The afternoon class is Charms with Professor Flitwick.
With his short stature, he stood on top of stacks of books.
"Today's lesson is... the Fire Curse." Flitwick dragged the end of his voice for a while, as if trying to make a fool of himself, and then said it.
"We have learned it!" Several students said loudly.
"No, that's just a superficial application. If you want to pass the owl.s exam and get a high score, you must master it more profoundly." The mustache on Flitwick's face followed his expression, full of Shaking emotionally.
"The flame spell is an extremely practical spell, with powerful light and heat properties, which can cause great damage to evil creatures such as ghost corpses."
There were whispers under the podium.
"I know, I've taught you guys before, but it didn't go far enough."
"All spells can be used in combination to cause extremely strong damage or other effects. This lesson is not only to teach you advanced usage, but also to broaden your thinking."
"For another example, the Flame Curse combined with the Clear Water is Like a Spring Curse can create a large illusory mist that interferes with the enemy's sight."
In order to illustrate, Flitwick summoned a ray of unrestrained flame from nowhere, and a stream of clear spring poured out from the upper lampshade on the ceiling. Diffuse.
All of a sudden, mist rose in the entire classroom.
"The whirlwind sweeps away." The teacher's voice sounded again, and soon a small hurricane rolled up, blowing away the smoke, and the short teacher reappeared in front of their eyes.
"If it is paired with a sufficiently profound transfiguration technique, it can transform into many powerful animal-shaped creatures, appearing in the form of pure flames."
Flitwick just raised the wand in his hand, and a fiery lotus bloomed abruptly 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 very different.
It is rare to hear that patron saints can participate in battles, and their main function is not here.
The raven, which was bathed in fire, waved its wings that were purely made of flames. The waves of fire trembled and flew around the classroom a few times. Some sparks that splashed fell from mid-air, flashed sharply again, and made a violent noise. The light was annihilated in mid-air in an instant.
In the end, the whole body suddenly flew out of the window and disappeared.
Soon it attracted the praise of the students around.
"But these skills are still far away from you."
"Today's task is to use the Flame Curse to hollow out these iron rods, leaving the shell—that is, to make them look like pipes."
"It is not allowed to use the transfiguration spell directly on the object, this is the rule."
"Tool - flame, not subject to this restriction."
Black iron rods of similar length and thickness were laid down in front of everyone's tables.
Malfoy picked it up casually, observed it, and took a few glances. It was pitch black and absorbed the surrounding light.
What he was thinking about was not the upcoming class test, but the changes in the Hogwarts curriculum.
Pay attention to actual combat, even the 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 steel cannot be melted at all.
Only after reaching a certain level can one lift weights lightly.
The molten iron melted, and quickly solidified uncontrollably, even more messy than before, and the newly formed iron pieces tangled together. It was as if the edge of the knife, which was already extremely old, had curled and became rougher.
Neville's brow was covered with sweat, and his current iron rod hadn't even started to melt yet.
Ron burned through it directly, and an iron rod was burned in two.
Harry stared intently in front of him, manipulating a somewhat thick flame, and stretching it carefully towards the center of the cylinder.
All of a sudden, many flames appeared everywhere in the classroom.
"Draco? Are you finished?" Pansy looked at Malfoy, who had stopped, in surprise. He had already begun to cool down, allowing the scorched iron rod to cool down quickly.
The flame controlled by Pansy's wand slanted suddenly, and was about to ignite his robe, but he didn't notice it.
"It's almost burning your robe." Malfoy raised his wand, which had already been put away, and shot a jet of water at the robe that was about to be ignited.
Turn it off.
"Let's finish it first." Malfoy shook his head, not accepting Pansy's accusation for the time being.
"Okay." Pansy stuck out her tongue, almost burned herself just now, she was a little embarrassed, and she rarely showed her weak side.
If it was not long ago, as the prefect of Slytherin, she would naturally have to set an example at all times. .
Malfoy came back, and the strong barrier she had built on her heart not long ago collapsed again, because there was another support.
"Okay, stop!"
Flitwick waved his wand again, and the legs of the table in front of everyone shrank in unison, just matching his height for inspection.
He jumped down from the books, then walked up to all the students and began to inspect.
"Mr. Longbottom, you have made great progress. I guess you may be able to get a good grade in your future exams." He praised, and stopped for a while in front of Neville's desk.
I picked up the pipe with some burrs on the inner layer and looked it over, and put it in front of my eyes, as if I was using a telescope.
"Miss Granger, very nice!"
The iron rod in front of Hermione's desk was handled by her, and the inner circle was quite flat and smooth.
Finally, Flitwick made his way to Malfoy's table.
"Maybe it's really delayed some courses."
Flitwick thought to himself, shaking his head.
He saw that the iron rod had been pierced by a small hole, which could be called a failure, so there was no need to look any further.
"Cut..." Ron couldn't help laughing.
But Flitwick stopped again.
"Excellent control!" Seemingly realizing that he was excited, Flitwick coughed a few times to cover up his emotions.
Looking at other students a little puzzled.
Then flicked his wand.
A breeze passed through it.
The ethereal whistle sounded.
The bulky iron pipe was transformed into a long iron whistle.
As far as pure transfiguration is concerned, this is very simple, and it can be done by about a third grader, but to complete such a fine carving purely with the flame spell, even Flitwick has to think about it.
"Slytherin, add... ten points." Flitwick still restrained himself a bit. In the final analysis, after that hostage incident, Malfoy didn't give him a very good impression.
Actually adding 20 points is no problem
As soon as his hand was raised, the wand flexibly turned a few times with his fingers.
The corners of all the tables began to "grow" again, and the elongation returned to its original shape.
Outside the castle, not far away, the clock tower struck twelve times at the same time.
Flitwick's Charms Lesson is over.
"How about giving it to me?" After the get out of class was over, Pansy walked quickly to Malfoy's seat, took the iron whistle in his hand and began to play with it, begging in a slightly coquettish tone.
"I will cherish it." The girl was afraid that he would disagree
"It's just..." Malfoy wanted to say something more, but seeing that Pansy had put it away, he stopped talking
"Okay." He nodded.
He just felt that this was not something of value, and it was not a good gift.
"Then let me remodel it."
Pansy took it with some reluctance.
Faint flames wandered on the steel, as if turning into a sharp carving knife, carving finely on it.
A lifelike kitten was quickly engraved, curling its body to form a "p" letter, which was printed on the whistle.
"It's good that you don't dislike it."
"Of course not." Pan Xi cherished it in her arms.