Chapter 46 Hello, Professor Flitwick
Time always passes by inadvertently.
The second day after returning from Narnia.
In the morning, with the passionate tunes of the accordion, Ino ended a night of deep sleep.
Timing is a method he figured out in the valley. In the last period of time, he was bored and could only fiddle with the accordion, hum a tune, and record.
Besides, it is not a problem to always use Malfoy's humanoid alarm clock.
Sitting up from the bed, Ino took out the class schedule from the bedside drawer.
Slytherin, the first spell class in the morning, very good.
For the spell class, even if the White Witch called it a trick that was not up to the standard, it did not affect his love for spells at all.
In fact, when he received the magic gifted by the other party, he found the problem. The two are not in the same system at all, and they are like chickens and ducks talking.
The White Witch is closer to the wizard in dnd, a high-output, turret flow. Compared with the magic of Hogwarts, it is more like fairy tales, imaginative spells, and transfiguration that makes your wishes come true...
One is born for fighting, and the other is created for life.
If he really cares about it, he still prefers the magic of Hogwarts. After all, no matter what, it is still for enjoying life.
In the various novels and biographies I have read, it is difficult to understand why the protagonists in the story always have to work hard to stand on the top of the mountain.
One mountain after another, constantly climbing.
You have been working hard all your life, and even if you stand on the top of the mountain by chance in the end, what can you do? It's just missing all the scenery along the way.
Just like the story of the fisherman and the rich man, the rich man looked at the fisherman who was leisurely basking in the sun on the beach, and couldn't help but persuade him to work hard to make more money.
The fisherman asked the rich man, what's the use of making money.
The rich man said, when you make enough money, you can buy a lot of boats and rent them out, so that you can bask in the sun leisurely at home.
The fisherman replied, am I not basking in the sun leisurely now?
There is no right or wrong in the story, or both of them are right.
But Ino still prefers the fisherman, just as he prefers the magic of Hogwarts.
He is unwilling to interfere with other people's lifestyles, but he can decide his own lifestyle.
...
On the sixth floor of the castle, the spell classroom.
Professor Flitwick still used his humorous teaching method to explain the origin of the Unlocking Spell and the standard spell-breaking method to the little wizards.
He always lets students master as much knowledge as possible in a lively and interesting class.
Just like the new spell learned today - the Unlocking Spell.
During the class, Professor Flitwick not only brought a huge lock that was taller than him, but also asked the little wizards to practice in pairs. The loser would be locked in the corner of the wall by the big lock for the whole class.
In this kind of playful learning, time often passes quickly, and the ninety-minute spell class ends in laughter.
Everyone left the classroom one after another. Ino also packed up his books. Just as he walked to the door, he heard Professor Flitwick's voice behind him.
"Mr. Swinburne! Please wait a moment." Professor Flitwick said while standing on a chair.
"Good day! Professor. Do you have any instructions for me?"
Ino had given up on the idea of a private class, but who would have thought that after three months, he would finally be called by Professor Flitwick again.
"Just to talk to you, if you have time."
"Of course! It's my honor, professor." Ino said cheerfully.
Professor Flitwick called him to chat, and he couldn't refuse no matter what. Even if the next class was Potions, he would skip the class without hesitation.
"That's good!" Professor Flitwick nodded. "In fact, I discovered a problem since your first spells class."
"Your magic power is far greater than that of others in the same grade. You are a first-year student, but you give me the same feeling as a third-year student. And this time, it has been only a week since the last spells class, and your magic power is like that of a fourth-year student."
Professor Flitwick finished speaking happily, but Ino was miserable.
He secretly left the welfare home to avoid the accelerated growth of his body.
But... fate has changed. He escaped the body but not the magic.
Professor Flitwick seemed to see the distress of the student in front of him, and chuckled:
"Everyone should have their own secrets! As a professor, my responsibility is to educate and guide, not to explore the secrets of students."
After speaking, Professor Flitwick looked up at the door and found that there were a few more little heads hiding outside the classroom.
Having taught at Hogwarts for decades, he knew very well what that meant, and immediately said calmly:
"Mr. Swinburne! If you are not in a hurry, I would like to invite you to my office. I have dancing cakes there."
"Professor, you can call me Ino. As for going to your office, it is my honor." Ino replied with a smile.
At the same time, he also admired Professor Flitwick's wisdom in his heart.
As for the few people eating melons at the door, they thought they were hiding well, hiding in the blind spot of vision, but they didn't know that the shadows under their feet had already betrayed them.
And Professor Flitwick proposed to go to the office, and Ino also knew that this was not to avoid gossip. After all, a soundproofing spell could perfectly solve the problem, and there was no need to do it.
The other party did this to give him time to adapt... or to let him make up some seemingly reasonable stories as much as possible, so as not to be caught off guard when talking.
If there is a sudden lull, both sides will be very embarrassed.
...
The office of the spell class.
"Try it! Dancing little cakes!" Professor Flitwick took out a plate of golden little cakes from the drawer like a child offering a treasure.
In the face of the invitation, Ino was not polite and picked up one to taste it.
However, the taste was beyond his expectations. It was not that it was so delicious, but that he tasted the long-lost taste of his hometown in the cake.
It was not the bland soup of the welfare home, but the real cooking, frying, and stir-frying...
For a long time.
Ino slowly swallowed the cake in his mouth, and a trace of reluctance and attachment flashed in his eyes.
"Professor? This..."
"This is magic!" Professor Flitwick smiled, "I baked the cake with magic, which is much better than some people going to Honeydukes to place an order."
"In your opinion, what is magic?"
Faced with Professor Flitwick's question, Ino quickly thought of the standard answer in the original book, which was also a question that Mad-Eye Moody had asked.
"Professor, I think magic is the quality of casting spells, just like when I cast a fire spell, I may only be able to ignite the firewood in the fireplace, and you can probably burn down a forest with the same spell."
"It's a strange metaphor, but your fire spell can do more than just ignite firewood."
Professor Flitwick said half-jokingly, then changed the subject and said seriously:
"Magic represents our inner heart, it has emotions."
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