After obtaining their matched wands, everyone could no longer hold back their excitement and eagerly began trying all sorts of spells.
Before they had wands, everyone had to take turns using a single shared wand to cast spells. It usually took several days before one's turn came around, and even then, they could only practice a little each time.
Therefore, many people simply picked up a small stick similar in size to a wand and waved it around to practice as if it were a real one.
Now that they had their own wands, they were almost all able to successfully cast spells on their first try.
Some people used their wands to release orbs of light; some made leaves float; some conjured a burst of flames; others transformed matches into needles.
Everyone had different magical strengths, some were particularly fond of the Lumos Charm, some excelled at fire spells, some showed talent in Transfiguration, and some were gifted in Herbology.
There were even a few who, in the six months before receiving their wands, had already managed to successfully brew Potions, even if they were only the most basic ones, it still showed clear talent in the art of potion-making.
Looking at these people, Sylas's eyes were filled with warmth and amusement.
After more than half a year of getting to know them, he had come to understand these "new wizards."
Now that these people had obtained their wands, Sylas no longer allowed them to study on their own. Instead, he decided to establish a Magic Crash Course to cultivate these more than five hundred people into his own core group of wizards.
Aside from Bill previously teaching the techniques of wand-making, Sylas also planned to select others to teach broomstick-making, as well as the process of making Floo powder, and to train Potion Masters, Alchemists, and Masters of Herbology.
Perhaps due to the tacit understanding between husband and wife, Arwen, while training a group of witches, also selected a woman skilled in weaving and began teaching her the craft of magical textile-making.
Perhaps in the future, a "Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions" would be born in Hogsmeade.
Everyone was thrilled by the news that the Lord himself would be opening a Magic Crash Course for them.
Since gaining some understanding of magic, they had come to deeply appreciate just how profound the Lord's magic truly was. Miracles of magic were everywhere in the Castle, the ever-burning Eternal Fire, the ceiling that synchronized with the weather outside, floating candles, moving magical portraits, shifting staircases, patrolling suits of armor, all kinds of magical phenomena far beyond their comprehension.
Not to mention the Thunderbird that could summon storms, the giant octopus in the Black Lake, the rumored dragon guarding the treasure vault, and the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, all of which filled them with awe and curiosity.
So now that the Lord himself would be their teacher, personally instructing them in magic, everyone waited with eager anticipation and threw themselves into their studies with great enthusiasm.
The number of over five hundred students was almost comparable to that of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the magical world.
To accommodate so many people studying at once, Sylas specially used an Undetectable Extension Charm to expand the classroom.
Since it was a crash course, it naturally couldn't be structured like Hogwarts with seven gradual year levels.
Therefore, Sylas focused on teaching them four main subjects, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and Herbology, to quickly improve their magical literacy and ability.
Sylas taught Transfiguration and Potions, while Arwen was responsible for Charms and Herbology.
Upon hearing the news, Mayor Greame and Luke hurried to the Castle, requesting to join the crash course as well.
Sylas naturally didn't refuse, after all, whether he taught one sheep or a whole flock, it made no difference, and he also added his butler, Edward, to the class.
To avoid disrupting government affairs, the two mayors would come to the Castle through the fireplace every day during the daytime to study, then return in the evening to handle municipal business.
Though they were busy, neither man considered giving up.
After all, no one would willingly pass up the chance to be personally taught by the Lord.
In the Potions classroom, Sylas stood on the podium, looking down at the more than five hundred students below.
With so many gathered together, the magically expanded room looked like a Great Hall.
Every two students shared a table, upon which sat cauldrons, spirit lamps, stirring rods, and various potion ingredients.
The room was vast, yet Sylas's voice carried clearly to every ear.
As he explained, a massive screen behind him automatically displayed the brewing steps and key precautions for each potion.
The large letters and striking colors on the screen ensured that even the people in the last row could see everything clearly.
Sylas had originally planned to reenact Professor Snape's classic line:
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you to really understand the simmering cauldron with white smoke..."
He wanted to give this group a bit of a shock, but after thinking it over, he decided against it...it felt a bit too theatrical.
So, after finishing his explanation of the potion's details, he said, "Alright, now start making the Boil-Cure Potion. Get to it."
Then he stepped down from the podium and began walking around to inspect the students.
Although all of these students were adults, some even elderly, and the Boil-Cure Potion wasn't particularly difficult to make, Sylas was still worried there might be a "cauldron killer" like Neville Longbottom among them.
Following Sylas's command, the students began carefully and cooperatively brewing their potions.
To Sylas's relief, since they were all adults and eager to seize this rare opportunity to earn their Lord's approval, everyone was extremely focused and meticulous, following each step of the written instructions without daring to make a mistake.
Although their movements were somewhat clumsy, as long as they followed the process, they would basically be able to brew a qualified Boil-Cure Potion.
As for people like Butler Edward, who had already made potions before, the Boil-Cure Potion posed no difficulty at all. His actions were smooth and practiced, and the potion he produced was of perfect quality.
There were also several students with good natural talent for potion-making, such as Butterbur, the owner of the Prancing Pony Inn. Though a beginner, he had a good sense of timing and control of the flame, and the quality of his potion was quite decent.
Sylas secretly noted down the names of these promising individuals, planning to cultivate them further as potion-makers in the future.
Of course, if a true Master of Potions were to emerge among them, Sylas would be absolutely delighted.
Just as Sylas thought this potions class would proceed smoothly, a sudden exclamation erupted from not far away.
Sensing something amiss, Sylas immediately Apparated to the source of the sound.
"Protego!"
A flash of magic shot from Sylas's wand, forming an invisible shield that enveloped a boiling cauldron.
A split second later, the cauldron exploded. The green potion inside ate through the metal and splattered everywhere.
If not for the protective spell, everyone nearby would have been in serious trouble.
The others looked at the corroded cauldron and table in shock and relief, their eyes filled with admiration for their Lord who had saved them.
Sylas, however, turned to the culprit, frowning slightly with a helpless expression.
"Brog, when adding the porcupine quills, you must remove the cauldron from the fire first. Haven't I said this more than once?"
He hadn't expected that the person he considered the most reliable would end up being the first to make a mistake.
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