his shoulders and checking them up and down, fearing that some part of his body was still there.

Hearing the sound, Simo opened his eyes with a dazed expression. He felt like he had just been stuffed into a narrow rubber tube, with powerful forces squeezing his body from all directions. It seemed like only a moment, and then it seemed like several minutes had passed. The squeezing feeling suddenly disappeared, and he felt relaxed all over.

Looking at Professor McGonagall staring at him, her thick black-framed glasses unable to hide her surprise, Seamus blinked:

"I...I succeeded?"

He touched his hands and feet to make sure nothing was missing, and immediately shouted excitedly: "I did it! I really did it!"

The professors and students nearby immediately came over. Tycross shook his head in amazement, "This is incredible. I've been teaching Apparition for more than ten years, and this is the first time I've seen a student who has no split body successfully move in the second class."

Professor Flitwick pulled his beard. "Merlin, that noise just now made me think you had an explosion again, Finnigan."

"..."

The little wizards below also stopped practicing and gathered together to chatter. The girls' excited voices were shrill and could be heard more clearly.

"Seamus, Seamus, he succeeded!"

"Yes, there is no split yet."

"He's really amazing. Why didn't I see that before..."

"How about we ask him for advice later?"

"..."

Harry and Ron were standing outside the crowd, listening to the girls' discussion. They looked at Seamus who was surrounded by professors, scratching his head with a complicated expression.

"How did he succeed?"

"Why don't I take the spotlight?"

Dean clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "He really should be split up!"

(End of this chapter)