Hogwarts’ John Wick

Chapter 588: 588: Magic Levels, Neville's Spring

Charms class.

John's arrival made Professor Flitwick very happy. Even though John was not a Ravenclaw student, he was definitely Flitwick's favorite student.

"You mustn't swing your wand with brute force, Mr. Crabbe."

Professor Flitwick was small in stature, yet highly respected.

By seventh year, Charms classes had far less theory. The focus was more on mastering previously learned spells in preparation for the N.E.W.T. exams.

"A beautiful Charm, Miss Granger."

Sometimes an outstanding spell would draw an exclamation of admiration from Professor Flitwick.

Ron whispered to Harry, "Why is John here? I thought he wouldn't show up for Charms class at all this school year."

"I heard Professor Flitwick invited him," Harry said. "I also thought he wouldn't come."

Ron said in disbelief, "What could he possibly learn here? I mean, does he even need these classes anymore?"

John had already killed Voldemort during the first half of the school year, yet he still came here to study?

Not just Ron, everyone else also felt as though they were dreaming.

Even the Ravenclaw students could not figure out what their Head of House was planning.

Halfway through the lesson, Professor Flitwick judged the timing to be about right and waved his wand to draw everyone's attention.

"Look over here. Yes, you heard correctly, Miss Parkinson. I would appreciate it if you would temporarily let go of Mr. Nott."

Pansy, who had been clinging to Theodore, immediately released her arms at those words.

Everyone looked over as Professor Flitwick said, "I know you are all very curious about why I invited Mr. Wick here."

"Mr. Wick's current level has already surpassed what I am capable of teaching."

"So I enthusiastically invited him here in the hope that Mr. Wick might leave behind some astonishing magic for Hogwarts during this lesson."

That was Professor Flitwick's true purpose. He knew John had created many spells.

As a Charms professor, he hoped John could share some of his experience in magical creation and application.

It was also a little bit of Ravenclaw cunning.

Professor Flitwick waved enthusiastically toward John. "John, just as we agreed."

"Alright, Professor Flitwick." John spread his hands helplessly and stood up from his seat.

The students immediately lit up with excitement.

The Second King of the Wizarding World was personally teaching them!

They stared at John with unprecedented enthusiasm in their eyes.

Walking to Professor Flitwick's position, John considered what kind of magic he could teach.

Come to think of it, most of his spells were extremely dangerous.

With even the slightest mistake, forget harming the enemy, the magic itself would backfire on the caster.

After some consideration, John settled on the spell he was best at: a variant of the Blasting Curse.

"I divide magic into seven levels," John said after a moment of thought.

His wand moved lightly, and a white light struck a humanoid target inside the Charms classroom.

White smoke rose from the target as the middle portion shattered apart.

He then unleashed four more attacks in succession.

Each humanoid target suffered different levels of damage and blasting effects.

"Levels one through five represent the dividing line in magical power application and combat technique. The resulting effects increase step by step."

The students all let out sounds of amazement as they watched the damage John caused so casually.

That barbarian Crabbe raised his hand and asked, "Then what's level six like?"

"Level six is when, based on the original spell itself, you create new variations. You can alter the spell's form of expression."

As he spoke, John lightly tapped his wand against the table, and a wave of white light spread outward.

Wherever it passed, the newly restored humanoid targets weathered away into drifting dust.

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up as he let out a shrill cry, "An outstanding Blasting Curse!"

John waved his wand again, and a lightning-shaped whip wrapped around a table. With a forceful pull, the area it touched shattered apart.

Next, a white sphere of light appeared at the tip of his wand. As the sphere grew larger and larger, Professor Flitwick began to panic.

"John, don't destroy the classroom."

"Sorry, Professor Flitwick. I almost forgot."

Just as John was about to use a charged Blasting Curse, he remembered they were still inside a classroom. He dispersed the spell and calmly said, "What you just saw were three variants of the Blasting Curse."

"You'll notice that aside from the different forms of expression, all of them pursue only one objective: destruction."

The altered forms of the Blasting Curse left everyone's eyes shining, and the resulting effects were tremendously powerful.

At that moment, someone else raised a hand. It was Ernie.

