Professor Flitwick chuckled lightly and said again, "Alright, Miss Patil of Ravenclaw."
Parvati sat down, leaving the opportunity to her sister.
"The Arson Spell, also known as the Fire Creation Spell, is a spell that summons a jet of flame, which can be used to ignite things," Patil said loudly, "Miranda Goshawk described in 'Standard Spells', 'From lighting a warm fire to igniting a Christmas pudding, the Arson Spell has always been very useful in wizarding homes. However, this ability to create fire with just a flick of the magic wand can pose a danger to your classmates (worse, to your books).'"
"Very good, Ravenclaw gets five points." Professor Flitwick said, waving his hand, "Does anyone have anything to add? About the Arson Spell?"
Neville raised his hand.
Professor Flitwick gestured for him to answer the question.
"Additionally, the Arson Spell is the bane of the Devil's Snare." Neville stood up and answered, "In the first-year Herbology class, Professor Sprout mentioned this."
"Good, very good," Professor Flitwick said loudly, "Gryffindor gets five points!"
Impartiality is what defines the heads of the three houses, besides Snape.
Sometimes being too moral might not be a good thing for house points...
However, Professor Snape believes that as long as I have no morals, there's no moral issue—
"I need to remind you in advance that Flaming Bear is an advanced magic, once released, it's difficult to control the flames. The spell will create a blasting noise, accompanied by a flying orange fireball scattering everywhere," Professor Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice, "Additionally, this spell cannot penetrate the darkness caused by imported Peruvian Invisibility Smoke Bombs."
"Alright, let's move on to teaching everyone how to cast the Arson Spell, pay attention to my gestures, and the trajectory of my magic wand—" Professor Flitwick said, making a marking spell in the air, drawing an upward slant like an "A," then pulling it down, followed by drawing a semi-arc upwards.
"The specific trajectory is like this." Professor Flitwick drew the arrow mark of the magic wand's movement again, "See, just like this... the spell is Incendio (Flaming Bear)."
"Alright, listen to my command," Professor Flitwick spoke again, he waved his magic wand, conjured a fireproof barrier in front of the classmates, "Follow my movements, draw lines like the trajectory I marked, then cast the spell..."
"Incendio (Flaming Bear)!"
On the first spell cast, a few students successfully summoned a few small sparks.
"Beautiful, it's a good start, a good start!" Professor Flitwick praised the students enthusiastically.
Before he finished speaking, there was a bang as the sound of an explosion was heard.
Professor Flitwick was so startled that he nearly fell off the table but managed to steady himself.
He looked in the direction of the explosion and found the protective shield between Seamus and Neville shattered, their faces covered in soot, sporting explosive hairstyles, and both staring dumbfoundedly ahead.
Neville raised his head and puffed out a black smoke ring.
"I think we need a new shield, Professor," he said pitifully.
Professor Flitwick was used to it by now, every time he taught a new magic, Seamus always managed to add a little explosive element to it.
He certainly knew Seamus's potential in Explosion Spell, but teaching it to young wizards was not a good choice.
Blowing up the school would be a minor issue; what if students got blown up or injured?
"Watch me," Ron swung his magic wand, "Incedio (Flaming Bear)!"
The tip of the magic wand sparked with a crackling sound, but no flames appeared.
Unconvinced, Ron kept swinging his magic wand, trying to toss out some flames.
But it turned out that effort alone couldn't cast the spell.
"Stop, stop now!" Hermione grabbed Ron's arm: "You're going to blind someone—also, I need to correct you, your pronunciation is a bit off—it's incendio, not incendo, you're missing an 'i' sound!"
Ron pouted but accepted Hermione's correction humbly.
No choice, he couldn't possibly fight Hermione, right?
Harry, standing beside Ron, listening, couldn't help but imagine a scene...
For instance... Voldemort casting Avada Kedavra.
Hermione suddenly appeared, grabbing Voldemort: "Stop, stop now, you're going to blind someone—also, I need to correct you, it's Avada Kedavra, not @#!￥%..."
With this mental image, Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing.
After class, Harry couldn't stop thinking about it, sitting in the hall, shoulders shaking with laughter as he lay on the table.
"Harry, what's up?" Ron asked, puzzled; he couldn't understand why his friend was so amused.
Harry shared the imagined scene with Ron and Seamus Neville.
They couldn't hold it in either, releasing a fit of explosive laughter.
"Oh my, Harry," Neville said, wiping away tears of laughter, "I really—I never thought you'd be so humorous and funny..."
"Come on, do I usually come across as very serious?" Harry asked, dissatisfied.
"Oh, not really," Ron said, rubbing his belly, "it's just amusing, that's all."
At this moment, the Weasley twins approached, faces full of excitement.