Seamus Finnigan walked toward the podium like a prisoner awaiting execution, staggering as he went to receive Snape's "judgment."
When Snape dismissed the class, Seamus Finnigan could barely make it back to his seat with the support of his classmates.
He looked like a cat soaked through by a rainstorm, utterly despondent.
"Seamus!" Hermione squeezed her way in front of Seamus Finnigan, her brows drawn tight as she demanded, "Before curfew that night, did Fred and George say something to you?"
"Yes..." Seamus Finnigan nodded weakly. "I hadn't even started... before I nearly choked to death on that candy."
"So that was it!" Hermione sighed. "Seamus, you should just keep revising! Stop thinking about the Disarming Charm."
"At this rate, forget earning extra points... you'll be lucky if you can even pass your O.W.L. exams!"
"That reminds me..." Seamus Finnigan struggled to pull his wand from his pocket, still wanting to make one final attempt.
He laboriously made the casting motion for the Disarming Charm. "Projectile Deflection Charm (Averte Telum)!"
Under the expectant gazes of Dean Thomas and the others, no miracle appeared.
The Disarming Charm Seamus Finnigan cast was just like the ones he had cast before. Like a lightbulb on the verge of burning out, it only flickered with a faint golden glow and could not last.
"Projectile Deflection Charm (Averte Telum)!"
"Projectile Deflection Charm (Averte Telum)!"
With reluctance in his voice, Seamus Finnigan tried several more times, but nothing changed.
His Disarming Charm remained impossible to sustain. Like that nearly burnt-out lightbulb, it could only release a brief, feeble glow.
Thud!
Seamus Finnigan's hand dropped limply. He could no longer hold his wand, and it fell to the floor, rolling twice.
He let out a long sigh, as though even the light in his eyes had