044 Professor Watson’s First Lesson (Part 2)

In the face of Ron Weasley’s eager gaze, Bryan smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He didn’t directly answer Ron’s question but instead redirected the topic back to the course at hand, capturing the attention of the young wizards.

“The Defense Against the Dark Arts course, I prefer to call it Danger Defense,” Bryan began, his voice resonating through the lecture hall. “It is a comprehensive course where everything you learn in this school, from spells, transfiguration, herbology, potions, to magical creature protection, can be applied. In order to skillfully handle any incoming danger, you must possess three qualities: skill, method, and courage!”

The young wizards listened intently, drawn in by Bryan’s charisma and the importance of the subject matter. Even those who weren’t particularly fond of studying found themselves paying full attention to Professor Watson’s lecture. The prospect of attending a proper Dark Magic Defense class at Hogwarts was considered a rare occurrence, and this opportunity was not lost on the students.

Meanwhile, Hermione Granger diligently wrote down every word Professor Watson said in her notebook, her hand moving quickly across the pages to capture every bit of knowledge imparted.

Bryan’s gaze shifted back to Ron, his smile widening. “I won’t be teaching you any powerful ancient magic or charms, Mr. Weasley—” Ron’s hopeful expression faltered, disappointment evident in his eyes. But before Ron could say anything, Bryan addressed the entire class.

“As for the reason, first of all, I am not the professor of the Charms class. Teaching charms is Professor Flitwick’s job, not mine,” Bryan explained, his voice clear and calm. “Secondly, there was a time when I was indeed obsessed with the power of ancient magic. But as my research deepened, I found that the majority of ancient magic has completely vanished in the river of time. Even if I were to exhaust all my life’s efforts, it would be impossible to find a complete system of offensive and defensive ancient magic. Therefore, I am not particularly proficient in ‘authentic’ ancient magic.”

Bryan’s words hung in the air, and the young wizards listened intently, absorbing the knowledge he imparted. Some looked puzzled, unable to fully grasp the significance of his explanation.

Observing their confusion, Bryan pondered for a moment, his mind racing to find a solution. He decided to put on a demonstration, believing that seeing was better than hearing. He took out his wand, the polished wood glinting in the light, instantly capturing the attention of the young wizards who loved this part the most.

A buzz of excitement filled the auditorium as the young wizards eagerly awaited the demonstration. This was their favorite part of any magical class, a chance to witness the power and finesse of experienced wizards.

“Well,” Bryan’s gaze wandered across the room, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let me do a demonstration. Who can tell me the spell you are most skilled at?”

The auditorium erupted into chaos, resembling thousands of buzzing bees. The young wizards engaged in spirited discussions, their voices blending into a symphony of excitement.

“The Leg-Locking Curse, Professor Watson, I’m good at that!” Gryffindor’s Lavender Brown eagerly raised her hand, her enthusiasm evident.

“The Bat-Bogey Hex!” Ginny exclaimed, her voice soft yet hopeful. However, her words were drowned out by the noisy crowd, and Bryan didn’t hear her at all.

“Professor Watson, let me go,” Draco Malfoy sneered, his gaze fixed on Harry. He stood up, his voice loud and commanding. “The Tarantallegra!”

Crabbe and Goyle burst into laughter, their eyes gleaming with delight, while Harry’s competitive spirit ignited, refusing to be outdone by his rival.

The young wizards continued to speak up, each mentioning a different spell they considered their specialty. Spells such as the Tooth-Ache Jinx, the Baldness Curse, and the Tongue-Tying Curse filled the air, leaving Bryan increasingly perplexed. These spells touched upon his knowledge blind spots, unfamiliar and peculiar to him.

Growing increasingly puzzled, Bryan raised his hand to his forehead, a black line forming. He decided to interrupt the chaotic chatter, commanding attention with his authoritative presence. “Wait!”

His voice echoed through the auditorium, causing the young wizards to pause and look at him with curiosity and anticipation. Bryan cleared his throat, his tone slightly exasperated yet filled with a hint of amusement. “Ahem, can’t anyone say a spell that’s a bit more… normal?”

The young wizards exchanged glances, realizing the peculiarity of their choices. They quieted down, their voices hushed. Finally, Ron Weasley, trembling slightly, raised his hand. “Um, the Levitation Charm, Professor Watson, I’m fairly proficient at that!”

Bryan’s relief was palpable as he smiled, his eyes conveying encouragement. He walked up to Ron, standing beside him, and nodded approvingly. “Very good, Mr. Weasley! Let everyone see your Levitation Charm.”

Ron’s face turned slightly red, a mixture of nervousness and excitement evident on his features. His voice stuttered as he mumbled something in response. Harry and Hermione understood Ron’s concern, their supportive voices joining together in a flurry of reassurance.

Bryan listened attentively, his gaze focused on Ron. He understood Ron’s doubts and wanted to help him overcome them. “Is your wand broken?” Bryan raised an eyebrow, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. “Can you show it to me?”

With a hopeful expression, Ron took out his wand, which was haphazardly taped together with magical tape to prevent it from snapping into two pieces. The sight of the damaged wand caused Malfoy to burst into loud laughter, taunting Ron with his ridicule. “Let’s pick someone else, Professor Watson. Weasley’s wand might kill everyone here!”

The laughter of the Slytherins echoed through the room, casting a shadow of embarrassment over Ron. His face, flushed with embarrassment, turned as red as if scalded by boiling water.

Bryan’s eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting towards the Slytherins. His tone remained calm, but a stern undertone laced his words. “I fail to see what’s so funny, Mr. Malfoy. Mocking others doesn’t showcase your sense of humor.”

