I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Now you are divided into groups of two," Snape continued. "One of you will try to cast a curse on the other, but must not say it aloud. The other will try to repel the curse, also without speaking aloud. let's start."

Snape didn't know that last semester Hermione and Owen had taught half of the class (those who had been members of the D.A.) how to cast silent and wandless spells, mainly learning the Silent and Wandless Iron Armor Charm.

This spell is the most commonly used defensive spell, and it is particularly valuable to master silently and without a wand compared to other spells.

For most young wizards, the Silent Iron Armor Spell may still be successful, but it is too difficult to cast a spell without a wand.

At this stage, except for Hermione, no one in the D.A. has truly mastered the skill of casting spells without a wand.

One can imagine how funny the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom will be next.

Many little wizards stood there, holding their wands but not raising them, and they all stared at their 'opponents' angrily.

He chanted a curse loudly, and for a moment it was like walking into a vegetable market, with random roars coming and going. Unfortunately, few people could successfully cast the spell.

Among the crowd, Hermione was the only one who neither waved her staff nor chanted a curse. She looked at Neville, and three seconds later, a weak leg curse hit him.

Such a 'miracle' attracted the attention of many young wizards. What an amazing achievement. The Gryffindors looked at Snape. If it were any reasonable, objective and fair professor, they would give Gryffindor more praise. Twenty points.

But Snape just pretended not to see it.

When the students were practicing, he dragged his robes and patrolled among them, like before, like a giant bat, and deliberately stopped to watch Harry and Ron practicing with difficulty.

To be honest, if it was a levitation spell, Harry might actually be able to cast it successfully.

But perhaps because he was just stimulated by Snape's words, Harry wanted to prove himself. He wanted to cast a disarming spell on Ron without a wand.

However, the difficulty of casting this spell is too high.

He stared at Ron for a long time, but did nothing.

"That's really bad! Bad!" Snape looked at it for a while and said, "Are you planning to cast a spell with your eyes?"

"Get out of the way - I'll do it for you!"

Harry was so angry that he had forgotten that the most important thing in casting a spell without a wand was to keep his mind calm. The more irritable he was, the less likely he was to successfully cast the spell.

Maybe Snape did it on purpose.

But who can say anything?

His eyes shifted to Ron.

Ron's scalp went numb instantly. Under the gaze of those sinister eyes, he reacted almost instinctively, raised his wand and shouted: "Armor for protection!"

The next second, a red spell hit the invisible armor cast by Ron.

The red light outlined the appearance of the iron armor, and after a violent tremor, everything disappeared in an instant.

Well - a wonderful Iron Armor Curse that any fair professor here would have added to Gryffindor.

"Did you see that?" Snape glanced at Harry coldly, "Maybe you want to do it again?"

"No need!" Harry said angrily.

He felt that Snape was just showing off in front of him.

Also - as for this technique of not using a wand and then suddenly casting a spell, what's the use of just watching someone else demonstrate it?

At least you need to know the principles, and then try it over and over again.

Obviously - Snape would never have that kind of patience.

When Harry faced Ron again.

His eyes fell on Owen, who was hanging Justin in the air on a roller coaster.

Owen just sat on the table, smiling and staring at Justin in the air, watching him fly around on the horizontal arch on the ceiling.

My ears were filled with tragic screams.

If there is any impartial professor here

That will definitely deduct points for Hufflepuff! ! !

In the classroom, most people had actually noticed Owen for a long time, but everyone tacitly chose to skip it automatically.

After all - that's Owen!

No matter what he does, they won't be surprised.

Hermione noticed this too.

Regarding casting spells without a wand, although she mastered it, she was not proficient enough. She had to prepare for a few seconds and could not follow the flow.

She planned to go to Owen after class to practice.

Harry thought the same thing.

Most of the D.A. members in the classroom had the same intention.

In fact, what they don't know is that they are actually far better than ordinary wizards. You must know that the technique of casting spells without a wand is only taught in the seventh grade, and the silent spell is taught in the sixth grade.

Although these two techniques may sound similar, they are actually very different in difficulty.

The difference between a gun and a submachine gun.

If in the wizarding world, most Aurors can master the silent hitting technique, then wandless spell casting is something that only legendary wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald can fully control.

Ordinary wizards, as Snape said, may only be able to cast levitating spells without a wand for the rest of their lives.

But today's little wizards have begun to come into contact with this level of skills, which is unique in the past history of Hogwarts.

Snape really had nothing to teach the young wizard. Unless he could find a Death Eater to serve as a training partner for the young wizard, he would have reached the end in terms of spells alone. That's why he solved the wizard's final problem. 'Wandless Spell' was taken out.

After class, everyone left the classroom one after another.

Overall, although Snape himself is annoying, it has to be said that he did teach some useful things to the young wizard.

At least better than Quirrell, Lockhart and others.

"Hey - Owen, Hermione, and Harry. Is the D.A. going to have another meeting this year?"

At the top of the stairs, a Ravenclaw wizard ran over.

Owen knew him and seemed to have a good relationship with Qiu Zhang. He was once her suitor, but unfortunately he lost to Cedric.

Now that Cedric has graduated, doesn't this guy think he's got a chance?

Owen frowned. Although his relationship with Cedric was not very good, he was our Hufflepuff prefect after all. This pretty boy in front of him wanted to poach our prefect - hum - -He already has a way to die

He laughed and rubbed his fair and slender neck. Lazy, "I don't want to work for free."

"Of course it's open." Hermione quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Owen and said, "Although it was used to deal with Umbridge, the D.A. is also a study group. I know what you want to do and what you want. Owen teaches you how to cast spells without a wand!

