great-warnovel Chapter 15 Spells Lesson
Chapter 15 Spells Lesson
The next day, when the Gryffindor freshmen met again, the three of them were startled by each other's dark circles under their eyes.
"You two also stayed up all night reading?" Hermione looked at the two boys with suspicion; it didn't seem like something they could do.
"You're working way too hard!" Ron complained first. Harry, whose preschool education was beyond the curriculum, was one thing, but Hermione, who had already surpassed most people, was still unusually lazy.
Harry glanced at the others, then leaned closer and whispered, "We're going for a night stroll!"
"He's been locked up all night and still has the energy to go for a night stroll?" Hermione exclaimed in amazement at the young male wizard's boundless energy.
"Going to class is going to class, but going out at night is a different kind of energy bar," Ron said proudly.
The excitement in the two boys' eyes couldn't be hidden even by their dark circles.
"Youth~" Hermione exclaimed. This must be what youth is all about.
"But aren't there professors patrolling at night? How did you manage to evade them?" To be honest, first-year students are not much different from Muggles, and with their clumsy hands, Hermione was afraid they would get their hands on the knights' armor by the wall and smash it to pieces at night.
Harry gave him a look, and Ron immediately understood. He subtly blocked the view of the others in the common room with his body, and the three of them hid in a corner.
Harry quietly pulled a flowing cloth from his pocket: "Invisibility Cloak."
Ron said enviously, "It's a Potter family heirloom. Unlike ordinary cloaks that become ineffective after a few years, this one has been passed down for hundreds of years and can still make you invisible."
Harry whispered, "Dad wanted me to bring it to school, but Mom disagreed. She knew Dad had done a lot of bad things with it, so Dad secretly gave me the real cloak and got himself a regular one."
"If Professor Potter catches you, you and your father will be turned into potions," Hermione said confidently.
"So we absolutely can't let her find out!" Harry declared resolutely, showing no sign of giving up on his nighttime outing.
"Do you want to come tonight too? The cloak is huge, even if four people come in, it won't be a problem." Adventurer Harry used his Charm on the witch, but failed the Charm check, and Hermione remained unmoved.
"I'm not interested in kicking metal cans in the hallway in the middle of the night."
Ron tried to convince Hermione: "You know, Hogwarts has many secret passages and secret rooms, and maybe even treasure!"
"I don't want to be the stuff in Professor Potter's crucible."
"If you get arrested with us, maybe only we'll become the materials. My mom likes you so much, at most she'll let you help stir us up."
"I still have a lot of textbooks to finish reading," Hermione said unmoved. "Of course, I won't tell the professor about your night outing."
"Alright." Seeing that it was difficult to persuade Hermione, the two had no choice but to give up. They had originally planned that with the intelligent Hermione joining them, their safety would be greatly improved.
"Wait a minute." Hermione suddenly changed her mind.
"After I finish reading the textbook, maybe I won't be unable to go on a night stroll with you guys."
"??" The two were puzzled, wondering why they had changed their minds so quickly.
"Well, I finished reading 'Standard Spells - Beginner' last night," Hermione said. At her reading speed, these few meager textbooks probably wouldn't last her several nights, and she'd heard that young wizards weren't allowed in the library's restricted section...
As for how to get these two adventurous little lions to willingly go to the library with her—just say there's treasure in the restricted section.
"My God, you only took one night!" Ron clutched his head and almost screamed.
"I've been studying for half a year!" Harry looked devastated. "I thought I could dominate the entire first grade!" This was his biggest motivation for patiently receiving preschool education at home.
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The two were deeply shocked and ate breakfast absentmindedly. They only recovered when they arrived at the Charms classroom.
Professor Flitwick, who teaches Charms, is a half-elf, but a good elf. Perhaps from an elf's perspective, he is a villain, but he is incredibly kind to the young wizards. He is also the head of Ravenclaw and the leader of the brilliant minds.
Because they were far apart, Hermione hadn't noticed before. It wasn't until she arrived in class and saw Professor Flitwick standing atop a tall stack of books that she realized this professor, who was only a little over a meter tall, had a completely metal left arm. The cold, hard steel style continued down to below his neck, and although it was covered by his collar, it was still visible when he moved.
The mechanical arm looked very similar to Hermione's staff, both having the unique luster of goblin metal, suggesting it was made by goblins. Although it was filled with Muggle-style technology, it moved with exceptional agility, and no gears or other noises could be heard, just like a real arm.
"I heard that Professor Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young. He then traveled the world alone until he was ambushed by a cult of dark wizards and goblins, losing an arm. Only then did he join Hogwarts as a teacher," Harry whispered.
"His living silver prosthetic arm is a very sophisticated alchemical creation, incorporating Muggle technology, goblin magic, and wizarding magic. It's said to be even better than the original," Ron said. "His wand is embedded in that arm, and it can be ejected when needed. Isn't that really cool?"
Hermione also examined the prosthetic arm with great interest, wondering in her mind which one was better to use, the one used by Valkyrie Malenia.
Flitwick clapped his hands, silently releasing a spell to amplify his voice: "Alright, children, forget about my metal arm for now. This will be your first lesson in spells."
"I presume you've already learned the basics of casting spells with the hand that isn't holding a wand in your Transfiguration class?" He gestured with his own flesh and blood hand.
"I hope you understand that this interesting technique is very valuable and will be one of our key focuses this semester." He slightly raised his metallic hand, and several lines of writing quickly appeared on the blackboard.
"According to the curriculum, you need to master basic silent spellcasting skills by the time you graduate from 7th grade. The Unseen Stretch Charm, Apparition, and Ironclad Charm are compulsory subjects. Of course, if you can master Wandless Spellcasting and Reflection Charm, I can exempt you from the exam for this subject." As he said this, Professor Flitwick glanced at Hermione without leaving a trace. He knew that this little girl had reflected the Killing Curse.
"By the end of your third year, everyone must have mastered the Patronus Charm, Confusion Charm, and Disillusion Charm. This is your guarantee for going on your adventures."
"And this year, your focus will be on mastering hand gestures while holding a staff, as well as the twenty basic spells." When Flitwick said this, all the young wizards began to wail.
Given Hermione's outstanding performance in Potions class, everyone had more or less read the textbook in advance. They knew what twenty spells meant. You see, even Harry, a wizarding child who was ahead of his time, had only learned a few trick-level hand gesture spells before. And now, they had to learn twenty in a year! Excluding exams and holidays, they basically had to learn one spell every two classes. This was a huge pressure for most young wizards, since they didn't just have spells as a subject; other professors also assigned a huge amount of homework.
Only Hermione remained unmoved, even thinking that learning only twenty in a year was far too few.