As Professor Flitwick said, the Lumos spell is a very basic one.
Once they knew the spell and hand gestures, plus some tips from Flitwick, the young witches and wizards quickly got the hang of it.
The classroom was filled with twinkling lights, flickering on and off. To make the light more visible, the professor thoughtfully drew the curtains.
A bright orb of light appeared at the tip of Wayne’s wand, a moderate brightness and stable light source.
It was nothing like the flickering lights of other young witches and wizards.
“Very good, Mr. Lawrence, two points for Hufflepuff.” Professor Flitwick walked over and praised him.
He didn’t seem too excited.
After all, the Lumos spell was too simple. It was easy to learn with a little practice. Flitwick was just giving Wayne two points for encouragement because his light was large, round, and long-lasting.
Hermione glanced at him, snorted, and cast the spell.
The tip of her wand lit up, but it wasn’t as big as Wayne's, and the light was too bright and a bit dazzling.
When the young witch tried to dim the light, due to her lack of magical control, the spell dissipated.
“Pfft.”
Wayne couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“What are you laughing at? You're just a little better at it than me.” Hermione said angrily, then cast the Lumos spell again.
The result was even worse this time, the wand only lit up for a moment before going out.
“You have to be calm to maintain a stable output.” Wayne pointed out, “So, Ms. Granger, can you tell me again how I managed to upset you?”
Hermione said sourly, “Mind your own business, go find your Ravenclaw sister.”
???
Wayne was baffled.
First of all, he just exchanged a few words with Cho, and Hermione had to see it, that was just... incredible.
Secondly... what’s with that tone, little witch? We’re nothing, you know.
“No...,” Hermione realized her tone was wrong, and quickly explained, “The first time we met, you were trying to rip me off, but you…”
“What do you mean, what do you mean by that!” Wayne glanced around, relieved to see that Professor Flitwick had moved to the other side of the classroom, “I was doing a good deed.”
“Knowledge is priceless. Two Sickles for a week's worth of books, tell me, is that a bargain or not?”
“It's a good deal.” Hermione nodded unconsciously.
But something felt wrong.
“So there you have it. It's because I saw how much you love learning that I was willing to share the books with you.”
“I can guarantee, if Cho came to borrow books from me, I wouldn't give her any.”
Another round of smooth talking, Hermione unknowingly broke into a smile, completely unaware that Wayne was already calling Cho by her name.
The entire class period was spent practicing magic. Toby came over, looking troubled.
“Wayne, is there any way to make the light stable? Mine is like a police car's light, it's about to blind me.”
“Well,” Wayne pondered for two seconds, “Just imagine you’re not holding a wand, but a torch, and focus on that thought.”
Toby looked thoughtful and returned to his seat.
“What did Wayne say?” Norman asked.
They both had the same problem, their lights kept flickering, one like a police car, the other like an ambulance.
“Wayne said to imagine you’re not holding a wand, but a torch, concentrate.”
“Let me try that.” Norman nodded, holding his wand high, with great confidence he shouted.
“Lumos!”
Boom!
The light appeared, but it was fire.
A long serpent of flame spurted out, startling Professor Flitwick, who quickly summoned a stream of water to extinguish it.
Now that’s what I call talent.
Wayne was amazed, his roommate was not a simple character, he cast the Lumos spell and used the Incendio spell.
This would be a great move to use against someone in battle.
“Mr. Sherlock, Mr. Lawrence’s method is correct, but don't be so excited, it’s holding a torch, not throwing it.”
Professor Flitwick explained nervously, he had been scared too, luckily the wand was pointing up.
If it had been pointed at someone, Madam Pomfrey would have been complaining to him again.
After reminding them again, Professor Flitwick continued to patrol the classroom, helping the young witches and wizards master the spell.
He originally thought that Norman was bad enough, but he didn’t expect anything worse. Turns out, there was still something worse to come.
“Mr. Finnegan, loosen your grip, your wand is about to snap.”
“There should be a pause when you chant the spell, Lumos~~Maximum, remember this rhythm.”
No wonder the title of Hogwarts’ most popular professor had gone to Professor Flitwick for sixteen years in a row.
He was patient, good-tempered, and gave students plenty of practice opportunities, so everyone must love him.
Seamus, who had been nervous, relaxed a little after Flitwick’s reassurance.
He confidently raised his head, his wand transformed into a conductor’s baton, gracefully sweeping through the air.
His deskmate Neville looked at him expectantly, and Flitwick gave him an encouraging look.
“Seamus...”
Wayne’s eyebrows furrowed, a bad feeling grew in his heart.
This is the blasting genius, isn’t it?
He and Hermione were only one desk away from Seamus and Neville, separated by Norman and Toby. Hearing Seamus already start chanting the spell, the bad feeling in Wayne’s heart grew stronger.
“Lumos~~Maximum!”
“Get down!”
Without hesitation, Wayne pulled Hermione down. The young witch lost her balance and fell into Wayne’s arms.
Almost at the same time.
Boom!
A loud roar filled everyone’s ears, a violent explosion engulfed the Charms classroom.
More than ten young witches screamed, some of them felt their eardrums pierce.
The three in the center of the explosion, Seamus and Neville had their faces blackened, their hair turned into a punk hairstyle, and Professor Flitwick, because he was short, was lucky enough to escape unscathed.
But because he was closest to the explosion, his ears were temporarily deaf.
“Burp~!”
Seamus burped, blowing two smoke rings, his eyes were shining bright, unaware of his situation.
“Professor, did you see that? It lit up!”
“What are you talking about?!” Professor Flitwick asked loudly.
“I said, it! Lit! Up!”
Flitwick’s feet wobbled, almost tripping.
“Well done, just don't say it again next time!”