"You will definitely become a Magic Master, Mr. Prince, because of your dedication and brilliance, Ravenclaw gets five points!" Before the class ended, Filius Flitwick once again praised Ian's performance in class with practical action. It seems that Ravenclaw's current lead in house points is also inseparable from this Ravenclaw headmaster.
Most of the house heads tend to favor their own houses, of course, the prerequisite is that there are promising talents worthy of favoritism, and this is a small action that all four house heads engage in.
"I hope you'll continue practicing Accio after you return, this magic requires the accumulation of time, otherwise, it may easily become inconsistent in effectiveness."
Accompanying the end of the class.
The little wizards filed out.
Ian deliberately stayed at the end of the line, as he had some questions he wanted to ask his house head, about the Summoning God Guardian he had been struggling to master.
Perhaps Grindelwald couldn't find the cause, but that doesn't mean other professors have no clues at all. The best person to consult, other than the elusive Dumbledore, is right in front of him, this Dueling Master. It must be said, when it comes to analyzing the basics of magic, Dumbledore and Grindelwald might not be better than Professor Flitwick.
Professor Flitwick is a model of hard work.
Unlike Grindelwald and Dumbledore, or perhaps Ian with the "I see, I learn, I master" approach, talent doesn't dominate Professor Flitwick as heavily.
"Is there something else, Mr. Prince?" Professor Flitwick asked after arranging his belongings and climbing down from the podium, seeing Ian still standing at the doorway.
He sincerely praised Ian once more, "Your Accio is really very proficient, but attempts like 'Dumbledore Accio' should not be tried again in the future."
Professor Flitwick mentioned that during the young wizards' practice, Ian, having completed the task assigned long ago, was heard by him attempting a whimsical experiment in the corner.
"Accio can't work on living beings?"
At that time, Ian was actually just a bit bored.
"Most of the time, we only use Accio on non-living objects. This habit isn't because we can't use this magic spell on creatures, but because the magical burden of casting a spell on a creature is extremely large," Professor Flitwick explained to Ian with great patience about things not found in the textbooks.
"The farther the distance, the greater the burden, which you already know, and if you want to use it to summon our headmaster, you need to have magic power far exceeding that of Headmaster Dumbledore while bearing the burden of Accio."
"This... is very difficult to achieve."
Professor Flitwick's words were somewhat overly diplomatic.
However, Ian understood well, realizing it's unlikely to accomplish, because to his understanding, Dumbledore's and Grindelwald's magic power has likely reached the human limit of Level 9.
"Thank you for your clarification, Professor Flitwick..." Ian didn't dwell on advanced knowledge of Accio; he was actually more concerned about where his Patronus had gone, "Actually, the matter I want to seek your help with is not this, but about the magic spell that I've been unable to master after a long period of study."
Heaven knows if he can't summon a Patronus for a long time, would he be considered a naturally born Dark Wizard?
"Hmm? Which magic spell?"
Professor Flitwick seemed intrigued.
"Patronus Charm."
Ian's words left Professor Flitwick somewhat stunned.
"You said you're learning what magic spell?"
His face was filled with an incredulous expression, even doubting if he heard it wrong, as having a first-year wizard inquire about the Patronus Charm was something he couldn't have anticipated even in his dreams.
"Patronus Charm."
Ian repeated plainly.
Professor Flitwick fell into silence.
After a moment.
"Is it the rumor about Dementors in the school that has made you start worrying about safety?" Professor Flitwick thought he might have guessed why Ian wanted to learn such profound magic.
"Professor, I am actually not worried about Dementors, I'm just troubled by my inability to produce a corporeal Patronus." Ian sighed, his expression filled with gloom.
"??????"
Professor Flitwick initially thought Ian merely had a rough understanding, never expecting... could you explain to me what you mean by troubled by the inability to produce a corporeal Patronus!
You're just a first-year student!
How should I say, evidently, Professor Flitwick doesn't possess the composure of Snape; he looked at Ian with a gaze full of disbelief and promptly put down his things to speak.
"Can you cast the Patronus Charm?"
He genuinely felt a buzzing sense of disbelief.
"Summoning God Guardian!"
Ian decisively drew out his magic wand and briskly cast the spell, his enunciation precise and gesture exemplary. Even before the silver light appeared, Professor Flitwick was already gasping in astonishment.
Before their eyes.
In the bright classroom, a dazzling silvery-white light burst forth from the tip of the young wizard's magic wand, and thus, countless silver radiance swiftly spread throughout the entire classroom.
In the air, fine ripples suddenly emerged, resembling the glimmer on the lake's surface at dawn, as the ancient room was bathed in a resplendent silver glow.
This radiance was like the faint mist at dawn's first light, both hazy and mysterious. It gently caressed every inch of space, covering every corner of the classroom with a silvery sheen. The desks, chairs, bookshelves, blackboard, and even the tiny dust particles floating in the air seemed to be enveloped in a soft silver light at this moment.