Chapter 215: Sprout: Don't You Dare Touch That Willow
The previous night's events rippled outward, though not in the direction Regulus had expected.
He'd underestimated how badly young wizards wanted a shortcut.
Especially those from families with adult wizards in the house. Half-bloods, mostly, or pure-blood families only a few generations deep. They had enough exposure to the magical world to know a little, but not enough to know better.
They knew Protego was difficult. They knew plenty of grown wizards in their own families couldn't cast it properly.
So what Regulus had done last night lit something in them. A hunger. As if they'd stumbled onto a secret no one had told them about.
So that's how you learn Protego?
You can learn it like that?
Someone can just point a wand and make a first-year produce a full shield?
My dad can't cast Protego because nobody ever helped him?