Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The Charms Classroom is in the shape of a semicircle, with a small open space at the top where a blackboard and a podium are placed.

Ohm saw four thick and heavy tomes cushioned on the chair behind the podium, and immediately thought of Mr. Flitwick, the little professor who sat next to Professor McGonagall during the sorting last night.

The seats in this classroom are arranged in a staircase shape. The closer you are to the back of the classroom, the higher the table is, and you need to climb up the stairs next to it.

Om sat in the first row facing the podium without hesitation, took out a quill and parchment from his pocket and put them away. Fiorina reluctantly sat next to him.

"In school, I always slept in the last row." She complained, but she had no intention of moving.

There was still a little while before class, so Ohm took out the parchment from the potions book and began to write the homework assigned by Snape.

Although the content was not complicated, he wrote slowly and carefully because he did not want to waste the space on his parchment with corrections. After all, one kats was only enough to buy four standard-sized pieces of parchment.

When Ohm was in elementary school, he often paid people to do their homework, and he developed a good handwriting that was as good as printing. Although he was not very accustomed to using the quill pen and there were no lines on the blank parchment, he could still write correctly. Write each word on paper.

Fiorina was much more rude. She directly copied large sections of the content from the book, adding one or two sentences of her own opinions to each section.

She always wrote the letters with her head tilted to the left in a confident way, and the spaces between the letters were big enough for a hippogriff to fly in.

When the bell rang, Ohm had only written less than five inches. Fiorina had already dried the ink on her paper, raised her delicate chin towards Ohm proudly, and put the parchment in her hand into the book. inside.

Ohm rolled his eyes, gently dried his parchment, and placed it on top of the books to dry first.

Professor Flitwick was short in stature, with pointed ears, black hair parted in the middle, and an elegant mustache.

He climbed onto the chair cushioned with four large books and began to call the names with a warm smile.

The eaglets who had just experienced Snape's baptism were relieved. The professor seemed much friendlier, and he was worthy of being the dean of his own college.

In class, Professor Flitwick gave each of them a feather and began to teach the little wizards how to use the levitation spell.

"Look at the shape of my mouth, children!" Professor Flitwick shouted, his voice high-pitched and thin, "Wingardim Leviosa, the 'plus' must be pronounced clearly and loudly. Coupled with the subtle movements of our wrists, one wave and one shake, come pick up your quill and do it with me, one wave and one shake!"

Once Professor Flitwick was sure that everyone could pronounce the words correctly without summoning an angry buffalo by saying "f" instead of "s," he asked everyone to put down their pens and pick up their wands for free practice.

Fiorina was a quick learner, waving her mahogany wand and managing to get the feathers floating in the air in just two or three tries.

Professor Flitwick was so happy that he jumped on his chair and almost fell off.

"Look! There's a clever little witch here who's got the hang of it! Five points to Ravenclaw. Huh? Oh! Merlin's on top! What do I see?!"

Ohm calmly waved the metal wand and cast the levitating spell using the silent spell technique. He was already familiar with this kind of thing.

"Beautiful silent spell! Classmates, even many fifth-grade students have not mastered this skill! Well done, Mr. Messiah, ten points to Ravenclaw!"

The other eaglets are eager to try the silent spell technique. After all, compared to chanting the spell loudly, it is much more chic to have everything you need with a wave of the Ohm wand.

But even if the little guys suppressed their blushes as if they were suffering from severe constipation, or muttered curses in a low voice without opening their mouths, the feathers in front of them did not move at all.

After being severely scolded by Professor Flitwick for "trying to make potions before you even learn to pee," they could only recite the spell loudly and practice swinging the wand.

Professor Flitwick spent the rest of the class asking Ohm curious questions.

Because of his rich teaching experience and strong magic power reserves, it is not difficult to see that Ohm has strong and stable power in his body, and he is commanded by this young man.

Unlike other little wizards whose magic power fluctuates frequently, they need to use incantations to guide the magic power output.

Ohm also brought up some of the problems he encountered while practicing magic spells recently. After Professor Flitwick's in-depth and in-depth explanation, Ohm could clearly feel that he had a clearer understanding of silent spellcasting.

The more Flitwick learned about Ohm, the more he felt that this child was a natural talent for practicing dueling. As a former dueling champion, for the first time in more than ten years, he had the idea of ​​​​training the next dueling champion.

But when he learned that Ohm's magic teacher was Mr. Ollivander, Professor Flitwick jumped up and down.

"How can he know about magic when he sells wands? Ohm, you come to my office every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night from now on, and I have to explain to you the secrets of magic."

"But, Professor," Ohm said cautiously, "I have an astronomy class to teach on Wednesday night."

"Then [-]! Let me tell you why you have such strong personal characteristics when you cast spells. It turns out that Mr. Ollivander led you astray."

Professor Flitwick held on to Ohm's wrist, his mustache raised high, "Did he ask you to release your magic power steadily and evenly, not to do it quickly and not to do it harshly? Oops, that's wrong! You still can't do it." How can a growing little wizard be the same as his old man? Isn't that the same as pinching the tender leaves on the tip of a sapling? You should be fast and fierce. Explore your own limits first, and then suppress yourself. This is the right thing to do! You can practice with me next, and I will write a letter to Mr. Ollivander later."

Until the bell rang, Professor Flitwick kept asking Ohm to cast the magic spells he had mastered, and put forward requests and methods for improvement one by one. He didn't even notice that Fiorina fell asleep on the table.

There are no written assignments in the Charms class. They are just required to practice the Levitation Charm regularly and randomly select people for inspection in the next class.

After saying goodbye to the beaming Professor Flitwick, Orm and Fiorina went downstairs to the dining room for lunch.

At this moment, the monkey-faced owl "Fourteen" flew to him with Sister Malika's reply.

Giving Fourteen a piece of crispy fried pork skin as a reward, Ohm opened the letter.

Dear Ohm,

I can't describe how happy I am to know that you can have enough to eat at Hogwarts.The food you sent back was very delicious and everyone enjoyed it. Larcade and Yuno even fought over a piece of sausage.But I hope you can focus on your study life and don't worry too much about us. I will take good care of this family. You just need to run forward bravely.I will pray for you day and night and may God bless my son.

love you,

Sister Malika.

Ohm felt an emotion called happiness echo in his chest.He folded the letter and put it in the inner pocket of his robe, where it was closest to his heart.