Chapter 277 Freshman’s First Lesson (Part 1)

When Harry returned to the lounge, he was dazed.

There were too many things that happened today and they were too confusing, and he couldn't understand them all at once.

The same goes for the two friends who were with him. Until they went back, they still didn't understand what happened today.

For example, why instead of being angry after being awakened by the spell, Hagrid was nervous about his house.

For another example, the four professors apologized to Hagrid, but Hagrid not only didn't care, but looked at Harry with concern.

Also, why do everyone look so happy after hearing Hagrid’s lessons?

There were too many things that he couldn't understand, and Harry simply couldn't accept them for a while.

"But no matter what, the new professor's spell is really strong. Even Professor McGonagall called him out when he did it."

After Ron was worried about Hagrid, he began to fantasize about self-defense courses again. The new professor looked very strong, which really made people look forward to it.

"He is already very strong, Ron. Don't forget, yesterday he and Professor William dealt with the out-of-control dementors."

"I just hope he doesn't like writing papers as much as Professor William..." Ron shook his head, "Fred and George almost collapsed at noon today!"

"But there's nothing I can do about it, this is the year of the OWLs after all." He explained to himself, but Harry rarely answered.

"Harry?"

Ron asked in a low voice, but found that Harry's brows were already frowning - he subconsciously followed Harry's gaze and found Colin Creevey.

It was a boy one year below them, a crazy fan of Harry.

To be precise, Ron had heard that Harry complain about that boy many times. That Colin would secretly take pictures of Harry with a camera from time to time. He only stopped a little bit last year when the basilisk was at its most rampant.

But the semester has just begun—has this kid started again?

"Harry, do you want to tell the prefects?"

Ron suggested in a low voice that it was too much to follow him and secretly take photos on the first day of the semester.

Harry hesitated for a moment and began to consider the suggestion.

However, before he could make a decision, the kid named Colin had already ran over.

"Sorry..." He looked embarrassed and handed a newspaper to Harry, "I thought you would like to read this."

He thrust the newspaper into Harry's hand and scurried away.

"He's much more polite than last year, Harry."

Harry was convinced, and then picked up the newspaper and read it - it was great news to him that Colin didn't have a camera, so he felt that he could accept whatever appeared in the newspaper.

[Harry Potter—Hidden Patronus? 】

The specially enlarged font of the title caught Harry's eyes and made him feel a stomachache.

He didn't even have the courage to read the newspaper, but it was obvious that both of his friends had it, and quite a few.

Caught in the middle, Harry could only endure the pain in his stomach as he read on. He desperately hoped that there would be less coverage of him in the newspaper. It would be better to describe him as an ordinary student, rather than as exaggerated as the title.

To be honest, he would rather accept Snape's venomous tongue than that terrible title...

But nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory.

The Daily Prophet used superb writing and exaggerated descriptions to compare him to a guardian angel who could walk in the flesh, the embodiment of light and love, as if they had seen with their own eyes how the mysterious man disappeared.

"It's scary, man."

Ron looked at Harry, "According to the above description, casting a curse on you will rebound on yourself."

"Nonsense..." Harry retorted unhappily, "Lockhart's spell works easily when he casts it!"

"Perhaps those spells are not evil enough. Think about it, when he was in first grade, Quirrell wasn't..."

Ron was making guesses in a low voice, even a little eager to try.

"Okay, we have to go to the restaurant quickly, or we won't be able to make it in time for dinner."

Harry's abrupt topic changer - we still have over an hour before dinner.

He didn't even bother to take the newspaper, he just stuffed it into Ron's hands, and then quickly got up and headed to the restaurant.

"He's shy," Ron said decisively, "I have to go back and put down my things before looking for him. I don't want to go to the restaurant with my books!"

He muttered and walked towards the dormitory, then put his schoolbag in his place and gave Banban a handful of food.

"how do you feel today?"

Ron teased Scabbers with his fingers, then took out the mouse tonic and gave him a spoonful.

After all this, he shook his head, put it on the table, took out the old newspaper from the nest, and put the new one on it casually - it wasn't Harry's photo on it anyway, so he used it without any pressure.

"Take good care of yourself, Banban!"

Ron carefully patted Spot's nest, then turned and left.

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"The situation is not good..."

At the dining table, Ron looked at the students around him who looked in their direction from time to time, and chatted quietly with Harry.

Although today is the first day of school and many people have no time to read the newspaper, after fermenting throughout the day, the report from the Daily Prophet has spread throughout Hogwarts.

"There should be nothing wrong, Harry. It will be fine after a while, and the newspaper actually didn't say anything."

He comforted Harry, "Didn't the seniors say that the Patronus is a field that dark wizards cannot touch in this life!"

But these words obviously didn't have much effect. Harry was still worried about Hagrid's curse in the afternoon, but he had to worry about himself at night.

"Ominous..."

Harry repeated in a low voice, "Even the dementors want to kill me, let alone Sirius. In the eyes of the dark wizard, I must be killed in some way, right?"

"Why are you worried about this again? Didn't the professor say that tea divination is not very stable?"

"Can…"

Harry was still a little confused, but he didn't know what to say.

"We have to go find Hagrid like the professor said...but I just led the professors to attack him..."

Harry was confused and didn't know what to do.

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"Well, good, that's it."

William looked at himself in the mirror and made sure that the first class would not leave any room for nicknames for the new students due to clothing issues.

A first grader is the most likely to give his professor a nickname, and he definitely doesn't want to take the chance.

The matter of Sirius invading the school and controlling Hagrid with the Imperius Curse was now settled, and he was now shifting his focus to the curriculum itself.

He came to class to teach and educate people and fulfill some of his personal wishes. When he had nothing else to do, he naturally had to focus on teaching as his first goal.

