Quirrell, who appeared timid, kept turning his gaze toward Vincent and Hermione after letting the students practice on their own.
These two young Wizards, whose magical ability far surpassed that of their peers, both came from Muggle families.
Wizarding blood was merely a ticket through the door. Whether one saw through it or not, one had to admit that.
Hermione, seated at the far right of the first row, patiently demonstrated for Harry and Ron.
At the far left, Vincent slowed down his movements and repeated the correct pronunciation of the spell dozens of times.
"Brilliant, Harry!"
After praising him, Ron weakly shook his wand.
After a simple demonstration, Harry, who had never encountered magic before, had already learned the Wand-Lighting Charm.
"You need to focus." Hermione demonstrated it again.
"I know, but I just can't do it."
Harry knew what his good friend was thinking.
But he truly was not a snob. "Ron, you need to believe in yourself."
"What good would that do?" Ron set down his wand, looking utterly dejected.
"As long as this damn thing is still in my hand, magic will always say no to me."
Unable to listen any longer, Hermione turned around. "I can teach you."
Seated behind her were the two roommates from her dormitory.
Lavender shook her head and looked toward Vincent at the far left. "No need."
Parvati was about to say something, but quickly nodded instead.
Hermione knew she did not want to make her feel awkward.
"I did it!"
Ron tried again beside her and successfully made his wand emit a faint glimmer.
"I knew you could do it!" Harry beamed.
"I should thank you, Harry."
"No need. Hermione taught us well."
Ron pursed his lips. "I'm sure it wasn't because of her. We just learned faster."
"Hey!"