Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 14: Charms

Magic is a power that is almost like "wishes come true", and Transfiguration is the most typical manifestation of it.

Many students seemed to think that the reason why the transformation failed was because they didn't recite the spell clearly or accurately enough, or waved their wands decisively enough, so they tried in various ways. But when Professor McGonagall turned the table into a pig just now, there was no special movement or spell at all. She just lightly touched the wand and the table was transformed.

Vader raised his wand and pointed it at the match.

In the mind – clear images;

Strong faith;
And unwavering confidence.

If the concept of "needle" in the brain is vague, or if you are thinking in your mind - "This is really difficult", "Can magic do this?", "I can't do it", "I will definitely fail at the beginning..." With such thoughts, it will be difficult for the spell to succeed.

The wand is like a guide of the magic power in the wizard's body, making the magic power more obedient and peaceful; while spells, gestures or magic rituals are more like means to strengthen beliefs and are the wizard's self-hypnosis.

A skilled wizard can make the world change according to his will without any unnecessary work.

"Very good, Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall suddenly praised: "It's a very obvious change. One point for Gryffindor."

The students around couldn't help but stretch their heads to look, and saw that the match in front of Hermione not only became very pointed at one end, but also its color was a bit close to silver-white, looking a bit like a needle.

The brown-haired girl's eyes sparkled as she tried hard not to show her excitement.

Professor McGonagall said, "Miss Granger, perhaps you would be willing to demonstrate the Transfiguration process again? In view of the fact that..."

Before Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she heard a burst of exclamations from the students on the other side.

Wade's matches suddenly became slender and sharp, with tiny holes at the tail and a metallic luster on the surface.

Professor McGonagall walked over quickly, used her wand to levitate the needle and carefully examined it, with a pleased and satisfied smile on her face: "Perfect Transfiguration, three points for Ravenclaw!"

She put the needle back to its original shape and asked the young wizards to gather around to watch Wade's demonstration. Under everyone's gaze, Wade whispered the spell and lightly tapped his wand -

The match quickly lengthened and changed color, and in a flash, a slender silver needle appeared on the table.

Everyone exclaimed "Wow" in unison.

Wade raised his eyes, glanced at Hermione, who had a reluctant look on her face, and met a pair of emerald green eyes again.

The boy with messy black hair smiled friendly, his eyes full of surprise and admiration, while the red-haired, freckled boy next to him had a silly expression on his face.

"They say Ravenclaw is the smartest." After class, Wade heard the red-haired Ron say to Harry, "I understand a little bit now."

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After Transfiguration, the next class was Charms, and there was only ten minutes to change classrooms. After Professor McGonagall assigned homework, a group of people all headed towards the Charms classroom - the Charms class was still taught by Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

"Vade." Hermione ignored the division of the colleges and sat directly next to Vade. She asked, "Do you have any other plans after class?" Vade said, "I'm going to the practice room."

"That's good." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I plan to go there and continue practicing Transfiguration. How did you succeed so quickly? Do you have any tips?"

"As for tips, you have to believe that you can do it. This is the most important thing—"

Before Weider could finish his words, Professor Flitwick walked in.

Professor Filius Flitwick, the Charms professor, is the head of Ravenclaw College. He is only one meter tall, about the same height as a three or four-year-old child, but has long white hair and a furry white beard. In order to teach these students who are taller than him when sitting down, Professor Flitwick's podium is filled with thick books, forming a staircase, and he climbs to the top of the staircase.

Some of the students couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, well, children," said Professor Flitwick, holding his short wand in his tiny hands. "Perhaps some of you are wondering why we have to have this tiny teacher teaching us?"

Many students laughed at the professor's self-deprecating words, and it seemed that the professor didn't mind people joking with him.

"—or, what can he teach me?"

Professor Flitwick said, waving his wand, and a flock of birds flew out from the tip of his wand, flying around the students' heads. He tapped his wand again, and two books grew arms and legs as thin as bamboo branches, floating in the air and dancing.

The students applauded and were convinced. Although it was only two minutes, they had already liked this short professor - he was not as timid as Quirrell, nor as boring as Professor Binns, nor as strict and intimidating as Professor McGonagall or Professor Snape. The Ravenclaws couldn't help but think proudly - our dean must be the best professor in Hogwarts!

"Thank you! Thank you for your applause." Professor Flitwick said softly, "I think Charms is the most interesting course. A wizard who can't cast spells cannot be called a wizard. Of course, before class starts, I have to call the roll and get to know my lovely students -"

Professor Flitwick was calling the roll, and things were going well until -

"Harry Potter!"

Before he could get an answer, the professor let out a scream and fell off the pile of books with a thud.

The students were stunned and looked at each other, many of them looked at the black-haired boy. Harry Potter raised his right hand awkwardly and said hesitantly to the empty pile of books: "I'm - Professor."

There was another little scream from behind the pile of books, and after a long moment Professor Flitwick, with a scraggly beard, crawled out, muttering, "Oh, of course - of course you were in my classroom too - of course, I should have known -"

The old professor stroked his beard, gave himself a [clean-up], looked at Harry Potter excitedly, and said, "Nice to see you, kid."

Harry nodded and smiled shyly.

Wade didn't know whether Professor Flitwick saw the shadow of someone in Harry Potter. He was silent for a moment before continuing to call the roll.

The first spell class, of course, also started with theory. We only learned the simplest spell, [Lumos]. This kind of spell can be learned by practicing it twice at home before school starts. Therefore, by the end of the get out of class, everyone has successfully mastered it. Professor Flitwick generously gave both colleges similar marks. He didn't leave much homework, only three inches, which was basically a review of the key points covered in class. If Wade was a little lazy and handed in his notes in class, it would probably be about the same.

(End of this chapter)