During the spell practice organized by Professor Flitwick, Lys was met with unprecedented enthusiasm. Everyone wanted to know how she managed to cast that spell.
The spectacular scene, the powerful effect—the entire school had witnessed the wild magical might over the Black Lake.
"The spell demands an enormous amount of magical power and isn't practical. From the moment I was immobilized to the point where the attack was effectively executed, I was completely vulnerable for five whole minutes," Lys explained as she awkwardly squeezed out of the crowd.
Lys was fully aware of the spell's shortcomings. If she wanted to exhibit the same level of power in a real battle as she did over the Black Lake, she would have been defeated countless times before the spell succeeded.
However, Lys pulled out a piece of parchment.
"But if you're interested, here's the experience I've summarized. You need to understand Runes and then experiment. Hmm... it's best to have a teacher present, and start with the amount of water in a cup."
"You're right, child. I've been emphasizing since your first year that you should have a professor present when practicing spells."
Professor Flitwick was also very interested and made a copy of Lys's spell explanation to examine.
That day, he too saw the full glory of the magic from the window, and he was even brought over by Minerva on a flying broomstick, anxiously.
However, when they reached the shore, the magical fluctuations on the lake were still rampant and wild. Fearing these magical forces would disrupt and destroy the alchemy array in the broom, causing it to fail and drop them into the lake, they abandoned the broom for safety and took a boat to check on Lys's condition.
"Child, I must say, at the time, I thought someone had broken into Hogwarts. Minerva and I were terrified."
As he scrutinized the parchment in his hand, Flitwick raised his eyebrows at Lys.
No matter how he looked at this spell modified by Lys, it exuded a sense of randomness and recklessness, and it was extremely dangerous. The amount of magic required was simply astonishing.
At that time, this child was controlling the entire Black Lake's water. Flitwick grimaced as he held the parchment.
"Oh, Stalys Black, an O for your term grade!"
Spells are not meant to be static; they should be flexibly used by wizards according to their needs and circumstances. This child accomplished something many wizards couldn't.
She deserved an O (Outstanding).
"I must admit, outstanding, child, very outstanding. You remained calm in the face of danger and reacted quickly, boldly experimenting. You could say you saved your own life."
He paused, "So, could you bring your poor professor along the next time you experiment with spells? That day, Minerva and I almost thought you were dead."
Shaking the parchment in his hand, Flitwick looked at Lys, "So, can you demonstrate it for me now, with the amount of water in a cup? Forgive my fragile heart, children~"
Lys felt that Professor Flitwick was simply amazing, and the students below had no objections. A wizard capable of wielding such powerful magic deserved the best grades.
Without the need for large amounts of water for preparation, Lys almost instantly recited the Runes with her wand raised, and the small stream of water pierced through the desks and chairs in the classroom.
Under Professor Flitwick's direction, it attacked a book surrounded by protective charms. There was no shattering or noise; a hole appeared in the center of the book, and only after the water had passed through did the magical barriers emit the sound of breaking.
Lys dispelled the magic and exhaled heavily, "The stronger the protective magic, the more forceful the water's penetration and shredding, and the greater the magic power required. Piercing through Protego, I'm out of strength now."
This was true, but Lys's actual condition wasn't as severe as she claimed. She could still take on four opponents at once.
However, the frightened expressions of everyone, including Flitwick, told Lys that this nearly silent attack method was more terrifying than her grandiose magic over the Black Lake.
Lys even pulled out two bottles of magical rejuvenation potion from her pocket and drank them for show.
Later, she discreetly retrieved the parchment, saying it was her assignment for Professor Babbling, "This is worth an O, after all. It must be treated carefully."
After staying in the classroom until everyone had left, Lys looked at Professor Flitwick, because his expression at the time indicated he knew Lys wasn't as exhausted as she claimed.
But Professor Flitwick didn't say much, "Child, I've said you're an outstanding child but also a lazy one. I hope there won't come a day when you actively use this power, okay?"
"I won't harm others lightly, Professor."
Lys also didn't intend to use this spell casually. The spell's effect was not just penetration; it was more about shredding anything, including magic.
So if a wizard was hit and wasn't strong and stable enough, they might experience a magical riot and end up as a Squib.
Flitwick smiled at Lys before leaving the classroom.
This incident was quite significant, and he needed to discuss it further with Minerva and Dumbledore.
Recently, due to Lys's spell, quite a few incidents had occurred. Several students inquired from the Ravenclaw lying in the hospital about the experiment's idea.
Then they went to experiment with the spell, almost draining their own blood.
No one succeeded, including Flitwick.
Lying in the hospital wing, Flitwick awkwardly drank a blood replenishing potion, the white blanket pulled up to his chin.
"Oh Poppy, you must understand, a spell, so intriguing, and I'm a spell teacher, of course I'm interested."
And then he was engulfed by the wrath of Madam Pomfrey, "Don't call me Poppy! You! And those children! All had your brains drained by the spell! So dangerous! If those two kids had been a little later, Hogwarts would have had casualties! Two of them!"
Thinking of that poor Gryffindor student, he had even considered the dangers when experimenting with the spell, letting someone observe from half a classroom away, ready to rush him to the hospital wing if anything went wrong. But under the spell, both their blood was nearly drained, almost dying in that empty classroom, with the ghost reporting the incident.
However, under the terrifying descriptions of the failures and the forgetful nature of the young wizards, no one mentioned Lys's spell again.
But students still subconsciously hurried away when they encountered someone carrying a snake in the school.
Lys didn't mind; she had long been used to it over the past three years.
Except for some in Slytherin who revered strength and others who pursued interests, these people wanted to show their stance and make friends with Lys.
Unfortunately, they couldn't catch a glimpse of Lys. She hardly appeared anywhere except in class.
Even when she did appear elsewhere, Lys would cast Confundus and Disillusionment Charms on herself.
In any location.
Lys really wasn't good at dealing with these clever people. They spoke in circles, covered things up, and talking to the first person meant talking to the second.
Accepting the first person's invitation meant accepting the second's as well.
This seriously delayed Lys's plans for her life and studies. She hadn't even started much research on the alchemical materials' bones.
So she simply refused everyone.
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