Professor Flitwick's Excitement

Unsurprisingly, Klein became famous.

The next morning, many senior students who had heard about the "Flying Kiss Incident" came over specifically to shake his hand.

"Brother, sorry to meet you like this. Good luck."

"Pumpkin Pasties will make you feel better. Here, eat up—you might not get another chance."

"Don't sleep tonight, I'm serious. You might wake up tomorrow as a bat or something. Trust me, it's possible."

"Remember! Don't drink any suspicious liquids. You know our Head of House is a Potions Master!"

These senior students came from Slytherin and other houses alike, and without exception, they were all stunned by Klein's "Fearless Spirit."

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Those who dared to openly provoke Professor Snape were true warriors. Perhaps Hogwarts: A History wouldn't record this brave rebellion, but the name Klein Grindelwald would surely be passed down in every student's heart!

"Klein, you'd better apologize to Professor Snape. Maybe there's still a chance to turn things around."

For some reason, Draco Malfoy looked even more worried about this than Klein himself. He had been anxious ever since the feast ended last night, and even being assigned to the same dormitory as Klein hadn't brought a smile to his face.

"Apologize? No, Draco. I'll give him another flying kiss and make an even deeper impression on him."

Hearing this, Klein winked with a mischievous grin.

As long as he didn't want to leave, no one could force him out.

"But—"

Recalling everything his father had ever told him about Severus Snape, Draco grew emotional and wanted to say something, but the words barely left his mouth before Klein waved him off.

"Alright, it's not that big a deal. In fact, there's no problem at all. We're running out of time—you don't want to be late for our first class, do you?"

Grabbing his textbooks, Klein pulled Draco toward the Charms classroom. Their professor was Philius Flitwick—an experienced spellcaster. According to senior students, the diminutive Professor Flitwick had once been the champion of the Dueling Tournament in his youth.

"Ha, it's always nice to see new faces every year. I mean, you all have infinite potential. Being with you always gives me the illusion that I'm still young."

Because of his height, Professor Flitwick had to stand on a stack of books to teach. He was witty, and his attitude wasn't as strict as Professor McGonagall's. Many Slytherin first-years were laughing heartily, and even Draco, who had been frowning all along, relaxed a bit.

"Alright, everyone, take out your wands. Today, I'm going to teach you five casting postures. This will effectively improve your spell effects—hey, don't look at me like that. This is your first class. You didn't think I'd teach you actual spells, did you?"

Professor Flitwick shrugged and began his demonstration.

Tap, flick, swing...

Five very simple movements—the basics of the basics. The Slytherin first-years quickly started practicing.

But Klein didn't. While everyone else's attention was on their wands, he quietly slipped out of his seat.

"Child, is there something you need?"

Curiously watching Klein approach him, Professor Flitwick asked kindly.

"Professor, this is something I've been working on recently. Could you take a look?"

Klein opened the thick black book he carried, pulled out a crumpled piece of parchment from one of the pages, and handed it over. On it, a spell was scrawled messily, with many corrections layered on top.

"Haha, I think students your age shouldn't reach for the stars just yet. It's better to build a solid foundation first... Hmm, a Healing Spell? Interesting idea, but there's not much room left to improve Healing Spells—what?! That's impossible!"

Somewhat amused by the earnest first-year, Professor Flitwick advised him in a gentle tone. But under Klein's insistence, he still glanced at the contents of the parchment.

Then, the diminutive Charms Master stared at the modified spell as if he had seen a ghost, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Th-this—you improved this spell?!"

Professor Flitwick turned to Klein, his tone unconsciously hurried.

"Yes."

Meeting Professor Flitwick's gaze, Klein nodded.

"Can you cast it? I mean, since you improved it, you must be able to cast it, right?!"

Professor Flitwick jumped down from the stack of books, hurried over to the desk, and was so excited that even his beard perked up.

"Huh?" "What's going on?" "What happened, what happened?"

By now, many Slytherin first-years had noticed the commotion at the podium and looked confused.

Wasn't that Klein? When did he get up there?

"This is a Healing Spell. I don't think I can—"

Klein shook his head, looking troubled. But before he could finish, Professor Flitwick actually used his wand to cut a small gash in his own palm and looked at Klein with eager anticipation.

"Uh... alright."

Since the other party had gone this far, Klein couldn't refuse anymore. He raised his Purple Sandalwood Wand and aimed it at Professor Flitwick's injured hand.

"Wound Heal."

A pale green light sprinkled down, and the wound disappeared visible to the naked eye!

"Merlin's Beard! You're a true genius!"

Professor Flitwick jumped up and hugged Klein tightly. Though it was a bit rude, his excited demeanor really did resemble a monkey.

"Alright, Professor, please get down. The students are all watching."

Klein never dreamed that Professor Flitwick would be so straightforward. He remembered that when he had brought out this spell in his previous life at Durmstrang, even the teaching professor hadn't gotten this excited.

"Oh, sorry, my mistake."

With an awkward laugh, Professor Flitwick climbed back onto his desk. He stared straight at Klein, the corners of his mouth stretching wider and wider, as if he were examining a rare treasure.

"Professor, don't you have any doubt at all that this isn't my research result?"

Klein blinked and asked curiously.

"Then, what is the truth?"

Professor Flitwick didn't answer, tossing the question back intact.

"Uh."

Klein hadn't expected this move and shrugged in defeat.

"Fine, I did improve it."

"Ha! I knew it! The eyes never lie!"

The diminutive Professor Flitwick burst into laughter, speaking to Klein in a tone full of certainty.

"As soon as class is over, I'll go find Headmaster Dumbledore and have him submit your research to the Ministry of Magic. Hey, you'll become the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, I guarantee it!"