Meanwhile, Alex had naturally achieved his level 5 powers after being struck by lightning.
Besides the first three recognized magics, trinity incantation has recently been promoted to level 5 over the past few years.
Alex still doesn't fully understand how trinity incantation achieved this status. It seemed to rise naturally on its own.
He guessed it might be because trinity incantation is a form of magic that strengthens the body.
After all, his own body has been altered by exposure to wild mines, plus he's well-nourished from the plentiful fish and meat he regularly eats.
He even used this technique during his travels in America.
The intense physical exertion must come from absorbing a lot of vitality.
But if you asked Alex to explain exactly how a spell advances to level 5, he honestly couldn't.
"Did you discover it by accident? Like a sudden inspiration?" Flitwick asked.
Having taught for many years, he seemed to pick up on some clues from Alex's vague descriptions.
It sounded like Alex stumbled upon this level naturally, without fully understanding it himself.
Meanwhile, as Alex was discussing spell levels with several professors, a group of young wizards levitating in midair were still panicking.
Imagine, there were hundreds of them, and with just a wave of a professor's hand, they all floated up.
As they hovered, they turned their heads and found themselves surrounded by others striking all sorts of awkward, floating poses.
"This is so much fun! I want to practice the Levitation Charm to level 5 too!" George exclaimed, clearly enjoying the moment.
When his own attempts failed, he and Fred started pushing each other around midair just to move.
"Didn't you hear what the professor said? It's not easy to get the Levitation Charm to level 5. Why don't we aim for level 4 first, then just float each other around? Wouldn't that be just as good?" Fred joked.
"That's actually a great idea!" George agreed with a big smile, clearly excited by the suggestion.
While the two brothers chatted and laughed, Ron grabbed Harry's arm, his face pale.
"Merlin's beard, this is way too high! When will the professor let us down?"
"Don't worry," Harry reassured him. "This is the professor's spell, he won't let anything bad happen to us."
"Did you see how well the Slytherin students did?" Harry asked, surprised to hear Ron admit he was afraid of heights.
Ron's fear caught him off guard, but he quickly reassured him, saying that he personally wasn't scared of being up in the air. In fact, he enjoyed the feeling of freedom it gave him.
After chatting with several professors for a while, Alex suddenly realized he was still holding hundreds of wizards in the air.
He quickly cast a levitation spell to gently bring everyone back down.
Once everyone was safely seated, Alex got back to the lesson.
"Level 5 spells are still too advanced for you. Students below fifth year should focus on mastering more spells at lower levels. Let's concentrate on"
"Level 3 spells for now, and senior students can try upgrading one or two spells to level 4," he continued.
"Also, remember to keep your Wilson's arcane alchemica amulet with you at all times."
"Your honor points, grades, and any rule violations will update in real time through the system."
"Changes in your attributes and levels depend mostly on physical exams, which I'll schedule every six months to keep everyone's progress up to date."
"And if I notice any changes in your attributes during lessons or daily life, I'll follow up with you."
"For those eager to track their progress more closely, you can opt for a test every two months to update your stats and levels."
"Think about whether you want to take advantage of that."
Alex's plan was thoughtful and thorough, covering every possible concern to help the students improve steadily.
After returning to the dormitory, Seamus Finnigan, who shared a room with Harry, was bouncing excitedly on his bed.
"Professor Wilson's lesson today was amazing! I wonder when we'll be able to do magic like him!" he exclaimed.
Ron, though impressed by Alex's spells, looked a bit downcast as he glanced at his own screen showing just a single star for intelligence.
"But the professor said to improve spells, you have to increase your intelligence. How can I level up with only one star?"
Neville chimed in, scratching his head awkwardly.
"I'm even worse, only half a star."
Then he looked at Harry and added, "Harry's got it better. His starting intelligence is two stars and a half, so he'll probably learn spells faster than the rest of us."
Ron rolled over on his bed and looked at Harry.
"Yeah, how come your intelligence is so high? Even George and Fred only have two stars."
Harry shrugged, still a bit puzzled.
"I don't really know. But my other stats are pretty low, and my lumen isn't even over 90. How come you all have nearly a hundred already?"
Ron pointed at his screen.
"Remember what the professor said? Magic power is tied to physical health. We've been eating snacks since we were kids, but Neville often had dinners at Uncle Wilson's. I heard magical creature meat is way more nutritious than regular food."
Neville nodded.
"Yeah, Uncle Wilson often brought meat over to the Weasleys too. I guess we ate a lot, but with so many family members…"
Ron shrugged.
"At least we get good meals during holidays. Now you mention it, I'm craving dragon meat sausage again."
The conversation drifted to food, and Harry couldn't help but feel a little envious.
He'd lived with his aunt most of his life and usually only had enough to get by.
Seeing the time, he said, "Enough talking. Let's get some sleep, we have classes tomorrow."
Neville's days had become quite structured under the watchful eyes of his grandmother and Alex.
Mornings started with Charms class, followed by tactical training in the afternoon, and early morning exercises to top it all off.
At that moment, Neville was caught in that groggy state between sleep and wakefulness.
"Ugh, can you stop talking about that damn morning exercise? I almost forgot about it," Ron groaned, turning over and burying his head under a pillow.
Harry mumbled, "Tactical training… I wonder what the professor will teach us in the first class," before slowly closing his eyes again.
The next morning, the school corridors were filled with students rushing about, trying not to be late for morning exercises.
Luckily, the clock was set half an hour slower than the previous night, giving everyone a bit of relief, but no one dared to be late.
When they all gathered in the courtyard and lined up as they had been told, they noticed someone different standing at the top of the steps.
It wasn't Alex this time, it was Fang.
Dressed in training gear similar to everyone else and with a whistle hanging around his neck, Fang looked down at the crowd with a smug expression.
"Come on, everyone! Do you want to have breakfast or not? Get in line!" Fang barked as he paced back and forth on the steps.
George, glaring up at him, shouted, "Why are you here? Where's Professor Wilson?
Didn't he agree to lead our morning exercises?"
The others exchanged confused looks.
Unlike Alex, Fang was a familiar figure to them; after all, many had bought a blind box or two from him over the summer, so they weren't as nervous as they had been the day before.
Fang smirked and said, "Since you're asking so nicely, I'll tell you. I'm your new morning exercise instructor from now on.
So, be careful, I'm not as forgiving as Professor Wilson. You don't want to mess with me!"
Flitwick just pursed his lips, clearly unimpressed.
"Wait, you're our morning exercise instructor now? Why does it feel like our trainer is a dog?" he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
The two brothers were annoyed when they saw Fang, but they knew they'd have to endure morning exercises under his watchful eyes from now on.
Who could stand that?
"How dare you insult the instructor! Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor!" Fang growled, stretching out his dog's paw and pointing it at Fred with a wicked grin.