Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 116 Floating Spell, or Bison Summoning Spell?

Ten minutes later, Dudley and his friends sat down in the Spells classroom on the fourth floor of the castle.

In this class, Gryffindor freshmen will be attending together with Slytherin freshmen.

The Slytherin freshmen were gossiping about their Headmaster's latest romantic escapades, while on the Gryffindor freshmen's side, Ron and Seamus, who loved listening to gossip, were pestering Dudley to tell them about what had happened that morning.

Such gossip is a popular topic of conversation among both Muggles and wizards, and it spreads just as quickly.

Dudley embellished his story to appease his friends, but his eyes, which were scanning the surroundings, caught sight of the Malfoy trio sitting opposite him.

Crabbe and Goyle were still as foolish and impulsive as ever, but they were terrified of Dudley. When they noticed Dudley's gaze, one turned his head away and the other turned to the side, not daring to look Dudley in the eye.

Malfoy was much better off. He didn't flinch at Dudley's gaze, but instead looked back at him with a conflicted expression.

Dudley saw in Malfoy's eyes a mixture of awe, relief, a desire to prove himself, and a touch of arrogance and a defiant attitude.

"You've really grown up, bro!"

This thought crossed Dali's mind, and he immediately looked away.

The lectern in the center of the classroom is currently empty, with only several large stacks of books intended to increase Professor Flitwick's height.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

The diminutive professor with fairy blood, the dueling champion Felius Flitwick, arrived just one minute before class started.

He wasn't young anymore, and having been woken up in the middle of the night to break the curse on Ecclesiastes, he hadn't slept well. To prepare for his first class in the morning, he had no choice but to go to Professor Snape, who was in a very bad mood, and beg for a bottle of Buffet to perk himself up.

That's how I almost missed class.

"Alright, students, let's begin the lesson."

Professor Flitwick, with his short legs, nimbly leaped onto the tall stack of books, quelling the noisy classroom.

"Today is everyone's first spell class. We need to learn the most basic and frequently used spell for wizards - the Levitation Charm."

The spell is: Yugadem~Leviosa! Pay attention to the pronunciation and the gesture I make when I wave my wand! Everyone, try to make the feathers on your desks float.

Professor Flitwick didn't waste any words and went straight to the point, but the point was perhaps a bit too dry.

Around twenty new students from Gryffindor and Slytherin picked up their wands and, mimicking Professor Flitwick's pronunciation and wand-waving gestures, attempted to cast the Levitation Charm.

Harry succeeded on his first try because he had already learned the spell.

I successfully earned extra points from Professor Flitwick.

A few seconds later, Hermione also successfully cast the Levitation Charm, controlling her feather to fly even higher than Harry's.

This amazed Professor Flitwick, and Gryffindor received an additional five points.

Sitting next to Hermione, Ron saw the two feathers flying side by side in the air, chasing each other. Perhaps it was his competitive spirit or some other inexplicable emotion, but he felt a sudden surge of restlessness.

He waved Charlie's tattered, furry old wand haphazardly, chanting spells more and more urgently and out of tune:

"Yugadi~Leovisa!"

"Vigaton~Leviosa!"

"..."

"Vingada-Lesvisa!"

At first, Ron's spells were wrong but had no effect. However, just as Hermione, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and was about to offer some guidance and correction, the last spell Ron uttered suddenly took effect.

A distorted spatial fluctuation suddenly rippled in front of Ron's broken staff tip.

Dudley, who was sitting not far away and had noticed Ron's abnormal state long ago, was alarmed. His body quickly glowed with the red light of the Power-Boosting Charm. He leaped over the desk and approached the spatial anomaly.

No sooner said than done.

In the blink of an eye, a black bison charged out from the spatial fluctuations, and before the students could react in surprise, its head slammed straight into Dudley's right hand, which was glowing with a dazzling red light.

The next second, the massive bison was forcibly stopped by Dali.

The gasps of surprise from the students finally erupted.

"Ah-moo—"

The bison let out a frenzied bellow. Suddenly found in an unfamiliar environment and its charge forcibly halted by an unknown and powerful creature, it had gone mad.

"That's a really awful way of yelling!"

Dali's expression turned cold, and the red light in his right hand surged. He increased his strength again and forcefully pressed the bull's head down. At the same time, his left hand clenched into a fist, which also emitted a red light, and he slammed out a punch.

"Oh!"

A short, powerful cracking sound rang out, and the raging bison fell silent, locked in eternal slumber.

Dudley casually grabbed one of the buffalo horns and flung the massive bison carcass into a relatively open area near the classroom door.

He then turned and looked directly at Ron:

"Ron, you've lost your mind! You've used the Levitation Charm like a Bison Summoning Charm!"

"I...I know I was wrong."

Ron was terrified by what he had just witnessed, and his face was filled with lingering fear; he was almost in tears.

Upon hearing this, Dali shook his head: "No, you're not wrong, you're just working in the wrong direction."

You need to understand your own heart, figure out what you really want, and then think about how to get what you want in a correct and smooth way.

Finally, you must be humble, accepting all well-intentioned help, rather than closing yourself off.

"Dali, what you're saying is too profound, I don't understand."

Ron's fear subsided considerably, but his features were contorted in pain; clearly, his CPU had been overheated by Dudley.

"You will understand, and I hope you will understand before it's too late."

Dudley added two more philosophical remarks. It wasn't that he didn't want to put things simply and directly, but some things and emotions were in a hazy, nascent stage.

The parties involved are several eleven-year-old children, whose psychological resilience is certainly not as good as that of adults. If he directly points out their guesses and conjectures, the friends will have to part on bad terms.

"Oh my God! Merlin's beard! Assistant Professor Dursley! Are you alright?"

Seeing that the unexpected situation had been resolved, Professor Flitwick finally found an opportunity to speak.

His reaction was a fraction slower than Dudley's; by the time he realized he should act, Dudley had already taken control of the situation.

Therefore, he did not interfere in Dudley's fight with the bison, as he had great faith in Dudley's abilities.

On the first night of school, in the auditorium, he realized Dali's extraordinary qualities.

“I’m fine, Professor Flitwick. Just an ordinary bison, good enough to keep the kitchen busy.”

Dudley said casually, subtly putting on an act once again.