bacchusnovels Chapter 471 Qiu Zhang's Flying Curse Special Training
Chapter 471 Qiu Zhang's Flying Curse Special Training
Chapter 471 Qiu Zhang's Special Training with the Flying Curse (Part 2)
"You've found the right rhythm. The next task is to maintain that precision in even more demanding environments."
Sean's voice clearly penetrated Qiu Zhang's ears through the sound transmission device in the upper corner of the stone chamber.
Now I don't have to worry about it anymore...
Professor Phillips was indeed watching her training...
Qiu Zhang pursed her lips, pretending to be nonchalant, even though her face was still burning hot.
It's okay...it's okay...the professor won't remember what happened.
She comforted herself, readjusted her posture, and prepared for the next practice session.
However, she stole a glance at the robe that was still swaying gently in the wind, and the shame in her heart still hadn't completely dissipated.
On the other side, an abandoned classroom.
"Focus, Harry, focus—"
Hermione's voice rang out for what felt like the umpteenth time.
"Am I not focused enough?" Harry said irritably, gripping his wand tightly and responding in a frustrated tone, "For some reason, a really big dragon keeps popping into my head—okay, let's try again—"
He took a deep breath, fixed his gaze, and focused his mind again, preparing to try the Summoning Spell.
But no matter how hard he tried to concentrate, the image of the dragon lingered in his mind. The feeling of flying and the movements he practiced seemed to be swallowed up by that terrifying dragon, and Harry became more and more anxious.
Hermione, flipping through "Advanced Spells" in her hands, reminded him, "Harry, don't rush, calm down. You know how to fly, you know how to control it, the Summoning Charm is just an extension of that."
Harry looked at her helplessly, a hint of frustration in his eyes. "But Hermione, I was just thinking about what I'd do if that dragon suddenly pounced. You have no idea what that feels like. They're so big, and—" He paused, his tone slightly annoyed, "they breathe fire!"
Hermione sighed, stood up, placed the book face down on the chair, and comforted him, "Harry, dragons are indeed terrifying, but you must remember that you now know they exist. Being prepared gives you an advantage over the other contestants. You can't change the size of a dragon, but you can choose how to face it."
Harry closed his eyes.
Admittedly, no one wants to lose face in front of others or be defeated in a competition, especially when the cost of such a defeat is too severe—to be killed or eaten by such a dragon.
Hermione gently patted his shoulder: "Don't forget, you're not alone in this. You have me and Ron. We'll help you and figure something out."
"Thank you, Hermione." Harry sighed, seemingly relieved.
Seeing that Harry seemed to have calmed down a bit, Hermione urged him again after a short rest: "Alright, stop thinking about that. Let's start from the beginning, focus, and concentrate on practicing the Summoning Charm. Don't think about dragons, think about what you're best at—flying."
"Flying—" Harry repeated softly, images of soaring through the Quidditch pitch flashing through his mind. He was truly skilled at flying; though not always perfectly, he knew he could do it.
"Fly here!" he uttered again, this time without much pressure or the tension of facing a life-or-death situation. His fingers relaxed, and the wand swayed gently in his hand.
This time, the wand glowed slightly, and a slight vibration came through the air. The object in the air floated up gently. Although it was still not perfect, at least Harry felt a sign of success.
"Great job!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly, while Ron, standing nearby, began to applaud. "Try again! You just need to stay calm and have a little more confidence!"
Harry took a deep breath, fixed his gaze on the object in the air, collected his thoughts, and then raised his wand again: "Fly here!"
The object in the air floated up gently and then flew rapidly toward the caster.
Admittedly, this is the last item in the second level.
Prior to this, Akiharu had already successfully summoned other items.
Once a person lets go of something, they will speed along on another path.
She set aside her clothes and shame, and gained undivided attention.
For a moment, they couldn't say which side of the scale was more important.
The wooden door creaked and groaned.
All that met my eyes was pitch black.
The air was still, as if we had entered some distant, silent world, so dark that we couldn't see our own hands in front of our faces.
Qiu Zhang took a deep breath and stepped into the silent space.
The air surged the moment the door closed.
Then she heard a sound.
A slight hum, like something gently floating in the air.
Qiu Zhang stood still alertly.
Without a doubt, the challenge in this room is practicing the Summoning Spell in complete darkness.
Based on the levels of the first two stages.
It seems that you need to collect all the items in the room to complete the game.
Suddenly, something in the air rushed over and stopped a few feet in front of her.
What is that?
Qiu Zhang held his breath and cautiously approached the floating object.
In the dim light, she could make out that it was a glass bottle.
