Harry Potter : Reincarnated to Rewrite Hogwarts History

Flitwick chuckled warmly. "Ha ha ha, there are many reasons for that. But why don't you cast a spell for me so I can see how you're doing?"

Aldric pointed his wand at a book resting on the desk. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he said. The book wobbled slightly, lifted into the air for a moment, then gently fell back down.

"Ah, a fine levitation charm," Flitwick said, clearly impressed. "Honestly, Aldric, your skill is already better than most first-years and even many older students. But I do see some room for improvement. When you cast, it seems like you're not fully putting your emotions into it."

"Emotions?" Aldric frowned in confusion.

"Yes," Flitwick explained. "Magic isn't just about wand movements and saying the right words. Those are just the basics for channeling the power inside you. The real strength comes from tapping into your feelings. The more you believe and feel strongly about the spell working, the stronger the magic will be, up to your own limit."

"The highest level is when you can control your magic completely, using it exactly as you want. That takes a lot of knowledge and natural talent. It's also what allows wizards to perform silent or wandless magic. But that's something you'll grow into later."

Flitwick took a thoughtful sip of his tea before looking kindly at Aldric. "Thank you for coming to me, Aldric. Your honesty is refreshing."

Aldric bowed deeply. "Thank you for your help, Professor. This has been really enlightening."

"Poor child, I've heard about what happened to you," Professor Flitwick said kindly, looking at Aldric with genuine sympathy. "I promise you, no one at Hogwarts would ever discriminate against your situation."

Aldric paused, his eyes welling up with tears as those words sank in. He realized Flitwick was talking about the incident at the Leaky Cauldron. He hadn't expected the news to reach a professor so quickly, truly, the wizarding world in Britain was a small place. 

Aldric had almost forgotten about it himself. He never held grudges; if there was a problem, he dealt with it right away. But sometimes, appearances did matter. 

Fortunately, years of experience had taught him how to keep his emotions in check. Seeing Aldric's hurt expression nearly broke Flitwick's heart. 

He remembered feeling just like this boy, discriminated against because of his goblin heritage. Back then, Flitwick had a fiery temper and anyone who offended him quickly found themselves on the receiving end of a powerful spell. It wasn't until he won the dueling championship that his temper cooled, because no one dared to provoke him anymore. 

"It's alright now. Everything's going to be fine," Flitwick said softly, reaching out to gently stroke Aldric's short golden hair.

"Thank you, Professor Flitwick. You're the first person who's truly been kind to me," Aldric said, wiping away tears that weren't really there. 

After some polite conversation, Aldric stood to leave. "Thank you so much, Professor!" he said, bowing deeply. "May I come to you for guidance again?"

"Of course, my boy. My office door is always open to you. Now go, don't miss lunch," Flitwick replied with a warm smile and nod. Then, as if remembering something, he gave Aldric a playful wink.

"By the way, Aldric, whatever you do, don't experiment with magic in the common room. You'd make a mess. You might want to check out the eighth floor, there's probably something useful there."

"Thank you, Professor." After saying goodbye, Aldric walked alone toward the dining hall, feeling that opening up like this was worth it. Not only had he found a way to improve his weak spell power, but he had also gained Flitwick's promise to support him.

Most importantly, Flitwick had given him permission, though it was more of a subtle hint than a direct order. The Room of Requirement was on the eighth floor, and Flitwick's parting words made it clear that Aldric was allowed to enter. That meant he no longer had to worry about Dumbledore's suspicions if he went inside. 

Aldric wasn't being overly cautious; from what he understood, Hogwarts itself was a magical artifact, and the headmaster probably kept an eye on its various rooms and halls. Lost in thought, Aldric soon found himself in the bustling dining hall, which was packed with young witches and wizards enjoying their meals. He casually picked a table and sat down, and a steaming plate of beef stew with potatoes and white bread appeared before him.

"Aldric! What have you been up to these past few days? We've been trying to find you!" a familiar voice called out. 

Aldric looked up to see the trio of friends who had saved him standing before him. "Sorry, Hogwarts is just too fascinating. I've been exploring nonstop, though I haven't even finished checking out the Ravenclaw common room yet," he said with a shrug, half-joking.

Hermione didn't seem convinced and replied, "I think someone's been busy flirting with the older students!"

"I'm not! I'm not, don't make things up," Aldric hurriedly denied. 

"You're lying! I saw you in the library, flirting and cuddling with those girls!" Hermione insisted. 

Aldric hadn't expected her to care so much and teased, "Oh? Why so interested in me? Do you like me or something?"

"No! It's just coincidence, you, you can't say that!" Hermione's face flushed bright red as she tried to escape. 

But before she could move, a boy with platinum blonde hair stepped in front of her. "Wow, everyone look! Gryffindor's know-it-all and Ravenclaw's golden-haired kid are an item now!" Draco Malfoy sneered.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry shouted angrily.

"Move aside! Is that how your parents taught you to treat a lady? You ill-mannered beast!" Aldric stood up, glaring fiercely at Draco. 

The look seemed to remind Draco of his embarrassing moment on the train, and his face darkened. "A lady? You call that buck-toothed thing a lady?" Draco spat, saliva flying. "But she does suit you, Aldric."

"You filthy mudbloods belong together!" Draco sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

Aldric couldn't help but chuckle at the insult. The protective charm he had just cast was ready, and this unexpected opportunity to stand up for himself was too good to pass up. 

He drew his wand and aimed it at Draco. "I'll give you one chance to rethink your choice of words."

Draco looked completely unafraid. He didn't believe that a Muggle-born like Aldric could have picked up any spell in just a few days. 

After all, Draco was pure-blooded nobility who'd been studying magic since he was a child. "Mud Blood!" Draco spat deliberately.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Aldric shouted back.