My necromancer career begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 117 A Little Change

Morris became very interested in Ron's sudden outburst and went to ask someone who might know the reason—Professor Flitwick.

As a Charms professor, perhaps I can give him a clear explanation.

"You mean, one of your classmates, in a fit of extreme anger, practiced the Slug Charm, not only destroying a wand but also affecting more than five people at once?"

Professor Flitwick's high-pitched voice rang out in his office.

“Yes,” Morris added, “and the wand itself was of poor quality; it wasn’t bought from Ollivander’s Wand Shop. He even mispronounced the spell when he cast it.”

Professor Flitwick sat in an armchair that was clearly too big for him, and after listening to Morris's story, he stroked his beard.

He poured himself a cup of tea and didn't answer immediately. Instead, he spoke slowly in the same tone as when lecturing: "Magic and a wizard's emotions are inextricably linked. Strong emotions, such as the extreme anger you described, can indeed act as a powerful catalyst, enhancing a spell."

"However," he changed the subject, "it's not enough to just have emotions. A powerful spell requires many factors, such as the incantation, gestures, wand... all of which affect the final result of the spell."

Morris nodded in understanding. "I know all that. You've emphasized it many times in class, Professor."

Professor Flitwick patted the armrest of his chair with a pleased smile. "It seems you've been paying attention to my lecture. That's good."

Morris continued, "So, is it possible that intense emotions alone are enough to amplify the power of a spell to such an extraordinary degree?"

"Ah, that's the crux of the problem." Professor Flitwick put down his teacup and leaned forward slightly. "In most cases, no."

"As I just mentioned, the power of a spell has many effects. If a wizard can cast spells far beyond what ordinary people can do, it often means that he has done a near-perfect job in every aspect."

Is every step nearly perfect?

Morrison bluntly stated, "But I don't think my classmate could have done that perfectly."

In his memory, Ron's spellcasting skills weren't too bad, but they were definitely not among the top tier.

Professor Flitwick shook his head. "Whether a spell is perfect or not is different for different wizards. My guess is that he probably accidentally found the most suitable way to cast that spell for him. As for the wand breaking—that should just be a normal quality issue, unable to withstand that spell."

Now Maurice understood.

In short, Ron was lucky.

No problem.

Fools sometimes have good luck.

Putting Ron's luck aside for now, Morris was more concerned with what Professor Flitwick had said: whether a spell is perfect or not, and whether it applies differently to different wizards.

He immediately asked, "Professor, then, how does a wizard cast what you call a perfect spell?"

Professor Flitwick pondered for a moment. "This is more advanced content, Morris. Do you remember the name of your textbook?"

"Standard spell, Professor," Morris replied.

"Ah, yes, the standard spell," Professor Flitwick nodded. "As long as you follow the book exactly, you can definitely cast a spell that works just as well. However, standard doesn't mean it's the best for everyone."

As he spoke, he took out his wand and waved it gently. "Flash."

A soft light shone from the tip of the wand, its brightness just right, flawless—a textbook example.

"This is a glowing spell cast strictly according to standard," Professor Flitwick said. "Under the condition that nothing else changes, you can at best only light up this room, but..."

He waved his wand again, slightly altering his movements, and added a trill at the end of the spell.

"Fluorescent lights!"

This time, the wand tip no longer emitted a simple ball of light, but a blindingly bright light that instantly filled the entire office.

Morris instinctively squinted and raised his arm to shield his eyes.

The next second, the violent light instantly contracted—Professor Flitwick canceled the glowing spell.

"If you only follow the methods written in the book," Professor Flitwick's voice rang out, "then you will never be able to do what I just did."

He put away his wand and smiled slightly at Maurice.

"In the process of learning spells, once you have mastered a spell, you can start looking for a casting method that suits you."

"You might need to adjust a certain tone of the spell, or change the rhythm of your staff swing... When all factors are adjusted to suit you best, your spell will exhibit a completely different power."

"Of course, it's not easy. It requires wizards to go through a long period of self-exploration and experimentation. I don't recommend second-year students try it, after all, you haven't even mastered the most standard spells."

Morris nodded thoughtfully. "I understand, Professor. Thank you for answering my question."

Most professors like studious students.

Professor Flitwick's face lit up with a satisfied smile, which made his small frame appear brighter.

Back in his dorm, Maurice kept thinking about what Professor Flitwick had said.

Ha, that makes sense!

In fact, when Morris used certain spells in the past, he would always vaguely feel that the magical reactions in his body were somewhat uncoordinated.

However, since the spells were successfully cast and the effects met expectations, he never investigated them further.

He always thought it was just that he wasn't familiar enough with spells, and never suspected that the spell casting methods in the book were not entirely suitable for him.

Morris immediately tried using a glowing spell to carefully feel the reaction of the magic within his body.

Because he was very sensitive to magic, he quickly detected the discord.

Modify the way you swing the staff, change the incantation, adjust your emotions when using spells...

Morris began to try again and again.

Doing only one of these methods will most likely have no effect.

But when all the factors come together...

A miracle happened.

"Fluorescent lights!"

An unprecedented feeling of ease swept over my entire body.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding burst of light exploded at the tip of the wand, instantly illuminating the entire dormitory as if it were daytime.

"So that's how it is."

Morris squinted in the blinding light, a sudden sense of clarity washing over him.

He could clearly feel that the magic within him was resonating with him in a strange way, transforming into the light of the Glowing Charm, which continuously gushed out from his wand.

This is the correct way to use the Glowing Charm.