Certainly, here is the English translation:
Don't be fooled by Professor Flitwick's seemingly fair and impartial demeanor; he is actually quite protective of his own house. The term 'sparring' is the epitome of linguistic art.
"You're too kind, my skill level is just average." Ian was embarrassed by Professor Flitwick's linguistic art. After all, thanks to the widespread storytelling by the Weasley brothers, every little wizard present had heard the tale of "Marcus Flint's diuretic curse fiasco, when wizards were trapped amidst holy fire."
"That's excessive modesty."
Professor Flitwick was very eager to showcase the talents of Ravenclaw's little wizards to the other houses. "Perhaps you could assist me in demonstrating the standard application of the Lighting Spell to everyone."
A reasonable request.
Ian could smell the aroma of bonus points.
"Fluorescent Flickering!"
Ian immediately raised his Elder Wand, illuminating the classroom with the magic he most frequently used. The glow from the tip of the wand was even brighter than the sunlight outside.
The intentional conspicuousness made everyone feel they couldn't look directly at Ian, as if he himself were glowing... Ian even had some light patterns spread over his body. It's fortunate that the little wizards hadn't seen Ultraman; otherwise, they would surely have proclaimed that he truly existed.
"Amazing!"
"Are my eyes blinded? I can't see anything!"
A series of exclamations rang out.
Satisfied, Ian extinguished the light from the tip of his wand.
"Marcus Flint wasn't he frightened by a green light? It's said you invented the 'Diuretic Curse,' and on that day Hogwarts' plumbing was reportedly clogged by Marcus Flint's urination," a little wizard from Gryffindor commented, suggesting perhaps there was a new version of Marcus' story.
"That is still a Lighting Spell, kid. The method of confusion during duels is quite useful; however, it's not the content we need to learn in this class."
"It requires mastering high-level silent spellcasting techniques in the future, while not being disturbed by the incantation being recited orally when casting the magic one truly wishes to perform."
Professor Flitwick diplomatically conveyed to the little wizards that it's a very challenging task, though he seemed to have overlooked the fact that first-year little wizards couldn't quite grasp such convoluted explanations.
"Want to learn!"
"I also have a Slytherin foe... I wish to scare him as well."
"Can't we just watch?"
...
Faced with the curious and inquisitive glances of the young wizards, Professor Flitwick couldn't bear to dampen their enthusiasm for learning, so he gave a meaningful glance to Ian, a student from his own house.
Ian, possessing high emotional intelligence, understood immediately.
Without a word, he raised his wand and initiated the magic.
Silent spellcasting.
Green light suddenly appeared.
It was like a Gatling in terms of quantity, illuminating the entire classroom while striking each little wizard on the forehead. Only most of them didn't notice what had happened.
"So cool!"
"Amazing!"
"I could play like this with my friends all day!"
...
The room-filling green light earned Ian applause.
However, immersed in excitement, the little wizards mostly failed to notice that when the green light first appeared on Ian's wand, Professor Flitwick was nearly frightened enough to leap off the podium.
"Five points to Ravenclaw. That really was a truly exceptional... magic demonstration?" Fortunately, Professor Flitwick was able to discern that it was indeed a Lighting Spell.
His heart was racing, and he secretly wiped his sweat. He couldn't help it; the realism was overwhelming—especially the color. Throughout the rest of the class, Professor Flitwick would occasionally glance at Ian.
His gaze was indescribable.
Odd.
It lasted until the end of class.
While watching Ian leave the classroom surrounded by chatter and the constant prattle of other little wizards, Professor Flitwick still felt the urge to say something, yet held back.
Ultimately, he didn't ask Ian to stay behind.
"Severus, yes, he must have seen it at Severus's..." On his way back to his office, Professor Flitwick mumbled quietly to himself.
It seemed he had finally found some peace of mind.
"Study! The evening belongs to alchemy!"
Ian was unaware that Professor Flitwick had become somewhat paranoid because of him. He didn't manage to successfully engage in language learning during lunch, but he did have a very pleasant chat with the bronze eaglehead.
It was a good relaxation.
No remedial learning was needed, as learning languages was merely a leisure activity.
Compared to various languages that wouldn't be useful in the short term, Ian was preparing for the creation of his original first-ever alchemy creation, though there were some obstacles yet to be overcome.
He needed more alchemy knowledge to enrich his brain and improve his skill level and even his rank in alchemy. Therefore, after dealing with his classmates after class, Ian headed straight to the library.
"Finally open."
Ian was somewhat relieved to trust in Madam Pince's integrity. Despite Madam Pince taking a long absence during noon, she obviously didn't plan to skip work for the entire day.
The brightly lit library was sparsely populated, much more so than usual, probably because, after the afternoon's events, everyone assumed the library would remain closed all day.
"I need to find a way to solve the problem of the excessive residue from alchemy creations." Ian began flipping through various books in both the regular area and the forbidden area of the library.
He faced a challenge that many might post queries about online—if you have a hundred-pound goat at home, how can you discreetly dispose of the carcass?
Ian's answer was his original creation—the Bone Crushing and Ash Scattering Box.
At least in his view, it would surely be a return gift Aurora would appreciate—a genius idea that can automatically gnaw on goat meat and crush the bones, and when not in use, it can be tucked into the pocket.
Who wouldn't love it?
"The remaining ashes definitely have to be less than Fiery Fire, or else the Bone Crushing and Ash Scattering Box would lose its purpose." Ian continuously searched for solutions in various alchemy books.
"The Fifth Element"
"Divine Domain: Creation from Nothing"
"Exploring Alchemy with the Master"
...
Nothing was found.
Perhaps Ian's ideas were too ahead of their time. Such techniques were not mentioned in any of the books he had delved into. Just as he was preparing to seek guidance from his Teacher Morgan the next day with some regret.
"I've been watching you go through dozens of books from over there. From what I've seen, you're trying to find a way to convert matter into nothingness? Honestly, it's harder to achieve than the so-called creation from nothing that some fraudulent alchemists claim. Maybe you can consider converting matter into another common substance."
"For example, transforming into air or turning into soil..." Suddenly, while Ian was flipping through books in front of a bookshelf, a magnetic male voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Someone approached.
Ian turned his head.
What came into view was a book handed to him.
"Alchemy Decrypted: The Connection Between All Things"
It's an ancient work.
Authored by a Hogwarts founder, Rowena Ravenclaw, the one who imparted great knowledge to Ian.
"Thank you."
Ian took the book handed to him and looked up at the person who started the conversation—a mane of golden wavy curls and a smile so wide it stretched his cheeks into an exaggerated curve.
He was... Gilderoy Lockhart!
[ps: Debt deferred, tomorrow]