A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The little wizards talked about it, and Harry found that many people have had similar experiences.

"My mother told me that when I was a kid I lost my temper and blew up dishes!"

"When I was seven years old, my aunt insisted on giving me Houttuynia cordata, but I lost it."

"I accidentally fell into the water, choked a few saliva, and found myself floating!"

Felix listened quietly, and when the discussion subsided, he asked another question: "Then can you do something similar now?"

The crowd was silent.

Draco Malfoy showed a reserved smile: "Professor Haip, for some families with a long tradition, this is not difficult."

Ron couldn't help but say, "You mean you can do it, right now?"

"Of course," Draco gave a mocking glance, "the Malfoy family has a long tradition..." he emphasized again, then looked at Harry and Ron with provocative eyes, and said triumphantly, "I've been subjected to it since I was a child. Similar training, I often play chess with my father like this during summer vacation..."

He looked at Felix. "Allow me to show you, Professor."

Felix nodded in agreement.

Draco stared at the teapot and cups on the small table, and after a moment, a teacup with a blue pattern jumped up and floated at a height of a foot.

The teapot also swayed and flew up, the body of the pot tilted, and the amber-colored tea was poured from the spout.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Draco's forehead, and the teapot shook violently. He controlled the teapot to fall back onto the small table, making a thud, and then the teacup flew towards him lightly.

He took the teacup and took a sip of the tea. A smile appeared on his pale face. He bowed slightly and said, "Excellent tea, Professor Haipu."

Harry watched all this in amazement, something Malfoy didn't usually show.

Ron said in disbelief, "Malfoy, I didn't see you spell anything when I entered the first year!"

Draco grinned and sneered. "Premature exposure to wands and spells is not a good thing, hasn't anyone told you? Huh! Weasley?"

The twins almost jumped out and beat him, given the wide scope of the taunt, and Percy looked at him badly.

Draco shrank his neck quickly.

"Okay," Felix gestured for them to stop. "Mr. Malfoy showed us a good example, and he needs a little applause."

The sparse voice sounded, and the applause belonging to Slytherin was more enthusiastic. Pansy Parkinson looked at him with admiration and whispered to him.

"Back to the original question, in most cases, young wizards cast spells unconsciously because of emotional agitation, which is also seen as a sign of wizard qualifications.

It is not so easy to show the magic of magic in a calm state.

This is related to the growth stage of the little wizards-usually between six and ten years old, your magic power will have a huge improvement, and the magic power is much more active than it is now, which makes it difficult for you to control your own power and emotions. There is a slight loss of control when agitated..."

Felix paused for a moment to let them understand the meaning of these words, and continued: "After entering the school, you will be exposed to a lot of spells and magic practices, which eases the process to a certain extent. And because the first development has passed. , your minds are more mature, and your magic power has stabilized, and it is difficult for riots to occur again. Except for some accidents-" He glanced at Harry.

Harry understood immediately what the professor meant. He had only experienced a magical riot a few months ago, and in the words of Professor Hepp at the time, his magical powers were "like a flame that kept jumping and burning".

Hermione raised her hand, "Professor? Is it because the little wizard has been exposed to standardized magic teaching after entering school, making magic more controllable?"

"There's this factor, and in fact, in your second development -- from third grade to adulthood, you hardly feel the restlessness of the magic, and it's for this reason."

Felix snapped his fingers, and a wisp of flame flew from the fireplace and wrapped around his hand.

"The unconscious spellcasting when you were young is essentially that you unintentionally fit a certain spell. The magic senses your strong emotions, and runs and mobilizes spontaneously.

Steady spellcasting at the time of entry, and silent, wandless spellcasting after maturity... To a certain extent, we are just getting back our own spellcasting instincts. "

"Retrieve instinct..." The little wizards kept chewing on these words. This kind of search for the essence of magic power was something they had never experienced before.

Felix smiled and said, "You can try this process." He waved his hand to extinguish the flame, and the teacups on the table were duplicated, and then a pile appeared and fell in front of them.

Harry stared at the teacup in front of him, and I wanted it to float. he thinks.

But the process is not easy, the cup is motionless.

Professor Heppe's voice seemed to come from the sky, with some kind of temptation and suggestion, maybe it was wrong, but Harry felt that he saw the silver light flashing in the professor's eyes.

"Stay Focused - Be Sensitive - Be Confident -"

Harry turned his attention back to the teacup in front of him, and this time it floated with little effort, and his heart was filled with great joy, as if he had learned from Hagrid that he was a wizard for the first time. , or the joy of successfully chanting a mantra for the first time.

I did it……

"I did it!" He looked up at Professor Hepp, who was smiling at him.

Harry looked around, he was the only one who had succeeded as quickly as he did. But Draco did it soon enough. He raised his head, looked at Harry in amazement, and said hesitantly, "Potter..." He had a foundation in that regard.

Harry ignored him, turned his head to look at the others, and found that everyone seemed to be in a state of extreme concentration, and they would only get out of this state when they succeeded.

Qiu Zhang was still trying, Hermione blushed, and Cedric's cup was shaky, but he was barely successful.

One minute, two minutes, one after another succeeded.

Hermione was the seventh, and she looked up at the others. "Oh." Her expression was a little lost.

Felix smiled and said: "This does not represent the level of potential, you may be too rational, and usually have little experience in this area." He said to successful people: "You can continue to practice, or you can watch other people, Feel the change."

More and more people succeeded, and Felix kept insinuating in the process: "Focus...sensitivity...confidence...you can do it!"

Half an hour had passed by the time the last man let the glass float away, but Harry barely felt the passage of time.

This chapter is so hard to write...