days at Hogwarts

The drizzle is about to stop, but the summer solstice has not yet arrived.

Loren and Hermione sat by the window in the second row of the classroom, with Harry and Ron behind them. It was already the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the afternoon.

The good news brought by the owl postmen spread throughout the school in just a few minutes. Almost all students knew that Voldemort was seriously injured and dormant. They were excited and happy beyond words. With such a mood, the teaching effect was surprisingly good on the first day after the holiday.

Every word the professor said was responded to, every question had students raising their hands enthusiastically, and no one fell asleep even in the most boring History of Magic class.

In mid-April, as the school year drew to a close, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class entered its final chapter - general spells to deal with dark magic creatures.

The title of this chapter seems to be about studying spells, but Professor Bagshot does not focus his teaching on superficial spell learning and skill practice. Instead, he guides students to think and establish a comprehensive, comprehensive and systematic way of thinking. He first classifies black magic creatures by analyzing their characteristics, and then matches them with the spells involved in this chapter, guiding students to think about coping methods in a targeted manner.

If the content in textbooks is a lot of techniques, what Professor Bagshot talks about is a way of thinking.

For example, the most typical ghost-like dark magic creature is the Dementor. This kind of creature has no tangible entity. It influences humans through magic and sucks out emotions and souls through its unique mouthparts. Therefore, conventional physical means and most magic can hardly resist the Dementors, let alone drive them away.

For a long time, both textbooks and traditional concepts passed down by wizards have believed that only the Patronus Charm can have an effect on Dementors, and the effect is significant.

This raises another question: in the era before the Patronus Charm was invented, how should wizards deal with dark magic creatures such as Dementors?

This leads to more questions. If a wizard has not learned the Patronus Charm specifically, what else can he do to increase his chances of survival when attacked by Dementors in the wild, besides giving up resistance?

This way of thinking about matching spells with characteristics is designed to answer the above questions.

"Based on the characteristics of Dementors, they are not tangible entities, so we should first rule out spells that attack and defend from a physical level. When Dementors approach, the temperature will drop, so we can consider fire spells. Even if we cannot drive away the Dementors, they can still reduce the impact of the cold on the body. When Dementors gather in groups, fog will form, so we can consider strong light spells..."

Grindelwald stood on the podium, his calm voice exuding a confidence that deeply convinced the students.

The textbooks lay quietly on the table. The students were already accustomed to Professor Bagshot's teaching style. Most of the time, the textbooks were just decorations in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The content the professor taught was more profound and broader than what was in the books.

Occasionally, Professor Bagshot's lecture content would conflict with the textbook material. At this time, Professor Bagshot would stop and open the textbook, and explain to the students line by line, reasoning and argumentation, why there was a disagreement. In the end, it might not be possible to tell right from wrong, but it was simply because the views in the textbook were limited.

The rustling sound of the quill tip scratching across the parchment was particularly clear. Grindelwald waited quietly for them to take notes before continuing, "We just analyzed the Dementors. Who can try to analyze the Inferi?"

There were a few more hands raised high in the classroom.

The students are in high spirits today.

The sudden silence brought Harry back to his senses from his trance. He glanced at the backs of the two people at the table in front of him, feeling the high level of interest. He sighed, and his eyes became dull and unfocused again.

The excitement was theirs, he had nothing.

Grindelwald, sitting at the podium, glanced at Miss Know-It-All and her deskmate. Although he tried his best to ignore it, the boy was holding an overly long wand in his hand and looked impatient.

"..."

Grindelwald's eye twitched slightly, and for the sake of the Elder Wand, he said, "Loren Morgan."

"Okay, professor!" Loren said in a brisk voice with a serious look on his face. He only glanced at the professor out of the corner of his eye. "Inferi are corpse puppets awakened by dark wizards using black magic. They have no life and no consciousness. Conventional spells such as Stunning Spells and Repulsive Spells will not work on them. We should find a way to completely disable them from moving. Considering that Inferi often appear in groups, it is best to use spells with a wide coverage area that can attack multiple targets at the same time. In addition, Inferi like dark and humid environments. We can conclude that if there is any way to deal with Inferi, powerful fire spells are the best solution."

