Chapter 238: Instinctive Casting
Chapter 238: Instinctive Casting
The young wizards began to chatter excitedly, and Harry realized that many of them had similar experiences.
"Mom told me that when I was little, I once threw a tantrum and made the dishes explode!"
"When I was seven, my aunt insisted on feeding me some fish mint, and I made it disappear."
"I accidentally fell into the water and swallowed a few mouthfuls, and then I found myself floating!"
Felix listened quietly, and when the discussion started to die down, he asked another question: "Can you still do things like that now?"
The room fell silent.
Draco Malfoy flashed a smug smile: "Professor Hup, for some families with a long tradition, this is no big deal."
Ron couldn't help but interject: "Are you saying you can do it right now?"
"Of course", Draco shot a mocking glance, "The Malfoy family has a long tradition..." He emphasized this again, then looked at Harry and Ron with a challenging gaze, smirking: "I received similar training as a child and often played chess with my father during the summer..."
He turned to Felix, "May I demonstrate, Professor?"
Felix nodded in agreement.
Draco stared at the small table with a teapot and teacup. After a moment, a teacup with blue patterns suddenly jumped up and floated a foot above the table.
The teapot wobbled and flew up as well, tilting to pour out amber tea.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Draco's forehead as the teapot shook violently. He controlled it to land back on the table with a thud, and then the teacup floated gently toward him.
He caught the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and a smile appeared on his pale face. He bowed slightly, "Excellent tea, Professor Hup."
Harry watched in amazement; Malfoy had never shown this kind of ability before.
Ron said discontentedly, "Malfoy, we didn't see you casting any spells when we first started our first year!"
Draco grinned mockingly, "Getting too early to a wand and spells isn't a good thing, didn't anyone tell you that? Ha! Weasley?" He emphasized the surname heavily.
Given the broad scope of his taunt, the twins almost jumped out to confront him, and Percy also glared at him.
Draco quickly shrunk back, tucking his head into his shoulders.
"Alright", Felix gestured for them to stop, "Mr. Malfoy has given us a great example, and he deserves some applause."
A few scattered claps echoed, and the Slytherins clapped more enthusiastically. Pansy Parkinson looked at him with adoration, whispering something in his ear.
"Returning to the original question, in most cases, young wizards exhibit unconscious casting during childhood due to emotional outbursts. This is often seen as a sign of having the potential to be a wizard.
However, demonstrating magic in a calm state is much more challenging.
This is related to the growth stages of young wizards—generally between the ages of six to ten, your magic undergoes a significant increase in power, and its activity level is much higher than it is now. This makes it difficult to control your magic, leading to minor outbursts when you're emotionally charged..."
Felix paused for a moment to let them absorb the meaning of his words, then continued, "After you start school, you will be exposed to a lot of spells and magical practice, which helps to channel this process. Additionally, since the first development phase is over, your minds are more mature, and your magic has stabilized, making it much harder for such outbursts to occur. Except for some accidents—" He glanced at Harry.
Harry immediately understood what the professor meant. He had experienced a magic surge just a few months ago. As Professor Hup had described it then, his magic "was like a flame that constantly leaped and burned."
Hermione raised her hand, "Professor, is it because young wizards, after being exposed to structured magic education upon entering school, make their magic more controllable?"
"There is some truth to that. In fact, during your second development—starting from third year until adulthood—you hardly feel the restlessness of magic, and this is the reason."
Felix snapped his fingers, and a tendril of fire flew out of the fireplace, wrapping around his hand.
"Unconscious casting in childhood, in essence, is when you unintentionally align with a spell. Your magic perception picks up on your strong emotions and spontaneously activates and mobilizes."
"Stable casting upon entering school, and silent, wandless magic after maturing... in a sense, we are simply reclaiming our casting instincts."
"Reclaiming instincts..." The young wizards chewed on these words, delving into the essence of magic in a way they had never experienced before.
Felix smiled and said, "You can try this process." He waved his hand, extinguishing the fire, and the teacup on the table duplicated itself, then multiplied, landing in front of them.
Harry stared at the teacup in front of him, thinking, I want it to float.
But the process was not easy; the cup remained motionless.
Professor Hup's voice seemed to come from a distance, carrying a certain allure and suggestion. Harry might have been mistaken, but he thought he saw a flash of silver light in the professor's eyes.
"Stay focused—stay sensitive—stay confident—"
Harry refocused his attention on the teacup in front of him. This time, it didn't take much effort; the cup floated up, and he felt an immense joy, like the first time Hagrid told him he was a wizard, or the first time he successfully cast a spell.
I did it...
"I did it!" He looked up at Professor Hup, who was smiling at him.
Harry glanced around and realized he was the only one who had succeeded so quickly. But Draco soon followed, looking up in surprise at Harry and hesitantly saying, "Potter..." He had a background in this, after all.
Harry ignored him and turned to look at the others. He noticed that everyone seemed to be in a state of intense concentration, only breaking out of it upon success.
Cho Chang was still trying, Hermione's face was flushed, and Cedric's cup was wobbling but barely managed to stay afloat.
One minute, two minutes, and gradually, more people succeeded.
Hermione was the seventh to succeed. She looked around at the others, "Oh." Her expression was a bit disappointed.
Felix smiled and said, "This doesn't indicate your potential. You might be too rational and have little experience in this area." He told those who had succeeded, "You can continue practicing or observe others, feeling this change."
More and more people succeeded, and throughout the process, Felix kept repeating, "Focus... sensitive... confident... you can do it!"
By the time the last person made their cup float, half an hour had passed, but Harry barely noticed the time.
Hermione...
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