Please wait a few days and we will discuss the time. We will inform you of the time of the gathering in a few days. "

"Oh - that's great." The boy's eyes lit up and he looked at Hermione - then he looked past her and looked at Owen behind her. He just glanced at it and quickly withdrew, "That - "

The young man suddenly became shy.

The face was visibly flushed.

After hesitating for a while, he finally managed to utter a sentence, "Will Owen still be our teacher?"

A certain little witch subconsciously gritted her back molars, waved her hand, and pulled Owen away.

She covered a lot of distance with one step, and after a few steps, her rather impatient tone came from a distance, "Maybe!"

Harry and Ron followed.

There were weird smiles on their faces.

Hermione pulled him for a long time in the corridor.

Outside the courtyard, the weather in September is really nice.

The unique autumn wind in the Scottish Highlands blew the wild grass like waves. In the distance, boys and girls were running like crazy on the grass, enjoying the rare good weather.

Everything was so beautiful, if it weren't for the black-robed figures that would appear in the castle and the wilderness from time to time, and the Aurors responsible for the defense would still remind them of the war that was not far away.

"Hey! Harry! Harry!"

Suddenly there was a rush of shouting from behind.

Harry turned around and saw Jack Sloper running over happily - he joined Gryffindor Quidditch as a beater last semester - he hurried over with a hand holding A roll of parchment paper.

"For you -" Sloper said breathlessly, "Professor Dumbledore asked me to give this to you."

"Listen, I heard you became captain. When are the trials going to happen?"

"It's not decided yet!" Harry said casually. In fact, he thought that the probability of Sloper returning to the team was not high. To be honest, there were many people in Gryffindor who were better than him. Last semester, they were Angelina hosts the auditions, and her standards are different from her own.

“Well I was hoping for this weekend”

Harry paid little attention to what Sloper said.

After turning over the parchment in his hand, he recognized the handwriting on the paper at a glance.

The content is very simple, it is a notification.

——Dear Harry:

——I planned to teach you in person, but I met a very good teacher. Please go to Ravenclaw Tower after eight o'clock in the evening. Professor Flitwick will arrange for the teacher to meet you.

——Your faithful Albus Dumbledore.

"Okay! I guess who it is?"

Harry read the letter and knew who the teacher assigned by Dumbledore was.

"Obviously - it's too easy to guess. She's the most laid-back." Owen shrugged.

"It's better than Snape." Harry said, "Maybe I can also learn some magic from the Far East. I heard that the magical world there is completely different from ours."

As he said that, Harry even started to look forward to it.

Although Miss Zhang seems to have a little conflict with Owen, at least she looks very kind, always has a smile on her face, and is very beautiful, right?

"I just feel that Dumbledore really knows how to exploit." Owen said in an angry tone, "He can make the best use of everything at all times and never waste any manpower."

"Okay, stop arranging the principal." Hermione glared at Owen and said, "I'm just giving you a few more classes!"

"???"

Owen's eyes widened and he looked at her with disbelief, "What door is that called?"

"Well - it's indeed a lot." Hermione, who looked a little embarrassed by Owen, quickly looked away, "Okay, I still have some questions about wandless casting, and I want to go to the library to look for information."

"Can't we take a break during our spare time?" Owen said weakly.

"No!" Hermione refused.

Then they went to the library.

Harry and Ron went back to the lounge.

Getting ready for the next Potions class.

After a period of time.

The bell rang for the two potions classes in the afternoon.

They followed the familiar road to the underground professor. For a long time it was reserved for Snape, and the young wizards of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were reminded of some terrible memories just by guessing those steps.

The other two houses passed by each other on their way back to the dormitory, so the feeling was not so obvious.

Harry never thought that one day he would see other professors in the underground classroom.

Maybe this is good news.

There was a glimmer of light on the dark sea floor.

Unlike Snape, Professor Slughorn was much more enthusiastic than him. Although he always looked at Owen and Hermione with strange eyes, he was much better than a certain old bat.

As soon as I arrived at the classroom door, the door opened automatically.

The appearance of the underground classroom has also changed greatly. The classroom is no longer cold and exudes the unpleasant smell of potion. Instead, it is filled with a kind of rice-pink steam. The smell in the air is sweet and has a strange aroma. The podium at the front There were several golden crucibles, and the liquid inside was bubbling.

The little wizards have never smelled such an alluring scent.

Harry thought of honey tarts, the woody smell of flying broomsticks, and the scent of flowers that must have come from the Burrow.

Owen also smelled some different smells. Unlike Harry, he smelled the faint salty smell of the sea, the plant smell of thousands of magical plants mixed in the greenhouse, and - a very light smell of rain. The scent of roses.

He suddenly put his hand to Hermione's cheek and sniffed.

"Yeah - this is the smell."

"Miss Granger's scent, a very light scent of roses."

Hermione blushed heavily at Owen's actions.

She actually smelled something different, a very cold lotus smell.

"Is this a love potion?" As someone who had been to Gemini's prank workshop, she naturally knew what the pink steam was.

"To be precise, it's a powerful love potion!" Owen reminded with a smile.

"The effect is much better than George and Fred's 'Wonderful Witch', but it's normal. After all, they have to be sold commercially. If precious materials are used, the cost will be too high."

"Why does he want to cook this kind of magic!" Hermione blushed slightly and looked at Slughorn in confusion.

"Who knows?"

Owen snorted softly, "Is the old tree blooming?"

"What?"

"I said, he is either a pervert or in love!"

Just when Owen was frantically arranging for Slughorn to sue him.

The chubby old professor spoke, "Okay, okay, okay.

Dear students, please take out your scales, medicine bags, and don't forget to take out your "Advanced Potion Making" textbook, and let's start this semester's potion class..."