Chapter 30 The Explosive Genius Is So Terrifying

Chapter 30 The Explosive Genius Is So Terrifying

As Professor Flitwick said, the lighting spell is a very basic spell.

After knowing the spells and gestures, plus some tips mentioned by Flitwick, the little wizards quickly got started.

The classroom was dotted with stars, flickering on and off. In order to make the light more obvious, the professor thoughtfully closed the curtains.

A bright light group appeared on the tip of Wayne's wand, with moderate brightness and a stable light source.

It's not like other little wizards who flicker on and off.

"Very good, Mr. Lawrence, two points for Hufflepuff." Professor Flitwick came over and praised him.

He didn't show too much excitement.

After all, the lighting spell is too simple and can be mastered with a little practice. Flitwick just saw that Wayne was big, round and durable, so he added two points to show his encouragement.

Hermione glanced sideways, raised her head, snorted coldly, and recited the spell.

The tip of her wand lit up, but it wasn't as big as Wayne's. The light was too bright and a bit dazzling.

When the little witch wanted to lower the brightness, the spell dissipated directly due to lack of magic control.

"puff."

Wayne looked so funny that he accidentally laughed out loud.

"Why are you laughing? You're more skilled than me." Hermione said angrily, and then cast the lighting spell again.

As a result, the performance this time was even worse. The wand only lit up once and then stopped responding.

"You have to have a calm mind to achieve stable output." Wayne pointed out: "So, Miss Granger, can you tell me how I made you angry?"

Hermione said sourly: "No matter what I do, go find your senior Ravenclaw."

? ? ?

Wayne's head was full of questions.

First of all, even if he and Qiu exchanged a few words, Hermione could see them, and no one else could.

Secondly...little witch, what do you mean by your tone? We have nothing to do yet.

"No..." Hermione also realized that there was something wrong with her tone and quickly explained:

"You tried to cheat me out of money when we first met, but you treated that Ravenclaw..."

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about!" Wayne glanced around and found that Professor Flitwick had walked away, feeling relieved:

"Am I cheating you out of money? I'm doing good deeds."

"Knowledge is priceless. I only spent two Sickles and read books for a week. You can tell me whether you make a profit or not."

"It's quite profitable." Hermione nodded subconsciously.

But I always feel like something is wrong.

"That's alright. Just because you love learning so much, I reluctantly lent you the book."

"I can guarantee that if Qiu asks me to borrow a book, I won't give it to him."

There was another round of deception, and Hermione smiled unconsciously, completely unaware that Wayne had begun to call Qiu by her first name.

Throughout the whole class, the little wizards were practicing magic, and Toby came over distressed.

"Wayne, is there any way to stabilize the light? It's like a police car's light, it's almost blinding me."

"How should I put it..." Wayne pondered for two seconds: "Just imagine that what you are holding is not a wand, but a torch, and solidify this idea."

Toby returned to his seat thoughtfully.

"What did Wayne say?" Norman asked.

The only problem they have is that they keep flashing, one looks like a police car and the other looks like an ambulance.

"Wayne said to imagine that instead of a wand, you're holding a torch and focus."

"Then let me try." Norman nodded, raised his wand high, and roared powerfully.

"Lumos!"

boom!

Light appeared, but it was fire.

The flame snake spewed out, startling Professor Flitwick, and quickly summoned water to extinguish it.

Talent.

Wayne was amazed. His roommate was indeed not a simple person. He chanted the lighting spell and used the fire spell.

If this is in a battle, it will definitely be a good hand for the Yin people.

"Mr. Sherlock, what Mr. Lawrence said is right, but don't get excited. You are holding the torch, not throwing it out."

Professor Flitwick explained in shock that he had been frightened just now, but fortunately the wand was held upwards.

If he spoke to anyone, Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary would complain to him again.

After a few more reminders, Professor Flitwick continued to patrol the classroom to help the little wizard master the magic spell.

He originally thought that Norman had gone too far, but who would have thought that something more powerful was yet to come.

"Mr. Finnigan, please loosen your grip. Your wand is about to be broken."

"There must be a pause when reciting the incantation, LumosMaximum, remember this rhythm."

No wonder Professor Flitwick has won the title of Hogwarts' most popular professor for sixteen consecutive years.

He is patient, has a good temper, and gives students a lot of internship opportunities. Everyone must like him very much.

Seamus, who was nervous just now, became more relaxed under Flitwick's comfort.

He raised his head confidently, and the wand in his hand turned into a baton, drawing a graceful arc.

His deskmate Neville looked at him expectantly, and Flitwick also cast an encouraging look.

"Seamus..."

Wayne frowned, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

Isn't this the explosive genius?

He and Hermione were only one table away from Simone and Toby, a table of Normans and Tobys. When he heard that Seamus had begun to recite a spell, Wayne's bad feeling became more and more intense.

"LumosMaximum!"

"Squat down!"

Wayne pulled Hermione without thinking, and the little witch couldn't stand still and threw herself into Wayne's arms.

Almost at the same time.

boom!

A huge buzzing sound appeared in everyone's ears, and a strong explosion enveloped the magic classroom.

More than a dozen little witches screamed at the top of their lungs, and their eardrums were punctured several times.

The three people at the center of the explosion, Seamus and Neville, had their faces charred and their hair turned into afros. Professor Flitwick escaped because of his short stature, which was a blessing in disguise.

But because he was closest to the explosion, his ears were temporarily deafened.

"Hiccup!"

Seamus burped and blew out two smoke rings, but his eyes were extremely bright and he was completely unaware of his situation.

"Professor, did you see it! It lit up just now!"

"What did you say?!" Professor Flitwick asked loudly.

"I said! It! Lights up!"

Flitwick's foot stumbled and he almost fell.

"That's very good, don't say it again next time!"