DNF meets Harry Potter

Chapter 33 Daily Study Life

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Carl was the only one in the whole classroom who perfectly turned matches into thin needles.Even Hermione couldn't reach the perfect level in Professor McGonagall's mind, and the other little wizards were even worse, whether they were students from wizarding families or Muggle families, they just made the roots of the matches a little bit sharper.

Carl has been tutoring three roommates since he got his classwork done.However, what he didn't expect was that the level of the three of them was too bad to look at directly, and the best Alex only gave the match a little bit of metallic luster.

When Professor McGonagall announced the dismissal of the get out of class and assigned a two-inch paper, the classroom was filled with mourning.They can't even change the needle, how could the paper be written.

After Karl and his party came out of the Transfiguration classroom, they went straight to the Charms classroom. This was their dean's first class, and the first impression was very important.

……

"Harry Potter!"

Professor Flitwick was standing on a large stack of books, barely level with the young wizards.When he called Harry Potter by name, his little eyes shone with excitement.

For him who has studied spells for many years and once won a fighting championship, Harry Potter, who successfully survived Voldemort's death curse and fought back, can be regarded as a miracle in the history of spells!

"This is your first Charms class at Hogwarts. I don't have much to say about spells. This subject is not as dangerous as the Transfiguration class you just took. In fact, as long as the tone and movement of the spell are correct It's almost done," Professor Flitwick said sharply.

"I think everyone has already previewed the lessons. Let's not talk nonsense. Today's task is to let the feathers float. I hope you can remember the spell——Wingadim Leviosa..."

"Now I will demonstrate. Please pay attention to the tone and gestures of my chanting."

After Professor Flitwick finished explaining, he immediately started to perform manual demonstrations. He took out a handful of feathers with about thirty or forty feathers from his bag, then picked up his wand, and flicked it again and again.

At the same time, a passionate voice sounded: "Yingardim Leviosa!"

Dozens of feathers flew into the air one after another, and landed on every little wizard's table with incomparable precision.

Then he tapped the books under his feet with his wand, and his whole body and books floated into the air, observing every little wizard in the classroom from the perspective of God.

"WOW~!"

The little wizards below were all amazed, Professor Flitwick's floating spell was too powerful.

"Now, let's start practicing. If you don't understand something, you can raise your hand and call me, and I will explain it to students who encounter difficulties."

Professor Flitwick's gentle voice came from mid-air, coupled with an exquisite Echo Charm, all the little wizards couldn't help feeling absurdly as if Professor Flitwick had whispered in their ears just now.

Levitation spell + sword = flying with the sword.

After watching Professor Flitwick's demonstration, Carl successfully applied a formula.

At the same time, I couldn't help admiring that these professors have their own good methods in establishing their prestige in the first class.

It is different from the notoriety of the old bat and his treacherous words in class, and Professor McGonagall directly went online to list the horrors of Transfiguration and add his own severity.

Filius Flitwick completely conquered the little wizards present with his exquisite spells.

"Sure enough, it's not easy to be a professor at Hogwarts." Carl secretly thought of these thoughts.

how to say?Those who have read books and seen the world are different.And Harry, Ron, and Philip on the side were like a group of salted fish who could only call 666, calling frantically for Professor Flitwick's move...

Charms were not as difficult as Transfiguration, and it was just a matter of making a feather float.Carl didn't even need to concentrate, he lightly tapped the feather on the table with his wand casually, and then the feather floated into the air and twirled in circles following Carl's gesture command.

"Silent casting?!"

Alex on the side is not calm anymore, what kind of operation is this?Why are you also a freshman, why are you so good?

"That's right, what's surprising. The Levitating Curse is just the most basic spell. In my opinion, this kind of basic spell can be released as long as you have a hand." Carl explained casually with disapproval: "There is more. Well, if Professor Flitwick wasn't trying to demonstrate the spell just now, he could have done it without even using a wand, and every feather fell on the students' desks with incomparable precision."

Alex's eyes widened: "Can this be the same? Professor Flitwick is our dean and has won a fighting championship."

"Didn't you say that you are from the Muggle world? Then the first time you came into contact with magic was this summer vacation."

Carl smiled slightly, and said mysteriously: "Well, then you may have underestimated me, in fact, I know other silent spells." He used his wand to direct the feathers to dance in the air.

Philip beside Alex put down his wand and interjected: "Well, that's right. How dare a first year use a broomstick in the main castle of Hogwarts and be late for the first class of the old bat?" Maybe it's a normal person?"

Hearing these words, Carl said with a kind face: "Philip, is it itchy? If you dare to expose me again, believe it or not, I will apply what I have learned right away. Use the technique that Professor McGonagall taught in class today. Your brother becomes a needle."

True Ice Soul Silver Needle!
Philip's crotch felt cold, and he immediately admitted: "Wrong, wrong... Boss, please let me go."

"Call Dad!"

……

"Boom!"

Just as Carl and the others were pressing Lai Lai, there was an explosion at the Gryffindor table next door.

The culprit, Seamus Finnigan, blew up the feathers with a levitation spell.

Flitwick: "..."

As soon as he said there was no danger, he was immediately slapped in the face...

The table was burnt black, and the caster Seamo Finnigana's pot head turned into an afro head, his hair stood up, and the brand-new wizard robe on his body was also torn to pieces.

The little savior next to him hastily moved his position, fearing that the fish in the pond would be hit and hurt again.

Although the first time was just some mental damage, but not necessarily the second time.Not every time you can be so lucky, for the sake of your own life, you should stay away from this walking body bomb.Meow himself still wants to save this little life to beat Voldemort and avenge his parents, so why can't I just explain it here.

The Boy Who Lived, Voldemort's nemesis, was blown to death by a classmate who cast a wrong spell, so it would be too wronged.

Mister Savior Harry Potter thought so.

(End of this chapter)