Chapter 30

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As Professor Flitwick said, the lighting spell is a very basic spell. 

After learning the spells and gestures, along with some tips from Flitwick, the young wizards quickly got the hang of it. The classroom was dotted with little stars, flickering on and off. To make the light more noticeable, the professor closed the curtains.

A bright light appeared at the tip of Wayne's wand. It had moderate brightness and was stable, unlike the other young wizards' lights which flickered on and off. 

"Very good, Mr. Lawrence. Two points for Hufflepuff," Professor Flitwick said, praising him. 

Wayne did not show much excitement. After all, the lighting spell is simple and can be mastered with a little practice. Flitwick added two points to encourage Wayne because he saw that Wayne's light was big, round, and durable.

Hermione glanced sideways, raised her head, and recited the spell coldly. The tip of her wand lit up, but it was too bright and dazzling. When she tried to lower the brightness, the spell dissipated because she lacked magic control.

Wayne accidentally laughed out loud because he found it funny.

"Why are you laughing? You're not better than me," Hermione said angrily and cast the lighting spell again. This time, her wand only lit up once and then stopped responding.

"You need a calm mind to achieve a stable light," Wayne pointed out. "So, Miss Granger, can you tell me how I made you angry?"

Hermione said sourly, "No matter what I do, go and find your senior Ravenclaw."

Wayne was puzzled. First of all, even if he and Qiu exchanged a few words, only Hermione seemed to notice. Secondly, the tone of Hermione's voice had an odd implication. 

"No..." Hermione realized her tone was off and quickly explained, "You tried to cheat me out of money when we first met, but you treated that Ravenclaw..."

"What are you talking about?" Wayne looked around and saw that Professor Flitwick had walked away. Feeling relieved, he said, "Did I cheat you out of money? I was doing a good deed."

"Knowledge is priceless. You only spent two Sickles and read books for a week. Was it worth it or not?" Wayne asked.

"It was worth it," Hermione nodded subconsciously. But something still felt wrong to her.

"Alright then. Because you love learning so much, I gave you the book reluctantly. I guarantee that if Qiu asked to borrow a book, I wouldn't give it to her."

Hermione unconsciously smiled, not noticing that Wayne had started calling Qiu by her first name.

Throughout the class, the young wizards practiced magic. Toby came over, looking distressed.

"Wayne, is there any way to stabilize the light? It's like a police car's light, and it's almost blinding me," Toby asked.

"How should I put it..." Wayne thought for a moment, "Just imagine that you're holding a torch, not a wand, and keep that idea in mind."

Toby went back to his seat thoughtfully.

"What did Wayne say?" Norman asked.

Their only problem was that their lights kept flashing; one looked like a police car and the other like an ambulance.

"Wayne said to imagine that instead of a wand, you're holding a torch and to focus."

"Then let me try," Norman nodded, raised his wand high, and roared powerfully. "Lumos!"

Boom! 

Light appeared, but it was fire. The flame snake spewed out, startling Professor Flitwick, who quickly summoned water to extinguish it.

"Talent!" Wayne was amazed. His roommate was indeed not a simple person. Norman had chanted the lighting spell and used the fire spell. If this happened in a battle, Norman would certainly be useful.

"Mr. Sherlock, what Mr. Lawrence said is right, but don't get excited. You are holding the torch, not throwing it out," Professor Flitwick explained. He was shocked, but he was glad the wand was held upwards. If he had to speak to anyone, Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary would complain again.

After a few more reminders, Professor Flitwick continued to patrol the classroom to help the young wizards master the spell. He originally thought Norman had gone too far, but something even more powerful was yet to come.

"Mr. Finnigan, please loosen your grip. Your wand is about to break. There must be a pause when reciting the incantation. Lumos~~Maximum, remember this rhythm."

No wonder Professor Flitwick has won the title of Hogwarts' most popular professor for sixteen consecutive years. He is patient, has a good temper, and gives students many internship opportunities. Everyone must like him very much.

Seamus, who was nervous just now, became more relaxed with Flitwick's comfort. He raised his head confidently, and the wand in his hand turned into a baton, drawing a graceful arc. His deskmate Neville looked at him expectantly, and Flitwick gave an encouraging look.

"Seamus..." Wayne frowned, feeling an ominous premonition. Isn't this the explosive genius? He and Hermione were only one table away from Seamus and Neville. When he heard Seamus begin to recite the spell, Wayne's bad feeling intensified.

"Lumos~~Maximum!"

"Squat down!" Wayne pulled Hermione without thinking, and the little witch couldn't stand and threw herself into Wayne's arms. Almost at the same time—Boom! 

A huge buzzing sound filled everyone's ears, and a strong explosion enveloped the magic classroom. More than a dozen little witches screamed at the top of their lungs, and their eardrums were punctured several times. Seamus and Neville, in the center of the explosion, had charred faces and hair turned into afros. Professor Flitwick, short in stature, escaped but was temporarily deafened.

"Hiccup!" Seamus burped and blew out two smoke rings, his eyes bright and unaware of his situation.

"Professor, did you see it? It lit up just now!"

"What did you say?!" Professor Flitwick asked loudly.

"I said! It! Lit up!"

Flitwick almost stumbled and fell. "That's very good, but don't do it again next time!"