HARRY POTTER: I AM THE WHITE LORD

Chapter 67: Wingardium Leviosa

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As soon as she sent Harry back to the bedroom, Mia stretched out her wand and cast an ear-blocking spell towards Harry's room.

She turned her head and stared at Sebastian fiercely, then stretched out her right hand to pinch the soft flesh on his waist and twisted it hard.

"I kept winking at you, winking at you, and wrinkling my face from all the hardness, why did you pretend not to see anything?!"

"Tell Harry everything, how old is he! Isn't there something he should know now?"

"And let him take revenge? Let him face the mysterious man?"

"Isn't this the plot of Journey to the West that you told me, where Bangboboba went to capture Tang Sanzang and his disciples!"

"Wrong, it was Benboerba..." Sebastian replied carefully.

"Is it about the name?!"

Mia's voice rose eight degrees, and seeing Sebastian's unremarkable look, she gritted her teeth, and used her right hand again to twist it hard.

"He's still a child. Do you think he can defeat You-Know-Who after a few years of training?"

"You want him to do something that Dumbledore couldn't do? What are you crazy about!"

As if she still felt unsatisfied, Mia picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it at Sebastian twice.

"Okay, okay," Sebastian hugged Mia and patted her back to comfort her.

"It's my fault, it's my fault. I let you wink at a blind man. Let me explain first."

Sebastian spoke softly, holding Mia and rocking her gently, as if coaxing a child, and persuading her earnestly.

"This will give Harry a motivation to work hard."

"You also know what the atmosphere in Hogwarts is like. I'm afraid that once he goes to school, he will lose interest in studying."

"Besides, it's always good to work hard to improve your strength."

"I don't expect him to do anything to the Dark Lord."

"I just hope that he will be able to face those Death Eaters head-on. At least he won't be captured so easily."

"Even if he can't beat them, he should be able to run away."

Mia's tense back slowly softened. She leaned her head on Sebastian's shoulder and sobbed softly.

"I just feel sorry for Harry. He is so young and has to bear such a heavy fate."

"You must teach him well and don't hide anything. Do you hear me!"

She raised her head and looked at Sebastian with tears in her eyes, then stretched out her right hand and gently rubbed the part she had just twisted.

"Does it hurt? I apologize to you. I was just a little impatient just now."

Sebastian wiped the tears from Mia's face with a doting look, and then patted his chest hard.

"Don't worry, I'm made of iron! It's just a small matter."

"Go back to sleep first, I'll think about tomorrow's teaching content."

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Sebastian immediately grimaced.

It hurts, it hurts!

Hiss...

It's all purple!

He took out the potion and applied it to the wound while looking hatefully in the direction of Harry's room.

Good for you, Potter.

You just got me so badly injured.

Tomorrow, I will definitely train you well!

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Early the next morning, Harry followed Sebastian to his study.

"Mia is very busy at St. Mungo's Hospital. She's not at home during the day, so she can't accompany you."

"Then, let's start studying! During the study, you can call me Professor Swan."

Harry immediately raised his hand, looking like a curious baby.

"Professor Swan, I have a question."

He picked up the wand and showed it to Sebastian.

"Do wizards have to use wands? I didn't have a wand when I was at my aunt's house, but I did a lot of incredible things."

"Once my aunt forced me to wear a dress I didn't like, and the dress quickly shrank and became so big that no one could wear it."

"Also," Harry touched his hair and smiled embarrassedly, "Maybe because I always wanted to cover the scar on my forehead with hair, my hair grows very fast."

"There were many times when I went to the barber shop the day before, and my hair grew again the next day."

"So, I was thinking, why do we need a wand? Wouldn't it be more convenient not to use a wand?"

Very thoughtful.

You know to ask why when something happens.

And this question is quite profound.

That's right!

A child who suddenly comes into contact with the magic world should have a hundred thousand whys in his mind.

By the way, in the original book, Harry also loved to study when he first entered school, and he would take notes diligently in class.

It's just that he stayed with Ron every day, and gradually became less hardworking.

"Good question," Sebastian nodded with a smile, "For powerful wizards, it is indeed possible to cast spells without a wand, just like this."

He snapped his fingers coolly, and a bottle of Coke flew over like an arrow and landed steadily on the table in front of the two.

"Although this is very convenient, with a wand, I can control the power of the spell more easily and perform more delicate operations."

"However, the magic power of a young wizard is very unstable, and you can't always do what you want."

"And when you are two years older, your magic power will become stronger. If you can't stably control the output of magic power, it is easy to get into danger."

Sebastian pointed to the wand in Harry's hand.

"At this time, the magic wand is very important. Through it, we can release magic power stably."

"In this way, we can release spells safely."

"Therefore, the magic wand is indispensable for young wizards who are just starting to learn magic, and even adult wizards."

"Without the magic wand, many wizards can't even cast a spell."

"So, you must protect your wand. This is the foundation of our wizards' lives."

Sebastian opened the Coke and took a big sip.

"Harry, the release of a spell is inseparable from three points, the gesture of casting, the spell of the spell and our magic."

"Then, we need to figure out what magic is first."

What is magic?

Harry shook his head, he couldn't figure it out: "I haven't read the book yet... I don't know the definition in the book."

"Haha, the concept in the book is too abstract, even if you read it, you probably won't understand it."

"Don't worry, I'll take you to experience it yourself. Here is a particularly suitable spell - the floating spell."

"Its spell is 'Wingardium Leviosa', pay attention to my wand, one wave and one shake."

As he spoke, the feathers in front of the two people floated gently under Sebastian's command.

"The spell must be clear, otherwise it is easy to cause unpredictable dangers."

Hearing Sebastian's instructions, Harry hurriedly repeated the pronunciation of the spell several times, then stretched out his wand and cast a spell on the feather in front of him.

Once,

twice,

three times...

The feather still lay quietly on the table, motionless, as if mocking Harry's incompetence.

Harry recalled Sebastian's movements and tried to reproduce them.

He became more and more anxious, and the wand in his hand danced faster and faster.

Hearing the sound of Harry waving his wand and breaking through the air, Sebastian was not clear about what was happening, and he reached out to stop Harry.

"Harry, you don't have to imitate my movements completely. It's actually very simple, just a wave and a shake."

"Don't be impatient. It's a taboo to be impatient when learning!"

"Also, remember what I'm going to say next."

"Magic is the power of making your wishes come true, and it's the power of belief!"

"You must firmly believe that the spell you cast will succeed. Don't doubt yourself."

Sebastian smiled, his voice was very firm, and there was a power that made people believe in it.

"Come on, take a deep breath, relax your mind, wave your wand naturally, and believe that you will succeed."

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath until his mind slowly calmed down. He opened his eyes and looked at the feathers in front of him with a firm gaze.

His arm moved gently, using the strength of his wrist to drive the wand.

A wave, a shake.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

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