The days at Hogwarts

"Me too, me too!"

Wherever Seamus and Dean are, there is always chatter.

Harry and Ron around them, and Loren and Hermione in the front row all showed their expectations. The spells brought by Flitwick, the professor of Charms and duelling master, would definitely not disappoint them.

In the classroom, students below the third grade gradually arrived. Even several professors came to listen. Unlike the professional club that Lockhart was playing around with, the Charms Club was a serious academic club. Professor Flitwick had the most experience, so several professors wanted to come and learn.

As the bell rang, the lights in the classroom suddenly went out. The sudden darkness caused bursts of low whispers to be heard among the little wizards in their seats.

Soon, milky white balls of light appeared on the podium, floating lightly around the classroom, floating under the ceiling, and illuminating the entire classroom again.

"It's the Illumination Spell!" Seamus suppressed his excitement and said in a low but forceful voice.

An ordinary illumination spell would only light up a ball of light at the tip of the spell, but the illumination spell before him was not only numerous in number, but could also float around without the wand, demonstrating Professor Flitwick's extraordinary attainments in magic.

Immediately afterwards, a stone embedded in the ground on the podium jumped out, and the huge stone bounced on the podium, making a loud noise.

The little wizard cried out in surprise.

Dean said, "Oh! The stones are dancing. It's a bit like our test question last year."

The dancing stone stopped and twisted itself into a pretzel, its body was stretched out and the top surface was pulled high, like a strangely shaped high stool.

"Transfiguration? Professor Flitwick doesn't seem to be very good at it." Seamus blinked, a little confused.

Hermione retorted, "It's not Transfiguration, it's a spell. Miranda Goshawk said that a spell is about adding specific properties to an object, making it do something, not turning it into something, which is Transfiguration."

There was a commotion at the back of the classroom. It turned out to be Professor Flitwick flying up from the back and slowly landing on the stone stool.

Professor Flitwick stood firm and smiled brightly at the young wizards: "My dear students and dear professors of Hogwarts, welcome to the first public event of the Charms Club! Filius Flitwick would like to express his sincere gratitude to you all!"

The sound is loud, like the sound of a huge bell.

Chapter 177 Soul and Magic

Professor Flitwick groped his way to sit down on the stone bench. His short and clumsy body formed a sharp contrast with the huge and twisted stone. A strange feeling lingered in the little wizard's heart, making him unconsciously quiet down.

Professor Flitwick's voice was a little shrill because of his goblin ancestry. "We are not gathered here today to describe the concept of spells using complicated grammar, nor do I intend to analyze the similarities and differences between the various versions of spell concepts in books."

After being blessed with [Loud Voice], Flitwick's voice could be heard in every corner of the classroom. His powerful control over spells made the voice of his speech ring in the ears of every little wizard, but it did not seem deafening or noisy.

"The origin of the spell is no longer traceable, but any wizard knows very well that its function is to change or increase the specific properties of an object or creature. The spell focuses on what an object "does" rather than what it "is", such as making a pineapple dance, making a stone twist itself into a high stool, making an object float, and making an object burn..."

Levitation spell, unlocking spell, repairing spell, fire-starting spell...

Professor Flitwick connected many of the basic spells that the first-year students learned with reality and gave easy-to-understand explanations. The vague concepts of spells in the little wizard's mind and the difficult words he memorized from books in the past were transformed into a clearer understanding of the real image.

The young wizards in the audience took some time to digest the content. Except for the first-year wizards who were still a little confused, the second-year and third-year students were talking to each other in groups of three or four, confirming their gains.

Hermione looked at Professor Flitwick with sparkling eyes, leaned slightly to the side, and said in a voice that only Loren could hear: "I thought I had mastered the concept of spells and could distinguish between Transfiguration spells and hexes. But after listening to the professor, I realized that I was judging by the definitions in the book, and did not understand the essence of spells in practice."

"Me too. After understanding the essence, I feel that many spells will be more effective if I make some adjustments when casting." Loren turned his head and blew air into Hermione's ear hole.

The crack between her ears was itchy, so Hermione couldn't help shrinking her neck, and then she hit him hard on the thigh: "Listen carefully to the professor's lecture!"

