Rocket Seamus

You know what, this suggestion is actually quite reliable.

Competitive eating is one of the most popular activities among Muggle. Of course, people only watch it out of curiosity; if they actually tried to be competitive eaters, they probably wouldn't be able to eat much.

But that doesn't stop people from enjoying watching it; even Bai Qiye likes to watch Zheng Laopi (eating broadcast).

"Then I'll listen to you." Ron gave himself a pep talk. "I have to make a name for myself!"

"You need to get some digestive and weight-loss Potions," Harry suddenly started to tease. "I don't want you to get as fat as my Dudley, looking like a pig wearing a wig—"

Upon hearing this adjective, Ron's face turned a deep shade of liver.

After thinking it over, he decided to give up his dream.

"I suddenly realize that being a competitive eater isn't for me," he said sheepishly. "If I really ate myself into a pig wearing a wig, Hermione wouldn't want me anymore."

Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing Ron's words.

January has passed by unnoticed, and February has quietly arrived.

As February arrived, the snow around the school melted, replaced by a chilly, damp atmosphere. Grayish-purple clouds hung low over the castle, and the continuous cold rain made the lawns slippery and muddy.

As a result, the sixth-grade students' first Apparition Class was moved from the playground to the Great Hall, and it was scheduled for Saturday morning to avoid interfering with regular classes.

Harry and his classmates went into the Great Hall and found that all the tables were gone.

Rain pattered against the high windows, and the enchanted ceiling spun dimly overhead.

They gathered before McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and a small wizard, standing obediently and well-behavedly.

When Harry arrived, Professor McGonagall was clearly taken aback; her expression clearly asked, "What are you doing here?"

It's no wonder Professor McGonagall was surprised, after all, Harry was a wizard who could use Apparition skillfully and didn't need to learn this Charms at all.

"Good morning," said the wizard from the Ministry of Magic once the students had all arrived. "My name is Wickie Twycross, and I will be your Apparition Class instructor for the next twelve weeks. I hope to help you prepare for the Apparition exam."

"Malfoy, be quiet and listen to the lecture!" Professor McGonagall said sternly.

Everyone turned around. Draco, his face flushed and sullen, walked away from Pansy Parkinson; they seemed to have been arguing quietly.

It's noticeable that Professor Snape seems quite annoyed, but this annoyance doesn't seem to be directed at anyone else, nor is it because Draco's violation of discipline seems to have some other reason.

If Sirius were here, he would definitely be able to give a very accurate critique.

Yes, they look alike! Very alike!

A Slytherin falls for a red-haired Gryffindor, and that red-haired Gryffindor, falls for another Gryffindor. This combination is just too much!

Harry hadn't thought about it that way; he was simply curious, but he didn't intend to investigate further, since it was someone else's privacy.

"By then, many of you will likely be able to take the exams," Twycross continued, as if he hadn't been interrupted. "As you may know, Apparition and Teleportation are generally not allowed on Hogwarts premises. The Headmaster has specially lifted the spell, removing this restriction for one hour, only in the Great Hall, so that you can practice. I want to emphasize that you must not Apparition outside the walls of this Great Hall; anyone who tries will be unwise. Now I want everyone to stand still, leaving at least five feet of space in front of them."

Chaos erupted in the Great Hall as students scattered, bumping into each other and urging others to leave their own areas.

The deans walked among the students, helping them arrange their seats and mediating disputes.

What are you doing here?

When Professor McGonagall approached Harry, she looked up and asked.

"I'm just checking on their progress, Professor," Harry replied with a smile, "And correcting some of their mistakes after class—you know, Professor, we have an organization after class called the Dueling Club, where we sometimes get together when we don't have classes to practice our Charms."

Upon hearing Harry's words, Professor McGonagall's face showed an approving expression.

"Very good, Potter." She nodded and said, "You did a great job."

After saying that, she reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, then continued checking the preparations of the next person.

After the deans finished their inspection, Twycross thanked them and then said, "Now—."

He waved his wand, and an old-fashioned wooden circle immediately appeared on the ground in front of each student.

"When using Apparition, the most important thing to remember are the three Ds!" Twycross said, "Namely, Target, Decisiveness, and Composure!"

All three words begin with the letter "D", so there are three "D"s.

Harry found this wizard quite interesting; his speech was like a sow wearing a bra, one sentence after another.

However, what they said did make a lot of sense.

"Step one: Focus your attention on your goal," Twycross said. "Right now, focus your attention on the wooden circle in front of you."

Everyone was secretly glancing around to see if anyone was watching the wooden ring, and then quickly doing as instructed.

"Step two," Twycross said, "Is determined to occupy the space you desire! Let the desire to enter overwhelm every smallest part of your body!"

Harry sat on a chair at the back of the Great Hall, watching everyone standing there, straining to imagine. He noticed that Draco's expression looked like he was straining to defecate, while Ron's looked like he was trying hard to hold it in.

He held back, finally managing to suppress the urge to burst out laughing.

That's not a good idea. After all, we're all friends, how can we laugh at them?

"Step three:" Twycross shouted, "Wait for my command—spin in place to enter a void state, and move with composure! Now listen to my command three!"

Suddenly, the Great Hall was filled with swaying people. From Harry's perspective, it looked as if everyone was drunk and acting crazy.

Neville lay on his back on the ground, while Ernie leaped into the wooden hoop with ballet-like movements, excited for a moment until he saw Dean laughing at him.

"Hey, Ernie," Harry called out, giving Ernie a thumbs-up as Ernie turned around.

