Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, students rushed out of the classroom. Some went to the corridor outside the classroom to talk, while others ran towards the auditorium.

"No magic in the hallways!"

"No running in the corridor!"

Holding a skinny cat in his arms, Filch, with his pointy ears and monkey face, scolded the group of first-year students.

The senior students just rolled their eyes and walked away away from Filch.

"Agas, tell us quickly, how did you do that?"

Fred held up his index and middle fingers, placed them under his eyes, and looked at them carefully.

But I still didn't see my magic power coming out from my fingertips.

"Which one is that?" Agas's face wrinkled and he raised his finger as well.

"Just now, when you were in class, something red came out of your hand."

George gestured.

Only then did Agas realize what it was.

There was no way. I hadn't gotten my wand back from Dumbledore yet when I was in class.

In today's spell class, the spell we are learning is Luminescent.

Because three of them were in the hospital, today's spells class was already the third class since school started.

Agas didn't have a wand, and the magic he was best at without a wand was fluorescent flashes, so he was the center of attention in this class.

"Just hold your strength and push hard! Make sure you speak loudly! Then it will come out."

Agas explained.

George and Fred looked at each other, remembered the scene in class, and fell silent.

The petite Professor Flitwick stood on a table piled with books, standing on tiptoe, his big eyes constantly looking at the people who were practicing below the stage.

I would give a word or two of encouragement from time to time.

"Well done, Ms. Gran."

"Mr. Weasley, I think you may need to chant the spell a little louder."

Professor Flitwick walked up to George and watched him whisper spells and move his wand from time to time.

George looked at Professor Flitwick, who was standing on the table and needed to look up.

He pursed his lips, swiped his wand in a circle, and said in an awkward but loud voice: "God of Darkness Gunara, light up!"

George's staff shook, and a bean-sized light suddenly lit up from the tip of the staff.

"..."

Professor Flitwick blinked, coughed slightly, and looked at the light with a twitching mouth, then looked at the students behind him who were attracted by George's voice.

He put on an awkward smile: "Mr. Weasley, what is this spell?"

"It really works!" George shouted, and then raised his wand and shouted again: "God of Darkness Gunara, light up!!!"

Unfortunately, this time, the Dark God Gunara did not listen to him.

No light.

"..." George had already struck his pose, but his wand didn't light up at all. He looked at the crowd surrounding him and his cheeks flushed red.

It's so, so shameful. What kind of things does Agas teach?

He immediately looked at Agas, whose face was as red as his.

His eyes revealed a questioning look.

At this moment, Agas was almost dying of laughter at George's words. His face turned red and he forced himself to hold back the laughter that was about to burst out.

Professor Flitwick's eyes followed and looked at Agas.

The descendant of Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Professor, this is what Agas taught me. He said that this way the light will be emitted faster."

George betrayed Agas without hesitation.

Professor Flitwick immediately thought of the sudden light that appeared in George's wand.

"Mr. Linger, if you don't mind, could you please share your learning experience with everyone?"

Agas looked at the eager eyes of the students around him, patted his chest, and stood up to answer the questions.

"First, you must use all your strength!"

“Second, it must be very loud!”

"Third, no matter what spell you use, the most important thing is faith. You must believe that you can do it!"

Agas stretched out his fingers and counted one, two, three, and then suddenly pointed at the light bulb on the ceiling.

“For example, my current belief is to make this light bulb light up.”

"Then we can be louder!"

"Shout out the spell George just said!"

"The Dark God of Gunara..." This brave Gryffindor didn't even finish his words before his mouth was manually covered by Professor Flitwick.

"Lumos, kids!"

"The spell is: Lumos."

Professor Flitwick glanced at Agas with a sad look and encouraged the students around him to recite the correct spell.

Although the casting of the spell, in the end, is indeed as Agas said, relying on the faith and the magic power emitted from the wizard's body.

Especially for some wizards who are skilled in using spells, they can also cast silent spells.

But that only applies to wizards who have reached adulthood and have stable magical powers, not to the young wizards now who can't even control themselves and their own magic powers.

The young wizards withdrew their gazes and, as Professor Flitwick requested, obediently moved their wands in a circle and chanted the "fluorescent" spell.

Unfortunately, there are not many students in the classroom who can make their wands emit light.

A few students were indeed able to make the tip of their staff emit a tiny bit of faint light, but it didn’t last long before the light went out and couldn’t be sustained for long.

Fred kept staring at Agas, urging him to cast the spell again.

Agas raised his index and middle fingers, seriously fooling Fred.

"Fred, look at my fingers. Keep your eyes on them."

"Strong faith, and then! Push harder!"

"Gunala Aba Aba." Agas started the spell but did not finish it. He used his magic power to emit a red light to fool people.

"Look, it's bright now."

Faint red balls emerged from Agas' fingers.

"Can I use my fingers?" Fred asked, holding up his own fingers.

"You are so stupid. You already have a wand, why use your fingers!" Agas slapped his head.

Fred nodded, looked at George who was working hard beside him, and also started to chant the Agassi spell in a mysterious way.

By the end of the get out of class, most of the students were able to learn this very simple spell, but there were still some students who could not control themselves and their wands had no reaction at all.

"Children, I hope you can practice spells more after class. I will test you in the next class."

Professor Flitwick was quite satisfied with the students' learning performance. After all, most of the children were able to learn the spell, although the light emitted was extremely weak.

A Gryffindor who had been sitting in the corner and had not been able to emit light, looked at the light from the tip of Fred's wand, and suddenly stood up and shouted, "God of Darkness, Gunara, light up!"

In an instant, a dazzling white light flashed from the tip of his staff, illuminating the entire classroom.