Chapter 409 The So-Called Black Magic

Chapter 409 The so-called black magic

George was the best student ever at Hogwarts, as everyone knew. When he was in the second grade, he was already able to kill the basilisk head-on alone, which is something that no professor can do.

By now, George is completely a privileged figure in the academy, and his status is no worse than that of a professor. A comparison with him will make everyone despair.

After going back and forth, the other Houses also thoroughly understand that not to show off in front of Ravenclaw students, it will only make you suffer.

Hufflepuff's students, dissatisfied with Harry's behavior as a solo contestant. Not only did he steal Cedric's warrior honor, but he was now competing with the whole of Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament.

This made Hufflepuff's students, who used to have no sense of existence, couldn't help showing their ugly faces again and again in front of Harry, showing their existence.

As for Slytherin, it goes without saying that they hated Harry's actions. Of course, it wasn't Harry's behavior that they hated, but their heartache that it didn't come from their own academy.

Such textbook-like cunning tactics should have been the prerogative of Slytherin. But now this kind of glory has been taken away by their mortal enemy, by an opponent they despised. The thought of it made them more sick of Harry than ever.

Just the thought of Harry not only cheating his age, but also becoming an unprecedented individual participant in the Triwizard Tournament, irritated them. The fact that the meanest and most cunning people at Hogwarts didn't come from Slytherin was the biggest insult to them, the hardest blow.

Fortunately, Harry was accustomed to the strange look, which was more dissatisfied than those of his peers. He had seen deep malice long ago, and Snape would still mock him in class and deduct points at will.

And this was much better than the previous three years, and he had gradually learned how to deal with Snape. The more he knew, the more difficult it would be for Snape to make things difficult for him.

Apart from classes, he spent more time with Ron and Hermione in the mutual aid club. There, with George in charge, the students are more honest than the class.

The Mutual Aid was like a Hogwarts hideaway at this particular time, and everyone seemed polite, at least on the surface.

Harry was tutoring a few of his classmates in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and even though a Hufflepuff student had great dissatisfaction in his eyes, when Harry spoke, he could only listen honestly. Obediently squeezed a smile on her face, as if listening intently.

Most of the time, George would sit in a chair next to the bookshelf and read a book, occasionally correcting some of the problems in their instructions.

"As the name suggests, Defence Against the Dark Arts is a technique for fighting against black magic. When we study Defence Against the Dark Arts, we must also understand what black magic is. Only in this way can we understand, What is Defense Against the Dark Arts and how to defend against the Dark Arts."

Based on his own understanding, Harry converted the Defense Against the Dark Arts that he understood into a language that the other party could understand.

This process is a test of a person's ability. The more a person has a deep understanding of the concept, the more he can use the language that the other person can understand and vividly answer the other person's confusion.

Harry looked into the student's eyes and said solemnly, "Black magic is magic that damages people's weaknesses. The lethality of black magic is astonishing. Every black magic is an attack specifically aimed at people's weaknesses. Fragile, one cannot rely on ** against black magic."

"Understanding this, you should understand that the defense against black magic is never simply defending and holding up. These attacks against weaknesses cannot be resisted by the body. You can only choose to avoid it, you can only choose crack."

"Unlike all other courses, the dark wizard will not give you a stable spellcasting session, nor will you pay any attention to any rules."

"You can't use anything you learn in class to fight against the dark magic, if you can, I suggest you go to the dueling club and take part in more duels. Only the actual combat can give you a general understanding of the real content of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. ."

On the other hand, Neville, under the guidance of Hermione, has become more and more skilled in the making of his potions over time. His potion production level is improving at an astonishing speed.

"Yes, that's it, I said it earlier, Neville, you are very talented." Hermione watched with admiration as Neville threw the materials on the table into the cauldron exactly. This was in Snape. completely invisible to the classroom.

George walked behind Neville and watched Neville's movements.

At this time, Neville was not as clumsy as he used to be. He was focused and focused, and neither Hermione's praise nor George's observation caught his attention. He devoted himself to the making of potions.

He calmly and dexterously added the medicinal materials on the table into the cauldron. The long spoon in his hand gently stirred the potion in the cauldron at a fixed frequency, and all the sounds did not disturb him.

Finally, the rest of the mutual society was attracted, and they gathered around Neville. Watching him use the concentration and composure that he would never have in the past to make a very difficult antidote.

Finally, Neville held the crucible with tongs and poured the potion into the clear glass bottle. It wasn't until he put the glass bottle at the sun that he realized that he was surrounded by everyone.

He held the glass bottle tightly in his arms and stammered, "What happened...what happened?"

He asked in fear, "Did I make a mistake again....I'm sorry....I didn't mean to." He apologized at a loss, and his eyes instantly turned red.

"You didn't do anything wrong, you did a great job." George took the lead in applauding.

The rest of the mutual aid society also applauded enthusiastically.

Neville had absolutely no idea what was going on. He had a stunned expression on his face, not knowing what was going on.

Hermione helped him put the potion on the table and said, "You have done nothing wrong, your technique and focus in making the potion is so perfect that everyone is stunned, you are very talented, you just haven't put him unearthed."

"But...but..." Neville was stunned, speechless.

The evaluation of being talented has always been insulated from him. His biggest wish in this life is to not drag everyone down.

It is precisely because of this wish that he was able to persevere under the contempt and reprimand of the teacher. No matter how hard or difficult it was, he persevered, just to not hold back his friends.

(To be continued.)