Ernie, who was initially annoyed by Dean's mockery, suddenly became happy.

Being able to gain Harry's approval proves that one's performance was indeed good.

"It's alright, it's alright," Twycross said somewhat dryly, as if he had no hope for a better outcome. "Set up the wooden rings, and stand back in their original positions—"

The second attempt was no better than the first, and the third was just as bad.

It wasn't until the fourth time that something exciting happened—someone let out a terrible scream, and everyone turned around in horror to see Susan Burns of Hufflepuff swaying in the wooden hoop, her left leg still five feet away from the spot.

"Oh--""

Harry put his hand to his forehead; this scene was a bit too bloody.

He remembered that a hundred years ago, when everyone was learning Apparition, such a scene had never happened before...

The deans immediately rushed forward to help Susan put her leg back on, but it was clear that she was now terrified of Apparition.

"Thank goodness you didn't lose your head," Ron whispered to Seamus. "Be careful when you Apparition, don't create any explosions. If you get hit, fine, but if I get hit, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

"Oh, get lost, Ron." Seamus rolled his eyes. "Even if you created an explosion effect, I wouldn't do this—"

Therefore, one should not speak too confidently. On the sixth attempt, Seamus suddenly shot out like a rocket, his rear end accompanied by a blast of air from the explosion.

"Accio!"

Harry suddenly stood up and held out his hand to Seamus.

Seamus thus avoided the misfortune of being thrown off the ceiling, and as he landed, he hurriedly thanked Harry.

While thanking him, he didn't forget to complain about Ron's bad luck.

"Look, if Ron hadn't cursed me, how could I have flown away?" Seamus clicked his tongue. "But this experience is really novel. I need to find that feeling properly—you know, Harry, this feeling of flying is much more exciting than riding a flying broomstick. It's like I am the flying broomstick! What do you think this Charms should be called if it were developed? Firebolt? Or Transform into Firebolt?"

"You're expecting Firebolt to come after you for royalties," Harry rolled his eyes. "You might as well use some Muggle names, like Rocket or Missile. You definitely won't get sued. I remember there's a missile that's really popular in Britain right now, called Trident. It's faster than the speed of sound. You could use that name; I'm sure the Britain military won't come after you for royalties."

"Really?" Seamus asked suspiciously, feeling that the suggestion was rather dubious.

"You're a wizard, they're Muggle," Harry replied simply. "But you need to make sure this Charms is safe, otherwise if you accidentally blow off your thigh, no one will dare use Charms."

Seeing Seamus hesitate, Harry gave him a boost of confidence.

"Let me put it this way, Seamus," Harry patted his shoulder, "The wizards are lacking a good flying Charms, aren't they? A displacement Charms other than Apparition. I remember Voldemort knew a flying Charms, but that's Dark Arts. If you could develop a flying Charms, I think the Order of Merlin would certainly award you a medal."

You know what, Seamus really got into it.

He said enthusiastically, "Alright, I'll study this new Charms carefully—but could you keep an eye on me while I'm testing it? I'm afraid of dying—"

"Of course," Harry laughed. "Besides me, I'll have everyone in the Dueling Club come along. And Lavender, of course, she needs to see your great achievement of developing a new Charms, doesn't she?"

This was just a minor setback; in the next experiment, Ron finally succeeded.

but--

Half of his hair was gone.

Seeing that his teaching had finally yielded results, Twycross walked over with sparkling eyes and clapped his hands vigorously.

"Well done, Weasley," said Ron Weasley Ron, rubbing his hair in pain.

"Well done, Mr. Weasley!" Twycross said, genuinely applauding. "There aren't many young wizards as talented as you—may I give this student extra points?"

"Of course, Mr. Twycross," Professor McGonagall said with a smile.

"Then, add twenty points to your college's score." Twycross patted Ron on the shoulder. "Keep it up, kid!"

Ron was still preoccupied with his hair loss and didn't even notice the extra points he was getting. He felt that his forehead was starting to bald.

"What's this called?" Draco sneered. "I've gone bald, and I've become stronger?"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron retorted angrily.

"Let's get some hair growth serum," Hermione said, walking over. "Madam Pomfrey should have some—it's not like you're shaving all your hair off, just a patch. It'll grow back, won't it?"

Ron had figured it out by then. He lowered his hand from his hair, sighed, and said, "Okay, after class, I need to go to the Hospital Wing. Would you like to come with me, Hermione?"

"Okay," Hermione nodded.

They tried three more times, but apart from Ron, no one else was able to successfully use Apparition again, and of course, no one was as unlucky as Susan who lost her thigh in the process.

After the course ended, Twycross was still smiling as he said goodbye to everyone, reminding them to remember the 3D principle.

Before leaving, the deans solemnly warned against practicing Apparition alone in private. Although the school was once again shrouded in Anti-Apparition Jinx restrictions, the deans still felt it necessary to send out the warning.

What if some reckless student goes to Hogsmeade to use it?

After the deans left, the students followed them out of the Great Hall, some heading to the courtyard, others to the Common Room.

Harry planned to go outside for some fresh air, but after sitting outside for a short while, Ron nudged Harry with his elbow, gesturing for him to look to the side.

Harry looked in the direction Ron was pointing and saw Lavender and Seamus performing standing wrestling without any attempt to hide from people.

The two of them were like conjoined twins, passionately kissing.

"This restless spring," Harry remarked.

Why don't these two hide from people at all?!

The impact is extremely negative!