Chapter 14: Levitation Charm and History of Magic

"The learning of the Levitation Charm is divided into two stages. The first stage is just to let an object float."

"The second stage is to control the floating object."

"Now we have to try to let the object float."

"The spell is on page three. Everyone follow me and chant: Wingardium Leviosa."

Following Professor Flitwick's rhythm, everyone started learning the Levitation Charm. When beginners learn, the spell is important, and the pronunciation of the spell is even more important.

Chanting the correct spell, combined with the gestures of the wand, can smoothly mobilize magic power and cast magic.

So Professor Flitwick has been emphasizing everyone's pronunciation.

The gesture of the wand is to wave from left to right, and then flick.

It is said to be a flick, but it is actually pointing the tip of the wand at the object being cast, and tapping lightly.

In front of everyone, a feather is placed. I don't know where it was plucked from, but it looks quite beautiful.

Their current casting object is this feather.

Like Ryan, a child from a pure-blood wizard family, who had similar training before, so he was quite handy with the content of this class.

Soon he completed the primary Levitation Charm.

And John also practiced the spell and gestures repeatedly according to the teaching. After he felt he had mastered it, he aimed at the feather in front of him, waved his wand, and chanted the spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

As soon as the spell was chanted, John felt a burst of energy flowing at the tip of his wand. Following his wave, the magic power left a trajectory in the air, and at the same time, it enticed the magic power in his body, releasing it with the tip of the wand, wrapping the feather in front of him.

This feeling only lasted for a moment, ending very quickly. Once grasped, the spell was half successful.

He felt his magic power wrapping the feather, just like an invisible hand grabbing the feather.

As he slowly raised his wand, the feather in front of John actually floated up slowly.

Successfully casting magic for the first time, John's mood was still very excited.

At the same time, he was also the only student who succeeded on the first attempt.

Following the left and right swinging of his wand, the feather floating in the air also floated left and right, which was a performance of reaching the second stage.

The magic power output was stable and the control was extremely strong, so it could keep wrapping the object and moving with his gestures.

This was something that even pure-blood little wizards like Ryan hadn't mastered yet.

"Oh, very good, very good. Merick student reached the passing standard on the first attempt."

"Ravenclaw +10 points."

When saying this sentence, the smile on Professor Flitwick's face couldn't be suppressed.

"Remember this flow of magic power. As you slowly become proficient, you can freely mobilize magic power, abandon the spell, and even abandon the wand to complete this magic."

"If you have anything you don't understand, you can also ask me at any time."

Professor Flitwick didn't forget to continue guiding John. This is a good seedling, and it's a seedling from their own college, so he must

The curriculum at a magic school is still somewhat different from that of an ordinary school.

For the first-year students, the initial learning is relatively relaxed.

There are only two or three classes a day, depending on the school's schedule.

They had two classes this morning; after the Charms class, it was the relatively dull History of Magic class.

For some reason, as soon as one stepped into the History of Magic classroom, a chill would strike, as if entering an air-conditioned room.

Rows of long desks, full of a sense of age, were covered in all sorts of graffiti.

At the front of the classroom, there was only a large blackboard and a podium.

Professor Bins was their History of Magic teacher, and also the only ghost professor in the entire school.

As soon as class time arrived, he would pass through the wall and suddenly appear before everyone's eyes.

There were no introductions to each other, no introduction to the subject; as soon as he entered, he said, "Open your 'History of Magic' to the first page."

Then he immediately began the lecture.

He was like a single-threaded machine incapable of interaction, lecturing to himself, so much so that John didn't keep up with the rhythm at first and had to hurriedly compare the content to find the knowledge point being discussed.

Afterward, he simply ignored questions from John and other students, continuing to lecture on the textbook content without any interactivity.

After listening for a long time, it felt like white noise telling a story, making everyone's eyelids unable to help but start fighting.

Perhaps because it was their first History of Magic class, although everyone was listening drowsily, they all held on and didn't fall asleep; occasionally, when someone chatted or fidgeted, Professor Bins ignored it entirely.

Thus, everyone tested Professor Bins's bottom line bit by bit, only to find that there was no bottom line at all.

As John listened, he always had the feeling of watching those short videos of extreme sports from his past life, accompanied by an AI-synthesized voice narrating the script of some power-fantasy novel.

It was interesting at first, but after listening for a while, he got sleepy.

It is worth mentioning that halfway through the class, they suddenly heard a sound from far outside the window, someone constantly shouting "Woo-hoo, woo-hoo."

But because the classroom here had stained-glass windows that couldn't be opened, they didn't see clearly what was happening outside.

They could only vaguely see some huge creature flying past in the sky outside.

The History of Magic class was much shorter than the Charms class; perhaps the school also knew that such a dull course was not suitable for too long a duration.

After class, John and the others could just go to lunch together.

On the way to the Great Hall, John and his group encountered Neville alone, who looked like he had just returned from outside the castle.

The key was that his school robe was now tattered, as if bitten by something, and he was full of sorrow, holding a furry book in his hands.

"Senior Neville, what happened to you?"

Seeing Neville in this state, John couldn't help but step forward to ask.

He looked as if he had gotten into a fight with someone, and was the one who got beaten.

"Oh, John, and... uh, your friends."

Neville had been looking down, thinking about things, and was interrupted by John's sudden appearance; he only responded after coming back to his senses.

"Senior Neville, what's going on with you looking like this?"

"Uh, it's nothing, don't worry, just had a little accident during class."

Hearing Neville's answer, John and the others looked at each other; what kind of accident could make him look so disheveled? Was the third-year curriculum that dangerous?

Seeming to see the curiosity of the group, Neville shared the content of his class today with them.

It was mainly the Care of Magical Creatures class they had just had; this year's new professor, Hagrid, brought an eagle-headed winged beast as the subject for today's lesson.

Everything was fine at first, and his friend Harry Potter even rode it and flew a circle in the sky.

But Harry Potter's arch-rival, after seeing Harry return safely riding the winged beast, actually walked up swaggeringly, offended the eagle-headed winged beast, and had his right hand ruined by a claw.

The person who was scratched has great influence, so everyone is worried that Uncle Hagrid will be fired because of this.

Seeing Neville tell the group the ins and outs of the matter, Ryan and the others all remembered the "Woo-hoo" sounds outside the window during the History of Magic class; it must have been Harry Potter's people making them.

Speaking of which, Ryan and Titus both know Harry Potter; after all, he is a big celebrity in the wizarding world, and their pure-blood wizard families all know him to some extent.

But after saying so much, it didn't seem to be the problem John cared about...

"So Senior Neville, what's up with these... uh, tattered school robes on you?"

"Ah? You mean this? Don't worry about it, it was bitten by this book."

Neville held up the furry book for John; there were four spider eyes growing on the cover, and the pages were even more like a monster's mouth; if it weren't for a belt locking it, it could probably jump up and bite people.

Is this thing really a book...