"Thank you, The Grey Lady."
Sean thanked her sincerely.
The Young Wizards behind him, who didn't understand what was happening, saw the ghost float away and the stairs settle into place.
They surged forward like a rising tide.
"Sean, how did you do that?"
Amidst the discussions, Michael's voice reached Sean's ears.
Anthony and Terry also perked up their ears.
"Hogwarts Castle was built in the tenth century, and the rotating staircases in the Castle were designed by Lady Ravenclaw..."
When Sean said this,
the three of them understood.
It's just that in such a desperate situation, who would have thought of that!
More importantly, asking a ghost for help,
Michael thought it was a joke from the Prefect.
"But how did you know that The Grey Lady could influence the rotating staircases?"
Michael asked in a low voice.
"I didn't know, but trying is better than doing nothing."
Sean replied... They still made it to the Charms Class classroom, and the bell rang just as they entered.
The Young Wizards sat down, their faces flushed.
The seating arrangement in the Charms Class classroom was unique.
There was a corridor in the very middle, and on either side were four rows of connected seats.
Sean found the nearest seat and sat down, right next to Hermione, who had her head buried in a book.
There was no one next to her until Sean sat down,
followed by Michael, Terry, and Anthony.
"You almost arrived late."
Hermione's voice came out muffled from her book.
Sean nodded and looked towards the stack of books at the end of the corridor.
The Professor teaching Charms was an unusually small Wizard, Professor Flitwick.
As soon as he appeared from behind the first row of seats, he attracted the attention of all the Young Wizards.
Everyone looked curiously at the Professor, who was only one meter tall, and his fluffy white hair and beard.
He turned around, and step by step, climbed to the top of the stack of books.
This made everyone's jaws drop.
After he stood firm, the Young Wizards all chuckled involuntarily.
"Alright, alright, a little laughter isn't a bad thing, is it?"
Professor Flitwick didn't seem to mind at all. He adjusted his collar and continued in a relaxed voice,
"A Spell is a skill every Wizard should learn.
If a Wizard cannot cast a Spell, what right does he have to be called a Wizard?"
As he spoke, he waved his wand.
Without him even uttering a Spell, books flew up.
They swayed at the command of Professor Flitwick's wand.
One moment they were as large as a desk, the next as small as a fingernail.
Professor Flitwick gave a gentle flick, and they replicated into dozens of copies,
finally transforming into various animals that ran and jumped.
Hermione looked curiously at a rabbit that ran to her desk.
With a "bang," the animals all turned into fireworks and disappeared.
"Cool!"
"Wow!"
Excited and surprised shouts came from the Young Wizards below.
Professor Flitwick smiled and nodded.
Charms Class began with this excitement.
Just as Sean remembered, Professor Flitwick explained the theory of magic in an easy-to-understand way.
Then, he began to teach the simplest Spell—the Lumos Spell.
"The key to Lumos is the movement of the wrist; the pause must be firm..."
Professor Flitwick's voice echoed in the classroom.
Everyone tried their best, and most succeeded.
[You practiced Lumos at an introductory level, proficiency +3]
[You practiced Lumos at an introductory level, proficiency +3]
...The tip of Sean's wand glowed continuously.
"It worked!"
Michael practiced three times, and the tip of his wand began to glow.
He excitedly turned around and saw Terry's wand tip also emitting Lumos.
As for Anthony, he seemed to have learned it in advance, succeeding on his first try.
"Alright,"
Michael pouted and went to another Young Wizard.
"Sean?"
[You practiced Lumos at an introductory level, proficiency +3]
"Sean?"
[You practiced Lumos at a skilled level, proficiency +10]
"Hmm? Sean, didn't you hear me?"
Michael leaned over, tilting his head.
But Sean's mind was only filled with Professor Flitwick's voice—
"If you can't cast Lumos, you should try one method:
imagine yourself in complete darkness, longing for light, ah, how you long for light..."
"Longing..."
Sean murmured. He recalled the nights in the orphanage, rooms where the electricity was cut off early and there wasn't even candlelight.
At that time, London still harbored fugitives, and wind and snow hit the drafty windows, making crackling sounds.
Sean lay in his sickbed; he wasn't afraid, but the longing for light lingered.
"I have a wand now,"
Sean said,
"Lumos!"
[You practiced Lumos at a master level, proficiency +300]
"Merlin! Everyone look at Mr. Sean Green!"
Professor Flitwick excitedly ran down from the stack of books.
The entire classroom was enveloped in a soft glow.
The Young Wizards all held their breath, looking at the ball of light, which was at least ten times larger, and the Young Wizard holding his wand, his hair shimmering silver-white.
"Perfect Lumos! I'll award Ravenclaw ten points!"
The Young Wizards heard Professor Flitwick say... "Sean, Sean, how did you do it? Teach me, I really want to learn this."
Michael chattered incessantly in his ear.
"It's emotion,"
Sean said seriously,
"magic is inherent in the Wizard himself. Its strength depends on the Wizard's emotions or mental power."
"Emotion?"
Michael repeated, and Anthony, Terry, and Hermione, who were eavesdropping behind him, also looked thoughtful.
In the instant they were stunned, Sean had already turned into the Great Hall.
Justin sat down beside him as if he had a radar.
He always managed to find Sean.
Sean was curiously poking at a steak and kidney pudding, wondering what kind of mindset British Wizards had when inventing this dish.
He ate his food and pondered.
"magical theory" repeatedly emphasized mental power and emotion,
such as:
"When you master a Spell, to truly unleash its maximum power,
you still need sufficient mental power." Such phrases appeared repeatedly in the book.
Sean thought that mental power was probably an aggregate, containing a Wizard's mental level and emotions.
Mental level was probably something like willpower.
And emotion was not difficult to understand.
These two points combined were the key to advancing his "I guess power."
The influence of emotion on magic was significant, and this was probably where magic was most idealistic.
Molly, Mrs. Weasley, who had lost a child and had to protect another, was provoked by Bellatrix's mention of Fred's death during the final battle.
Mrs. Weasley, in a furious rage, screamed:
"Not — my — daughter — you — bitch!"
Immediately, five Nonverbal spells instantly turned the tide, defeating Bellatrix.
Harry, by the lake in the Forbidden Forest, to protect the life of his godfather, Black,
shouted:
"Ex—pec—to—Pa—tro—num!"
The next moment, he unleashed an extremely powerful Patronus Charm, driving away hundreds of Dementors.
These examples made Sean realize
how powerful emotion's position was in magic.
"If the emotion for the Lumos Spell is longing, then what is it for the Scouring Charm?"
Thinking this, Sean unconsciously bid farewell to Justin and headed to the Greenhouse.
Huh?
Justin?
Sean looked back at Justin again.