Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

"So, shall we go find Professor Kettleburn now?"

"Oh, no, he is busy these days carefully preparing the content of the first class for the newly promoted third grade students. It is not a good idea to disturb him at this time. Maybe it is better to wait until next week to find him. Not a bad choice." Hagrid said, shaking his big furry head.

Andre was not familiar with the Care of Magical Creatures professor who was retiring next year. Since Hagrid said this, of course he could only agree.

"By the way, you said you were going to Hogsmeade to pick up Norbert tonight. Do you need my help with this?" Hagrid then asked.

But Andre smiled and rejected his kindness: "No need for the moment, Hagrid, Norberta's size can still fit into the space pocket I made, and it is very obedient now, so there will be no problem."

"Okay, in that case, I will go to the woods today to have a look and prepare some food for Norbert." Hagrid felt a little regretful, but quickly cheered up and left Hogsmeade and entered the castle. In the end, Norberta really had to rely on him to supplement her food.

Andre said goodbye and left Hagrid's hut when it was almost lunch time. After all, those rock biscuits, which are not much softer than rocks, are okay to try occasionally, but it is not something a normal person can do if they use them as a dinner. Yes.

By the time he walked into the Great Hall, the Gryffindor table was already full of people, but fortunately Hermione had specially reserved a seat for him.

"What was taught in today's Transfiguration class?" Andre took a grilled cod steak from the dining table and asked the little witch.

Hermione took a sip of pumpkin juice and said, "Professor McGonagall asked us to turn a beetle into a button. This is much more difficult than last year's course, but luckily I had previewed it during the summer vacation."

"Hmph, what's so big about it." It was originally just the most normal exchange between Andre and the little witch, but Ron, who was sitting diagonally across from them, suddenly muttered something sinister at this moment.

If he really lowered his voice, it would be okay. The two of them had been having conflicts since the morning. It was normal for them to have some disagreements. The problem was that Ron thought he was speaking very quietly, but in fact everyone around him heard it. Here comes his complaint.

The little witch was furious in an instant. She stood up with a swish and took the chair under her butt with her.

"I'm not like some people! I took a year of transfiguration class, but I can't even control a leg of a beetle. On the other hand, I think it's nothing big. Oh, right! Of course it's nothing big. At least it's far from comparable. Driving a car into school and making a splash."

Ron's face immediately turned red, and Andre could clearly hear his breathing becoming thicker.

Harry on the side was also stunned. It wasn't that he was angry about the little witch taking Ron with her when she was scolding him, but he didn't understand for a moment that the two people had already begun to have a little chat after spending a morning together. How come the relationship that had eased started to explode again.

If this continues, I'm afraid everyone's attention will be focused here. Andre smiled helplessly. He winked at Harry, then took the little witch's hand, regardless of her wanting to continue. The desire to teach Ron a lesson led her directly outside the auditorium.

"That's too much. How could he say that?" Hermione was still angry until the two returned to the eighth floor of the castle.

Andre could only comfort him: "You know, Ron never speaks out of his mind. He just complained casually."

"Hmm, are you still speaking for him?"

It could be heard that the little witch would never forgive Ron for a while.

Andre sighed, and then started to change the subject: "We have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon. This is Sirius' first class. What do you think he will come up with?"

"Well, I don't know, but just don't be like Quirrell last semester. Although I don't think there is anything wrong with teaching according to the book, Quirrell's class is indeed a bit too boring." Hermione was really taken aback. The topic was a distraction.

Andre also nodded. Professor Quirrell had focused on stealing the Philosopher's Stone for the whole semester. It was strange that he could prepare lessons carefully, not to mention that he had to pretend to be cowardly and incompetent at the time.

Afterwards, the two returned to the common room and chatted for a while. The little witch's anger finally subsided a little. Andre could only hope that Harry could persuade Ron to stop saying those meaningless angry words. .

When it was almost time for class, the two came out of the lounge.

And when they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the bell just rang.

Sirius, who was standing on the podium, nodded to the two people who came in, motioned for them to sit down quickly, and then said to the students under the podium: "Put your books back in your bags, and then take out your wands. Today We need to practice in this class. If we want to fight against black magic, we cannot just rely on memorizing books."

These words surprised the students in the audience. They have not done any practice in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course since they entered school for a year. Last semester, Quirrell only read from the book. , without teaching them a single spell on how to deal with black magic.

"Are you ready?" Seeing the students put their books back into their bags, Sirius smiled and said, "If you are ready, come with me. This classroom is not suitable for us to carry out practical teaching of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Afterwards, the newly appointed professor led everyone through the corridor and came to an empty room, which looked much larger than their original classroom.

"Okay, everyone gather in a circle," Sirius began to direct after all the students entered the room: "I will select a student to come up later. Of course, if someone volunteers, that would be even better, and then I will Let me show you how wizards fight."

After finishing speaking, he looked around, as if waiting for the student who volunteered to come forward.

But unfortunately, after two or three minutes, no one came forward.

"Okay," this made Sirius smile helplessly, and then he had to call his name: "Andre, come to the front."

Andre was also helpless. He knew that if no one else came up at this stage, Sirius would definitely look for him. The other party had seen his magical strength last time in the cave where Voldemort hid the locket.

"Next, Andre, you will play the role of a person who is attacked by a dark wizard, and I will play the dark wizard." Sirius took out the ash wand he had just repurchased from Ollivander last month. He obviously felt that although Andre was very powerful, he probably didn't know black magic, so he made this suggestion.

