Chapter 38: Known in the martial arts world as the Little Fire God
Frustrated by this setback, Hermione immediately began to think about ways to become stronger after receiving comfort.
"How about we set aside half a day each week to practice magic? Just reading spells and theories without actual training will make it hard to improve. Spells need to be practiced more."
"Yes, I'd like to practice more magic too." That was a good thing, and Ethan Jones naturally agreed wholeheartedly.
After being discouraged, Hermione yearned to become stronger. Even though she didn't have talent, she believed that with more practice, she could catch up with or even surpass those with talent.
Now she is full of energy: "Let's start tomorrow. After breakfast tomorrow, we'll find a place where we can practice freely and settle down there. We'll practice there every Sunday from now on."
Ethan Jones was actually a little reluctant to go to practice so early in the morning. He wanted to enjoy the weekend, but he didn't want to dampen Hermione's enthusiasm, so he could only reluctantly agree.
On their way to the library, Hermione kept discussing with Ethan Jones which places might be suitable for practice.
After refuting a few points, Ethan Jones added, "Hagrid's place is good. Nobody goes there usually, and you can rest there when you're tired. It's a perfect choice."
Hermione thought about it and realized that Ethan Jones's suggestions were more constructive than her own suggestions about places like the Black Lake or the grounds behind the castle.
She had a slight concern: "It's good, but I don't know Hagrid. Wouldn't that be a bit presumptuous?"
"Probably not, Hagrid is very hospitable, but what you said makes sense."
Ethan Jones thought about it and realized that Hermione's concerns were not unfounded. After all, he had only known Hagrid for a few days and was far from being a descendant of someone like Harry, whose parents had a long-standing relationship with him.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about this, we'll go together tomorrow morning. You wait for me a little further away. I'll go inside first and talk to Hagrid. If he agrees, I'll introduce you to Hagrid. What do you think?"
Hermione thought the suggestion was good, and said happily, "That's a good idea. Even if he disagrees, neither of us will feel awkward. We can just find another place and that's it. It's a great solution."
Ethan Jones actually thought of an even more suitable place—the Room of Requirement—but he didn't know which corridor in the castle the famous tapestry was hanging in.
"Once I've gotten to know the castle better, I'm determined to find this mysterious space!" He made up his mind and entered the library with Hermione.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Ethan Jones said goodbye to Hermione at the library entrance, carrying the two books he had just borrowed, and walked out of the castle.
He also wanted to practice the two spells he had just learned, but he didn't want to discourage Hermione too much because she was around.
When he unleashed the Impervius charm in front of Hermione, he consciously restrained himself somewhat.
He truly possessed a talent for fire magic that surpassed that of other spells; he could clearly feel himself controlling the power of this magic.
In the same familiar spot, on the same familiar lake, his resolve was firm, and he clearly chanted the incantation: "Impervius!"
"Boom!" With a flash of blue light, a flame much larger than Hermione had ever seen appeared on the lake surface.
"Just as I thought!"
But he felt that this was not his limit; the blue flame could burn even more intensely.
He unleashed the magic again, this time thinking, "Greater, greater, the more powerful the better!"
"Impervius!"
A flame the size of a wheel appeared next to the blue flame, instantly dwarfing the previous basketball-sized flame.
"This should be my limit right now, but I believe I can get stronger. Sooner or later, it will be as big as a door or even a house." He had wonderful fantasies in his heart.
"Hehe!" He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Try the lowest power setting again."
Using the same method, he released a flame the size of a ping-pong ball, which lasted for about half a minute before extinguishing in the lake.
He then tested the Incendio spell in the same way. This low-level spell was much less powerful. Even at its maximum, it only managed to ignite a small patch of grass, creating about one square meter of scorched earth.
Looking at the damage he had caused, he stuck out his tongue and looked around guiltily: "Hopefully no one will complain about the damage to the lawn."
The experiment was almost over, and he walked happily toward his dormitory: "Although Professor Flitwick is right, wizards are gods, but I am not yet as omnipotent as the God in the Bible."
However, having achieved this level of skill, wouldn't it be fair for me to call myself a "Little Vulcan"?
"Hmm? Can I control these flames?"
He was so engrossed in having fun that he remembered something he hadn't done earlier. Luckily, he hadn't gone far from Black Lake, so he turned back to test whether he could actually control the flames.
"According to the book, some high-end flame bloodlines can be immune to fire damage. I can control black fire, so I should be able to do that too, right?" He wasn't sure if he could do it.
"Just in case, let's start with the less powerful Incendio spell. If we get hurt, we can get treatment at the Hospital Wing." He believed that the Hospital Wing, which could treat even missing bones and make them grow back easily, couldn't possibly fail to treat a small burn.
After casting the Incendio spell, he slowly brought his hand close to the burning grass.
After feeling the heat from the flames, he hesitated. If he failed, he would look foolish.
Watching the faint flames burn towards the roots of the grass and gradually weaken, he hardened his heart: "If I don't try now, I'll have to try later. The sooner I die, the sooner I'll be reborn. Let's do it."
With my eyes closed, I reached out and grasped the nearly burnt-out blade of grass.
The burning sensation I had imagined didn't occur; instead, a warm feeling appeared in my palm.
He opened his eyes and confirmed that he was holding a burning flame, which was now burning even more fiercely than before.
"I can indeed control flames!" He swept his hand upwards, and the flames that were burning on the grass blades were transferred to his palm, leaving only scorch marks on the grass blades.
He raised his palm, held the flame in front of him, and silently prayed, "Make the fire stronger, make it even stronger."
The fireball in his palm grew larger and larger according to his thoughts, until it became the size of a tennis ball. Ethan Jones then stopped it from growing any further, and the fireball stopped at that size.