It hovered in the air, occasionally emitting a slight trembling sound.
This doesn't look like an ordinary object.
She stretched out one hand, palm up, and tapped it lightly with her wand.
A string of incantations flowed from her lips. "Fly here!"
The glass bottle remained completely still.
She frowned and tried again.
This time she swung her wand even more forcefully; if there had been light, one might have seen an afterimage. But even so, the bottle stubbornly remained in place, without any reaction.
More subtle sounds came from the air.
Something was floating around her, like a ghost in the dark night.
Cho Chang turned around, trying to use his wand to track the movement.
But they were too fast, always changing direction before she could catch them.
The repeated failures caused beads of sweat to appear on her forehead.
But the deathly silence only fueled the resilience deep within her. She closed her eyes, recalling every detail Professor Flitwick had taught her in class—the angle of the wand, the pronunciation of the spell, the force of the spell.
On her third attempt, she finally got the hang of it.
The moment the wand sliced through the air, she felt the energy of the spell resonate with the bottle.
The glass bottle shook violently and began to slowly move towards her.
Although it wasn't fast, it was indeed following instructions.
Glass bottles are not the only floating objects.
As his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, Qiu Zhang discovered that there were many more objects of various shapes in the room.
Their outlines appeared and disappeared in the dim light, sometimes close, sometimes far apart.
A smooth, round object brushed against her cheek.
Qiu Zhang instinctively turned his head to avoid it, but froze the moment he touched it.
It was... an object that looked like a button.
It spun in the air, occasionally emitting a faint vibration.
Then a long, pink object swept overhead.
Qiu Zhang recognized it as the shape of a vibrator.
These things drift around in this space like an absurd exhibition.
Soon, Qiu Zhang recognized the purpose of these items.
These gadgets are not uncommon in the rooms of some Muggle-born witches in the same or even older grades.
At most, the difference between the two is simply automatic versus manual, or "whether it is powered on or not".
Her cheeks began to burn.
These strange occurrences left her feeling both confused and embarrassed.
A small pink clip swooped down at her, and Cho Chang reflexively waved her wand.
"Here it comes!"
The clamp traced an arc in the air, deviating from its original trajectory.
"Focus," she told herself.
Although the situation is awkward, now is not the time to be shy.
Cho Chang took a deep breath and raised his wand again.
This time, she chose a more challenging object—a uniquely shaped two-headed item.
It swayed precariously in the air, as if mocking her overestimation of her abilities.
But Qiu Zhang did not back down.
She adjusted her posture and carefully observed the movement trajectory of the object.
As it was about to pass her right shoulder, she decisively swung her wand.
This time, the spell worked.
The unusual object changed direction and flew towards her.
But just as it was about to reach her, it suddenly veered off course and crashed into the wall.
Qiu Zhang's face grew increasingly red, even his ears were burning.
The appearance of each special item made her heart beat a little faster.
The pink button brushed against her side again, making her involuntarily flinch.
She wanted to ignore these things and focus on the spell itself.
But when she waves her wand, she can't help but think about the original purpose of these items.
Especially that uniquely shaped double-headed object; every time she saw it hovering on the ceiling, she felt dizzy.
A butterfly-shaped sticker suddenly flew in front of her, almost brushing past her nose.
This made her breathing even more rapid.
Sweat trickled down her back.
She could feel her body trembling slightly with shame.
But strangely, this intense emotion did not hinder her progress. On the contrary, it made her brain work faster, searching for ways to break through the predicament.
A collar with bells suddenly appeared out of nowhere, making a crisp sound in the air.
The sound echoed in the quiet room, making it seem particularly jarring to her.
Qiu Zhang bit her lip, forcing herself to ignore these distractions.
Even so, the floating props continued to push her limits.
Sometimes it's several buttons coming close at the same time, and sometimes it's vibrators of various sizes passing by.
They were like a group of mischievous sprites, distracting her in the most unsettling ways.
Qiu Zhang didn't even dare to look up at what was floating above.
She could only focus on her wand and spells, hoping to end this torturous ordeal as soon as possible.
But as she practiced more, she was surprised to find that she could actually cast spells accurately in such situations.
This is probably the most incredible part.
Surrounded by these embarrassing props, she found a strange sense of peace.
Perhaps it was this extreme sense of shame that helped her block out other external distractions, allowing her to focus more on the essence of magic.
As practice continued, the floating props became increasingly audacious.
A small purple ball suddenly shot straight at Cho Chang's face, and she quickly waved her wand.
Although she successfully boarded the vehicle, the action caused the robe she had put on after leaving the previous level to open slightly, revealing a section of her snow-white skin.
