Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The afternoon class is Professor Flitwick's spell lesson.

With his short stature, he stood on top of a stack of books.

"Today my class is...fire curse." Flivi dragged the tail and stretched for a while, seeming to want to sell a pass, and then said it.

"We have learned!" several students said aloud.

"No, that's just superficial use. Passing the exam to get a high score requires a deeper grasp." The moustache on Flitwick's face shivered emotionally with his expression.

"The Fire Mantra is an extremely practical spell. The powerful light and heat properties can cause great damage to evil creatures such as corpses."

Whispered from the rostrum.

"I know, I have taught you before, but that is not deep enough."

"All magic spells can be used in combination, causing extremely strong killing, or other effects. This lesson is not just to teach you advanced usage, but also hopes that you can open up some ideas."

"Another example is that the Fire Charm combined with clear water like a Spring Charm can create a large phantom mist and interfere with the enemy's sight."

To illustrate, Flitwick summoned a raging flame from nowhere, and a clear spring was spilled from the ceiling lampshade, and the two quickly joined together, constantly making a noisy noise, smoke Diffuse.

For a time, the whole classroom was filled with mist.

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

"If paired with a sufficiently deep transformation, it can transform many powerful animal-shaped creatures, appearing in the form of pure flames."

Flivi just lifted the wand in his hand, and a fire lotus burst out of the classroom abruptly, and a full-bodied red raven slowly broke free from it.

He looked around at the students with his wise eyes.

It is very different from the silver-white patron saint.

The functions are also very different.

Few people have heard that the patron saint can participate in the battle, their main function is not here.

The roaring raven waved its wings consisting purely of flames, the fire wave trembling, flying around the classroom a few times, some splashes of Mars, falling from mid-air, and flashing abruptly, sending out a fierce The light was annihilated in mid-air in an instant.

Eventually the whole body flew out of the window suddenly and disappeared.

Soon, the students around him were greeted with praise.

"But these skills are still far away from you."

"Today's task is to hollow out these iron rods with a flame spell and leave the outer shell-that is, to make it look like a tube."

"It is not allowed to use the transformation spell to directly apply to the object, this is the rule."

"Tools-flames, not subject to this restriction."

Dark iron rods of similar length and thickness were put down at the table.

Malfoy picked it up casually, observed it, and glanced at it for a few moments. The black paint was absorbed by the surrounding light.

What I was thinking about was not the upcoming classroom quiz, but the changes in the Hogwarts curriculum.

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

This not only tests the skill of manipulation, but also sets the threshold. If the temperature is not high enough, even steel can't be melted.

Only after reaching a certain level can we lift weight lightly.

The molten iron melted, and it quickly solidified uncontrollably, even more messy than the original, and the newly generated iron pieces were entangled into a mass. It seems that the edge of the blade is extremely old, and it is still sharpened.

Neville's forehead was full of sweat, and none of his iron rods had begun to melt.

Ron burnt it through, and an iron rod was burned in two.

Harry stared at him intently, controlling a somewhat sturdy flame, carefully reaching towards the center of the column.

For a time, many flames appeared in various parts of the classroom.

"Draco? Are you done?" Pansy looked at Malfoy, who had stopped, surprised. He had now begun to cool down, allowing the iron rod to cool quickly.

The flame controlled by Pansy's wand suddenly slanted, igniting his robe, but was not discovered by himself.

"It's about to burn your robe." Malfoy's already-worn wand was raised again, and a column of water was stirred against the robe that was about to be ignited.

Turn it off.

"I'll finish before I talk." Malfoy shook his head, not accepting Pansy's words for the time being.

"Okay." Pansy threw his tongue out. He almost burned himself just now. It was a little embarrassing. He rarely showed his weak side.

If it was not long ago, she as Slytherin's commander, of course, must always set an example. .

Malfoy was back, and the strong barrier she had built on the atrium not long ago broke down again, because she had relied on it again.

"Okay, stop!"

Flivi waved his wand again, and the legs of the table in front of them all shrank in unison, just in accordance with his height for review.

He jumped from the book, then walked to all the students and began to patrol.

"Mr. Longbottom, there is progress. I guess you may be able to get a good result in the future exams." He praised and stopped at Neville's desk for a while.

Picking up the pipe with some burrs in the inner layer and looking around, it was placed in front of my eyes as if using a telescope.

"Miss Granger, very good!"

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

Finally, Flitwick came to Malfoy's table.

"Maybe some courses are really delayed."

Flitwick thought, shaking his head.

He saw that the iron rod had been pierced through a small hole, which could be regarded as a failure. There was no need to look at it.

"Cut..." Ron laughed involuntarily.

But Flitwick stopped again.

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

Looking at other students a little puzzled.

Then he waved his wand lightly.

A breeze passed through.

The ethereal whistle sounded.

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

For simple metamorphosis, this is very simple, and it can be done in the third grade, but purely using a fire spell to complete such fine carving, even Flitwick has to think about it.

"Slytherin, plus... very much." Flitwick restrained himself. After all, after the hostage incident, Malfoy gave him a bad impression.

Actually adding 20 points is no problem

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

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

Outside the castle, not far from the clock tower, at the same time it just struck twelve times.

Flitwick's Curse Course is over.

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

"I will cherish it~www.readwn.com~ The girl is afraid he will disagree

"It's just..." Malfoy wanted to say something, but when he saw that Pansy had already received it, he didn't say much

"Okay." He nodded.

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

"Then I will remodel it."

Panxi took it with some reluctance.

The faint flames walked on the steel, seemingly turned into a sharp carving knife, carved on it.

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

"Just don't dislike it."

"Of course not." Pan Xi treasured it in his arms.