"Oh!"

The young wizards around them also gained something. Seamus and Dean were discussing, Harry and Ron were communicating. Neville seemed to understand but not quite. He didn't understand what was essential or not essential, but after listening to several examples given by the professors, he seemed to understand a little.

The insights gained also came with questions. If it were any other professor, Neville would definitely not have the courage to ask them. But this was Professor Flitwick, the Professor Flitwick whose beard Radford would jump on and smile at him.

Neville raised his hand and asked, "Teacher, I want to know how to learn spells correctly?"

Professor Flitwick looked at him softly. "Oh, that's a wonderful question! You used the right words - learn spells correctly."

Seeing Neville's face getting redder and redder, he looked up at the other young wizards and said, "In normal teaching, I will tell you about the invention, evolution, and effects of spells. Then I will explain the spell rhymes, spell gestures, and key points of casting spells, and demonstrate with you."

"But today, I want to talk about some deeper content. Maybe you can't understand it now, and it won't improve you directly. However, I believe it will be helpful to you in your long life!"

The young wizards straightened their backs a little, they knew that the following content was very important. Hermione and some young wizards from Ravenclaw even took out their notebooks, holding quills in their hands, ready to record important content at any time.

Professor Flitwick waited for a while before he began to explain: "I believe that there is a model behind every spell. The spell rhyme and casting action are only the appearance of the model. The more essential characteristics are the operation of magic power and the mobilization of the mind, or the soul."

"At the same time, we need to understand that the operation of magic power and the mobilization of the soul are not static and unchanging. The same wizard will have different states of magic power and soul at different ages. And the differences in soul and magic power between different wizards are even greater."

"Even if it is the same spell, when cast by two different wizards, the effect will be obviously different. This is because their magic operates in different systems, and their souls are even more different."

Dean got among the group and chuckled, "Professor Flitwick was talking about Seamus. No matter what spell it is, Seamus uses it differently than us."

Ron also laughed maliciously: "Haha, Seamus' soul is full of explosions."

The voice that spoke this was a little loud, and the little wizards around couldn't help but laugh. It was obvious that Seamus' deeds were widely spread.

Seamus said bitterly, "Dean! Ron! Just wait, after the event I will fill your bodies with explosions!"

"Hey hey hey."

"Ha ha……"

Professor Flitwick didn't notice the movement here and continued to express his point of view: "I believe that our magic and soul are not isolated. They exist in the same body and are connected in a way that we cannot observe. The soul acts on the magic, and the magic reacts on the soul."

"That's how the Dark Arts work on wizards!"

The little wizards widened their eyes, and a few even let out small exclamations. This kind of taboo always attracts attention and is more likely to stir up people's emotions.

Harry felt the scar on his forehead getting slightly hot. Dark magic, it reminded him of the book he had seen in the restricted section of the library during a night outing - Advanced Dark Arts.

Although he didn't know why he suddenly thought of the book, Harry silently memorized the name of "Advanced Dark Arts" in his heart.

"Yes, dark magic." Professor Flitwick nodded, his expression serious. "Some dark magic requires wizards to have negative emotions when casting spells. Anger, slander, and hatred of the target are all common emotions in dark magic. These negative emotions will affect the magic power, causing dark magic to be difficult to control and resulting in dire consequences."

"At the same time, the long-term alienated magic will in turn distort the souls of dark wizards, making them lonely, eccentric, and irritable..."

Loren listened carefully because he really practiced black magic.

Examining himself carefully, he found that the Divine Edge Shadowless Spell did not seem to have any adverse effects. He did not need to have negative emotions when casting the spell, and he would not have any psychological fluctuations after the spell was finished.

It seems that the Shadowless Spell is still too low-end and not up to the level of top-level black magic... Loren whispered to a certain half-blood prince, the inventor of the Shadowless Spell.

Snape, who was watching at the edge of the classroom, suddenly felt his nose itchy. He took a deep breath and couldn't help but sneeze lightly.

Professor Sprout, the Herbology professor, silently moved a few steps to the side. When he moved away, he looked up and saw Snape with a dark face.

