Magic Perception: Weekend Morning

"Professor." Cedric stood up. "May I ask, when you said 'setting aside the appearance of form,' did you mean that what Scott painted was actually your magic?"

Professor Flitwick smiled and gestured toward Scott. "Why don't we let Mr. Trollope answer that question himself?"

Seeing Professor Flitwick's signal, Scott stood up and said, "That is correct. Just as Professor Flitwick said, everyone's magic is different."

He turned his head to look at Cedric.

"To be precise, after I perceived Professor Flitwick's magic, I painted my own impression of it."

"Is that the scene you saw?" Cedric asked him.

Scott shook his head. "It wasn't a literal sight; it was a perception, but a very clear one. I simply used the form of painting to record my own sensations."

"Yes, magical perception!"

Professor Flitwick squeaked.

"Mr. Trollope has achieved something that most adult wizards cannot!

Not only did he clearly perceive my magic, but with unprecedented creativity, he used painting to accurately express his feelings to others!

Although this is a Muggle oil painting, I believe its significance is far more precious than a moving magical portrait!"

"Professor." Cedric asked again. "Do you mean that not everyone can achieve this through in-depth study of magic?"

"Yes, this requires a talent for perception."

Professor Flitwick did not deny it.

He explained further: "Basically, everyone can perceive magic, but some can only perceive it vaguely, while others can clearly detect the information contained within a wizard's magic..."

"Is this why you can always tell in advance who is approaching you?" Roger whispered to Scott.

Scott nodded. He said to Roger and Milton, "I think Milton has this talent, too."

Roger agreed. "Yes, Milton, your perception has always been very sharp."

"Compared to Scott, I'm still far behind."

Milton was in a good mood; it seemed he had already forgotten last night's "failure."

He even joked about himself, "Besides, most people just say I'm too sensitive."

At this moment, the official class time arrived.

Professor Flitwick immediately ended the topic of magical perception and asked everyone to open their textbooks.

"Please look at the first chapter of the book. Today, we are going to learn the Summoning Charm..."

Scott did not know if others had noticed, but he could roughly judge a person's character and inner nature by perceiving their magic.

This could actually be seen from Milton's interpretation of that painting.

This was also the reason why he had previously believed that Jacob Kent was not lying.

At the same time, he thought, "In the original story," Tom Riddle, who had not yet become Voldemort, was loved by all the teachers at school, yet Dumbledore never trusted him. That was likely because his magical manifestation could not convince Dumbledore.

When the midday sun pierced through the classroom windows and shone on everyone, the morning double period of Charms class ended.

"Thank you for the gift, Scott. Now, I am going to show this student's achievement to the other professors!"

Flitwick spoke to Scott privately, then waved his wand to make the painting float behind him, leaving the classroom with his head held high.

"Oh! You're going to be completely famous now, Scott." Roger patted Scott on the shoulder, signaling him to notice the way the surrounding students were looking at him.

"This is a good thing. If Scott has such talent, he should show it off." Milton felt happy for Scott.

The Ravenclaw students also walked over to congratulate Scott.

"Congratulations, Scott."

"Well done, Scott."

Usually, Ravenclaw students admire those who go further, regardless of the field.

They knew very well that Scott being able to do such a thing could not be summarized by the word "talent" alone.

Talent also requires the accumulation of sufficient knowledge and experience to turn into concrete strength.

"Thank you." Scott thanked them with a calm expression.

"Scott, you've done something unexpected again."

Cedric of Hufflepuff also walked over with a smile.

Scott and he were both members of Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club, and the two had a pretty good relationship.

Belonging to different houses and both possessing high talent in Transfiguration, they were both friends and rivals.

Cedric also patted Scott on the shoulder. "Don't leave us peers too far behind."

"I won't be stopping my pace, Cedric." Scott said with a smile.

Cedric sighed. "It looks like I need to work even harder."

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

On Sunday, Roger woke everyone in the dormitory up bright and early.

"What's the matter, Roger?"

Scott leaned against his pillow, unwilling to move, only opening his eyes to look at Roger.

At this moment, Roger was already dressed in his full Quidditch uniform and protective gear, holding his broomstick in his hand.

"Let's go, come with me to the pitch and see if Ravenclaw will have any decent newcomers this year," Roger said enthusiastically to his three roommates.

"Give me a break..." Milton said muzzily with his eyes closed, "I remember Quidditch team tryouts are on the weekend of the second week?"

Roger said, "Captain Bruce decided to scout the newcomers interested in joining the team a week early to give them some guidance. He hopes the newcomers will perform better in next week's tryouts."

Eddie, who had just sat up, flopped back onto his bed with a thud. "Just for this? What does that have to do with us!"

"Come on, friends! You are all Ravenclaws!" Roger raised his voice, "I think it's necessary for you to have a better understanding of our house team."

Scott felt that Roger's words were completely illogical, so he picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

"We aren't going!"

But in the end, Scott and the others still came to the Quidditch pitch and sat in the spectator stands.

"Merlin! Roger is just too annoying! He murdered our sleep!"

Eddie was chewing on a sandwich while complaining incessantly.

Milton leaned against his seat with vacant eyes, looking up at the sky, which was still shrouded in morning mist.

Scott also took a piece of bread and ate it unhurriedly; neither of them had any intention of responding to Eddie.

But Eddie didn't mind; he seemed to be having a great time talking to himself.

"Yesterday morning, the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams had a conflict here over the use of the pitch."

He showed off the news he had gathered to Scott and Milton.

"Second-year Malfoy from Slytherin has become their new Seeker because his father, the elder Malfoy, sponsored the whole team with the latest broomsticks on the market, the Nimbus 2001!"

Seeing that Scott and Milton still didn't respond, he started talking about the Ravenclaw Quidditch team in front of them.

"If you ask me, the most eye-catching Quidditch star in Ravenclaw this year is third-year Cho Chang, but it's a pity she wants to be a Seeker, and our Seeker won't graduate until next year. Perhaps she will become a reserve Seeker for the time being?"