The students in the class are already preparing to take notes.

Grindelwald knew that this answer was quite comprehensive, with clear rules and smooth logic, but the man was also using gestures while explaining. Gestures would have been fine, the main thing was that he always held the ancient wand in his hand.

It seems intentional no matter how you look at it.

Grindelwald glanced at him calmly. "If you were still a fourth or fifth year student, this answer would be barely acceptable. But now that the sixth year is almost over, your analysis is still limited to the surface, and your response measures are very general. I really don't know how you will take the Ultimate Wizarding Level Exam next year."

"..."

Loren silently expressed his dissatisfaction in his heart.

The students' pens stopped on the paper, and some of them did not dare to look the professor in the eye. If this answer was just barely qualified, their answer would probably be judged as a troll.

"You clearly know that the Inferi are corpses awakened by dark wizards, so why do you limit your attention to puppets that are manipulated?"

Grindelwald glanced around the classroom and said, "I hope you will remember that when you encounter this kind of danger in the wild, you should first consider attacking the source, that is, the Dark wizards. If that doesn't work, then consider dealing with the Inferi head-on.

"In addition, you need to have a clear understanding of your own strength. There are only a very small number of wizards who possess powerful magic and superb skills. Most people cannot control a powerful ranged fire spell, let alone use fire to deal with hordes of Inferi."

Loren was stunned for a moment, his fevered head slowly calmed down, and the excitement that had lasted for the whole day began to subside.

When did this complacent mood begin?

After defeating Voldemort, or after obtaining the Elder Wand?

He couldn't remember clearly that night he felt that the Elder Wand was inferior to his applewood wand...

Loren secretly felt fortunate that he had such a legendary wizard who once held the Elder Wand as his professor.

Grindelwald saw him put away the Elder Wand and replace it with the original applewood. "Anyone want to try to analyze the Howling Banshee?"

"..."

This time, fewer people raised their hands, so Grindelwald called an old acquaintance, "Miss Granger."

"The Banshee, also known as the female ghost of mourning, is a dark magic creature from Ireland and Scotland. It usually looks like a woman wearing a cloak with a face shaped like a skull. She cherishes her long hair very much. Her skin is grayish white and glows green at night. The banshee's cry is similar to that of an adult mandrake. It can cause a person to become comatose at the least and be fatal at the worst. If we encounter a Banshee at night, we can ensure our own safety by blocking our hearing..."

"It's a bit rigid, but detailed enough. Five points for Gryffindor. I'll add a few points here..."

The students in the classroom picked up their pens and began to take notes. Several smart students were confused. The professor clearly made more comments on Hermione, so why did he get extra points?

While waiting for the students to stop writing, Grindelwald glanced at the clock on the wall. There was still half an hour left before the end of the get out of class:

"That's all for the theory part. Now let's start group practice of silent spells."

"Good professor."

There was no need for the professor to wave his wand anymore. The students packed up their books and moved their desks to the wall to create a space for practice. The classroom began to glow with the light of magic spells.

There are dozens of students in the advanced class, and their progress in mastering silent spells varies. The students with fast progress can already cast silent spells skillfully and swiftly, while the students with slow progress take half a minute to emit a few malnourished rays of light. Grindelwald usually pays special attention to the students with slow progress and provides targeted guidance from the sidelines.

However, this class made an exception, and the group that achieved first place in the class was very rare.

Loren and Hermione saw from the corner of their eyes that the professor was approaching. His hands did not stop casting spells, and he kept silently releasing the same spell at the same frequency. There was no prior discussion. This was a tacit understanding between the two.

Beams of light collided with each other, and they bloomed like fireworks. Grindelwald stood beside Loren and silently watched the others cast more than a dozen spells. He said, "When you are used to the power of the old wand, there is often a subtle gap when you pick up a normal wand. The fact that you can quickly adjust to cast these spells stably proves that you have full control over your magic power and your basic skills are also solid."

Loren secretly glanced at his expression and asked, "Has the professor ever had a similar experience?"

"You're more stable than me."

Grindelwald glanced at him, "I was as young as you. After I got the Elder Wand, I thought the whole world belonged to me."

"..."

