Babbling: I Really Would Do Anything for You... (Continued)

Then he snatched up his textbook and clumsily smothered the burning sheet of sheepskin parchment.

"Oh! Miss Granger has already succeeded!" Professor Babbling said excitedly. "Five points to Gryffindor..."

Boom!

Seamus, his face blackened with soot, stared in utter disbelief at the desk in front of him, which had exploded into two halves.

His Wand was clearly tucked away in his pocket, so how had it still exploded?

Professor Babbling gave a wave of her Wand, and the desk instantly repaired itself.

"Oh! Mr. Finnigan... in fact, you could be considered to have succeeded, in a certain sense..."

"However... you do seem to have a particular fondness for explosions..."

Black also stared in astonishment at Seamus, who had blasted himself black.

What did it mean to be a Demolition Expert?

The desk had blown up, and aside from his face being a little blackened, he had not lost so much as an eyebrow! Completely unscathed!

That was what it meant to be a Demolition Expert!

Electives were not like the core subjects, with long double-period classes.

So the end of class came very quickly.

When the Young Wizards left, they were still just as interested in Ancient Rune as before.

Professor Babbling leaned against the classroom doorway, reminding everyone.

"Children, when you practice after you go back, try not to use destructive Ancient Runes that represent things like flames."

"I don't want your Heads of House coming to me because you burned the carpet in the Common Room."

"Oh, right, Mr. Finnigan... perhaps it would be safer for you to find somewhere with no one around to practice..."

Seamus: ...

Professor Babbling glanced at Black, who had fallen to the very back of the group.

Black was standing in the corridor at the moment and had not left with