The young wizards started discussing, and Harry found that many of them had similar experiences.

"My mother told me that when I was a child, I lost my temper and blew up the dishes!"

"When I was seven years old, my aunt insisted on giving me Houttuynia cordata, but I made it disappear."

"I accidentally fell into the water, choked on the water, and then I floated up!"

Felix listened quietly, and when the discussion gradually subsided, he asked another question: "Can you still do similar things now?"

Everyone was silent.

Draco Malfoy smiled reservedly, "Professor Happ, for some families with a long history, this is not a difficult task."

Ron couldn't help but say, "You mean you can do it, right now?"

"Of course," Draco glanced at him mockingly, "The Malfoy family has a long history..." He emphasized again, then looked at Harry and Ron with a provocative look, and said triumphantly, "I received similar training when I was a child. I often played chess with my father in the summer vacation..."

He looked at Felix, "Please allow me to show you, Professor."

Felix nodded in agreement.

Draco stared at the teapot and teacup on the small table. After about ten seconds, a teacup with a blue pattern suddenly jumped up and floated at a height of one foot.

The teapot also flew up, tilted, and poured amber tea from the spout.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Draco's forehead, and the teapot shook violently. He controlled the teapot to fall back on the small table, making a "bang" sound, and then the teacup flew lightly towards him.

He took the cup, took a sip of tea, and smiled on his pale face. He bowed slightly and said, "Fine tea, Professor Hep."

Harry watched all this in surprise. Malfoy usually did not show this ability.

Ron said unconvincedly, "Malfoy, I didn't see you cast any spells when you entered the first year!"

Draco grinned and laughed, "It's not a good thing to be exposed to wands and spells too early. Didn't anyone tell you? Weasley?" He said heavily on the last name of Weasley.

Given that the scope of the ridicule was too wide, the twins almost jumped out to hit him, and Percy also looked at him unkindly.

Draco quickly shrank his neck.

"Okay," Felix motioned them to stop, "Mr. Malfoy has shown us a good example, he needs a little applause."

Sparse voices rang out, and the applause from Slytherin was more enthusiastic. Pansy Parkinson looked at him with admiration and whispered to him.

"Back to the original question, in most cases, young wizards cast spells unconsciously because of emotional excitement, which is also regarded as a sign of wizard qualification.

It is not so easy to show the magic of magic in a calm state.

This is related to the growth stage of young wizards. Generally, between the ages of six and ten, your magic power will be greatly improved, and the activity of magic power will be much higher than it is now. This makes it difficult for you to control your power, and you will have a slight loss of control when you are emotionally excited..."

Felix paused for a moment to let them understand the meaning of these words, and continued: "After entering school, you will be exposed to a large number of spells and magic practices, which will to a certain extent channel this process. And because the first growth spurt has passed, your mind is more mature, and your magic power is also stable, so it is difficult for riots to occur." He glanced at Harry.

Harry immediately understood what the professor meant. He had just experienced a magic riot a few months ago. In the words of Professor Hepp at the time, his magic power was "like a bunch of flames that kept jumping and burning."

Hermione raised her hand, "Professor? Is it because the young wizards were exposed to standardized magic teaching after entering school, which made magic more controllable?"

"There are factors in this regard. In fact, during your second development - from the third grade to adulthood, you can hardly feel the restlessness of magic. It's because of this reason."

Felix snapped his fingers, and a wisp of flame flew out of the fireplace and wrapped around his hand.

"Unconscious casting in childhood is essentially that you accidentally matched a spell. Magic sensed your strong emotions and operated and mobilized spontaneously.

Stable casting when entering school, and silent and wandless casting after maturity... To a certain extent, we are just finding our instinct to cast spells."

"Finding instincts..." The young wizards kept chewing on these words. This exploration of the essence of magic was something they had never experienced before.

Felix smiled and said, "You can try this process." He waved his hand to extinguish the flames, and the teacups on the table were duplicated into pairs, and then a pile of them emerged and fell in front of them.

Harry stared at the teacup in front of him. I wanted it to float.

But the process was not easy. The cup did not move.

Professor Hep's voice seemed to come from the sky, with some temptation and suggestion. Maybe he saw it wrong, but Harry thought he saw a flash of silver light in the professor's eyes.

"Stay focused - stay sensitive - stay confident -"

Harry put his attention back on the teacup in front of him. This time, it didn't take much effort for the cup to float. He felt a huge joy in his heart, just like the joy he felt when he first learned from Hagrid that he was a wizard, or when he successfully recited a spell for the first time.

I did it...

"I did it" He looked up at Professor Hep and found that the professor was looking at him with a smile.

Harry looked around. He was the only one who succeeded as quickly as he did. But Draco soon did it. He looked up, looked at Harry in surprise, and said hesitantly: "Potter..." He has a foundation in this area.

Harry ignored him and turned to look at the others. He found that everyone seemed to have entered a state of extreme concentration, and only after success would they get out of this state.

Qiu Zhang was still trying, Hermione's face was also red, and the cup in Cedric's hand was shaky, but it was barely successful.

One minute, two minutes, people succeeded one after another.

Hermione was the seventh one. She looked up at the others and said, "Oh." Her expression was a little lost.

Felix smiled and said, "This does not represent the level of potential. You may be too rational and have little experience in this area." He said to the successful people, "You can continue to practice, or you can watch others and feel the changes."

More and more people succeeded, and during this process, Felix kept hinting: "Focus... sensitivity... confidence... you can do it!"

When the last person made the cup float up, half an hour had passed, but Harry hardly felt the passage of time.