Change the world from Hogwarts

Connor couldn't help but be stunned.

In his opinion, there were so many things that could be said about this issue, and he didn't know where to start for a while.

But after thinking about it carefully, he still gave a more traditional answer.

"A wizard, I think, is someone who talks to the world."

And when he gave his answer, the small discussion sound lingering in the entire classroom suddenly became quiet.

"We use our own will and thoughts to influence the world, and then produce some wonderful changes."

After finishing speaking, Connor looked at Professor Flitwick.

"I think that's it. That's right. This is the talent possessed by wizards. Other than that, they are no different from ordinary people."

"Excellent answer, to the point!"

Professor Flitwick said, he was obviously a little excited, his little body was swaying on the pile of books.

"Very few young wizards have this level of insight. I need to give Hufflepuff 10 points!"

10 points for just answering a question like this?

For a moment, there was a commotion on the Slytherin side.

"What's the answer?"

"Why are wizards no different from ordinary people?"

"Damn it..."

But before they could question anything, Slytherin's doubts were drowned out by even more violent applause.

No matter how aggrieved they were, the Hufflepuff badgers were overjoyed.

"Well done, Connor!"

"As expected of you, Connor!"

No, do you need to do this?

Noticing that the students in the college were paying attention, Connor couldn't help but have a strong doubt in his mind.

But soon, this inexplicable doubt was answered.

"It's a good thing if you can get extra points."

"I'll count on you in class from now on."

Oh, it's okay, I got the college points.

Because the prefect said that such things were not their first-year students' turn, he almost forgot about these things.

"Okay everyone, please be quiet."

When the praise and applause of the little badgers gradually subsided, Professor Flitwick also appeared at the right time to increase his presence.

"Maybe you are wondering why I emphatically praise Mr. McMahon. It's actually very simple, because what he said is the truth, and even I can't summarize it better."

The professor glanced vaguely at Slytherin, where some of the opposing remarks came from.

However, he did not pursue these matters.

"We wizards are born with certain talents. The awakening and existence of this talent often help us induce some wonderful images. I generally call it 'magic awakening' or 'magic riot'. You have also experienced it.

All kinds of weird things have happened, haven’t you?”

Flitwick waved his wand gently, and one after another wonderful phenomena appeared around him along with his words.

"For example, sometimes we find that we can make glass disappear unintentionally, or accidentally turn stones into various small animals that can move. Some people will subconsciously strengthen their bodies and have the ability to defeat

All kinds of large animal abilities.”

Finally, he swept the fronts of them clean, as if broken glass, little birds, etc. had never appeared before.

"This is the talent we have. Our will and consciousness can unintentionally cause some laws that violate their definition in the eyes of Muggles..."

After briefly explaining this, Flitwick changed the topic:

"But unfortunately, this kind of talent is actually not controllable, and sometimes it can cause a lot of trouble. I think most of you have caused a lot of trouble to your families, right?"

"Indeed, in the past few years, I would accidentally twist the spoon into a piece of iron."

"When I came to my senses, all my toys were broken."

"When I lost the wizard chess game, I accidentally broke the entire chessboard..."

"Yes, that's it. Magic riots always cause various problems. It is said that the talents of some masters of prophecy are also awakened during magic riots. It is said that they can see the future from time to time, but the process may be a bit painful.

.”

Seeing the children looking at each other and talking about all the inconveniences that had happened in their lives, Flitwick's expression became serious.

"In short, you come to school just to learn. For wizards, spells and wands are actually media to control their own personal abilities. Their existence will make our lives and our spell-casting process easier.

…”

After explaining the large section that needed to be explained to the little wizard, Professor Flitwick just waved his wand.

"Now, I will teach you a simple introductory spell: the floating spell! Its function is actually very simple, it is to make objects suspended and float."

Just like a skilled beginner, he did not create any miraculous phenomena at will, but waved the magic wand.

"Watch my movements, wave and shake... very simple, use your wrist flexibly, and the spell is..."

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Professor Flitwick's demonstration was extremely friendly and easy to understand.

However, Connor's attention was no longer on the curse.

Professor Flitwick's words only echoed in his mind.

Magical riot.

talent.

prophecy.

These are all interpretations and point to some very important messages.

After thinking about it, he moved his eyes to the rat teeth marks on his hand that still hadn't faded away.

"I see……"

He raised a smile and waved his hazel branch wand.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The clear spell drove the imagination, and after the will interfered with reality, the feathers slowly floated.

"Wow, good job! You succeeded in one attempt. Five points for Hufflepuff!"

…………

Soon, the first day was over.

The little wizards of Hufflepuff have always loved parties and group activities.

Connor, who was already well-known, became more popular among his classmates after receiving praise from his teachers, and their enthusiasm made Connor somewhat overwhelmed.

But fortunately, the enthusiasm will eventually fade.

Children also get tired easily. When night comes, the little wizards return to their dormitories contentedly.

After getting rid of those enthusiastic classmates and roommates, Connor took a deep breath.

After thinking for a moment, he handed his palm to his kitten.

"Phil, take a bite."

The cat rarely gave a positive response. She just rolled her eyes humanely, and a mouse suddenly split out of her plump body, and then bit Connor's hand hard.

"hiss……"

It hurt a little, but not enough to make Connor scream.

However, his somewhat painful expression still made the cat lick his wounds.

"It's fine."

After gently stroking his little kitten, Connor directly picked her up and laid her on the bed.

"The next step is to report today's situation to my mother."

With thoughts, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into sleep.

As his consciousness sank, he found that he seemed to be in a fairyland-like garden. In the sea of ​​flowers, his beautiful adoptive mother was waving to him.

Now they can only communicate in this way.

But before the witch could ask any more questions, Connor took the lead and said:

"I encountered a lot of things today...but I also have my own plans."

"...Let's talk about it."