Shortly after Lovell hid in the desk hole, Professor Flitwick began to lecture.
But unlike Lovell's imagined magic class, Flitwick's class was a little boring, and it was confused. Finally, just when it was about to fall asleep, Professor Flitwick finally spoke.
Now comes the practical part.
"Students, we have learned many novel and useful spells in the past half semester, but everything will be fine once you learn the spells. You still need to practice continuously. Before Halloween, we learned the levitating spell. In this lesson We will review this spell, and the little wizard who cannot make the feathers on his desk levitate before the end of get out of class will need to write an extra paper on the levitating spell and the key points of its casting, which should be written a foot long." Professor Flitwick said sharply. He said angrily, and waved his wand at the same time, and every little wizard had an extra feather in front of him.
The wolf cub didn't wake up until this moment. It pricked up its ears and stuck its head out of the hole in the table.
Levitation spell? It has an impression! Dumbledore used this spell to "capture" it before. If I could learn this spell, wouldn't I be able to take revenge? It could already imagine that Dumbledore was being controlled by it everywhere in the office.
A floating picture.
"Shh! It's not the time yet." Fred thought Lovell couldn't wait any longer, but now was obviously not the time to let Lovell out, so he pushed the furry little wolf's head back with his backhand.
After pushing it, Fred smashed his mouth: Not to mention, it felt pretty good! The fur was softer than the best material he had ever seen, and it felt soft and delicate, making him unable to put it down.
Professor Flitwick, who was standing on a pile of books, did not see the little movement in the corner of the classroom. He continued to teach: "...Okay, let's start practicing now!"
The little wizards in the classroom drew out their wands one after another, and then the sounds of chanting curses came and went. The classroom was filled with the sound of "Yingadim Leviosa".
At this time, Fred dared to let Lovell come out.
Casting a spell is something that requires a lot of concentration, especially for first-year students like Fred. Even if they try their best, they may not be able to make the feathers on the table float. How can they still have the energy to look around and observe other people?
What's under the table?
Therefore, Lovell could squat on George's lap and watch Fred cast spells openly.
With the audience in hand, Fred also started to grasp it. He cleared his throat and said: "The levitating spell has the following key points. You need to wave your wrist and recite the spell clearly - Yugardim Leviosa
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As the spell was uttered, the feather in front of Fred's eyes also floated lightly, rising into the air one foot above his head.
"Hehe, isn't it good?" He winked at Angelina.
To be fair, although Fred likes to play pranks and is very naughty, his talent is quite good. At present, less than half of the people in the classroom have successfully cast the levitating spell. The anxious Professor Flitwick jumped up and down, repeating the levitating spell loudly.
essentials.
"Speaking of which, why didn't Professor Dumbledore need to shout 'Wingardium Leviosa' before using the levitating spell?" Lovell looked at Fred, George and Angelina taking turns casting spells to make feathers
It floated, and my heart was filled with confusion: when Dumbledore used the levitating spell on it before, he had never recited the spell.
If the bad old man chanted a spell loudly like Fred did, Lovell was confident that he could dodge it. The time it took him to chant the spell would be enough for him to run around Fred three times.
"Have you ever seen Professor Dumbledore cast a levitating spell?" The three young wizards around him became energetic after hearing Lovell talk about Professor Dumbledore.
That was Albus Dumbledore! They were curious about all the news related to him.
Lovell's expression was a little complicated. It had indeed seen Dumbledore cast the levitating spell, and the target of the spell was still himself, but no matter what, it had indeed seen it.
The wolf cub nodded.
"How did he do it?" Angelina didn't notice Lovell's embarrassment at all, and she showed an inquiring attitude.
"Just like that, swoosh! All of a sudden, the cursed object floated up!" Lovell stretched out his little paw, trying to recreate the scene at that time.
"Whoa?" Angelina obviously couldn't understand what Lovell was talking about.
"It should be silent casting, or even wandless casting." Fred stood aside and guessed based on Lovell's movements, "Lovell, did Dumbledore have a wand in his hand at that time?"
"Yes, but he didn't recite the curse!" Lovell remembered very clearly what happened in those days.
"That's silent casting. Some skilled wizards don't need to recite spells to cast magic. Alas, I really don't know when we can do it..." Fred said with a hint of envy.
Casting spells silently and without a wand is probably something that most wizards will never be able to do in their lifetime, but for wizards at Dumbledore's level, it is as easy as drinking water.
"Okay." Lovell also understood the greatness of Dumbledore, but so what, no matter how powerful the bad old man was, he would be levitated by his levitating spell in the future.
After secretly making up his mind, Lovell came up with the idea of the feather on Fred's table.
"You want to try it?" George noticed Lovell's change and couldn't help but feel amused: You little wolf cub doesn't even have a wand, how can you cast a levitating spell?
"Wingardim Leviosa!" Lovell followed the example of the others and recited a spell to the feather, but it didn't have a wand and could only use its claws to make random gestures.
"Pfft!" Seeing Lovell waving his claws, the three of them couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
Lovell:…
Damn it! I must let the feathers fly so that you little wizards can see how powerful this wolf is!
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
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In the corner of the classroom, a small silver ball repeated the spell over and over again, but the feather was too lazy to move.
Lovell and Fred were so engrossed that they forgot the existence of one person, and that was Professor Flitwick.
As the professor, Flitwick has the obligation to patrol the class and give advice and guidance to all students. He has already finished giving advice to other students, and now it is the turn of Fred and the others who have been huddled in the corner.
When he was near the end of the classroom, he heard the sound of a spell being recited, but judging from Feather's reaction, these children failed.
Flitwick sighed.
But when he got closer, he saw a silver wolf cub standing on a stool, gesticulating with the feathers not far away. It looked so cute.
Flitwick almost laughed out loud: Although I don't know why the little wolf cub can talk, just repeating the spell can't make the feathers float!
At this moment, Lovell recited the spell again. This time, it severely mobilized the magic power in his body——
Then a warm current passed through the tip of its talons: the feather trembled slightly.
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The second update is for you, good night everyone, go to bed early and develop a healthy body.
Number of words in this chapter: 2202
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