"Why was that all? I thought we'd get to see something interesting." Outside the circles, some younger students stood on tiptoe, pouting as they muttered among themselves.
The grass was full of people swaying unsteadily.
At first, they had been full of anticipation for the legendary Apparition. But after seeing the sixth-years standing in place and swaying from side to side as though Petrified, their faces redder than Fire Dragon blood, they quickly lost interest and began leaving in twos and threes.
At that moment, two people accidentally jumped into the same wooden hoop and were now accusing each other as they wrestled, constantly shouting that the other had ruined everything.
"It's all your fault! You made me fail to Apparate!"
"You were the one who stepped into my hoop!"
"Now that's interesting enough!" The younger students who had been leaving stopped in their tracks, laughing so hard they doubled over.
If the heads of house had not stopped them in time, there might have been a full-blown brawl between older and younger students that day.
More people spun in place until they were dizzy, their steps unsteady as they staggered about.
Just as the lesson was nearing its end, a serious accident occurred.
A piercing scream suddenly rang out. Everyone turned around in horror to see Wormtail swaying inside a wooden hoop, his empty sleeves flapping in the wind. His two hands, which should have moved with him, had been left behind.
The heads of house hurried to gather around him. With a loud bang, the purple smoke dispersed, revealing Wormtail sobbing miserably. His hands had been reattached, but his face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with terror.
"Splinching is when a part of the body becomes separated," Wiggenwald Trelawney said calmly, Wand in hand. "It