The Tacit Understanding Between the Dean

Chapter 53 The Tacit Understanding Between the Dean

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick seemed to remember something, and turned to Ian, saying:

"Ian, why don't you try demonstrating the Summoning Spell? Don't be afraid of making mistakes, after all, this is the first time you've encountered this spell."

Upon hearing this, Ian's lips twitched involuntarily. He was perfectly aware of his dean's little scheme. He simply wanted to find an opportunity to boost his college's score.

Just as Ian could sense Professor Flitwick's bloodline power and was thus steadily suppressed by him, so too could Professor Flitwick; he had long since discovered Ian's strength.

This student even gave him a faint sense of danger, though it was very weak. But anyone who could give him this feeling was a powerful adult wizard, and Ian was only a third-year student.

Therefore, he wasn't worried at all about whether Ian could successfully cast the spell. To put it simply, what normal person would worry about whether their friend could breathe, eat, or drink?

The development of their bloodline had long since made magic a part of their lives and their very nature; it was an effortless, innate habit. Professor Flitwick's only concern now was that Ian might perform too well, acting like a beginner and failing to quickly get into character.

That's why he added the line at the end—"This is the first time you've all encountered the Spell of the Flying Bird"—firstly, to remind Ian not to show off too much, and secondly, it's a good excuse to score points for his academy, making it seem natural and not abrupt.

Therefore, Ian was well aware of his headmaster's intentions, and he didn't mind playing along with the old man, since it was a reasonable bonus.

Just look at the exaggerated 100-point bonuses that Old Deng received at the end of the semester. Compared to that, our own dean's 5 or 10 points are really just a drop in the ocean.

"Ahem..." Ian stood up, cleared his throat, and then drew his wand with standard gestures and standard intonation. In order to get into character, he also deliberately showed a slightly awkward expression.

To Professor Flitwick's standard third-grade spellbook, which was on the podium, he loudly recited: "Textbook, fly here!"

The textbooks on the podium seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, instantly taking off and landing steadily in Ian's outstretched left hand. The whole process was very smooth and fluid, without any unnecessary movements, and everything was so standard.

This was a textbook performance that instantly captivated all the young wizards in the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff classroom.

clap clap clap...

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant Spellcaster, flawlessly executed. Ravenclaw gets 10 points for that."

While clapping and cheering, Professor Flitwick didn't forget his business, trying to boost his college's score. He also gave Ian a knowing look, everything understood without saying a word.

"Alright, now you can start practicing. For your first time, it's best to use small items like textbooks to practice the Summoning Spell."

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"Well done, Ian!"

Andrei, his roommate behind him, patted Ian on the shoulder in the front row and said happily.

Typically, Ravenclaws are like this: they genuinely admire those who go further, in whatever way. Their exceptional intelligence makes them understand that some things cannot be simply summed up with a single phrase like "talented."

Talent also requires accumulating enough knowledge and experience to turn talent into reality.

"Thanks!"

Ian answered calmly. If it weren't for Professor Flitwick, he really wouldn't have bothered showing off in front of these kids.

"Honestly, Ian, you always manage to surprise me like this. I always feel like I'm going to be left far behind by you."

Ivy, who was not far away, also said half-jokingly.

Ian replied with a smile, "Haha, but I won't stop. Only by constantly climbing can I possibly unveil the mysteries of this vast magical mountain."

Upon hearing this, Ivy shrugged and said somewhat helplessly, "It seems we need to work even harder."

That's the atmosphere in Charms class—relaxed and free. Professor Flitwick never paid attention to the students who were chatting and talking.

As long as they keep quiet for the first half of the class, he is very easygoing during practice time and sometimes even participates in the young wizards' discussions.

……

Monday morning's Charms class ended in this cheerful atmosphere. As the bell rang, the young wizards around them spontaneously packed up their belongings, preparing to leave the classroom.

Ian, however, had the foresight to pack his belongings early and leave quickly. He noticed that as the end of get out of class approached, many girls were casually glancing at his seat.

Ian found it all very troublesome and disliked this kind of meaningless flirting and socializing, so he packed up early and left first, leaving the girls looking disappointed.

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After Ian left, he had to rush to the basement because they had a potions class in half an hour.

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