Hogwarts Begins in 1938

Chapter 18 Requiring Make-up Lessons
After participating in a duel club, Haiwen's mind was full of all kinds of flying spells. After a night of excitement, the next Sunday, he looked at the empty lounge and thought that all the third graders and above had gone. Hogsmeade, no one here is practicing right now.

As soon as this idea came out, he couldn't suppress it anymore. He drew out his wand, pointed at the quill on the table, circled his wrist a little, and solemnly read: "Wingardim Leviosa"

After waiting for a while, nothing happened, he blinked, picked up the quill, looked at it, waved it, put it down again, and tried again, "Wingardim Leviosa"

Still nothing happened.

"Wingardim Leviosa", "Wingardim Leviosa", "Wingardim Leviosa"...

After more than ten times in a row, his head drooped, and his heart was extremely depressed. Sure enough, those novels were all lies. If he could really teach himself magic by following the books, then the wizard was too worthless.

Being hit, he tapped the quill pen one last time in desperation. Just after he pronounced a few syllables of "Yujiadi", an orange flame rose from his right hand with the sound of Peng.

"Ah!~"

The pain from the burning flames made him scream louder. Holding up his flaming right hand, he jumped up and looked for something that could extinguish the fire.Seeing the water glass on the table, I inserted it without thinking.

"Fuck, it's empty!"

With a howl of despair, Haiwen pulled out his hand, ready to find another way, maybe blowing with his mouth, or patting and patting?Isn't that how it's done in movies?

But when he pulled out his hand and wanted to try it, he saw that the flame had been extinguished, and now he could only see the surface of the mature palm, which was completely scorched black.

Although the fire was extinguished, there was still a lot of pain. Haiwen pinched his wrist, wanting to chop it off directly, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

"Haven, what's the matter?" Elena probably heard his screams, and hurried over.

When he saw Elena, he pursed his mouth, raised his right hand as a gesture, sniffed his nose and blinked his eyes, sucking back the tears that were about to shed just now.

"Ah! What happened, I have to go to the infirmary!"

Seeing that his right hand was seriously injured, Elena helped him to find Madam Pomfrey in the school infirmary before asking the reason.

On the hospital bed in the school infirmary, Haiwen lay on it, straightening his right hand, so that Madam Pomfrey could take the medicine.

"You little guys, can you save me from worrying? I have to deal with all kinds of injuries caused by your mess every year. According to me, your wands should be taken away in the first grade, so as to save you from any danger. It's about time I'll take my own life."

Madam Pomfrey smeared a light green ointment that looked like snot on Hewen's right hand, and scolded unhappily.

Seeing that there was nothing serious about him, Eileen felt relieved at this moment, and chuckled beside him.

Hai Wen, who was rubbing the back of his head with an embarrassed and flattering smile, turned his head and glared at Elena when he heard Elena's chuckle.

"do not move!"

Madam Pomfrey reprimanded her, exerted a little force on the hands covered with the ointment, and Haiwen gasped, but lay down obediently, not daring to move any more, and turned a blind eye to Elena. .

"Okay, it's just that there are some burns on the surface. I've bandaged it up for you, and it can be removed after tonight."

"Thank you." Haiwen looked at his right hand wrapped in a ball, felt the burning sensation faded from his hand, and there was still a trace of coolness, and expressed his sincere thanks.

"You're welcome, as long as you have any fantastic ideas in the future, think about today before doing it, and don't make trouble for me again."

After speaking, Madam Pomfrey left.

"Haven, don't try magic spells privately in the future. It's very dangerous to say wrong spells. Let's practice after the professor teaches us." Elena said softly, her lake blue eyes were full of seriousness, and she also revealed The slightest concern.

Haiwen looked into Elena's eyes, he couldn't say no, and what happened this time also taught him a lesson, don't mess around in unfamiliar fields, or he might die.

However, such a school year can only learn so many spells, isn't it a person who is anxious to death, Haiwen thought a little greedily after nodding in agreement.

He thought that it would be great if a professor could give him a little advice. Hogwarts' British happy education is really not suitable for him, a product of Chinese education.There are weekends every week, only a dozen classes a week, more than half of the time during the day is in a state of doing nothing, and there is no late self-study at night, only on Tuesday night to watch the stars (astronomy), this is a waste of life!

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that there was another Dippet brand wishing machine that was useless. Could it be used at this time?

At the beginning, the principal had promised, as long as the request was not excessive, then it shouldn't be too much for him to hope that a professor would give him a small stove, and it shouldn't be too much, and two days a week would be enough.Well, it would be best to be Lao Deng, although Professor Melles seemed to be quite powerful before, but since there is the strongest one, why look for someone who looks very powerful.

This idea turned around in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible. He decided to discuss it with Lao Deng when he took the transformation class next time.

Haiwen's right hand recovered the next day, and he lived peacefully for the next few days. He didn't make any dangerous attempts these days, mainly because he and Elena almost went in together, and as long as he took it As soon as he picked up the wand, Elena would stare at her, which made him very wary.

Finally made it to the Transfiguration class. After class, he stopped Dumbledore who was about to leave, raised his head and asked, "Professor, remember what Principal Dippet said, can I make a request?"

Dumbledore stopped, blinked, and said with a smile: "Yes, that's right, then Haven, have you decided now? This opportunity is hard-won, I think you should think about it, but if you really It’s decided, and I can also pass it on to the principal for you.”

"I've decided. I hope you, Professor, can spare a little time every week to teach me how to cast spells." Haven stared at Dumbledore for a moment, said earnestly, and then added, "Spells for battle."

"Huh?" Dumbledore let out a small sigh, and didn't agree or disagree, but asked with a smile: "I remember Defense Against the Dark Arts is a course taught by Professor Mellors, why did you come to me?"

Haiwen had already prepared for this question. Of course, he would not say that you are the strongest. Even if this kind of flattery is true, it is too blatant and does not conform to his reserved temperament.

I saw him looking up, showing an embarrassed smile and whispering.

"I saw the professor cast a restoration spell on the train before, and I think the professor's strength is better than that of Professor Melles, hehe."

Dumbledore smiled and touched Haven's head, "Smart little guy, but the strength of a wizard cannot be seen with just one or two spells, well, I will raise your request with Principal Dippet. "

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore turned and left, and Haven called out to him: "Professor, you haven't said whether you agree or not!"

(End of this chapter)