Loren and Hermione remembered the old wizard's past and the glorious achievements of the Wizarding Party, and wisely remained silent.

"Here are some training methods. They are my summary of experience. They can help you control the wand faster, instead of being driven by the wand and being overwhelmed by its powerful force."

Loren listened quietly.

When a few people were talking in a low voice, there was a sudden cry of surprise not far away.

"Harry! Harry! Are you okay? How are you? I didn't mean to do that. I never thought you would be hit in the head with a Repulsive Curse!"

Ron's drake voice was particularly loud during his voice change period. He was half-crouching beside the unconscious Harry, shaking his head constantly.

Grindelwald knew what was going on when he heard the wailing. He quickly walked over and pushed Ron away, who was in the way. He tilted Harry's head to check it out and said, "It's just a broken skull. Nothing serious. Someone, take him to the school infirmary."

Ron followed the professor out, crying, "I didn't mean to do that, Professor. I really didn't expect him to be hit by me."

"I know, he was distracted. I noticed it during class. He was not paying attention the whole time. And with your duel skills, you definitely can't beat him..."

Ron paused, and his subsequent crying became even more tragic.

"..."

Behind the crowd, Loren and Hermione looked at each other, blinked, and followed while talking.

"What's wrong Harry? Why has he been acting weird since this morning?"

"Maybe he's missing his mom."

"That's good."

"Ok?"

"Ginny suspected that he was having an affair with Romilda Vane, and she asked me to help observe."

"When did this happen?"

"Lunch time."

……

"Madam Pomfrey, how is he?"

"Don't worry, it's just a fractured skull."

"is it serious?"

"It's not serious. I can fix it in no time. Just lie here for a night to make sure it doesn't affect your brain."

"So when will Harry wake up?"

"Hmm... Look, he's awake!"

Harry opened his eyes and saw a golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The light was a little scattered and the aperture was hazy. He wanted to see it more clearly, but his head still hurt and he felt dizzy, so he couldn't see clearly.

Before he could squint and take a closer look, a cold hand had already opened his eyes. Madam Pomfrey's slightly blurry face came closer, and she waved her other hand in front of his eyes while observing his pupils' reaction: "Harry, can you hear me? What time is this?"

"..."

The tide-like sound faded away, and Harry's pupils gradually focused. He slowly saw the people surrounding the bed. The one who was preparing the medicine was Madam Pomfrey, and behind her was Ron. The one who was rummaging through the snack box at the end of the bed was Loren, and Hermione was standing next to him.

More importantly, there was a beautiful red-haired girl sitting at the left head of the bed, with worry filling her slightly furrowed brows.

"what happened?"

Harry didn't dare to look at Ginny, and slowly sat up. He felt his head was unusually heavy, and raised his hand to touch a large circle of hard bandage.

Ron scratched his head, grinned, and made no answer.

Loren tore open the chocolate frog's packaging and whispered, "There was a little accident during the class practice. Do you remember it?"

Harry felt a dull pain in his head, and many images flashed through his mind. The last memory he had was a faint green light. He immediately opened his eyes wide and looked at the murderer. He was about to say something, but Madam Pomfrey pushed him back onto the pillow and poured him a cup of strange-tasting medicine.

"Behave yourself, kid. Don't overexert yourself for the next while." Pomfrey packed up the tray and stood up. Before leaving, he reminded the others, "Pay attention to visiting hours. The patient needs quiet and rest."

Loren and Hermione exchanged a few glances in silence, quickly reached an agreement, and turned to leave without saying goodbye. Loren also reached out and grabbed Ron's collar and dragged him away.

The noisy ward immediately became quiet. Harry avoided the girl's gaze and waited quietly for the girl's questioning. He was mentally prepared.

After waiting for a long time, there was no sound. When he turned his head, he saw the girl taking a pillow from the bed next to him. She held his shoulders and placed the pillow behind him to lean on so that he could feel more relaxed. Her movements were smooth and natural.

Then she picked up the kettle, poured a glass of water and handed it to him, looking straight at him with her beautiful and lively eyes:

"Would you like something to eat?"

Harry's nose felt sore and he nodded heavily: "Yeah!"