How to Enhance Spell Power

For the fourth-year students, this October was bound to be different.

Li Wei's novel teaching methods brought them a strong sense of novelty, and they had almost never looked forward to class like this before.

Moreover, because their performance would affect the direction of the play, although the play technically had only one protagonist, every supporting character could also have their own spotlight—as long as they performed excellently.

Not to mention, the reward next month was five drops of Felix Felicis. That was enough for one dose.

Regarding this matter, the fourth-years maintained a tight lip.

While the "top students" of other years were showing off the alchemical weapons they had just obtained, they were silently studying with all their might.

It wasn't entirely because of Felix Felicis, though.

The bigger reason was that the combat in their play was real.

Even though the professor would help them heal afterward, the curses that hit them wouldn't disappear.

The pain was real, the nausea was real, and the uncontrollable laughter and dancing after being cursed, the embarrassing displays, were all real.

This led to the fourth-year students, who should have had the easiest year, starting to push themselves incredibly hard.

The Ravenclaw students took the lead, obtaining the exam papers and assignments Li Wei had given to the fifth-years from the older students, and furiously practicing problems whenever they had free time.

When the students from the other three houses discovered their actions, even the most peaceful Hufflepuffs joined the intense competition without hesitation.

After all, as the saying goes, the play was fake, but getting hit was real.

Furthermore, as they continued to act, they became more immersed in the play and found considerable enjoyment.

Cedric, as the protagonist, felt this most keenly.

At first, as a squib, he could only passively take hits.

After cleaning the library and accidentally obtaining a wand, he, the "squib," could finally cast spells in retaliation, hanging Rian up in the same way!

That feeling, it had to be admitted, was truly exhilarating.

On a Sunday afternoon in late October, Li Wei's study group gathered again.

"Hello, Qiao Weili, thank you for sharing your technique for observing blind spots with me last time. I managed to make a comeback in the last Quidditch match thanks to it."

Cedric always arrived at the office ten minutes early, and before the group meeting began, he would greet Li Wei or his two assistants.

While no one else noticed, Qiao Weili and Cedric gradually became friends who could converse.

"A Quidditch match—is it really that fun? It just looks like people throwing balls while riding brooms."

"There's no one in this world who doesn't like Quidditch—why don't you try it next time? Just watching from afar, the experience might be completely different from actually participating."

"Quidditch."

Qiao Weili subconsciously glanced in Jiamer's direction—even though Cedric had gotten to know them, she still showed no interest in interacting, her brow furrowed as she pondered something in her magic book.

"No, I'll pass, thank you for the invitation."

Cedric glanced in the direction he was looking, a thoughtful expression on his face.

He could tell that Qiao Weili was actually somewhat interested, but was suppressing her thoughts due to some kind of apprehension.

As for a solution. He guessed it might lie with the professor?

"Everyone's here, so let's start the group meeting."

"Professor," the first-year Study Committee Member, Ginny Weasley, asked first, "after mastering the correct casting movements and incantations, the third controllable element is willpower, right?

But how can I improve willpower, something so intangible?"

"I think you need more practice," Hermione chimed in first. "This is what the professor told me. As long as you practice continuously until you're truly satisfied, your spells will change dramatically."

"Not bad, but can monotonous practice really achieve good results? Not to mention, Ginny, you're currently only learning some basic charms. After mastering the correct casting, obsessing over their proficiency is overkill."

Percy Weasley, a sixth-year, shook his head and continued:

"Instead of spending time on these basic charms, you should broaden your horizons, master more spells, and make yourself more outstanding.

Willpower should be gained from other things. As long as you consistently maintain your top grades, the power of all your spells will naturally increase."

"What's the point of effort without direction? Thinking requires direction, otherwise, it's a waste of time.

A ship that never stops sailing but keeps going in circles, can its power increase?"

Pas, a seventh-year, shook his head.

He believed the most important thing was purposefulness: strongly imagining the effect you want to achieve in your mind and constantly striving towards it.

Cedric listened to everyone's discussion, combined it with his own experiences over the past month, and frowned, falling into thought—his idea was also different from everyone else's.

He believed that emotion was the power that controlled everything—in the month of the play's performance, every student's practical combat ability had been significantly strengthened. As for increasing spell power? That seemed to have been completed naturally without them realizing it.

Actions were even faster than thoughts, and what governed all of this was abundant emotion.

Ginny's question was quite insightful, even Qiao Weili and Jiamer, who were on the side, became interested, though they didn't join the discussion.

Five minutes passed, and the students, each holding their own opinions, couldn't convince each other. Finally, they turned their gaze to Li Wei, who had remained silent.

It seemed the professor would have to make the final decision.

"What you're all saying is actually correct."

Li Wei began with a statement that seemed to try and appease everyone.

But the students weren't in a hurry—they knew Li Wei wasn't one to do things sloppily.

"Ginny's question is very interesting, and more complex than you might imagine," Li Wei said slowly, carefully choosing his words. "Simply from the perspective of increasing spell power, the methods you've proposed can all achieve this goal."

"Of course—" Li Wei looked at the unconvinced older students and said calmly, "the final effects of different methods will certainly be different.

To you, this might seem like a matter of which method is superior.

But in my view, these methods themselves represent different stages."

"What exactly can improve our willpower? Is it enriching the body, solidifying theory, diligent practice, or the power of emotion and unity of purpose?"

Li Wei suddenly thought of how, during his student days, he had spent thirty minutes every day exercising just to explore the connection between the physical body and magic, all in an effort to enhance the power of his spells.

Thinking back now, he felt a flood of emotions.

He extended his wand and casually transfigured a training dummy, demonstrating to the students who were all walking the same magical path.

"This is Lumos, which you can all do."

A soft, steady ball of light appeared at the tip of his wand, like a large lightbulb, emitting a bright glow.

"This is the effect you can achieve after mastering the correct casting movements and incantation," Li Wei said calmly.

Then, without even flicking his wrist, his gaze simply became a little more serious.

"Lumos."

It was the same incantation.

But the effect this time was worlds apart.

At a moment none of the students expected, a blazing, violent, almost tangible pillar of pure white light erupted from the tip of Li Wei's wand!

A bolt of white lightning struck the training dummy, not only illuminating it completely but also causing its surface to instantly turn scorching red, as if it had been burned by a laser!

The entire classroom was bathed in a stark white light by this sudden, intense illumination, falling into silence.