The Flame Charm cast by Fel was obviously different from an ordinary Flame Charm, its power was far greater, and that level of power did not seem to come from the blackthorn wand.
Fel still remembered the feeling of the magic power inside his body becoming excited, restless, and roaring.
If the blackthorn wand increased the power of offensive spells to 150%, then the power of Fel’s Flame Charm reached a full 300%!
Fel looked at the training dummy, and since it had only been powered by a young wizard’s magic, the flames had already gone out.
However, the upper half of the dummy had already been burned completely black.
Maybe it was just an accident?
Fel recalled the feeling from casting the spell just now and summarized what he had done wrong, then after two minutes, he picked up his wand again.
“Flame On!”
Fel once again felt his magic boiling, his whole body becoming pleasantly warm.
A flame slightly larger than before burst out and attached itself to the dummy.
Only then did Fel understand that this was where his true talent lay!
Although his talent for spells was already top tier, only about the same as Hermione’s, his talent for offensive spells was even higher.
As for fire based spells, they were far beyond imagination!
Fel’s Flame Charm was not merely faster to learn than normal, it also possessed an additional increase in power.
Under the exact same conditions, Fel’s Flame Charm was simply much stronger than anyone else’s.
In A Brief Introduction to the Nature of Magic, one theory regarding the nature of magic stated that wizards did not rely solely on the magic within their bodies when casting spells.
The outside world was also filled with magic everywhere, and a wizard’s spell and wand could attract that external magic, strengthening the spell’s power.
Even if separated from the outside world, wizards could still use magic, but its power would decrease.
Fel guessed that his magic was naturally highly compatible with fire.
After casting it, perhaps it could attract more external magic to increase its power.
Because whenever he cast fire magic, his magic became exceptionally active and responded like an extension of his own arm, allowing him to deeply understand every step of casting the Flame Charm.
Almost every time he used it, his understanding of the Flame Charm improved a little.
This was the conclusion Fel reached after half an hour of practice, though he would need further research to confirm it because his understanding of magic was still quite shallow.
In any case, by the end, Fel no longer needed to concentrate especially hard to cast the Flame Charm successfully, which meant his proficiency with the spell had already reached a fairly high level.
Now that he understood where his talent lay, Fel would have to adjust his study plan, but it was already very late, so it was time to return and sleep.
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“Fel, wake up!”
Ron pushed Fel several times.
Fel sleepily opened his eyes, glanced at the clock, and instantly became fully awake.
It was already eight thirty, and it looked like he had missed breakfast, while Harry and Ron were hurriedly getting dressed, so Fel quickly got up and started getting ready.
Having such a small body really meant no amount of sleep ever felt like enough.
Their morning class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and by the time the three of them reached the classroom, there were only five minutes left before class started.
Hermione turned around from the front row to look at Fel with a reproachful expression.
Fel spread his hands, gave her an apologetic smile, and sat with Harry and Ron in the empty seats at the back.
To his surprise, Hermione stood up, reached into the sleeve of her left arm with her right hand.
She pulled out a stick as long as her forearm!
Fel thought Hermione was about to hit him, but instead she handed the stick to him.
Fel looked closely.
Oh, it was a baguette.
Fel accepted the baguette and gave it a squeeze.
It was soft and freshly baked, otherwise it really could have been used as a club.
“Hurry up and eat, and you two as well, class is about to begin, and I don’t want to see Gryffindor lose points!”
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked back to her seat.
Harry felt rather guilty, and he decided to buy a magical alarm clock so that he would definitely get up early from now on.
Ron muttered, “What’s it got to do with you…”
However, he could tell that Fel and Hermione had a good relationship, so he did not dare say anything more.
Ron was not ill mannered, but boys at this age really did tend to clash with girls, and because they matured later than girls, they preferred spending time with other boys.
Fel was equally speechless, because if she was worried about losing points, she could simply have avoided giving him bread in the first place, since eating during class also broke the rules, and going hungry for one lesson would not kill him.
However, Fel really was hungry because he had practiced spells for more than an hour the previous night, which had consumed a great deal of both mental and physical energy, leaving his stomach completely empty. Visit novelping . com for the full chapter.
There was no way one person could finish such a huge baguette in three or four minutes, so Fel broke it into three pieces and shared them with Harry and Ron.
The two thanked him and immediately began wolfing it down.
Because he was eating so quickly without any water, Fel nearly choked, and he could only rub his chest while swallowing repeatedly, trying to force it down.
At that moment, the classroom door opened, and Professor Quirinus Quirrell walked in with a thick turban wrapped around his head, looking like an Indian man, while an overwhelming smell of garlic spread through the room.
The bread that Fel had not yet managed to swallow was almost smoked back out of his mouth!
As Quirrell walked through the classroom, every student was overwhelmed by the smell and kept fanning the air with their hands.
“G… good morning, e… everyone. T… today we will study…”
Professor Quirrell looked extremely nervous as he began the lesson while stammering.
Fel suddenly felt sorry for Hermione because she was sitting in the front row, serving as the first line of defense against this biological weapon.
Quirrell’s teaching ability was actually quite good because he had once been an outstanding Ravenclaw student with a solid theoretical foundation, and unlike certain people, he had not neglected his knowledge after graduation.
Unfortunately, he was acting extremely nervous at the moment, speaking with a stutter while carrying that overpowering garlic smell.
It made everyone unwilling to listen to what he was saying because all they wanted was to get away from him.
Since Fel was sitting in the last row, and because his sense of smell gradually adapted over time, he was still able to listen to the lesson seriously.
Hermione, however, was different, and by the end of the class, her face had turned pale.
As soon as Quirrell left, she jumped to her feet and rushed out of the classroom without even taking her books, while everyone else hurriedly packed up and left as well.
“My goodness, I swear Quirrell eats garlic every single day! That smell is unbearable!”
Ron complained.
Fel told them to go on ahead, then walked over to Hermione’s seat, packed up her things for her, and only then picked up his own schoolbag and left.
Hermione was leaning against the corridor window, taking deep breaths of fresh air.
Fel laughed and said, “Looks like I was lucky. I happened to oversleep, otherwise I really would have suffered.”
Hermione raised her little fist and lightly punched Fel before saying miserably, “I really don’t understand why Professor Quirrell smells so strongly of garlic.”
Of course, Fel knew the reason.
It was because Voldemort was parasitizing the back of Quirrell’s head!
Quirrell’s cowardice and stutter were both acts, and together with the awful garlic smell, everyone would naturally keep their distance from him.
That way, he would not expose Voldemort’s existence!