Hogwarts: Start in Azkaban

"What gave you the confidence to improve Af*ck Gus?"

Although he felt that Chu He could not possibly be able to improve Af*ck Gus, McGonagall still asked.

After all, educating a child requires convincing him.

"That's right, if you want to cooperate, you must show sincerity to prove that I am qualified to cooperate with you."

Chu He nodded, and then an ice blade condensed in his palm.

"Standless casting is really cool, but it's not enough."

McGonagall shook his head. A powerful wizard like her could also cast some simple spells without a wand, although it was a lot less powerful than with a wand, but it was still possible.

"No no no, you misunderstood, this is not my sincerity."

Chu He said and drew a wound on the back of his hand.

"what are you doing?!"

McGonagall asked in astonishment, she didn't understand what Chu He was trying to prove to herself.

"The injury is gone."

The wound on the back of Chu He's hand recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"!?"

McGonagall was shocked. Although healing magic could save her life to a certain extent, or treat some special diseases, it was the first time she had heard of the magic spell shown by Chu He that directly accelerates the self-healing of wounds.

Although some anti-curses can cause some injuries caused by magic, Chu He just physically cut the back of his hand with an ice blade, which greatly increased the value of this magic spell.

This means that no matter how serious the injury, as long as you learn this spell, the wizard can quickly stop the bleeding...and may even be used in the war with Muggles.

"This is the branching spell I created by improving the repairing spell."

Chu He explained with a smile.

"How is that possible! Healing spells can only be used on inanimate objects! It is completely forbidden to use them on animate objects. Trying to use healing spells to heal wounds on humans or animals will cause severe scars!"

Professor McGonagall loudly said in shock that it is in a sense more difficult to improve a spell than to create one, because being able to improve a spell means that the person is better than creating the spell. The people of this mantra have a deeper understanding of this mantra!

"Yeah, so I said it was improved, I think, now I am qualified to cooperate with you to try the improvement of Af*ck Gus?"

Chu He asked with a smile.

"... Qualified, qualified... Can you share this spell? This is a great contribution to the medical community."

Professor McGonagall talked to Chu He.

"Sharing, yes, yes, but I consumed a lot of experimental materials when I tried to improve magic, and I'm very poor, you know what I mean."

Chu He said.

"This magic will cause a stir in the magic world, and I think you will receive a large sum of Galleon awards."

Professor McGonagall promised.

"Then I'll ask you to teach you McGonagall. When I go back, I'll write down the entire analysis of the spell that has passed away."

Chu He said.

"Okay, if you have questions about Af*ck Gus, you can come and ask me at any time. If you have mastered what I teach, you can go to more advanced related courses by yourself."

McGonagall readily agreed.

If it is gold, let him shine, not bury him. If a magician genius is wiped out because of a step-by-step tutorial, she will never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

"Thank you."

Chu He politely bowed his head and thanked him. He has always been alone in researching spells. The attitude of the professors in Hogwarts towards him is completely different from that of the Death Eater. He likes Hogwarts very much. This kind of college atmosphere.

At this time, other Slytherin students and Gryffindor students also entered the Transfiguration classroom, and McGonagall returned to the podium and sat down.

It wasn't until a few minutes after the class bell rang that Harry and Ronald rushed into the classroom in a panic.

However, Professor McGonagall was in a good mood because he discovered a once-in-a-century curse genius, so he simply reprimanded the two, and then began to teach.

Chu He listened very seriously to Professor McGonagall's lectures. In the end, all his knowledge was understood by reading the magic spell book by himself. No teacher would be somewhat one-sided and flawed, and the systematic teaching of teachers made up for it In this regard, he has a deeper understanding of magic spells.

On the podium, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but be moved when Chu He listened so intently. Chu He is a diligent, inquisitive and talented child. Now she really regrets that Chu He has not been assigned to Gryffindor.

"Chu He, the next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts, with Hufflepuff's students, shall we?"

Cassandra opened her mouth to invite.

"OK."

Chu He packed up his textbooks and walked towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom with Cassandra.

"By the way, your Defense Against the Dark Arts must be very powerful, right?"

Cassandra asked.

"It's okay, nothing special."

"Is that so? To be honest, I want to have a magical duel with you. After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, private duels between students will be lifted."

"You can't put water in? I'll be angry if you put water in."

Cassandra said excitedly.

"...but I don't want to fight you."

Chu He said helplessly.

If he doesn't release the water...he will kill people if he doesn't release the water. If he really fights with Cassandra, how can he not release the water, but she is angry when the water is released, so he doesn't want to fight with Cassandra.

"Why, you look down on me?!"

Cassandra made a fuss.

"No, I just think it's a little bit... not very good between friends."

"Only in this way can we improve each other! Friends, even after quarreling with each other can still be reconciled. This is called a friend, understand?"

"Okay, then I'll accompany you when you want to fight."

Chu He nodded.

"It's almost there."

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle. It is a dimly lit room that looks a little gloomy.

Chu He and Cassandra walked into the classroom, where a man wearing a turban giving a feeling of weakness was standing in the room.

"Same, hello fellow classmates, I'm you...you guys, future black magic...law defense class teacher...Professor, you can call me, call me, call me Professor Quirrell."

The man stammered, as if facing Chu He and Cassandra as pitiful as some kind of beast.

"Hmph, Professor Hao, let's go, Chu He, let's sit down."

Cassandra didn't have the slightest interest in a weak man like Quirrell, she took Chu He's hand and walked to the first row of the classroom.

Chu He is a little interested in Quirrell.

This man feels a little strange to him, but it's not good for him to activate the magic see-through ability when he is pulled by Cassandra.

Anyway, after a while in class, he was able to activate his magical power of vision to check how powerful Quirrell was, so he let Kassandra pull him to the first row. *