He asked excitedly, "Then what is level seven like?"

"That would already count as a completely new kind of magic." John smiled faintly, glanced around, then spread his hands. "I can't demonstrate it here."

Which meant that John had already reached the seventh level.

The students immediately turned pleading gazes toward Professor Flitwick.

Hermione still did not know how to face John.

She had long since given up any thought of catching up to him. By the time she still needed to take notes in class, John was already standing at the podium teaching others.

Professor Flitwick also desperately wanted to see what seventh-level magic looked like.

So he simply exercised a professor's privilege and led the students out of the classroom.

The students erupted in cheers as everyone followed along.

Neville and Hannah walked together, their behavior intimate enough that they clearly were not in an ordinary relationship.

Malfoy gritted his teeth and said, "If my Astoria were here, it wouldn't be their turn to show off!"

Daphne rolled her eyes at him and sneered, "You think you'd be showing off?"

Remembering that his nemesis was still around, Malfoy felt utterly stifled.

Pansy walked over beside Daphne and whispered, "Where exactly did you and John go yesterday?"

Thinking back to what happened yesterday, Daphne's cheeks flushed red like she had been drinking. She stammered, "We... we didn't do anything."

"Really?" Pansy stared at Daphne suspiciously.

After returning last night, Daphne had rolled around on her pillow for several hours straight. That definitely did not look like "nothing happened."

Daphne muttered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "We just slept together."

"Slept together?!"

Pansy's brain nearly overloaded.

And this was what you called "doing nothing"?

No, wait. I'm still at the hugging and flirting stage, and your relationship has already progressed this far?

"No, it really was just sleeping," Daphne hurriedly explained.

Pansy gave her a look that clearly said, I understand, I understand. Just sleeping, right.

The more Daphne explained, the more suggestive it sounded. She was completely despairing now.

They arrived at an open area outside the castle.

John looked around. In the distance stood the broken ruins and shattered walls left behind after the cleanup following the Battle of Hogwarts.

"This place will do."

He stopped everyone and said seriously, "I'll only demonstrate this once."

After all, there was only one target.

Everyone was curious about what seventh-level magic looked like, and they all held their breath in concentration.

John raised his wand and aimed it at the pile of ruins.

"Reducto."

White light gathered at the tip of the wand, transforming into spiraling lightning that shot forward.

At that instant, all anyone could see was a blinding white light.

Then, the ruins struck by the spell were instantly shattered and erased without a trace.

On the ground where the ruins had once stood, a massive crater nearly a hundred meters wide had appeared out of nowhere.

It looked as though the sword of a god had pierced through the earth itself, while white smoke rose from John's wand.

He stopped before continuing any further.

Everyone stared blankly at the enormous crater.

"This is the Blasting Curse?" Ron asked dumbfoundedly, voicing everyone's confusion.

This was practically an annihilation spell. With a single strike, everything had been utterly destroyed.

Even Professor Flitwick could not help wondering what realm John had already reached.

"No wonder he's considered comparable to Dumbledore."

John waved his wand, dispersing the white smoke, and calmly said, "As you can see, seventh-level magic possesses tremendous power, but it also places an enormous burden on both the wizard's body and wand."

It was a leap in quality.

In other people's hands, the Blasting Curse was merely a somewhat more refined Exploding Charm.

But in John's hands, it could unleash an effect akin to a weapon of total annihilation.

This gave everyone a far more direct understanding of the gap between themselves and the Second King of the Wizarding World.

A few days later, rumors about the seven levels of magic began spreading throughout Hogwarts.

A strange trend even appeared where students in conflicts would announce their spell levels to each other.

"This is bad. My Disarming Charm is only level three, while the other guy's is at least level four."

Usually, the battle would already be decided before it even began.

As a result, spell level assessment became an extremely popular topic, with John's system serving as the standard.

However, since John had only demonstrated the Blasting Curse, the standards for levels one through five of other spells remained relatively vague.

Ron curiously asked, "Harry, your Disarming Charm should already be level five, right?"

"Probably?" Harry replied uncertainly.

Hermione was also curious and felt that Harry's Disarming Charm was likely at a very high level.

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