Potions was followed by Charms from Professor Flitwick.
Gryffindor and Slytherin were having this lesson separately. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Ravenclaw.
As Ravenclaw did not have any classes in the morning, Lorne and Hermione came to the classroom after they parted ways and found that there were already many people sitting inside.
They were wearing blue robes and ties with the symbol of a crow.
Lorne randomly found a seat and sat down.
Soon, Professor Flitwick came in with a book in his arms. Professor Flitwick was very short and had white hair. He was a Ravenclaw dean with goblin blood.
However, it was such a short professor who had won several duels when he was studying at Hogwarts. This honor made him a well-deserved teacher of Charms.
Everyone in Ravenclaw was very respectful when they saw Professor Flitwick. Among all the professors, Professor Flitwick had the best personality, and even Lorne often heard other Eagle Academy students mention him.
"Alright, gentlemen, quiet down a little.”
Professor Flitwick sat down on a pile of books and tried to see every young wizard present.
He explained his course kindly.
"Levitation Charms, Fire Charms, Softening Charms, Cutting Charms, Lockpicking Charms, Locking Charms, Repairing Charms, these are all first years.”
"At the end, I will give you a test, so please listen carefully.”
said Professor Flitwick, picking up his spell and calling softly into a nearby book,
" WingardiumLevios."
Then, under the curious gazes of the surrounding young Magi, the thick book floated into the air.
"The spell we're going to be studying next time, and now open up your Standard Book of Spells, let me see, that book by Miranda Goshawk.”
At this moment, Lorne, who was hiding in the corner of the classroom, had quietly closed his Shura Eye. He had already seen the circuit of the magic power circulation just now, and even the movements of waving his wand had been copied.
"Let's try."
He muttered softly.
The wand in his hand reached out from his wide sleeve and gently tapped on a badge on the table.
He did not chant a spell, but waved his wand gently in imitation of the Professor's movements.
Soon, under Lorne's gaze, the bronze badge quickly floated up.
However, this scene happened to fall into the eyes of Professor Flitwick, who had been observing the students around him.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes because he did not see any movement or sound from Lorne's mouth.
Silent Curse!
This was an upper-grade course, and it was harder to learn than any spell he was currently teaching.
This was because if the Silent Spell was not controlled well, the power in the Magus 'body would explode, and he would not be able to control the power of his spell at all.
Furthermore, the power of a silent spell was much stronger than a spoken spell. Therefore, in the face of danger, most Magi would not recite a spell.
However, based on what he had just seen, the golden-haired handsome youth in the corner was able to easily control his power and make the badge slowly float.
"My Merlin, this is really rare.”
muttered Professor Flitwick.
But why was it from the same Snake Yard?
When he saw the familiar green robe, he could not help but shake his head.
Such a genius entering Slytherin was simply a waste.
If he were to carefully guide them, he had absolute confidence in grooming the next duel champion!
Maybe I should have a good chat with Snape?
The amiable Professor Flitwick found it hard to imagine himself thinking this.
But the talent that Lorne showed already contained the wisdom of Ravenclaw. If someone could make something float the first time through a spell, it was a talent for spells.
However, if he were to use a silent spell to control it, it would definitely contain intelligence.
The flow and control of the spell had to go through various detailed calculations.
Professor Flitwick, as a master of dueling, had spent many years to reach that stage.
At this moment, Lorne did not know that he had been targeted by the Dean of Ravenclaw.
Now, he was preparing to copy some other useful spells.
But where to copy it was a problem.
No one would perform all kinds of dangerous spells in front of a young wizard.
"Why don't we learn from Senior Tom?”
Though the name Voldemort was cursed, Tom was not.
He remembered that Professor Luo Qi seemed to possess Senior Tom.
As time passed, it was soon time for class to end.
However, just as Lorne was about to pack his things and return to the dormitory, Malfoy and his two followers blocked his way.
"What's the matter, my friend?”
Lorne raised his head and asked.
"Geralt, do you know anything about Quidditch matches?”
Malfoy was not here to find trouble, and he did not dare to find trouble. He now had two good spots in his hands, and he wanted to share them with Lorne.
Ever since Harry Potter had joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Malfoy had managed to get his father on the board to pull strings and get into the Slytherin team.
Coincidentally, after he joined Slytherin's team, a member of the team prepared to take the examination and then quit the team.
In other words, there was still one spot left. Naturally, Malfoy thought of his good brother.
With Geralt's strength, if he joined the team, the lion cubs would be nothing to fear!
As Malfoy, who had personally experienced Lorne's strength, he had the most say, so he begged his father, the board of directors, to give him the quota.
Although Dumbledore was the current headmaster and the Malfoy family couldn't interfere too deeply, such a small problem could still be solved.
"You want me to join Quidditch?"
Lorne asked in surprise.
"Yes, I believe that with you joining us, the two of us will definitely kill wantonly!”
Malfoy said confidently.
"Where are the seats now, Seeker?”
Lorne asked after thinking for a moment.
Joining a party was not a problem. It could also be used to kill some boring time.
However, the only position he had his eyes on now was the Seeker.
After all, if it was any other position, even if he got the highest score, once the Seeker lost, it would basically be for naught.
"No, Seeker's my spot!”
After Malfoy finished speaking, he saw Lorne preparing to turn around.
"Farewell!"
"No, no, no. Can we each play a game?”
said Malfoy hurriedly.
He really wanted to beat Harry once.
"Then it's settled."
Lorne nodded under Malfoy's hopeful gaze.
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