Immediately afterwards, several thin, rope-like objects intertwined above her head to form a net.
They wove together a barely visible barrier, making the atmosphere of the entire space even more eerie.
Qiu Zhang noticed that some of the ropes had small metal rings at the ends, which were obviously designed for restraint.
The props seemed to come alive, constantly testing her sacred line.
Sometimes it's a pair of fuzzy clips slowly approaching, sometimes it's a vibrating dildo coated in lubricant glowing in the dark.
The hardest part was that she couldn't see the specific details of these things at all.
The darkness amplifies the sensory experience, making every touch and brush with each other more noticeable.
Qiu Zhang felt like she was going crazy; she wasn't even sure if she could keep going.
But just then, something peculiar caught her attention.
It was a mirror, or rather, it looked like a mirror.
It floated quietly in mid-air, its mirror surface reflecting a faint light.
Qiu Zhang hesitated for a moment, then decided to try to summon it.
She gasped when she managed to get the mirror in front of her.
It was indeed a mirror, and the kind that reflected things very clearly.
Through it, she saw herself in her current state for the first time: her clothes were disheveled, her face was flushed, and her forehead was covered with sweat.
This is almost no different from the last time she was like this.
A few days ago, her sense of shame reached its peak.
But now she understands that this is the real test of the third stage—not only must she overcome external stimuli, but she must also face her inner struggles.
Her expression in the mirror was ever-changing.
There was panic, anger, and a sliver of curiosity.
These mixed emotions plunged her into a state she had never experienced before.
The room was filled with a faint warmth.
Qiu Zhang stood still, feeling his own heartbeat.
The image in the mirror was still there, clearly reflecting her current state.
She hesitated before reaching out and touching the mirror.
The icy touch sent a chill down her spine.
Then, she made a decision that even she herself couldn't believe.
At two o'clock in the morning, Harry stood in the center of the classroom, surrounded by all sorts of things: books, quills, several overturned chairs, an old wizard's chess set, and Neville's toad, Raef.
Just now, he finally mastered the Flying Spell.
"Much better, Harry, you've really improved." Hermione's voice was tired, but her face was full of joy.
"Oh, now I know what to do next time I can't learn a spell." Harry laughed, tossing a spellbook dictionary back to Hermione, ready to try again. "I'll threaten me with a dragon. That's right—" He raised his wand again, "Dictionary, fly here!"
The dictionary flew from Hermione's hand and sped towards the other end of the room, where Harry caught it precisely.
"Harry, I think you've really got it!" Hermione said happily.
"As long as it works tomorrow, that's fine." Harry sighed. "The Firebolt is much bigger than these things. Tomorrow it'll be on the field, and I'll be outside—"
Hermione said confidently, "It's okay, as long as you concentrate, it will come. See, it's already done!"
Harry nodded slightly. "I hope I can," he said softly.
Hermione looked at him and advised again, "Harry, we'd better go back and rest. You need to conserve your energy; you'll need it tomorrow."
Ron had long since fallen asleep nearby.
Harry glanced at Ron, who was already snoring beside him, and couldn't help but smile.
"Should we wake him up?" he asked in a low voice.
Hermione glanced at Ron, paused for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't think it's necessary." She added softly, "We can use the Levitate Charm to drag him away. Don't forget, we have to prepare for the match all day tomorrow. Ron can sleep a little longer now so he won't be too tired in the afternoon."
"Hmm." Harry nodded, but a little worried. Ron was usually lazy, but he always managed to hold his own in crucial moments, and he would definitely be nervous in tomorrow's match. "Are you sure he can handle it tomorrow?"
"He will. Although he's always lazy, he can still shine in crucial moments. Don't forget what we've been working on before."
Harry felt a little relieved, thinking to himself that Ron, though always joking, was no less capable in crucial moments.
"Alright, since you put it that way." Harry sighed, raised his wand, and chanted, "Levitation Charm." As he softly recited the spell, Ron's body slowly floated up.
Thus, this strange combination of two people plus a floating person appeared in the corridor.
The corridor was so quiet you could almost hear two people's heartbeats.
Harry looked up at Ron floating by, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly realized something.
He turned to look at Hermione and asked in a low voice, "Hermione, um—what's your relationship with Professor Phillips?"
Hermione paused for a moment, looked up at Harry, and looked somewhat puzzled.
She seemed surprised that Harry would suddenly ask such a question. "What's wrong? Why are you asking this?"
Harry hesitated slightly, then whispered, "I'm just a little curious, lately you guys seem to be—" He paused, a little embarrassed, realizing he'd been too direct. "Well, like—do you have a crush on him?"
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