Bab 42: Chapter 42: Practice the Spell!
Lockhart carried a suitcase and walked to the podium. Looking at the two distinct waves of young wizards below, he couldn't help but sigh. It had only been two days since school started, and after only three classes, he realized that the school was very divided. Basically, the seats were arranged in piles for each house, and the frequency of communication with other houses was rare. Especially those from Slytherin House, who were very repulsive to those from other houses. Next was Ravenclaw. Gryffindor might be a little better. As for Hufflepuff, Lockhart had not formally taught them lessons, but he guessed it was better than Gryffindor. However, Lockhart didn't want to worry about these. These problems had been deep-rooted for decades or even centuries, and he couldn't find a solution for the time being. What's more, he didn't have the heart to solve these problems. This should be Dumbledore's responsibility. He was now focused on the runes. So, looking at the expectant eyes of the young wizards below, Lockhart showed a bright smile and briefly introduced himself. Looking at the textbooks everyone put on the table, he said gently to the wizards, "For today's lesson, everyone can put the books away. We have a practical lesson today, all you need is your wand."
"Wow!" The young wizards below exclaimed. A practical class, this was their favorite class. No need to read boring textbooks, just practice magic. Who wouldn't like a course like this? Immediately afterward, the young wizards heard Lockhart's gentle and steady voice. "Now, all the young wizards, stand up and stand in the aisles, and let's begin today's practical lessons." As soon as Lockhart finished speaking, all the young wizards stood next to the desks very neatly and walked to the middle, looking forward to the next lesson.
Lockhart waved his wand, and all the desks floated in the air, moving slowly towards the back of the classroom, leaving a huge open space in the middle of the room. Lockhart stood at the front of the clearing, waving to the wizards, gesturing for everyone to come forward and form a circle. Soon, looking at the bunch of young wizards in front of him, Lockhart opened his magic suitcase. He took out a large cage covered with cloth and waved his wand to control it to float in mid-air. Looking at the curious looks in the young wizards' eyes towards the cage, especially Harry's head raised high, his expression full of anticipation.
"You must be careful not to scream after seeing it. Because that would piss them off." Suddenly, Lockhart's deep voice infected the surrounding group of young wizards, and everyone held their breath as if they were facing something terrifying. Seeing everyone's expressions, Lockhart suddenly lifted the cloth off the cage. Suddenly, a large number of pointed-faced pixies with waving wings, blue bodies, dark eyes, and somewhat ugly faces appeared in the cage. Seeing this, all the young wizards had disappointed looks on their faces. Lockhart looked at everyone's disappointed expressions and said with a smile, "You are only in your second year, and you haven't mastered many spells yet. You can't expect me to capture a werewolf or a dementor for your lesson. Also, these are pixies from Cornwall. Even though they are small, their flying speed is fast. They like to grab people by their ears, lift them up into the air, and hang them on the tops of trees."
Upon hearing Lockhart's introduction, the young wizards' eyes instantly lit up. After hearing the professor's introduction, the pixies seemed very interesting. Seeing everyone's interest revived, Lockhart continued to introduce. "In today's practical class, all you have to do is cast a spell to knock out the pixies. Those who perform well can get extra points for their own house. Those with the best grades will receive a magic amulet made by me." As soon as these words came out, all the young wizards immediately became energetic.
"Professor, I'll do it first." "I'll go first." "I said I'm first." "."
Well, they had often seen Harry Potter with a magic amulet around his neck recently, and their hearts had long been filled with envy. After seeing everyone's enthusiastic performance, Lockhart waved his wand and drew a beautiful arc in the air. Soon, a dark blue pixie was released from the floating cage. Lockhart told the students calmly, "Okay, don't be anxious, everyone. Before you do it, you need to understand the pixie first." Under the control of magic, the pixie floated in front of everyone.
Lockhart held his wand, pointed at the head of the elf in front of him, and introduced, "The pixies in Cornwall are also called naughty elves. Very fond of mischief." Hearing this, Ron seemed thoughtful, as if thinking of his two twin brothers. He didn't think for long and continued to focus on Professor Lockhart's speech. "Their characteristic is that they fly very fast. Because they are not lethal, they are classified as xx magical creatures. The purpose of today's practical course is to train everyone in the speed and accuracy of casting spells. The pixies are mostly dark blue and about eight inches long."
After hearing Lockhart's introduction to the elves, the young wizards became a little bored. Sensing this, Lockhart picked up the pace. Then he piqued the interest of the young wizards with one sentence. "After we finish practicing the magic spell, we will start an activity. Now, everyone line up in three rows." Hearing the activities mentioned by Lockhart, the interest of the young wizards was instantly piqued. They all lined up and looked at Lockhart expectantly.
Lockhart smiled, but still followed his lesson preparation process and said, "Okay, everyone, don't use your wands. First, recite the spell with me." "Stupefy!" Soon, all the young wizards were chanting spells along with Lockhart in unison. "Stupefy!" "Stupefy!" "."
Sensing that there were some minor problems with everyone's tone and speed, but the impact was not significant, Lockhart nodded with satisfaction. Then he repeated it several times and fine-tuned the way everyone chanted the spell. Basically, there would be no problem with the spell.
After finishing preparations, Lockhart said in a deep voice, "Okay, now line up, everyone is practicing the stunning spell. Once you have mastered the spell, we can start activities. When the time comes, the magic amulet will be waiting for you." Upon hearing this, the young wizards picked up their wands and lined up in a neat row. Seeing this, Lockhart looked at the first wizard, Mickey, who looked a little nervous. Then he gently comforted him, "Mickey, don't be nervous. I will loosen the control of the pixie later, and then you use the stunning spell." Hearing Lockhart's gentle tone, Mickey's nerves dropped a lot. He nodded heavily and squeezed his wand tightly, aiming at the dark blue pixie floating in the air not far away.
Seeing this, Lockhart nodded to Mickey and relaxed the elf's control. "Stupefy!" Looking at the pixie waving its wings and flying to the left, Mickey quickly waved his wand, aimed at the target, and shouted loudly. In an instant, the magic power of Mickey's was infused into the wand, emitting a red light and hitting the escaping pixie. Looking at the pixie who passed out on the ground, Mickey had a cheerful smile on his face. The young wizards behind also looked eager to try.
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