"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 10: A Surge of Academic Zeal Before the Christmas Holidays
The red flash of the Disarming Charm struck Wyzett's arm, sending his wand spinning high into the air.
Snape's voice rang out, cold and precise. "Pay attention, Mr. Lovegood. The duel isn't over until the field is cleared."
Wyzett gave a respectful bow. "Thank you for your guidance, Professor Snape. It won't happen again."
He glanced up, tracking his wand's arc, and caught it deftly as it fell, then strode calmly from the stage.
"Did you see that? That's what a proper wizard's duel looks like!" Snape announced, sweeping his gaze across the silent hall. "I don't expect you all to master a dozen spells—but at least grip your wands! Understood?"
A hush fell. Every student nodded, their eyes—whether fixed on Wyzett or Snape—alight with a mixture of awe and something close to reverence.
For the Slytherins, their expressions were even more complicated: awe, yes, but also a hint of disbelief…
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The duel between Wyzett and Snape became the hottest topic in Hogwarts for days to come.
Older students pooled their knowledge, analyzing every spell and magical technique the two had used throughout the duel.
Snape, they noted, had kept his repertoire minimal—most of his magic was cast wordlessly. Aside from the famously versatile Severing Charm, he'd conjured that blazing fire serpent and, at the end, a textbook Shield Charm.
Three spells, three disciplines: a charm, a piece of Transfiguration, and a defensive enchantment.
Some students went so far as to speculate that Snape's choices reflected his identity as a Potions Master: the Severing Charm for preparing ingredients, Transfiguration to control flame and temperature during brewing, and defensive magic for the inevitable mishaps.
Of course, that was only a theory. Snape's notorious temper meant even the Slytherins wouldn't dare ask him directly.
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But it wasn't just Snape under scrutiny. Wyzett's magic drew just as much—if not more—attention.
Unlike Snape, Wyzett cast his spells aloud, making it easy for everyone to catalogue his arsenal. Yet, as students compiled their lists, they realized his approach to magic was strikingly different from standard Hogwarts fare.
Take his Transfiguration, for example. Every student learned the basics after starting at Hogwarts, but few could maintain a massive conjured flow of water in a stable form—let alone wield it as an attacking serpent against a conjured flame.
To most, the idea of sustaining such a shape—then using it to duel—was well beyond their coursework.
Even Wyzett's Water-Making Spell was "off the charts." Normally, Aguamenti was used in Herbology to trickle water onto plants. But as Hermione, Justin, and others pointed out, Wyzett's version was like a firehose—enough to put out a house fire, not just water a flowerpot.
Some even recalled the swirling vortex in the Black Lake that night, confirming that Wyzett had drawn his torrent straight from the lake itself.
Older students quickly realized: Wyzett hadn't just mastered the Water-Making Spell—he'd grasped its underlying principles, unlocking new possibilities most never imagined.
As for why his Shield Charm burst with dazzling light, or whether his hailstorm counted as a weather spell—those were mysteries everyone wanted to solve…
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With so many questions, students flocked to their professors.
Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, after hearing the stories, not only analyzed the magical techniques involved but also showered Wyzett with praise.
This gave everyone a clearer picture of Wyzett's strength—and only fueled their curiosity further.
Soon, Wyzett found himself "enjoying" the sort of attention once reserved for Lockhart. In fact, some of Lockhart's old fans had already switched their allegiance to Wyzett.
They had every reason to believe that with such talent, Wyzett was destined for greatness. Some even dared whisper that he might one day become the next Albus Dumbledore.
But for Wyzett himself, all that adulation was more trouble than triumph.
Thankfully, he'd prepared for this. He compiled a thick reading list—every book he'd ever found useful—and handed out copies to anyone who asked for advice.
Whenever a classmate pressed for his secrets, he'd share the list and his study habits:
"I always summarize what I've learned, write down my thoughts and ideas, and revisit them regularly—updating and expanding as I go."
"Is it really that simple?" his admirers would ask, wide-eyed.
"Summarizing is crucial. Don't be afraid to imagine, experiment, and ask the professors for help—they're all brilliant witches and wizards. That's how I learned. Keep at it!"
With Wyzett's encouragement, a wildfire of academic enthusiasm swept the school in the run-up to Christmas. Students shuttled between common rooms and the library, clutching his reading list, and peppered their professors with questions after every class.
Though it meant extra work, the professors were delighted. With classroom energy at a high, they were more than willing to share their own magical tips and tricks.
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Of course, not everyone was celebrating. In the hospital wing, Lockhart wore a look of pure misery.
During his stay, only a handful of fans had visited in the first couple of days. After that, the stream of admirers dried up completely.
Worse yet, something far more distressing weighed on his mind.
Rubbing his bald scalp, Lockhart pleaded, "Madam—Madam Pomfrey, my hair… is it really… never going to grow back?"
"Yes, Professor Lockhart," Madam Pomfrey replied gently. "We've tried every hair-growth potion in the book, but nothing has worked."
"Your case is highly unusual—a classic 'wand backfire' accident. There simply isn't a targeted remedy for it."
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