Felix breathed a sigh of relief, finally one succeeded.
Going on stage, being praised, and getting extra points, after going through the whole process, Felix felt that even if there was only this one successful example, this class was considered a success.
But soon, the second, third, and fourth little wizards stood up and showed the professor their disarming spells.
"Excellent!" Felix watched a seventh-year wizard cast a very delicate spell, and he praised it against his will.
Felix silently said in his heart: They need encouragement, they need encouragement...
Snape slowly walked over and said sarcastically: "They can succeed because they have been exposed to similar spellcasting techniques and theories in other courses. In fact, I have never expected that students below the fifth grade can master this spell in class."
"Professor, we will wait and see."
Snape said with a curled mouth: "There is still a quarter of an hour before the class ends..."
At this moment, a disarming spell attracted the attention of the two.
"That's... Hufflepuff, who is it?" Felix turned around. Among the four people who succeeded in front of him, there was no Hufflepuff wizard, which made him want to treat them equally. The
little wizards of Hufflepuff School automatically separated a passage. They shouted a name in unison with joy: "Cedric! Cedric!"
A tall and thin wizard walked to the front. His face was slightly pale, handsome, and he was wearing a Hufflepuff school robe.
"Diggory, please come on stage, let us applaud the first fourth-year student who learned the Disarming Charm! Hufflepuff will get 20 points." Felix recognized this face - Cedric Diggory, the first in the fourth grade.
Katie Bell next to Hermione stood on tiptoe, her eyes constantly following his figure.
"Do you know him?" Hermione asked.
"Of course! He is the seeker of the Hufflepuff team. Wood attaches great importance to him and thinks he has the opportunity to take over the captain's position next year. And don't you think he is handsome?" Katie Bell said.
"Really?" Hermione glanced at him.
Ron whispered to Harry quietly, "So, he's your rival?"
Harry nodded, looking at the red spark on his wand, feeling a little frustrated.
"That guy is really popular." Ron said with some envy, looking at the direction of Hufflepuff House, the little wizards jumping up and down and applauding enthusiastically.
On the gilded stage, Diggory stood next to Felix, and Felix found that he was only half a head shorter than him, about five feet six inches tall.
"Diggory, you haven't learned the Disarming Charm before?"
"No, Professor Happ."
"Tell me, how did you master this spell?" Felix asked encouragingly.
"Professor, every few minutes I practice, I will check the precautions on the parchment and find my own problems. The one about the casting mentality above helps me a lot."
"Is it the part about confidence?" Felix asked.
"No, it's the sentence 'Aim to disarm, not to harm'." Cedric said.
Felix understood, "It is very important for us to practice spells correctly. At least in the early stages of learning magic, we must mobilize sufficient emotional power."
In the following time, Felix and Snape were busy, but until five minutes before the end of the class, only seven little wizards learned the disarming spell.
Not to mention the little wizards below the fourth grade, after all, they still have various shortcomings, and it is difficult to make a leap forward in just two hours. But the performance of those little wizards who are about to graduate in the sixth and seventh grades is also very average.
Most of them just let the tip of the wand spray out clusters of red sparks.
And even some excellent little wizards in the lower grades can do this.
Felix secretly wrote down a string of names: twins, Qiu Zhang, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Alicia Spinnet, Draco Malfoy, Eddie Camilcher, Anthony Goldstein, Padma Patil, Hannah Abbott.
Although these people are young wizards from the second to fourth grade, they have shown extraordinary magical talents and are the best in different colleges.
In the last five minutes, Felix pressed the pause button and gathered the young wizards together again.
He waved his wand and restored the ceiling of the auditorium to its original state, and the milky white light turned into stars. Many young wizards suddenly felt that they seemed to have experienced a real dream.
"At the end of the duel course, I need to remind you--" Felix glanced over and seemed to see each of them.
"The time in class is always limited. You must put more energy into practicing spells. Don't complain about your lack of effort when you are in danger."
Felix waved his wand, and hundreds of documents flew out of the suitcase in the corner again. Each document was glued together by four pieces of parchment.
Harry opened the document in front of him, which was written in dense handwriting.
"——This is the detailed information of the 'Disarming Spell', including various casting techniques and decomposition targets. You can compare the above items one by one after class. If you encounter a part that is really difficult to understand, you can seek help from the professor or senior students."
"There are also some tables in it, which are very useful for you to judge your own spell-casting level. I need you to hand them in to me before the next class." Felix blinked and said the key points he was concerned about.
With Felix's personality, while teaching, of course, he also has to collect some research data.
Some data - such as how 'a certain' little wizard learned the Disarming Spell, is actually not important because it is not representative. But when the number of little wizards is expanded to a hundred or a thousand times, and there are enough samples, the information that the data can feedback is very exciting.
"Professor, do those who have learned the Disarming Spell still need to complete this?" A seventh-grade wizard said reluctantly.
"Learned?" Felix made a puzzled expression.
"Yes, I have learned the Disarmament Spell. Look - Disarm Your Weapon!" He waved his wand, and a thin red light flew out from the tip of the wand.
Felix and the young wizards watched the red light fly over a distance of more than ten meters and slowly disappear in the air.
The wizard looked at him with great pride.
Felix pondered for two seconds. Since the class was over, it would be okay for him to give the students a proper blow, right?
So he raised his head and said calmly: "I originally wanted to move this part to the next class, but since I have this opportunity--"
He swung his arm violently, and his wand stabbed forward like a sword. A spell as thick as a wrist shot out, spanning half of the auditorium and hitting the wall of the castle directly.