As Bryan turned his head and looked at the Slytherins, his unwavering gaze bathed them in a figurative bucket of cold water in the middle of winter. They fell into silence, unable to utter another word, their smirks wiped off their faces. Even Draco Malfoy, known for his arrogance, was silenced, unable to meet Bryan’s gaze.

Returning his attention to Ron, Bryan extended his hand, gesturing for the wand. “Can you fix it, Professor Watson?” Ron asked hopefully, looking at Bryan with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

Bryan didn’t reply immediately. Squatting down, he carefully placed Ron’s wand on the ground, his eyes flickering with a faint light. He focused his magical energy, channeling it into the damaged wand.

“Reparo!”

The broken wand on the ground immediately shook rapidly, its fractured pieces floating and swirling in the air. A burst of shiny red sparks erupted from the broken end, the fragments aligning perfectly as they were firmly stuck back together. The wand was restored to its original state, appearing as if it had never been damaged.

“You fixed it, Professor Watson!” Ron’s eyes lit up with joy, his voice filled with gratitude. “I asked many people, and they all told me that this wand was completely useless!”

“Their assessment is not entirely wrong, Mr. Weasley,” Bryan responded, his smile warm and understanding. He carefully examined Ron’s wand, running his fingers along its surface. After a brief moment of inspection, he looked up, his eyes meeting Ron’s. “A wand is a very delicate alchemical tool. Although I forcefully restored it to its original state with magic, the internal damage remains unresolved. You can use it for now, but you should know that it won’t last long. So I still recommend that you get a new one from Ollivander’s during the summer break—”

Before Bryan could finish his sentence, Ron’s delighted expression overshadowed any concerns. His gratitude and happiness were evident on his face, grateful for Bryan’s help in salvaging his beloved wand.

Encouraged by the positive atmosphere, Bryan redirected the focus back to the demonstration. “Wingardium Leviosa!” he exclaimed, urging Ron to showcase his skills. The room held its breath, eagerly awaiting Ron’s performance.

With newfound confidence, Ron took a deep breath and focused his concentration. He carefully waved his repaired wand, enunciating the incantation with precision. The feather on the desk in front of him slowly lifted into the air, floating delicately.

“Very good, Mr. Weasley,” Bryan applauded, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. “A successful Levitation Charm.”

The young wizards clapped and cheered, their enthusiasm infectious. Ron beamed with pride, his earlier nervousness replaced with a sense of accomplishment.

“Now, try injecting more magical power,” Bryan encouraged, his voice resonating with a gentle yet motivating tone.

Eager to impress, Ron nodded, determined to push his abilities further. He closed his eyes momentarily, channeling his magical energy. With a surge of power, he directed it towards the feather, attempting to amplify the Levitation Charm.

Boom!

The room was engulfed in a sudden explosion, startling everyone present. The feather disintegrated into a flurry of floating debris, the remnants swirling in the air before gently descending onto Ron’s confused face.

There was a collective gasp of surprise, and a momentary silence followed. Ron’s expression turned sheepish, a mixture of disappointment and embarrassment evident on his features.

However, Bryan remained unfazed by the mishap. He stepped forward, his gaze reassuring. “Very well, Mr. Weasley. You have earned two points for Gryffindor.”

Ron’s eyes widened, a spark of excitement rekindling within him. The disappointment melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of determination.

“Now, let me show you mine,” Bryan declared, his voice resonating with a hint of excitement. He gestured for Ron to step down, allowing him to take the center stage.

The young wizards fixed their gaze on Bryan, their curiosity piqued. The air was pregnant with anticipation as he raised his arm, his wand firmly gripped in his hand.

With a low shout, Bryan’s wrist suddenly shook, and his voice reverberated through the auditorium, filled with power and intent.

“Canrady Leviosa!”

In an instant, the atmosphere transformed. The fragile, limp feather burst into a crisp, metallic clang, its transformation leaving the onlookers awestruck.

Bryan swiftly raised his arm, a surge of white light shooting forth like a cold lightning bolt. The light rapidly engulfed the surrounding space, weaving and flickering within and around the intricate metal frame of a chandelier suspended above the auditorium.

Before anyone could react, the light returned to Bryan’s palm, leaving behind a profound sense of wonder. The chandelier remained intact, defying gravity and the laws of physics.

Buzzing clang!

A sudden realization struck the students as Hannah Abbott, her voice filled with despair, shouted, “Professor, run! The chandelier is about to fall!”

Panic seized the young wizards, and they scattered in all directions, their terrified screams echoing through the air. The room transformed into a scene of chaos, filled with the desperate attempts of students to escape the impending danger.

However, Bryan found the situation rather amusing. His laughter rang out, a joyful sound amidst the chaos. He raised his wand again, his movements precise and effortless.

As if time had suddenly flowed backward, the large metal chandelier reassembled itself mid-air, defying the laws of nature. It returned to its original position under the ceiling of the auditorium, as if the calamity had never occurred.

Amidst the relieved sighs of the students, Bryan’s gaze shifted towards Blaise Zabini, who had been pinned down by Crabbe. He stepped gracefully to the edge of the stage, his smile gentle yet filled with unwavering authority.

“A powerful spell is right beside us, Mr. Zabini,” Bryan stated, his voice carrying a weight that demanded understanding. He locked eyes with Blaise, ensuring his words penetrated deep into the young wizard’s consciousness.

“Now, do you understand this lesson?”

Author’s Note : The mention of the magic system like ancient magic and improving spell by adding magic power are all fictional and may also be true to canon. It will be Further explained in the upcoming chapters.

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