'Speaking of which, I have to apologize to Hagrid in private -' he confirmed again that everything was correct. 'Although Hagrid didn't care about it himself, and the focus was on whether Professor McGonagall saw it, but this matter is indeed true. I'm too focused on Sirius...'

"I went to class and the window was open. If you want to go out and play, you can go out by yourself."

He rubbed his owl that had yet to find a name he liked, and after making sure the owl had enough food and water, he left the office.

‘New semester, freshmen. ’

While walking, William adjusted his entire state, and then pushed open the classroom door.

Walking to the podium with ease, he put the paper bag in his right hand on the table, and with his hands on the podium, William began to look at the freshmen. From the first row to the last row, he didn't miss any one.

Then he smiled and spoke to everyone in a slightly louder voice during class.

"Hello everyone, welcome to my class."

He left the podium with his right hand, and then tapped the paper bag he had just put down with his wand. The paper bag opened instantly, and the thick investigation paper flew out of the bag, and then landed accurately on everyone's desk.

"This simple survey paper is a small way for us to get to know each other," William put away his wand and said to the students in a bewitching tone, "Hurry up and fill it out. If there is enough time, we can learn some interesting magic. !”

This is what the freshmen can't bear the most. Due to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, most people don't have their own wands until they enter school. Now is the time when they are most curious about magic. The students in the audience were still hesitant, but now everyone Everyone began to review the questionnaire as quickly as possible, eager to fill it out immediately and enter the world of magic.

'It's a very simple investigation...'

The freshly baked Gryffindor sitting at the back of the classroom looked at the professor above, then looked at the paper in his hand, and couldn't help curling his lips - the seniors in the past two days used different ways to describe this self-defense The teaching professor is terrible, and the result is the same as the branch school, it is a scam!

‘Those big liars! Especially the Weasley twins! ’

He was thinking to himself, but he was not slow to answer at all. The magic he had just used to hand out the papers was cool enough. He was very curious about what the professor called interesting magic.

'Brand new students, brand new educational concepts, I hope they can keep up with the teaching progress,'

When the students were looking at the papers, William was also looking at them, and his heart was full of excitement, 'I hope they can all keep up, otherwise the fifth grade will have to do cramming education again, which will really delay the foundation of the sixth and seventh grade...'

"If everyone has similar answers, put the paper down on the upper left side, and then take out your wand."

William did not hide his intention to ask them to answer quickly - if the questionnaire was filled out after careful consideration, what would it be called a survey? It would be made up.

Under such temptation, William was pleased to see that everyone was speeding up to complete the work, and even filled in a little panic...

But it doesn't matter - it doesn't seem like just filling in randomly, he has prepared the punishment measures for random filling in advance.

"Good, it looks like it's all done."

William waved his wand to superimpose them on his podium, and then said without looking at it, "The progress of the next class will be adjusted according to the content of the survey paper, but for now, pick up the wand and let's play a very interesting game. .”

He raised his wand towards all the students, "Pay attention to my gestures and changes."

As soon as he finished speaking, William gently stirred his wand, and then the top of the wand lit up.

"Snapped!"

After a snap of his fingers, all the curtains in the classroom fell down, and then became more dense and opaque than before, making William's wand appear even brighter.

"Notice--"

William made a long voice, shook his wrist slightly, and the light spot instantly turned into a butterfly made of light and flew out of his wand, and then another...

One, two,... the wand flashed repeatedly, and butterflies flew out from William's wand, and the speed became faster and faster. In the end, William shook the wand gently, and dozens of butterflies fell from his wand. Come out and fly into the air.

Countless light-transforming butterflies were flying in the classroom, falling on each student, and then disappeared into light spots, disappearing completely.

"Snapped."

Another snap of the fingers, and all the butterflies disappeared in an instant.

William waved his wand to dispel the enchantment on the curtains, and then closed them again - wandless spells he had only just figured out the easy part, and it was tiring to use.

But there is no doubt that this move successfully suppressed all the students.

"Did anyone find anything?"

William looked at the students with a kind smile, "What are your thoughts... or experiences about the interesting spell I just released?"

This question is a little out of scope, but what if?

Maybe there will be another Percy or Hermione this year? Even a talented student like Cedric can do it...

"Wandless casting?"

one student asked unconfidently.

"Wrong answer," William smiled, "I always held the wand."

"Silent casting?"

Another student also asked uncertainly - there is no doubt that these two students know the most about magic outside of class. If nothing else, they should have the best grades in the first grade.

"No, the magic just now didn't have a spell."

William smiled and announced the answer to everyone.

"I don't know how many of you still remember the moment you chose your wand, but I can responsibly tell you that there is no essential difference between the magic just now and your first reaction when holding your wand."

William smiled and touched his old friend with the thumb and index finger of his left hand, and then let it spray out beautiful sparks. "In other words, it was not a formal magic at all, it was just an instinctive reaction with a little skill."

He tapped the chalk in the air and let it write on the blackboard, "Believe in magic, understand magic, and rely on magic."

"Most of the so-called self-defense techniques for wizards are nothing more than that."

William smiled at the students, "Of course, if you go to Uganda, you will find that the wizards there are more likely to use their fingers to cast spells."

"But no matter which side you are on, a deep understanding of magic is the key point - almost all magic is more useful than you think, you just haven't discovered it."

"To put it simply, wizard self-defense is about finding the right magic at the right time - most of the time, it's that simple."

Why? ? ?

Why on earth…

Obviously the time spent coding is getting longer and longer every day...

But when the time comes, there are still only those few words? ? ?

I have to delay adding more updates...it’s so stressful_(:з」∠)_