Despite his inner embarrassment, Sprout said with concern, "Professor Snape, do you have a cold? Autumn is here, so you should remember to add more clothes. I have some herbs for treating colds here, I'll give you some later."

Snape said coldly with a straight face, "Thank you, but no thanks."

As a Potions professor, am I in need of a brain stimulant?

Flitwick on the stage realized that the audience was filled with young wizards in the lower grades, so he stopped talking about the Dark Arts in time and said, "Also, I think some people may have noticed that a comfortable mood makes spellcasting easier. Many people have had this experience: after a good night's sleep, every part of your body and mind exudes a pleasant smell, and any spell you practice at this time will be very smooth and easy to perform."

"That's it. Emotions belong to the soul, and magic affects spellcasting. It's hard to figure out who influences who. However, we must remember that the soul and magic are the core."

Looking at the young wizards lost in thought, Professor Flitwick smiled with satisfaction and said, "We have gone too far. We will discuss more in-depth topics after you pass the OWLs exam and take my advanced class. Let's continue by talking about how to learn spells correctly."

"The key points are in the appearances I just mentioned - the spell rhymes and casting postures. Here, I need you to abandon the correct but mediocre content in the textbooks and realize that there is no unified best rhyme and best posture for different wizards. Textbooks allow everyone to cast spells successfully, but not the best casting."

The audience suddenly exploded with an uproar. The textbooks were mediocre and correct, which sounded like heresy to many young wizards. But since it was the professor who said this, their hearts were pounding and they couldn't help but discuss it with the people around them.

Hermione was also a textbook superstitious person, and she felt a little complicated at the moment. On the notebook spread out on her lap, the words "mediocre and correct" stood out.

She glanced at Loren next to her, thoughts churning in her mind, and nodded thoughtfully.

If you think about it carefully, Loren next to you is a living example. After he learned how to cast the spell, he would constantly improve his posture and modify the pronunciation.

In the end, his spellcasting process was almost completely different from that of ordinary little wizards, and the power and effects were also much better.

Hermione originally thought that practice makes perfect, but now she thought that Loren had found the most suitable sounds and casting movements for him during the practice.

So this is the principle behind my talent for correction, Loren held his hand and looked at Professor Flitwick.

"Think about it, children. You have unique souls and unique magic. How can there be a completely consistent set of standards?" Professor Flitwick paused. "However, I do not recommend that anyone blindly modify spells and casting movements. The wizard Baruffio and the bison standing on his chest are warning everyone in the St. Gorman's Sanatorium."

"But professor, how do we choose the standard that best suits us?" a Ravenclaw girl asked.

Finally, the main topic of today was introduced. Professor Flitwick cleared his throat and said, "What you have to do now is to repeat. Repeat, repeat, and repeat again. Control the accuracy of the spell, the speed of casting, and the strength of the magic. In the process of practice, you will naturally find the method that suits you best."

"what?"

The young wizards wailed in disappointment. They came here for powerful and cool spells, but now it had turned into mechanical and monotonous spell practice.

"When I was young, I cast hundreds of Illumination spells every day, and this is the result." Professor Flitwick gestured to the ball of light on the ceiling.

The milky white ball of light swayed gently in the air, and the bright and soft light filled the classroom.

The ability to float without a wand and to release multiple balls of light at once indicated that the illumination spell was extraordinary after repeated practice.

But the little wizards were still dejected. This was not what they had imagined. It was not cool enough, nor powerful enough.

Just when everyone was in a low mood, Professor Flitwick waved his wand.

All the light balls of the illumination spell danced in the air of the classroom like fireflies at night. One ball of light flew in a straight line, leaving a beautiful trail, and several balls of light played back and forth, drawing beautiful beams of light, like a grand performance, with the balls of light being the dancing actors.

"How beautiful!" Neville murmured, staring in a daze.

Neville, Seamus, and Dean came to the activity room together. He actively took the front row seat, also wanting to learn cool spells. He wanted to stand out in front of his classmates, to impress those who looked down on him, and to learn powerful spells to make his grandmother proud.

It is hard to say whether this idea is good or bad, but he felt another kind of peace from these leaping milky white light balls.

