The little wizards started to discuss it all over the place, but they didn't know it. Harry found that many people had similar experiences.

"Mom told me that when I was a child, I lost my temper and fryed the dishes!"

"When I was seven years old, my aunt insisted on eating Houttuynia cordata for me, but I turned it away."

"I accidentally fell into the water, choked a few sips of water, but ended up floating myself!"

Felix listened quietly, and when the discussion gradually subsided, he asked another question: "Can you still do something similar now?"

Everyone was silent.

Draco Malfoy smiled with a reserved smile: "Professor Happ, this is not a difficult task for some families with a long history."

Ron couldn't help saying, "You mean you can do it, just now?"

"Of course," Draco looked mockingly, "The Malfoy family has a long history..." He stressed again, then looked at Harry and Ron with a provocative look, and said proudly: "I was trained similarly when I was a child. During the summer vacation, I often played chess like this with my father..."

He looked at Felix, "Please allow me to show you, Professor."

Felix nodded in agreement.

Draco stared at the teapot and tea cup on the small table. After about ten seconds, a tea cup with blue patterns jumped up and floated at a foot.

The teapot also flew up swayingly, and the body of the pot was tilted, pouring out amber tea from the mouth of the pot.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Draco's forehead, and the teapot shaking violently. He controlled the teapot to fall back on the small table, making a "bang" sound, and then the teacups flew towards him lightly.

He took the teacup and took a sip of the tea. A smile appeared on his pale face. He bowed slightly and said, "Great tea, Professor Haypu."

Harry looked at all this in surprise, Malfoy did not show such ability at all.

Ron said dissatisfiedly: "Malfoy, I have never seen any spell you know when I first grade school!"

Draco grinned and mocked, "It's not a good thing to get in touch with wands and spells too early. Has no one ever told you? Weasley?" he said heavily on the surname Weasley.

Given that the scope of taunts was too wide, the twins almost jumped out to hit him, and Percy looked at him with a bad look.

Draco quickly shrank his neck.

"Okay," Felix signaled them to stop, "Mr. Malfoy showed us a good example, and he needed a little applause."

The scattered voice sounded, and the applause belonging to Slytherin became more enthusiastic. Pansy Parkinson looked at him with admiration and whispered to him in a low voice.

"Back to the initial question, in most cases, young wizards cast spells unconsciously because of their emotions, which is also seen as a sign of wizard qualifications.

And it is not that easy to show the magic of magic in a calm state.

This is related to the growth stage of the little wizard - usually at the age of six to ten, your magic will be greatly improved, and the level of activity of magic is far higher than it is now, which makes it difficult for you to control your own strength, and you will experience a slight loss of control when you are excited..."

Felix paused for a moment to let them understand the meaning of this sentence, and continued: "After entering school, you will be exposed to a large number of spells and magic practices, which to some extent guided the process. And because the first development has passed, your mind is more mature and your magic has stabilized, and it is difficult to riot." He glanced at Harry.

Harry immediately understood what the professor meant, he had experienced a magic riot a few months ago, and in the words of Professor Hepp at the time, his magic was "like a pike of constant jumping and burning flames."

Hermione raised her hand, "Professor? Is it because the little wizard was exposed to standardized magic teaching after entering school, which made magic more controllable?"

"There is this factor, in fact, in your second development—that is, from third grade to adulthood, you can hardly feel the restlessness of magic, because of this."

Felix snapped his fingers, and a ray of flame flew out of the fireplace, wrapping around his hands.

"The unconscious casting of spells in childhood is essentially an inadvertent adaptation to a certain spell. The magic senses your strong emotions and spontaneously runs and mobilizes them.

Stable casting at the entrance of school, and silent, staffless casting after maturity… To some extent, we are just regaining our own instinct to cast."

"Retrieve the instinct..." The little wizards kept chewing on these words. This kind of exploration of the essence of magic was something they had never experienced in the past.

Felix smiled and said, "You can try this process." He waved his hand to put out the flames, and the tea cups on the table were copied into pairs, and then a pile appeared and fell in front of them.

Harry stared at the teacup in front of him, and I wanted it to float up.

But this process is not easy, the cup does not move.

Professor Hayp's voice seemed to come from the sky, with some temptation and hint, maybe he was wrong, but Harry felt that he saw a silver light flashing in the professor's eyes.

“Keep focus – stay sensitive – stay confident –”

Harry's attention returned to the teacup in front of him. This time, the cup floated without much effort, and a huge joy surged in his heart, just like the joy he had learned from Hagrid that he was a wizard or that he had successfully recited a spell for the first time.

I did...

"I did it" He looked up at Professor Hayp and found that the professor was smiling at him.

Harry looked around and he was the only one who succeeded as quickly as he was. But Draco did it very quickly. He raised his head, looked at Harry in surprise, and said hesitantly: "Potter..." He has a foundation in this regard.

Harry ignored him and turned to look at the others. He found that everyone seemed to have entered a state of extreme concentration, and he would only escape from this state after success.

Qiu Zhang was still trying, Hermione also blushed, and the cup in Cedric's hand was shaking, but it was barely successful.

One minute, two minutes, people succeed one after another.

Hermione was the seventh one, and she looked up at the others, "Oh." Her expression was a little disappointed.

Felix smiled and said, "This does not mean the level of potential. You may be too rational and you rarely have this experience." He said to successful people: "You can continue to practice, or you can watch others and feel this change."

More and more people are successful, and in the process, Felix keeps hinting: "Concentration...sensitive...confidence...you can do it!"
Chapter completed!