Chapter 33: Chapter 31: The Art of Barriers (1)
The final class of Saturday arrived: Defensive Magic & Barriers.
The students filed into the classroom, their voices gradually dying as they took their seats. This subject was no ordinary class, it demanded a combination of strategy, precision, and defensive mastery.
The art of creating magical shields, barriers, and protective spells was more than just a defense, it was the foundation of survival, the first line of offense against attacks.
To truly master this discipline was to shape the very fabric of reality itself, crafting walls of magic that could protect against almost anything.
Barrier magic also required a delicate balance of magical flow, angles, energy channels, and constant adaptation to shifting magical forces.
The door swung open with a force that made every student straighten in their seat.
A man, seemingly in his late forties, strode in, tall, and unyielding.
His dark robes were subtly reinforced with layers of enchantments, and his sharp gaze scanned the room, piercing through each student like a hawk eyeing prey.
The students immediately recognized him as their professor. But while his reputation preceded him, there was something else about him that made the air feel unusually tense. Professor Verkor, a grandmaster of barrier magic, had a reputation that was nearly legendary. His reputation was built on perfectionism, precision, and an obsession with creating magical walls and defenses so flawless that even the most dangerous spells would shatter before them.
Verkor had no tolerance for mistakes. His classes were infamous for challenging even the brightest students, and leaving many of them in their wake. He was not one to waste time with pleasantries.
He stood at the front of the class, arms crossed, his eyes narrowing as he studied his students with a cold, calculating gaze, as if evaluating their potential .
"This," he began, his voice deep and unwavering, "is the most important branch of magic. More crucial than any spell or potion. Barriers are the safeguard of life itself. We, as wizards, live at the mercy of forces far beyond our control. But a barrier… a barrier is the one thing that separates us from the abyss."
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing, his voice becoming even more impassioned. "This discipline, this art, is not simply about creating shields. It is about bending reality itself, shaping magic in ways that no other discipline can. Barriers are versatile, they can combine with any other form of magic. The possibilities are… infinite," he said, pacing slowly across the room, his voice almost reverent, as if he were speaking about an ancient lover.
"But," he continued, his gaze hardening, "barriers are also a discipline of precision. They demand rapid calculation, deep knowledge, and, most importantly, improvisation. You must think faster than the curses aimed at you. Your barriers must be extensions of your mind. They must act before you think."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "Today, we begin. The first exercise will be simple. You will create a basic magical barrier. Not too difficult for any of you. And if you fail…" He let the threat linger in the air, "you will try again. Until you succeed."
A tense silence filled the room as the students braced themselves for what was to come.
"Now, concentrate. A basic force barrier. Your task is to create a shield strong enough to hold for fifteen seconds. Ready?".
Verkor raised his wand, and a flicker of energy sparked from the tip. The students followed suit, each attempting to summon their own barriers. The first attempts were shaky at best, some barriers flickering out almost immediately, while others wavered under pressure. But within moments, about thirty students managed to hold their barriers for the full duration, though their arms were trembling by the end.
"Good," Verkor said flatly, his tone hardly changing. "But this is only the beginning. Now, we raise the bar."
The next challenge was more complicated, a force barrier that not only had to remain stable, but also shift slightly, as if capable of deflecting spells from multiple directions. The students' concentration grew, and while some attempted the task, only ten students managed to adapt and successfully complete the exercise.
"Now you are beginning to grasp the complexity," Verkor said, his eyes gleaming with a rare hint of approval. "But it is not enough. You must reflect. Try again and ponder it more."
The next test was even more difficult: an adaptive barrier with slight movement, requiring the caster to adjust on the fly. Only three students succeeded: Nero, Lilith, and another Slytherin student, who barely managed to keep her shield intact.
Nero's focus never wavered. His movements were instinctive, as if the barrier was an extension of himself.
Unlike many of the others, who struggled with concentration, Nero found a strange joy in the challenge.
The subtle intricacies of the barrier's magic made him giddy, this was where he truly felt at home.
Verkor's voice took on a cold edge as he raised the stakes further. "Now, the real test. A two-faced barrier, joined at ninety degrees, that can bend and adapt while maintaining its integrity."
Silence fell. Only Nero succeeded, his barrier holding firm in perfect balance. The room went quiet in awe. Verkor's expression remained unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of surprise.
"Well done" he said, his tone just short of grudging approval. "You are the first student in my experience to achieve this in your first class. You must be Nero Ravenclaw."
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Your talent for barriers is unlike anything I've seen. An EX-level talent. You will be tested further, of course, but it is clear that this discipline is your natural domain."
Nero processed the words but gave no outward reaction. He wasn't here for praise, he was here to push further.
Around him, the other students had momentarily set aside their own training. Their eyes were locked on the unfolding scene. Some whispered among themselves, others simply watched, tension hanging in the air.
Verkor, unfazed, took a step back. His expression was unreadable, but there was a sharpness to his gaze now, a predator recognizing another of its kind. "Next challenge Mr Ravenclaw" the instructor announced, as if their exchange had never happened.
What followed was a relentless series of tests, each more intricate than the last.
Verkor gave instructions with clipped efficiency, barely allowing time for rest.
The barriers had to shift, bend, absorb, counteract.
One moment, Nero was forced to react in an instant, the next, he had to maintain precise control over layers of magic, each with a distinct purpose.
The difficulty escalated. Some barriers demanded unwavering focus, others required fluid adaptation, responding dynamically to external forces. Each time Verkor introduced a new complication, Nero adjusted, pushing the boundaries of what seemed possible.
Nero adapted with unsettling ease. The more complex the barriers became, the more natural they felt to him. It wasn't just talent, it was instinct.
By the tenth challenge, the classroom had grown eerily quiet. The other students had long stopped murmuring, their failed exercises forgotten as they watched a spectacle none of them had expected.
Verkor exhaled slowly, watching the near-flawless execution before him.
Verkor muttered under his breath, too quietly for most to hear: "What an absolute monster."
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