Filius Flitwick also watched the performance of the light balls in the air, immersed in the beautiful light and shadows.

When he was young, he was always very concerned about other people's gazes because of his unusual figure. With too many mocking gazes, people would become closed and inferior, and normal gazes would also feel irritating.

For a long time, he has been pursuing great power, and even asked Ms. Grey about the whereabouts of the Crown of Wisdom. After graduation, he was still keen to participate in the duel competition to prove himself. Along the way, he finally found that the power is only external, and the inner strength is his support.

In the 20s, he returned to Hogwarts, where he found inner peace and grew stronger in peace.

It was the first public event of the Spell Club, and he certainly had countless gorgeous and cool magic to perform, but in the end he chose Illumination, hoping to pass on the inner peace to every little wizard.

These simple yet beautiful pure white lights contain the most sincere blessings from the Professor of Charms.

At the edge of the classroom, the professors gathered together, looking up to admire the beautiful scenery before them. Snape's deep pupils were filled with light, and his recent restless mind was calmed by the silent silence.

The whole classroom was silent. The little wizards watched quietly as the wonderful performance of the light ball came to an end and scattered into tiny spots of light.

"The main activity of the lower grade branch of the Spell Club will be to guide everyone to control the accuracy, speed and strength of spellcasting. Every student is welcome to join!"

Professor Flitwick bowed gracefully, and the stones under his feet slowly returned to their original shape. The professor slowly walked out from the right side of the podium.

The classroom, which had been silent for a while, suddenly burst into deafening applause...

Chapter 178 Iron Armor Curse

Nearly half of the students in the school attended Professor Flitwick's lecture, and left the classroom at the same time after the lecture, causing a visible congestion. Now the corridor outside the classroom was crowded with people.

The crowd was so crowded that Loren and Hermione decided not to leave. They leaned against the wall, watching the crowd slowly moving around and talking about what they had just gained.

Hermione held the notebook in front of her chest with both hands and said in annoyance, "This is why I learn spells quickly, but the spellcasting effect is mediocre."

She quickly shook off her annoyance, and her eyes became eager and excited. "Professor Flitwick's words made me realize that I should explore a spellcasting method that suits me, instead of sticking to what is in the book."

"It takes too much time to practice thousands of times to find a method that suits you. It's impossible to do this for every spell." Loren advised, "Choose a few spells that suit you."

"I will." Hermione raised her chin, with an eager expression on her little face.

Other young wizards who attended the lecture also had similar ideas. They chose one or several spells that best suited them, and repeated them persistently, over and over again, to explore the spellcasting method that best suits them.

Then, show off in front of other little wizards!

Gryffindor common room.

Some senior students who had not attended the lecture sat around Dean and listened to him relay what he had heard.

Percy listened to Dean's retelling of the lecture with great interest, and said with a little emotion: "If I had heard this in my second year, I would have spent all my spare time practicing spells."

Dean asked doubtfully, "Can't we start practicing now?"

Percy smiled softly and put away the magical history paper "The Significant Impact of the Goblin Rebellion on the Basic Monetary System" that he had just completed in the afternoon. It was a ten-inch piece of parchment and a five-inch appendix. This was just part of his many homework assignments.

In Percy's opinion, if he wanted to enter the Ministry of Magic, be valued by his superiors, and have a bright future, he needed to obtain as many NEWTs examination certificates as possible.

"When you get to senior year, you'll realize that it's not just spells that you need to be busy with." Percy had a smile on his face that he thought was very meaningful.

George laughed and teased, "And study 'How Prefects Got Their Power'."

Fred added: "And date girls!"

Percy's face was filled with black lines, and then quickly turned into anger. He stretched out his hands to teach the two rude brothers a lesson. The twin brothers yelled and ran away.

Loren and Hermione crawled in from the entrance of the lounge, discussing which spells to focus on. As soon as they entered the room, they saw the young wizards sitting together in groups of three or five, also discussing the choice of spells.

"Illumination spell! I also want the light group to perform a musical. Professor Flitwick's performance today was so beautiful!" The speaker was a first-grade little witch.

"Me too, me too!" the little witch next to her agreed.