In fact, Andre has not seriously studied black magic. On the one hand, most of the books on this aspect in the school were removed from the restricted book area by Dumbledore or other professors after the rise of Voldemort. He has not There are so many places to gain access to the knowledge of black magic.

On the other hand, having only been in school for about a year, Andre basically devoted his energy to the subjects of transfiguration, spells and alchemy, and obviously did not have much time to study black magic.

When the two stood face to face, Sirius reminded you: "I will use some less harmful black magic to attack you at the beginning, but you must concentrate, because I will not tell you when I will attack."

Andre nodded. If another student were standing here at this time, Sirius would certainly not start a combat drill like this. But this new professor has seen his magic level and obviously has no idea about it. Very reassuring.

"Add fear!" While Andre was still thinking, Sirius had already taken action. This is a fear spell that can amplify the fear in the opponent's heart. This is indeed what he said, a black magic spell that is not very harmful. magic.

However, after experiencing many battles, especially after returning from Norway, Andre's actual combat experience has improved greatly. Even though he was a little distracted at first, he still made the correct response very quickly.

"Armor for protection!" Except for the omnipotent Iron Armor Curse, which is useless against a very small number of magics like the Death Curse, most of the spells cannot directly pass through the transparent shield.

Of course, Sirius's fear spell was no exception. The light green magic light was directly reflected back about ten inches in front of Andre.

"It's not over yet, don't relax, Andre!" Sirius easily dodged the reflected spell and reminded him aloud.

"The crows come out of the nest!" A large group of black ravens appeared out of thin air, but Andre could feel that these crows were not physical entities, but were made entirely of magic power. This spell should be regarded as a kind of summoning spell. But the green light was vaguely reflected on the black feathers of those crows, indicating that the magic used by Sirius was not that simple.

Faced with the curse of non-single-target attacks, armor protection was not so effective. Andre had no choice but to take a big step back, then raised his wand and said loudly: "Calling the gods for protection!"

A ball of condensed white light emerged from the tip of his staff. Compared with when he was in the cave, Andre's physical guardian angel had already taken a slightly more rudimentary shape, and was no longer the hazy ball of light that could not be seen at all.

But most people would definitely not recognize what kind of animal this patron saint that seems to have a pair of wings and a somewhat chubby body is.

Only those who know the form of Andrea's Animagus will recognize that this is a Hungarian Horntail dragon.

The physical Patronus has always had a very subtle connection with the wizard's Animagus form. Just like Harry's father, his Patronus was a stag, and the animal he transformed into was also a stag.

Sirius, who was standing in front of Andre at this moment, was no exception. The last time he was in the cave, the patron saint he summoned was a big dog.

But what Andre is a little curious about is that he has now integrated the second Holy Acorn, which means that he only needs one special potion before he can have the second magical Animagus form. Then I don't know if there will be other changes in his physical guardian angel at that time.

Of course, now was not the time to think about this. The group of ravens summoned by Sirius were almost flying in front of him.

Fortunately, his physical patron saint is not a vegetarian. The black and white lights met in mid-air, and the solid patron saint was able to easily resist the attack of the entire group of crows.

"It's a good Patronus Charm. It's much improved compared to the summer vacation." Sirius smiled appreciatively, but then he showed no mercy. Another dark light emerged from the wand, but this time he didn't recite it. Instead of casting a spell, he used a silent spell.

Of course Andre did not dare to despise this black light. He first moved quickly to prevent himself from being easily targeted by Sirius, and then blessed himself with a layer of armor to protect himself.

It has to be said that the most profound experience he learned during the air battle in Norway was that in a battle between wizards, especially when the magic power of two people is evenly matched, dodge ability is the key to determining the outcome.

With his quick movement just now, the black light emitted by Sirius did not hit him at all, but instead made a large dent on the marble floor.

"Very beautiful steps. I must praise you. You are the one with the most perfect grasp of battle among the little wizards I have ever seen." Although his magic did not work, Sirius happily applauded Andre. , "But although we are taking a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, defense alone cannot defeat the dark wizard. Andre, now it's your turn to attack."

Hearing this, Andre smiled. In fact, he has never been used to this kind of passive beating situation. Whether in Norway or earlier in France, he prefers to actively use offensive magic to benefit himself. Change the situation.

"Except your weapons!"

"There are many obstacles!"

"All petrochemical!"

"Passed out!"

After Sirius finished speaking, a series of spells shot out of Andre's hand, like a violent storm coming.

Even a senior member of the Order of the Phoenix like Sirius felt a little overwhelmed for a while.

Fortunately, Andre didn't use his transformation technique. Most of the magic spells he used were of weak power.

"How could Andre recite the spell so quickly?"

"Yes, my father is a member of the Legal Enforcement Team of the Ministry of Magic. He can't even use so much magic so quickly."

"And he just responded so well to Professor Black's attack. I'm afraid even the senior students can't be as calm as him."

"I think the strongest student at Hogwarts is probably Andre. After all, he captured the dark wizard Peter Pettigrew. Even senior students certainly can't do it."

But even so, the little wizards present could also see that their new professor was already a little embarrassed under Andre's magic, so they all started to whisper.

"Okay, okay." After about a minute and a half, Sirius finally stopped Andre. He smiled bitterly and said to the students around him: "I didn't expect that Andre's strength has reached this level. At this point, I’m afraid even I can’t release so many spells in such a short period of time.”

After taking a breath, Sirius officially started his teaching: "You should have seen the demonstration just now, how a wizard fights. Of course, I am not asking you to be like Andre from the beginning, but you can Let’s learn his fighting methods first, and this semester I will teach you the most basic defensive spells, including the ones Andre just used.”