A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 195: The Wand of Narvik

During the final class of the afternoon, as Felix Harp observed a group of disheveled young wizards entering the classroom, he gave them an odd look. "What's happened to all of you?"

Narvik had a mournful expression on his face. "I accidentally blew up the cauldron."

Standing next to him was a young wizard with light brown hair, Symo Finnigan. He earnestly explained, "Professor, it was just an accident. Snape was standing behind Narvik, and when Narvik's hand trembled, he dropped a handful of caterpillar slices into the cauldron. And, well, I happened to be stirring the potion at the time... Long story short, there was an explosion."

Felix waved his wand speechlessly, cleansing their faces and robes of the suspicious black smoke. He glanced at the others and took care of them as well.

"Th-thank you, Professor," Narvik said.

"No need to thank me," Felix told him. "Stay behind after class, I have something to discuss with you." Narvik visibly trembled, and Felix added, "Don't worry, it's not bad."

He watched Narvik stumble to find a seat, and Hermione leaned in discreetly. "Professor?" Harry and Ron leaned in to listen as well.

Felix spoke briefly, "About wands."

Hermione immediately understood. In her paper from last semester, she mentioned that among the wizards she knew, two of them struggled with wands inherited from others—Ron and Narvik.

It seemed Professor Harp was about to suggest Narvik get a new wand.

She pulled an puzzled Harry and Ron back to their seats, whispering quietly.

After a minute or two, Felix began the lesson.

"Today, we'll officially start learning Ancient Runes. Turn your books to page seven. These are simple sentences, but you'll delve into their complete chapters in your fourth year."

"If you do well this class, you'll save yourselves a lot of trouble in fourth year," Felix motivated the young wizards. "The first runic symbol we're encountering today is called 'Ken,' signifying light, and it somewhat resembles a torch."

"Drawing from known magical manuscripts, we find that the ancient wizards attributed multiple meanings to it—

"The first layer of meaning is the light itself, illuminating the path ahead, especially light arising from darkness;

"The second layer of meaning points to the illumination of knowledge, and this becomes clearer in older manuscripts. Likely because in times of ignorance, knowledge could dispel the fog...

"The third layer of meaning represents the flip side of evil. In a certain period, some wizards liked to use this term to boast about themselves;

"The fourth layer of meaning can also stand for hope, particularly hope in adversity;

"..."

The young wizards below diligently took notes as Felix continued his lecture. Soon, the class bell rang.

Felix clapped his hands. "This lesson was relatively simple. You only need to memorize the meanings of twelve ancient runes. I won't assign a paper, but you must complete the content on the 'Question Parchment.' They're all multiple-choice questions, so I expect your accuracy to be above seventy percent. In the next class, I'll spend a few minutes assessing you."

The young wizards filed out, and Felix watched Narvik's foot step out of the classroom before quickly calling him back.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot..." Narvik retracted the foot he had extended.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione slowly packed their things. Hermione pretended to accidentally scatter a stack of parchments, while Ron and Harry's movements seemed more awkward. They repeatedly weighed a book in their hands, as if trying to communicate to the professor that they wanted their books to look tidier.

Felix gazed at Narvik before him. His round face held a hint of unease as he gently asked, "Lumbatton, I've heard your wand was passed down from someone else?"

"Yes, from my father," Narvik replied softly.

Felix Harp was cautious not to touch upon sensitive matters. He and Harry had encountered this young boy during the summer break. By his side was an elderly woman, not his parents.

"Can you perform a few spells?" Felix asked.

"Right now? Here?" Narvik stuttered.

"That's right."

Narvik clumsily drew his wand. His face turned red as he awkwardly waved it through the air.

Harry, who was still packing, couldn't bear it. He walked over to Narvik and encouraged him, "Narvik, don't be nervous. We practiced the Disarming Charm together. Remember how it felt back then?"

Felix gave them a quick glance. You're welcome to eavesdrop, but joining in so openly... Well, seeing as your words seem to hold sway, I won't shoo you away.

Narvik did relax somewhat. He shouted, "Expelliarmus," and a fleeting flash of red light appeared.

After a moment of thought, Felix asked, "Harry, would you be willing to lend your wand to Narvik temporarily for practicing the Disarming Charm?"

Harry hesitated for a moment. "Of course, no problem." He handed his wand to Narvik.

Felix looked at Narvik, who seemed lost. He said, "Try using Harry's wand, either with the Disarming Charm."josei

Narvik made several attempts, but not even a spark emerged. He seemed to exhaust himself more than anything.

It was as if Harry's wand had no interest in him whatsoever...

"Try Mr. Weasley's wand next. I remember you have the same core—unicorn hair?"

"That's right, Professor," Ron said. Almost unconsciously, he and Hermione moved closer.

Felix inquired, "Mr. Weasley, would you be willing to lend your wand to Narvik temporarily for practicing the Disarming Charm?"

Ron seemed to find this interaction cool. With a serious expression, he said, "As you wish, sir." He then handed his wand to Narvik with a certain solemnity.

This time, Narvik successfully cast the Disarming Charm.

"Hmm..." Felix pondered.

"Professor, what does this mean?" Hermione was quite intrigued by this phenomenon. She wanted to add this passage to her notes.

Felix explained, "It means that Mr. Lumbatton's wand isn't outright rejecting him, but it's not well-suited to him either. This could lead to a lot of obstacles. It would be best for him to get a more suitable wand."

Narvik held onto his wand tightly.

"Pr-Professor, I don't want to change my wand."

Felix spoke calmly, "There are other ways to commemorate..."

He glanced at Narvik and continued, "Wait a moment." He pulled out a piece of parchment and quickly wrote a fluid script. Hermione recognized the upside-down writing at the top as 'Mrs. Lumbatton.'

Soon, Felix finished writing a short note and handed it to Narvik. "Send this to your grandmother. Let her decide."

As Narvik left the classroom, his expression was deeply conflicted.

Hermione remembered his forgetfulness and suggested, "Why don't we send the letter now and come back to eat later?"

"I, I..." Narvik bit his lip.

Harry understood his stance quite well. The wand was likely a relic left by his parents, and he was using it to remember them in his own way. But Harry also agreed with Professor Harp's advice. There's more than one way to commemorate, and there's no need to force yourself to use an unsuitable wand.

He pulled Narvik aside for a quiet conversation.

With a puzzled expression, Hermione asked Ron, "What's going on with them?"

Ron shrugged, indicating he didn't know either. He then went on to tell Hermione about the latest antics of the twins.

"Percy's been taking the wrong potion lately, and he's been keeping a close eye on Fred and George..."

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