Teacher, I Want to Improve So Badly

"Once you learn to cast spells, you'll move beyond the stage of a baboon that can only swing a wooden stick and become a real wizard."

Professor Flitwick stood on a stool at the front of the classroom, looking at the two groups of students below.

The Slytherin House students sat as obediently as quails. Aside from Lyon and Hermione's table, hardly anyone dared make any unnecessary movements.

But the Gryffindors were far less satisfactory.

The noise never stopped, and what he found most unbearable was...

Harry and the red-haired boy beside him had huddled together, laughing as they discreetly pointed at the stool beneath his feet.

Were they mocking him for not being tall enough?

"Today, we'll be learning the Levitation Charm." Professor Flitwick forcibly suppressed his anger, and the classroom quieted somewhat after he spoke.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

With a flick of his wand, the table in front of Professor Flitwick soon floated into the air, drawing waves of astonished exclamations.

"The important points of this spell are the way you move your wand and the pause in your pronunciation. It's a relatively simple spell..."

After roughly explaining the key points of the Levitation Charm, Professor Flitwick handed a feather to every student.

Soon, students from both Houses began casting the spell.

But to the disappointment of the little snakes and little lions, the spell did not seem as simple as they had imagined.

Basically, not a single person managed to cast a complete Levitation Charm successfully.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

With a casual wave of his hand, Lyon sent the feather before him flying straight up to hover over Hermione's head, making her giggle.

"Oh, a beautiful Levitation Charm, Mr. Shelby. You've successfully earned five points for Slytherin House!"

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up at the sight. He had seen Lyon cast a wandless Scourgify on the Sorting Hat yesterday and had already taken note of this magical prodigy.

"If not for Professor's demonstration just now, I definitely wouldn't have been able to master this spell."

"Teacher, I want to improve so badly."

Lyon spoke to Professor Flitwick with an elegant smile, and the professor nodded in satisfaction.

Sure enough, he was different from ordinary young wizards his age. Just listen to those words—they were pleasant to hear.

At the neighboring table, Ron and Harry were gathered together. Ron angrily jabbed his wand at his feather again and again.

"Evil Slytherin. He only cast one spell, so what? I can do that too!"

Ron's muttering was not loud, and Harry tried to dissuade him beside him. Since they were not far away, Lyon heard Ron clearly.

"Mr. Weasley, then let this evil Slytherin tell you not to poke through that feather with your wand like a baboon!"

Lyon spoke as if Ron's insults did not matter to him at all, his voice echoing through the entire classroom.

Everyone burst into laughter, and the classroom filled with cheerful air.

Ron's face turned red. He glanced around and noticed that Professor Flitwick seemed not to have heard Lyon's words. At the moment, he was teaching Neville how to cast the spell.

Lyon had spoken so loudly that the whole class had heard him. How could Professor Flitwick possibly not have heard?

Blatant favoritism!

"Professor! Shelby insulted me just now!"

"Oh?"

Professor Flitwick stood up and turned to Ron, his expression somewhat unfriendly.

Ron and Harry had been the ones secretly mocking his height just now, hadn't they?

"Mr. Weasley, I seem to have only heard Mr. Shelby earnestly teaching you how to use the Levitation Charm."

Ron's face reddened. "He called me a baboon!"

Lyon suddenly smiled, stood up, and casually waved his wand.

At that moment, the feather before Ron floated up directly.

"Look at this feather. If it could speak, it would surely beg you not to poke it to death like a baboon."

"Besides, I was only kindly teaching you how to stop swinging a wooden stick like a hairless baboon, yet you think I was insulting you?"

"Do you know the greatest advantage of speaking with intelligent people? I don't have to worry about their feelings. Communicating with baboons is different."

Lyon's voice was not loud, but Professor Flitwick was not focused on his words. Instead, he stared wide-eyed at the feather by Lyon's wand.

"Mr. Shelby, was that... silent casting?!"

Lyon turned his head, a respectful smile appearing on his face. "Yes, Professor."

"Another twenty points to Slytherin! You know, I wanted to award you points yesterday for the silent, wandless Scourgify you cast at the feast."

Professor Flitwick excitedly patted Lyon's arm. He should have patted his shoulder, really, but Professor Flitwick's height was rather limited.

Ron's face was red. He felt that if he argued any further, he really would look like the hairless baboon Lyon described.

He had reported Lyon, yet the professor had not paid him any attention at all.

Lyon had indeed done it deliberately. He had intentionally made Ron unable to save face. Otherwise, anyone would think they could come over and kick him around.

Whether in his previous life or this one, Lyon had found Ron utterly unbearable.

He was jealous of his friends, ignorant and incompetent, and completely lacking in brains, yet he still moved in the same circle as Hermione and Harry.

Most importantly, in the original story, he and little Her... Ahem, he misspoke. That was not one of his crimes.

Yes, absolutely not. It was purely because Ron had stepped into the classroom with his left foot first.

Now Ron kept calling Slytherin evil, and Lyon had no intention of indulging him.

"However, Professor, I have a question."

Lyon continued, looking at Professor Flitwick. The professor wore a kindly expression and asked with satisfaction, "What is it?"

"Professor, I've found that after my Levitation Charm reached the master level, I've been unable to advance the spell any further."

The moment those words fell, the entire classroom went silent.

Many students widened their eyes in disbelief. After exchanging glances with their desk mates, they looked toward Lyon.

Master level?

Lyon had said master level, right?

Were you sure you weren't just showing off?

The level below master was wandless casting. Reaching the master level was nothing like advancing through the other stages; at this stage, it was practically as difficult as reaching the heavens.

Many other students stared blankly at the shocked expressions around them. They did not even know what a master-level spell was.

Beside Lyon, Hermione secretly stared at him with aggrieved eyes. She remembered that Lyon had said he had not learned many spells and only knew a little of the basics.

She had even felt relieved when she heard that, believing she could catch up to Lyon...

But...

A master-level spell... and he called that the basics?

Professor Flitwick also tugged at his ear, feeling as though he had misheard.

"Are you sure it's a master-level spell that you want to take further?"

Lyon nodded, frowned, and casually turned his hand over.

The next instant, the entire classroom seemed unaffected by gravity. Other than the people present, every object floated into the air.

Everyone looked at the desks and chairs hovering above their heads, then at Lyon, the horror in their eyes growing even stronger.

A master-level Levitation Charm.

No incantation, no wand, just a casual wave of his hand, and the entire classroom floated as though gravity no longer existed—and he still wanted to advance further?

Lyon waved his hand again, and the floating objects settled back into their original places, as though nothing had happened.

"Professor, I've always felt that this spell of mine can go a step further. I've heard that many wizards develop their own insights once a spell reaches the master level, and can even create spells."

"I feel that I'm no worse than them."