Casting spells

In less than a second, the wounds on Malfoy's body completely disappeared, and even the torn robes on his body were restored.

Undoubtedly, this excellent healing and restoration spell has injected confidence into many students who were a bit discouraged. In the end, less than one-third of them chose to give up this course, and the remaining two-thirds chose to give up the course. But he was eager to try, and wanted to try to fight against the phantoms scattered on the lawn.

Apart from other things, Zhang Cheng was a little surprised by the courage of these little wizards.

He originally thought that it would be good if at most a third could stay.

Especially Ron's two twin brothers, they didn't seem to take the injury seriously at all. Before they got permission, they took the initiative to find two phantoms that seemed difficult to deal with, and started a two-on-two melee .

In the end, there was no need to ask, in less than a minute, the two of them were separated by the air knife with several deep bone wounds, and finally fell to the ground and screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"My God! Professor! I need treatment! I'm bleeding!" George yelled at the top of his voice.

"My leg! Damn it! It must be broken now!" Fred also followed and shouted for help not to be outdone.

Seeing the miserable state of the funny couple, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sighed and asked, "Before the treatment, I want to confirm one thing, that is, have you fully realized the mistakes you made?"

"Yes! Professor! We swear!"

"Yes! We swear!"

The twins unanimously gave assurances that they had suffered a lot this time.

"I hope so! Twenty points from Gryffindor."

After saying this, Zhang Cheng healed the wounds of the two, turned around and said to all the remaining students: "I hope you understand that this is not the game that many people think, every attack of the illusion will cause real damage to you. damage, so you have to take it seriously and treat it as a life-and-death battle to determine your own destiny. Only in this way, you will have a chance to defeat the illusion. Also, since you don't have too many offensive spells right now, I will give Everyone distributed a spell book, which recorded some non-lethal but quite effective attack and protection spells I invented."

"You...you will teach us new spells?!" Harry Potter's eyes lit up slightly, showing a look of great excitement and anticipation.

Although he was already a third-year student, he knew few spells so far, let alone offensive spells that had been strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic.

"Of course! Due to your age, these spells are not too powerful, but they are enough to make adults lose their mobility. They are very suitable for self-defense. Don't worry, I have already asked Principal Dumbledore for advice, he said As long as the Ministry of Magic does not interfere, I can continue to teach. Here, this is your share, don’t forget to practice more.” Zhang Cheng took out a booklet from the table next to him with a meaningful smile and handed it to “Savior ".

"Thank you! By the way, you knew Draco before?" Harry took the booklet, raised his head and asked curiously.

"That's right! Before accepting the principal's invitation, I was Malfoy's private tutor. He is a very talented young man, especially in terms of willpower, far better than most of his peers." Zhang Cheng is generous He confessed in front of everyone.

"I see! So can you make me as powerful as him?"

"Hahahaha! Of course! But my training is quite hard, are you sure you can persevere?"

"I can!"

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Chapter 742 The Real Purpose

Amidst the screams and wailing of the students, the first magic practice class finally came to a successful conclusion.

Although apart from Draco, let alone defeating the illusion, even those who can persist for more than 1 minute are extremely special, but they still haven't dampened their enthusiasm for learning fighting skills.

Especially the new spells recorded in the pamphlet gave everyone a strong sense of freshness and excitement, so much so that they ignored the fact that they were being brutally abused by their opponents throughout the class.

When Zhang Cheng announced the dismissal of get out of class, the "Iron Triangle" immediately got together and had a heated discussion about what happened just now.

"Damn it! I think Principal Dumbledore is crazy! He even invited Malfoy's private tutor to teach us." Ron complained in a low voice, rubbing his still sore shoulder.

Although magic healed most of the wounds, the psychological effects could not be eliminated in a short while.

"I also think this class is a bit dangerous, but it is undeniable that as long as you stick to it, you will definitely gain a lot. Look at Draco, he is probably stronger than the three of us combined." Hermione said in a serious tone expressed their views.

