Chapter 35 – First Day at the School of Magic(5)

The paragraph in the magic book "The wand must be held in the right hand, rotate it in spiral motion, restraining the trajectory and the word Fortioris is pronounced, when you want to get someone's wand ...", it was represented to Elizabeth by a small image with a girl holding wand in right hand, rotating it in inward spirals. She heard the word Fortioris and then an image popped up with Alexander as he was smashed over face with this magic as his wand dropped off his hand.
The girl and the other three laughed loud, making Professor Knudlac smile.
One of the guys, Fillip Whitehouse, managed to do the magic right. All four were merry and happy they could understand so clearly the words in the book. Professor Knudlac's magic helped them "read" so easily, in such a pleasant way.
'Have you seen how interesting and enjoyable it is to ... know? That is why we must try to learn as best as we can. To use in life everything we get through education ..."
He got up from his desk with a smile and got close to Elizabeth.
'Get up and show us how you're doing."
The girl obeyed and stood up. She did it in a timid manner, like a child who was punished rather than one who had the chance to confront Mr. Knudlac.
Alexander certainly wanted to be elected, so he had the honour of fighting with the great Knudlac, to show the professor how much he knows about magic, especially about disarming and attacking an opponent.
'I want you to use what you learned with me. Use magic against me."
The girl looked at the professor, then in the classroom.
'But ..."
'Keep calm. This magic is not very dangerous. The strongest Fortioris magic can be likened to a palm strike. Or with a fist, if the attacker is very good. And this ... over time, after much exercise. It is more training magic to familiarize yourself with the use of the magic wand. So please, hit me ..."
The girl stood up, feeling her feet walk against her, almost falling as if controlled by someone else. However, she got ready for the confrontation adjusting position just as seen in the pictures.
'However, please never use it to hit someone's face. Because ... a slap in the face can hurt," the professor smiled again. 'Even me."
Elizabeth picked up a wand from the desk, at the professor's suggestion, rotated her hand 3 times and said Fortioris.
There are a few sparks after which ... nothing happened.
Again some boys laughed.
'Alexander, please come in front of the class," asked Professor Knudlac.
The boy got to the professor, proudly. He looked at the kids he left behind, as if he told them he was not chosen at random - the boy who would become, in his opinion, the best student of the school of magic.
Arrogantly, he took out of a leather sheath, a wand so beautifully carved that it seemed to be a jewel, a very important family heirloom, and then he got close to the professor.
'Please explain to us what Elizabeth did wrong."
Alexander took an elegant position as a swordsman and began to speak:
'The spins she had to do with the wand had to be inward and stop at one point."
The boy performed the necessary movements like a skilled swordsman, with the elegance of a dancer, and then he said:
'Fortioris ..."
At that moment, a magic flame was seen from his wand, which stopped exactly in Knudlac's wand.
'Good shot," exclaimed the professor.
Prince Soimesti thanked the professor with a smile and slightly bowed his head in appreciation. He was proud he had a chance to show what he could, but he was also very ... polite. Or at least this is what he tried to show and he succeeded this time.
'Elizabeth, your turn now," the professor asked again.
The girl made the same movements calling out:
'Fortioris!"
A flame similar to Alexander's also came out of her wand, and a light breeze moved Professor Knudlac's cape.
The children, including Alexander of course, laughed at the girl's performance.
Elizabeth laughed too. But with joy. She was happy to see she had magic powers. She was happy as any of us would be if we could do a magic trick, even small, spinning a stick and saying a single word. Perhaps she was even prouder than Alexander of what she achieved, except that unlike him, she did not show pride or arrogance.
'The magic is in us. In us all ... But to become a powerful wizard, you need..."