Chapter 238: Instinctive Spellcasting
The young wizards chattered away, discussing fervently. Harry found that many had experienced similar occurrences.
"My mum told
that when I was little, I got so angry once that I made the dishes explode!"
"When I was seven, my aunt tried to make
eat fishy greens, and I made them vanish instead."
"I accidentally fell into the water, swallowed so, and then I found myself floating!"
Felix Harp listened quietly. As the discussion gradually subsided, he posed another question, "Can all of you still do similar things now?"
The group fell into silence.
Draco Malfoy smirked, his tone haughty, "Professor Harp, for so of us from longstanding wizarding families, it's not a difficult feat."
Ron couldn't hold back, "Are you saying you can do it right now?"
"Of course," Draco taunted, glancing around, "For families like the Malfoys with ancient legacies..." he emphasized, then cast a challenging look at Harry and Ron, proudly proclaiming, "I used to undergo such training when I was a child. During sumr vacations, I often played chess like this with my father."
He turned to Felix, "Allow
to demonstrate, Professor."
Felix Harp nodded in agreent.
Draco fixed his gaze on the teapot and teacups on the small table. After a mont, a teacup with blue patterns leapt into the air, floating a foot above.
The teapot wobbled and then floated up, pouring amber tea as it tilted.
Draco's forehead glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as the teapot trembled violently. He controlled it to settle back onto the table with a resounding "thud," followed by the teacup gracefully gliding toward him.
He caught the teacup in one hand, took a sip of tea, and a pale smile crossed his face. He inclined his head slightly, "Fine tea leaves, Professor Harp."
Harry watched in astonishnt; Malfoy never exhibited this kind of ability before.
Ron, unconvinced, said, "Malfoy, I never saw you casting any spells when we started first year!"
Draco grinned, mocking, "It's not a good thing to be exposed to wands and spells too early, didn't anyone tell you that? Ha! Weasley?" He sneered heavily on the na "Weasley."
Given the breadth of his taunting, the twins nearly leaped to retaliate; even Percy gave him a stern look.
Draco quickly shrunk back.
"Alright," Felix signaled for them to halt, "Mr. Malfoy has shown us a remarkable example, and he deserves a round of applause."
The sound of clapping echoed, with Slytherin's applause sounding particularly enthusiastic. Pansy Parkinson gazed at him with adoration, whispering to him in hushed tones.
"Returning to the initial question, in most cases, young witches and wizards unintentionally perform magic due to heightened emotions. This is considered a sign of possessing magical potential."
However, displaying magic in a calm state, to unveil its wonders, proves to be not quite as easy.
This relates to the growth stages of young wizards - generally between six and ten years old, your magical abilities will experience a significant surge. The activity of magic will be much higher than it is now, which makes it difficult to control your power, resulting in slight bouts of uncontrolled magic when emotions run high..."
Felix Harp paused for a mont, allowing them to grasp the aning of his words, then continued, "After starting school, you'll be exposed to nurous spells and magical practices, which to so extent, channels this process. And because your initial developnt has passed, your minds are more mature, and your magical abilities tend to stabilize, making it unlikely for instances of magical outbursts. Except for so exceptions—" he glanced at Harry.
Harry imdiately understood what the professor ant; he had experienced a burst of magic just a few months ago, which Professor Harp had described as his magic being "like a bunch of continuously leaping and burning flas."
Hermione raised her hand, "Professor? Is it because young wizards encounter regulated magical education after enrollnt, which makes magic more controllable?"
"That's one factor, indeed. In fact, during your second developnt stage—between the third year and adulthood, you almost don't sense the restlessness of magic. This is the reason."
Felix snapped his fingers, conjuring a fla from the fireplace, curling around his hand.
"Unconscious spellcasting during childhood fundantally ans you unconsciously align with a certain spell. Your magic senses your strong emotions and operates spontaneously."
"Stable spellcasting after enrollnt, and the silent, wandless spellcasting in adulthood... in a way, we are simply reclaiming the instinct of spellcasting."
"Reclaiming instinct..." the young wizards chewed on these words, an exploration into the essence of magic they had never experienced before.
Felix smiled, "You can try this process." He waved his hand, extinguishing the fla, and the tea cup on the table duplicated itself into a pair, then a heap, landing in front of them.
Harry stared at the tea cup in front of him. I want to make it float. He thought.
However, the process wasn't easy; the cup remained motionless.
Professor Harp's voice seed to co from beyond, carrying a certain allure and suggestion. It might have been a trick of the light, but Harry felt like he caught a fleeting glint of silver in the professor's eyes.
"Maintain focus—stay sensitive—keep confidence—"
Harry redirected his attention to the tea cup before him. This ti, it took little effort for the cup to levitate. A rush of imnse joy surged within him, akin to when he first learned from Hagrid that he was a wizard or the exhilaration of successfully casting a spell for the first ti.
I did it...
"I did it!" He looked up at Professor Harp, realizing the professor was smiling at him.
Harry surveyed the room; he seed to be the only one who succeeded so quickly. But Draco also managed it quite soon after, looking at Harry with surprise, hesitating, "Potter..." He did have a foundation in this area.
Harry didn't pay him any mind; he turned to the others and noticed that everyone seed to enter a state of intense concentration. They only erged from it upon succeeding.
Cho Chang was still trying; Hermione's face had turned red; Cedric Diggory's cup was dangerously wobbling but he managed it, barely.
One minute, two minutes, success ca one after another.
Hermione was the seventh. She glanced at the others, "Oh." Her expression carried a hint of disappointnt.
Felix Harp smiled, "This doesn't indicate the level of potential. You might be overly rational and rarely have experience in this aspect." He told the successful ones, "You can keep practicing or observe others, feeling this transformation."
More and more people succeeded. Throughout the process, Felix continued to suggest, "Focus... Sensitivity... Confidence... You can do it!"
When the last person made the cup float from a distance, half an hour had already passed, yet Harry hardly felt the passage of ti.
This chapter was quite challenging to write...
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