Chapter 98: Finite Incantatem

Transfiguration, Finite Incantatem, Disillusionment Charm.

They were the combat spell set Wizard Sean had designed for himself, providing offense, defense, and concealment respectively.

Bringing the latter two spells to [Expert] level to enhance his combat ability and unlock the spell mastery title [Skilled] was one of Wizard Sean’s most important current tasks.

After all, after Standard Spellwork: Level Four, the difficulty of spell learning rises sharply.

Wizard Sean needed to prepare for future spell study.

“An excellent choice,”

Professor Flitwick smiled and had Wizard Sean open Standard Spellwork: Level Four, which contained the full incantation and wand movement for Finite Incantatem.

“Finite Incantatem is a fundamental counter-charm in the magical system, highly effective at dispelling low-level curses and control spells—

Cast a spell, Mr. Green.”

Wizard Sean silently cast Aqua Eructo and recorded the counter-charm’s wording.

Wizard Sean knew some Dark Arts had specific counter-charms, such as Professor Snape’s Sectumsempra.

But clearly, some counter-charms could neutralize most Dark Arts—Finite Incantatem among them.

It was the counter-charm for many toxic and curses.

Interesting—he had always thought of it as a defensive spell, but upon reflection, its magical principle wasn’t to shield the caster, but to dismantle the opponent’s spell.

“Finite Incantatem.”

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the water vanished completely.

“Oh—did you feel it, Mr. Green?”

Professor Flitwick crossed his hands and placed Standard Spellwork: Level Four slowly onto the slightly worn desk, asking.

“My magic was blocked, Professor.”

Wizard Sean sensed the magic flowing from his wand tip had been obstructed—naturally, his spell was undone.

“Excellent! Keen perception!”

Professor Flitwick paced excitedly in place,

“Try it—end it, unravel it—remember, Mr. Green…”

“Finite Incantatem!”

Wizard Sean mimicked the professor’s gesture, imagining he was ending the opponent’s spell, and sharply thrust his wand downward.

[You practiced Finite Incantatem at beginner level. Proficiency +3.]

The Aqua Eructo spell the professor had just cast vanished instantly.

“Remarkable progress!”

…

In the classroom.

Hermione had been reading Introduction to Ancient Runes for five days; she naturally found such mysterious, powerful script fascinating and had borrowed even more books from the library.

Jia Jia Siting was naturally acting as Wizard Sean’s sparring partner, since Wizard Sean couldn’t cast Finite Incantatem at thin air.

[You practiced Finite Incantatem at beginner level. Proficiency +3.]

[You practiced Finite Incantatem at beginner level. Proficiency +3.]

This practice continued until Wizard Sean unlocked Finite Incantatem.

The remaining time was spent guiding an excited little Hufflepuff.

After all, Neville had been sending feathers flying everywhere; Jia Jia Siting planned to learn this spell so Neville wouldn’t fear using wooden boards for practice—Neville always worried he’d lose control and hit someone.

But what Wizard Sean hadn’t expected was that his newly learned Finite Incantatem would soon face a real test.

…

After entering October, the weather grew colder.

The mountains surrounding the school turned gray, occasionally dusted with thin ice, and the Black Lake began to freeze.

Young witches and wizards now wore gloves and scarves, spending most of their time chatting, doing homework, or playing games before the fireplace.

Friday afternoon,

Charms classroom.

Since there was no fireplace, it felt bitterly cold, especially with Professor Flitwick’s new lesson on Aqua Eructo,

everyone proceeded cautiously, afraid the water might splash and soak them.

Professor Flitwick demonstrated the wand movement again—fluid, as if tracing a winding brook through the air.

“Wrist must be supple, not stiff. The incantation is ‘Aqua Eructo’—say it like a spring’s chime, not like smashing stones…”

Soon, whispers and the swish of wands filled the classroom.

Jia Jia Siting carefully waved his wand; a thin stream of water emerged—weak, but correctly directed—relieving him.

He turned back,

Wizard Sean had shaped the water into an arch, then flicked his wand and spoke the incantation—the water vanished before it could fall.

“Oh—that’s incredible.”

Jia Jia Siting murmured, a proud smile on his face.

“Excellent, Mr. Green! Two points to Ravenclaw!”

Professor Flitwick walked over, nodding approvingly at Wizard Sean,

“And good progress too, Hufflepuff—one point to Fennelly.”

Jia Jia Siting’s smile grew warmer.

Among the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, a splash of orange-red stood out sharply.

Seamus Finnigan, due to his repeated explosions, had been given extra practice by Professor Flitwick—an additional lesson and close attention.

Like Wizard Sean, the professor devoted immense focus to him—his gaze shifted constantly between Wizard Sean and Seamus throughout the entire lesson.

Seamus frowned, his face set with concentration and determination.

He reminded himself he couldn’t fail again—even if he failed, he mustn’t cause an explosion…

So he firmly recalled Professor Flitwick’s words: “power” and “flow”—he vowed to succeed at least once.

He gripped his wand tightly, as if it weren’t a wand but a wild horse’s reins needing to be tamed.

“Aqua Eructo!”

Seamus shouted, swinging his wand forward with all his strength.

But things didn’t go as planned.

No clear spring, not even a single splash.

Instead, a deafening explosion—like a water-filled balloon bursting under extreme pressure.

A thick, wildly uncontrolled geyser—more like an invisible water buffalo charging forth—spewed from Seamus’s wand tip.

Professor Flitwick had his back turned; by the time he noticed, the freezing water surged straight at him.

But behind the water, a pair of emerald eyes glinted:

“Finite Incantatem!”

A fleeting flash of light surged from Wizard Sean’s wand—the water in midair slowed, then dissolved as if meeting invisible resistance.

[You practiced Finite Incantatem at skilled level. Proficiency +10.]

Wizard Sean retracted his wand; Professor Flitwick trembled with rage:

“Three points from Gryffindor!”

Though the professor calmed down seconds later, he still punished Seamus with one hundred repetitions:

[I am a wizard, not a baboon waving his wand wildly.]

Lu Kewen is done; two more chapters will be posted this weekend.

That means six chapters per day this weekend.

Sorry^