"I don't understand, Chase Everwyn, why the magic flow in your body is like that." Even when Professor Flitwick returned to the Burrow and stood in front of Mrs. Weasley, he still looked incredulous.
Smoke was billowing out of his bald head, and it was obvious that his brain was boiling violently.
The kitchen became quite crowded because Professor Flitwick and Chase were unexpectedly squeezed in.
George and Fred stood in the corner, trying to avoid the sight of Professor Flitwick and Mrs. Weasley.
Behind them hung a strangely shaped magic clock with several needles spinning on it (with large moving magical photos of the Weasley family attached to the needles).
There were no numbers on the clock face, but slogans such as "Make tea", "Major crisis", "You are going to be late", "Feed the chickens", "Sleeping", and "Business trip" were written on it.
Among them, Mr. Weasley's headshot was always swaying between the two signs "Ministry of Magic Working Clock" and "Dangerous Situation."
The twins pretended to focus their attention on the magic clock face, whispering to each other, "Is it broken?" and "Does it need to be repaired?"
In the middle of the house stood a clean long wooden table and a few chairs.
Professor Flitwick and Chase Everwyn were sitting on chairs, with a huge dragon-skin book half a meter long and wide placed in front of them.
The pages of the book kept turning automatically.
"It shouldn't be a problem with the spellcasting model... or the ancient way of casting magic? Let me think... is there any precedent..." Flitwick muttered back and forth.
"Dear Professor Flitwick, don't worry... Haven't you taught Chase most of the important spells for three years of Hogwarts in the past half month?"
"Hasn't he also learned most of them and successfully cast them all?"
Mrs. Weasley, who was standing in front of the kitchen counter cooking, waved her wand, letting the pots, pans, and ingredients cook automatically, then turned around.
She tried to comfort Professor Flitwick, her tone clearly revealing hesitation, but she was not sure either.
"No, you don't understand, Molly." Flitwick stroked his hair vigorously, trying to cheer himself up, and said to Chase, "Chase, cast the Fluorescent Charm again!"
"Oh! — Lumos!"
Chase Everwyn raised the 'rolling noodle' wand.
Mrs. Weasley's face danced with excitement as she saw this excellentwand.
"Bite!"
A fist-sized tungsten filament light emerged from the tip of the thick wand.
Made of glass, pear-shaped, emitting orange-red light.
"This?" Although she knew the general situation, it was obviously the first time that Mrs. Weasley had seen with her own eyes that such a simple spell could turn out like this.
The look on her face was about to drop to the ground.
"Is it okay?" Chase didn't care. After putting down his wand, he took off the 'magic lamp' and handed it to Mrs. Weasley.
"Eh?" Mrs. Weasley stood there motionless, holding the tungsten lamp.
Flitwick stared at the tungsten light in front of him and said irritably, "Now you understand, Molly! A large part of the basic conclusions of modern magic... have been overturned by this scene."
After hesitating for a moment, Professor Flitwick stared at Chase seriously, "Student Everwyn, tell me honestly... what was going through your mind when you cast the spell?"
"It's a spell, huh?"
"No, no, when you cast the Luminescence Charm... what is the first specific image that comes to mind?"
Chase didn't answer, but his expression as he stared at the tungsten light said it all.
"Sure enough! Chase, you can't cast spells properly."
"Your way of casting spells is more similar to the ancient... no, it is a more primitive way of casting magic. And because of the distortion and limitation of your own talents, and the fact that you have not received a long period of learning and training in modern magic theory... you can only cast spells this way."
Flitwick slammed the table and stood up. "Ha! So it is! I said I was right! This is not my problem—"
After reaching a conclusion that made sense to him, Professor Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief and decided not to waste time blaming himself.
He hurriedly shrunk the dragonhide book, put it back into his pocket, and said, "Student Chase, the result is a little unexpected, but overall... you have indeed mastered the basic spells of three years of school, and your magic power is up to standard when you cast it."
"...Well... with the recommendation letter from the Ministry of Magic, you will be able to enter Hogwarts for your fourth year starting this year."
"As for your spellcasting problem... I will discuss it with Dumbledore and other professors..." Flitwick's tone suddenly changed and became very stern.
"By the way, Chase! You have to understand... the magic you cast is dangerous... not only to others, but also to yourself."
"So the Levitation Curse, the Petrification Curse, the Tap Dance Curse, the Pimple Curse, the Snotlout Bat Curse... these spells are strictly prohibited... You must not cast them without the professors' permission, especially on others. If casualties are caused... I'm afraid that your hard-earned opportunity to go to school will be lost again."
"Do you understand?"
Chase Everwyn nodded.
"Okay, I will give you a notice that will list some spells that prohibit you from casting. As for the content of Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, Astronomy, and other classes, the professors of these courses will discuss and make arrangements for you to make up for them in this school year."
"Chase, you're entering the fourth year right at the beginning, and with this unique way of casting spells, the rest of the semester... you're going to have a hard time." Flitwick's tone relaxed; he raised his wand and gently spun it, summoning some of his items from all over the Burrow.
"Professor Flitwick, are you leaving?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Well, school is about to start, and I have to go to Hogwarts to prepare for this year's courses, especially Chase's 'special education'." A bent wizard hat straightened itself and landed on Flitwick's head like a quaffle.
"My dear, lunch is almost ready. Why don't you eat before you leave? Arthur will be back at noon today... He and I should thank you for your guidance to Chase over the past half month."
"No need, Molly... Look, no—the carriage that's coming to pick me up has arrived."
Chase looked outside.
Indeed, an unusually tall, spacious, and… as big as a small house, black iron carriage was whistling down from the sky and crashing heavily onto the grass slope not far from the Burrow.
"I'm leaving!"
Professor Flitwick floated the luggage behind him and walked outside, saying goodbye to everyone.
But as soon as he walked out, he found something was wrong.
"This doesn't look like a Hogwarts carriage? Who are you? ...Moody!"
"Mad-Eye!"
There were two sharp noises, one coming from Flitwick and the other from Mrs. Weasley.
"What are you doing here!" At the door of the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley held Chase tightly behind her and questioned the visitor with an angry expression.
Mad-Eye Moody, with long gray hair and a black and silver cane, stood half-leaning on the carriage.
His entire face was covered with scars, his mouth was crooked, his nose was broken, his eyes were one big and one small, and the huge blue evil eye was always staring straight at Chase Everwyn.
George, Fred, and the younger kids Ginny and Ron who had just come downstairs were frightened by the appearance of the strange wizard.
Chase understood something in his mind.
"Ha, we're old acquaintances!"