"That's right! As long as you can become stronger, getting hurt is nothing. Whether you are willing to continue, but I will not give up." Harry Potter's eyes shone with anticipation.

If there is anyone in the British wizarding world who is most eager to prove himself, it must be him.

As soon as he stepped into the circle of wizards, he found that he had become a "celebrity" inexplicably. More than anyone else, he wanted to gain the strength to match his fame, not the president who made someone mock him with his life experience.

In fact, Harry Potter, who grew up under oppression and discrimination, has much more dark side in his heart than most of his peers, and his ambition and desire are much stronger.

And what Zhang Cheng did was to bring out all the dark sides of his character through some guiding hints, and see if there would be any difference in the final result.

After all, the pursuit of power is the subconscious desire of every wizard. Even the greatest white wizard cannot stop a young man from gaining his own power through hard work.

It's just that so far, no one has noticed his sinister intentions.

……

Back in the room, Zhang Cheng was not in a hurry to influence Harry's thinking. He just opened a palm-sized crystal bottle placed on the table, and injected a small amount of creative power into it for storage.

After finishing all this, he pursed his lips and asked with a half-smile, "Dobby, tell me, what did the Savior do after class?"

"Great master! Harry Potter seems to like your class very much, and he expressed to his two friends that he would not give up no matter what." The house elf whose body was brutally modified came out of a dark corner and reported in a low voice arrive.

"Hehe, it's just as I expected. Continue to monitor and give him some temptations if necessary. I believe you understand what I mean." Zhang Cheng hinted meaningfully.

"Dobby understands! Dobby will make Harry Potter addicted to power!" The house-elf bowed deeply with one hand on his chest.

"Very good! Remember, be careful, don't be discovered by other students and professors. Boys of thirteen or fourteen always like to fantasize, and stubbornly think that they are the most special one in the world. You'd better use this A little." After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng waved his hand lightly, indicating that the other party can leave.

"Master, please don't worry, I won't be discovered by anyone." Dobby's eyes flashed viciously, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

I am afraid that Dumbledore, as the headmaster, will never know that Hogwarts, which he thinks has strong magical protection, has already been infiltrated into a sieve.

Not long after the magic-reformed house-elf left, the Supreme Authority suddenly asked, "Master, you seem to be very interested in that boy with glasses?"

"Interested? No, I just feel a little bored and want to have some fun for myself." Zhang Cheng sat down and tapped on the table lightly. "You know? The most interesting thing in this world is to kill other people's last hope with your own hands, and watch their faces of pain and despair. I don't like Albus Dumbledore, and I don't like the set of ideas he advocates. No matter whether you are a wizard or an ordinary person, you should be in a state of fierce competition, not so comfortable that you can live comfortably for a lifetime without doing anything."

"I think so too! But I really can't see anything special about that boy, except for the soul fragments in the lightning-shaped scar on his head." The supreme authority obviously doesn't recognize the identity of the "savior", and even has a little contempt and dismissive attitude.

"Special? He's not special at all. He's just a chess piece pushed to the foreground and manipulated." Zhang Cheng explained with a sneer.

As the protagonist throughout the whole story, in his eyes, Harry Potter is actually just a bait deliberately created by Dumbledore to attract Voldemort's attention, and he never got rid of his control until the end.

I have to say that this kind of life is really a bit sad, so he wants to do a little damage.

"And what next? Don't tell me you're going to waste your time with a boy."

"No, of course not, didn't you see that I have been storing the power of creation? Next, I will use the students to do a large-scale experiment to see how many changes this thing has on the body..."

When he said these words, Zhang Cheng's eyes flickered with chilling madness.

Yes!

This is the real purpose of his coming to Hogwarts as a professor!

In the entire British wizarding world, what could be easier to find hundreds of wizards as experimental subjects than Hogwarts?

As dinner time approached, Zhang Cheng quietly sneaked into the kitchen, taking advantage of the fact that many house elves were not paying attention, and incorporated his creativity into various fruit juices and pumpkin juices.