"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant, Filius!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed admiringly. "A Lightning Storm of that calibre is so rare. I'd guess no more than five people in the entire United Kingdom could manage it."
"Indeed, indeed. Precise control over ninety-nine bolts-I certainly couldn't do it." Professor Sprout nodded repeatedly as well.
"You're too kind, too kind. It's nothing so extraordinary." Professor Flitwick had caught his breath by then.
Of course, he couldn't very well say, That's right, that was a spectacular performance!
He could only smile and offer a few modest words. But the irrepressible smile on his face fooled no one.
"That was amazing!" Two small heads peeked over the railing of the Gryffindor stands, with only their eyes showing above it. Naturally, they belonged to Harry and Neville.
Having witnessed Professor Flitwick's magical prowess, both boys were filled with genuine admiration.
Compared with the effortless way he had dealt with the Basilisk before Christmas, his methods this time were far more dazzling and grand.
"By the way, Harry, why are we the only two who are all right?" Neville looked around. They were the only ones left in the stands now. Even the older students had all been taken away by the House-elves.
Quite a few students in their fifth year and above had not collapsed during that soul attack. But seemingly not one had been able to hold out long enough to speak and stop the House-elves from taking them away.
Otherwise, whatever the other houses might have done, some Gryffindors would certainly have stayed to watch.
"I guess... it probably has something to do with Occlumency and the Meditation Method?" Harry said quietly.
It was a guess, but Harry felt that had to be it.
The monster had just used some unknown attack that had brought down almost