Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The afternoon class is Professor Flitwick's curse class.

He was small in stature and stood on top of a pile of books.

"My class today is...Fire Curse." Flitwick dragged the end sound and stretched it for a while, as if he wanted to sell it off, and then said it.

"We learned it!" a few students said loudly.

"No, that's just a superficial application. To pass the exam to get a high score, you must master it more deeply." The moustache on Flitwick's face trembled emotionally with his expression.

"The flame curse is an extremely practical curse. It has powerful light and heat properties and can cause great damage to evil creatures such as corpses."

Whispers from the podium.

"I know, I have taught you before, but that is not deep enough."

"All spells can be used in conjunction to cause extremely strong damage, or other effects. This lesson is not only to teach you advanced usage, but also hope that you can broaden your mind."

"For another example, the combination of the Fire Curse and the Clear Water Curse can create a large cloud of illusory fog that interferes with the enemy's sight."

To illustrate, Flitwick summoned a violent flame from nowhere, and a clear spring was spilled from the lampshade on the ceiling, and the two quickly merged together, constantly making sizzling noises and smoke. Diffuse.

For a time, mist rose in the entire classroom.

"The whirlwind swept away." The teacher's voice sounded again, and a small hurricane soon rolled up, and the smoke was blown away again, and the short teacher reappeared in front of them.

"If it is paired with a deep enough transformation technique, many powerful beast-shaped creatures can be transformed into pure flames."

Flitwick only raised the magic wand in his hand, and a fire lotus suddenly bloomed above the classroom, and a fire-red raven slowly broke free from it.

He glanced at the surrounding students with his wise eyes.

It is completely different from the silver-white patron saint.

The functions are also very different.

It is rare to hear that the patron saint can participate in battle, and their main function is not here.

The raven covered in flames waved its wings purely composed of flames. The fire wave trembled. It flew around the classroom a few times. Some sparks splashed down from mid-air, and then shone sharply, sending out a violent The light was annihilated in mid-air in an instant.

In the end, the whole body suddenly flew out of the window and disappeared.

Soon the students around him were praised.

"But these skills are still far away from you."

"Today's task is to hollow out these iron rods with a flame curse, leaving the outer shell-that is to say, making it into a pipe."

"It's not allowed to use a transformation spell to be directly applied to an object. This is the rule."

"Tools-flames are not subject to this restriction."

The pitch-black iron rods of similar length and thickness were laid down in front of everyone's table.

Malfoy picked it up at random, observed it, and looked at it a few times. It was dark and absorbed the surrounding light.

What I was thinking about was not the upcoming class test, but the changes in the Hogwarts curriculum.

Paying attention to actual combat, even the curse lesson was not spared.

This not only tests the skill of manipulation, but also sets a threshold. If the temperature is not high enough, there is no way for even the steel to melt.

Only after reaching a certain level can you lift the weight lightly.

The molten iron melted, and quickly solidified uncontrollably, even more messy than before, and the newly formed iron lumps were entangled into a ball.It's as if the edge of the knife is still very old, and it has become more rough.

Neville's forehead was full of sweat, and his iron rod now showed no signs of melting.

Ron directly burned through, and an iron rod was burned into two pieces.

Harry looked in front of him intently, manipulating a thick flame, and carefully stretched it toward the center of the column.

For a time, many flames appeared everywhere in the classroom.

"Draco? Are you done?" Pansy looked at Malfoy, who had stopped, in surprise. He had already begun to cool down, letting the roasted iron rod cool down quickly.

The flame controlled by Pansy's wand slanted abruptly, about to ignite his robe, but he didn't notice it.

"It's about to burn your robe." Malfoy lifted his wand up again, spurring a jet of water at the robe that was about to ignite.

Turn it off.

"I'll finish it first." Malfoy shook his head, temporarily not accepting Pansy's words.

"Okay." Pansy stuck out his tongue, and almost burned himself just now. She was a little embarrassed, and she rarely showed her weak side.

If it were not long ago, as the prefect of Slytherin, she would naturally set an example at all times..

Malfoy came back, and the strong barrier she had built in her atrium not long ago collapsed again because she had relied on.

"Okay, stop!"

Flitwick waved the magic wand in his hand again, and the legs of the table in front of everyone shrank unanimously, just matching his height to review.

He jumped off the book, then walked in front of all the students and started patrolling.

"Mr. Longbottom, very progressed, I guess you might get a good result in future exams." He praised and stopped at Neville's desk for a while.

I picked up the pipe with some burrs in the inner layer and looked at it, and put it in front of my eyes, as if using a telescope.

"Miss Granger, very good!"

The iron rod in front of Hermione's table was handled by her, and the inner circle was quite flat and smooth.

Finally, Flitwick walked to Malfoy's table.

"Perhaps it really missed some courses."

Flitwick thought, and shook his head.

He saw that the iron rod had been pierced through a small opening, it could be called a failure, and there was no need to look any more.

"Cut..." Ron couldn't help but laughed.

But Flitwick stopped again.

"Excellent control!" Flitwick coughed a few times as if realizing that he was excited, covering up his emotions.

Looking at other students a little puzzled.

Then he flicked his magic wand.

A breeze passed through it.

The ethereal whistle sounded.

The heavy iron pipe was transformed into a long iron whistle.

For pure transfiguration, this is very simple, and it can be done in the third grade, but to complete such a fine carving with a flame curse, even Flitwick had to think about it.

"Slytherin, plus... ten." Flitwick still restrained a bit. In the final analysis, Malfoy gave him a bad impression after the hostage incident.

Actually there is no problem adding 20 points

As soon as he raised his hand, the wand moved a few times flexibly with his fingers.

The corners of all tables began to "grow" again, and the elongation returned to its original shape.

Outside the castle, not far away, the clock tower rang twelve times at the same time.

Flitwick’s curse course is over.

"How about giving it to me?" After class, Pansy walked quickly to the side of Malfoy's seat, took the iron whistle in his hand and played with it, pleading with a slightly coquettish tone.

"I will cherish it." The girl was afraid he would disagree

"It's just..." Malfoy wanted to say something, but when he saw that Pansy had taken it away, he stopped talking

"Okay." He nodded.

He just felt that this could not be regarded as something of value, and it was not very good as a gift.

"Then I will remodel it again."

Pansy took it with reluctance.

The faint flames wandered on the steel, as if turned into a sharp carving knife, carefully carved on it.

A lifelike kitten was quickly carved out, curled up to form a "P" letter, printed on the whistle.

"It's good if you don't dislike it."

"Of course not." Pan Xi cherished it in his arms.