"Stupefy!" "Stupefy!" "." As the young wizards cast stunning spells one after another, the atmosphere became increasingly lively. Lockhart also had a smile on his face. Sure enough, practical classes were the most attractive to young wizards and the easiest to lighten the atmosphere. For second-year wizards, it was very tempting.
But Lockhart looked at the motionless pixie lying on the ground and waved his wand helplessly. "Augmenti!" A stream of water emerged from the tip of his wand and poured onto the pixie's face. Soon, the pixie woke up and looked at the young wizards not far away, and Lockhart who was close at hand. With a sad face, it lay motionless on the ground - pretending to be dead!
Seeing this, Lockhart twitched the corners of his mouth, waved his wand, and controlled the pixie to float to the left corner of the classroom. There were already 5 of the same pixie there, lying, pretending to be dead. This practical course was very effective, but it was a bit expensive. Of the 15 pixies in his cage, 6 had been damaged. Judging from the interest of the next group of wizards, he was afraid that the remaining 9 would not be much better.
He curled his lips helplessly, controlled the cage to open, summoned the next active pixie, and continued to place it in front of the young wizards. Starting a new round of practice. Of course, for the elf, it was a new round of torture.
As time went by, basically every wizard had experienced hitting the pixie at least five times. The only exception was Ron. The poor little wizard's wand actually broke. He was trying to cast a stun spell on the pixie but ended up knocking himself out. Lockhart was immediately speechless. Then, after waking up Ron, he took out a spare wand and gave it to him. He had bought this specially before going to the Marvel world. He was worried that if his wand was lost, he would have a spare one. Despite this, Ron's level was still relatively average. Of course, this may also be related to the fact that he had just come into contact with a new wand.
However, there were many young wizards who caught Lockhart's eye. Among them were Hermione, Harry, Blaise, and Draco. The first time they cast the stun spell, they successfully knocked out the pixie. Especially Harry. Lockhart observed his movements and found that his talent was indeed not weak. Almost every stun spell was full of magical power, and the effect was very good. The spellcasting speed was at least 20% faster than the others. What did such talent mean? Lockhart knew it all too well - the future master of battle! Sure enough, being able to compete with Voldemort naturally had its own uniqueness. How much recognition could such a talent get? With his thoughts turning, Lockhart put the idea into his heart and then continued to start the next round of practice. Soon, two more rounds passed. Finally, his 15 pixies were completely exhausted.
He looked at his watch and found that class would end in about 15 minutes. So Lockhart threw the last pixie in the corner and clapped his hands. After seeing that it attracted the attention of all the young wizards, he said, "Okay, today's practice ends here. Now, let's start the promised activities. Rules of the event, those 15 pixies just now, I will let them escape in the classroom. You will attack. Whoever hits more will get the higher rank. The wizard with the highest ranking can not only add 10 points to their house but also get a magic amulet made by me. The wizards ranked second and third can order a snack of their choice, and I will ask the owl to deliver it. Even if you don't get a reward this time, don't be discouraged. This event will be held once a month in the future, and there will be rewards available for you."
All the young wizards' eyes lit up when they heard what Lockhart said about the reward. Sure enough, as the fourth-year seniors said, Professor Lockhart was generous. How could Lockhart not know what they were thinking? While eating this morning, he could hear the young wizards discussing his affairs in whispers. Tsk tsk tsk! If you pay, you will gain!
He understood this truth early on. Seeing the young wizards whose emotions were aroused and full of energy, Lockhart smiled and walked to the corner of the classroom. Looking at these 15 Cornish pixies lying motionless on the ground, pretending to be dead.
Lockhart slowly drew a circle with his right hand, controlling the Sling Ring with his mind. Soon, as he moved his right hand, a red flame ring appeared. A large number of threads automatically spread out from the middle of the fire ring, interconnecting with the runes in the middle. Click! Click! Rune - Communication! After activating the power of the rune, Lockhart instantly felt that, blessed by a gentle energy, he could sense the emotions of the surrounding creatures.
Focusing his attention on the 15 pixies lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and instilling his thoughts into their minds. Soon, Lockhart saw these 15 pixies opening their eyes, standing up, waving their wings, and looking at him with fear in their eyes. Lockhart could feel that these pixies were afraid of him, and he was not surprised. After all, he was the one who brought them to the wizard and asked them to practice the stunning spell one by one. Especially after they fell, he poured water on them to wake them up, then fell again, and then doused them again to wake them up. No one could stand this cycle of going back and forth.
But the cooperation of these pixies would be needed later. So he once again instilled his meaning into their minds through his thoughts. This time, the pixies finally understood that the voice that just appeared in their mind came from the man in front of them. Well, when Lockhart saw the word 'man', he curled his lips helplessly, but didn't say much. Seeing these pixies, he understood what they meant, so he pointed his wand at them and controlled them to float in front of the little wizards.
Then, he looked at the eager expressions of the young wizards. Lockhart had a smile in his eyes and shouted loudly, "Start!"