Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The afternoon class is the Charms class taught by Flitwick.

Small in stature, he stood on top of stacks of books.

"My lesson today is... Fire Spell." Flitwick dragged the end, stretched for a while, and seemed to want to make a fool of himself, and then said it.

"We've learned it!" Several students exclaimed.

"No, it's just a superficial use. To pass the exam to get a high score, you must master it more deeply." The mustache on Flitwick's face shook emotionally with his expression.

"The flame spell is an extremely practical spell, with powerful properties of light and heat, which can cause great damage to evil creatures such as the Inferi."

There were whispers from the podium.

"I know, I've taught you before, but it wasn't deep enough."

"All magic spells can be used in combination to cause extremely strong damage or other effects. This class is not only to teach you advanced usage, but also hope that you can broaden your mind."

"For another example, the flame spell combined with the clear water like a spring spell can create a large illusory fog that interferes with the enemy's sight."

To explain, Flitwick summoned a raging flame from nowhere, and a clear spring splashed from the lampshade on the ceiling. diffuse.

For a time, fog rose in the entire classroom.

"The whirlwind sweeps away." The teacher's voice sounded again, and soon a small hurricane rolled up, blowing the smoke away, and the short teacher reappeared in front of them.

"If paired with a sufficiently sophisticated Transfiguration, many powerful beast-like creatures can be transformed into pure flames."

Flitwick just raised the wand in his hand, and a fire lotus bloomed suddenly from the sky above the classroom, and a fiery red raven slowly broke free from it.

He looked at the students around him with his wise eyes.

It is completely different from the silver-white Patronus form.

The functions are also quite different.

It is rare to hear that the Patronus can participate in battle,

Their main function is not here.

The raven, which was covered in fire, waved its wings made of pure flame. The fire wave trembled and flew around the classroom a few times. Some sparks that splashed fell from the air, and then flashed sharply again, sending out a violent explosion. The light was annihilated in mid-air in an instant.

In the end, the whole body suddenly flew out of the window and disappeared.

It quickly attracted praise from the surrounding students.

"But these skills are still a long way off for you."

"Today's task is to hollow out these iron rods with a flame spell, leaving the outer shell - that is to say, to make it into a pipe."

"It's not allowed to use Transfiguration Charms directly on objects, that's the rule."

"The tool - the flame, is not limited by this."

Jet-black iron rods of similar length, length and thickness were laid down in front of everyone's table.

Malfoy picked it up casually, observed it, looked at it a few times, it was pitch black, absorbing the surrounding light.

What I was thinking about was not the upcoming class tests, but the changes in the Hogwarts curriculum.

Focusing on actual combat, even the magic spell class was not spared.

This not only tests the skill of manipulation, but also sets a threshold. If the temperature is not high enough, even the steel will not be able to melt at all.

Only after reaching a certain level can you lift weights lightly.

The molten iron melted and quickly solidified uncontrollably. It was even more messy than before, and the newly formed iron lumps were tangled into a ball. It seems that the blade has been rolled up and has become rougher than the extremely old blade.

Neville's forehead was covered in sweat, and his iron rods showed no sign of melting.

Ron directly burned through it, and an iron rod was burned into two pieces.

Harry looked intently in front of him, controlled a somewhat thick flame, and carefully stretched out towards the center of the pillar.

For a time, many flames appeared everywhere in the classroom.

"Draco? Are you done?" Pansy looked at Malfoy, who had stopped, in surprise. He had already started to cool down, allowing the scorched iron rod to cool down quickly.

The flame controlled by Pansy's wand slanted abruptly, about to ignite his robe, but he was not noticed by himself.

"It's about to burn your robes." Malfoy's already stowed wand lifted up again, sending a jet of water against the robes that were about to be set on fire.

Turn it off.

"Finish it first." Malfoy shook his head, not accepting Pansy's words for the time being.

"Okay." Pansy stuck out her tongue. She almost burned herself just now. She was a little embarrassed, and she rarely showed her weak side.

If it was not long ago, as Slytherin's prefect, she naturally had to set an example at all times. .

Malfoy was back, and the fortress she had built on her heart a short while ago fell apart, for there was support again.

"Okay, stop!"

Flitwick waved the wand in his hand again, and the legs of the table in front of everyone shrank in unison, just in line with his height to review.

He jumped out of the book, then walked up to all the students and started to patrol.

"Mr. Longbottom, great progress, I guess you might get a good grade in future exams," he praised, pausing for a moment at Neville's desk.

He picked up the pipe with some burrs on the inner layer and looked at it, and put it in front of his eyes, as if he was using a telescope.

"Miss Granger, very good!"

The iron rod in front of Hermione's desk was handled by her, and the inner circle was quite flat and smooth.

Finally, Flitwick walked over to Malfoy's desk.

"Maybe I really missed some classes."

Flitwick thought, shaking his head.

He saw that the iron rod had been pierced through a small hole, which could be called a failure, and there was no need to look at it any further.

"Cut..." Ron couldn't help laughing.

But Flitwick stopped again.

"Excellent control power!" Seemingly realizing that he was very excited, Flitwick coughed a few times to cover up his emotions.

Seeing other students puzzled.

Then he flicked his wand.

A breeze passed through it.

The ethereal whistle sounded.

The bulky iron pipe was transformed into a long iron whistle.

In terms of pure transfiguration, this is very simple, and it can be done in the third grade, but to complete such a fine carving with pure flame spell, even Flitwick has to think about it.

"Slytherin, plus... ten points." Flitwick still restrained, in the final analysis, after the hostage incident, Malfoy gave him a not very good impression.

In fact, adding 20 points is no problem

As soon as his hand was raised, the wand turned a few times with his fingers nimbly.

The corners of all tables began to "grow" again, and the elongation returned to its original state.

Outside the castle, the bell tower not far away struck exactly twelve times at the same time.

Flitwick's spell course is over.

"How about giving it to me?" After class, Pansy walked quickly to Malfoy's seat, took the iron whistle in his hand and played with it, pleading with a slightly coquettish tone.

"I will cherish it." The girl was afraid that he would not agree

"It's just..." Malfoy wanted to say something more, but he didn't say any more when he saw that Pansy had already put it away.

"Okay." He nodded.

He just felt that this could not be counted as something of value, and it was not a good gift.

"Then let me remake it."

Pansy took it with some reluctance.

The faint flame roamed on the steel, and it seemed to have turned into a sharp carving knife, which was carefully carved on it.

A lifelike kitten was quickly carved out, curling up on its body, forming a "P" letter, which was printed on the whistle.

"It's fine if you don't dislike it."

"Of course not." Pansy cherished it and took it into his arms.