Chapter 1208 Ancient Skills (Part 2)

The students started to commotion, quietly expressing their dissatisfaction with Professor Rahanson's statement.

"Sounds really mysterious, doesn't it?"

Finch-Fletchley, who was beside Harry, crossed his arms and said rather distrustfully.

"If you think we can't master the advanced knowledge of this course, why does the school offer this course, Professor Rahanson?"

Harry's Gryffindor teammate, Katie Bell, raised her hand and asked.

"That's a good question, Miss Bell—"

Professor Lahanson called Katie's last name accurately. It seemed that he had put a lot of effort into it before the class started.

"Meditation class—let's call it that—"

Fromid paced the seedling patch,

"In fact, you may not know that it was Professor Brain who invited me to Hogwarts to teach this course.

Although I am very happy to hand over this ancient inheritance to you energetic young people, I actually mentioned to Professor Brain the question you just asked me. This course requires those who study it to have some It is a very special quality. Even if I am willing to teach it to you, I am afraid that not many people can really master it. "

"What did Professor Blaine say?"

Ernie asked eagerly on Harry's other side.

"After listening to my relatively complete description of this course, Professor Blaine still insisted that I offer this course--"

Professor Rahanson said,

"His view is that this is a very practical course for wizards. Even if you cannot master advanced knowledge, every improvement in the study of this course can greatly feed yourself. It’s about improving your strength.”

Improve strength?

Some people who were originally half-hearted immediately cheered up.

For a great magician of Professor Brain's level to comment like this on a meditation class, it undoubtedly shows that this class does have some skills.

At least it's more interesting than such frivolous magical subjects as divination, Muggle studies, and astronomy.

Even the thoughtful Malfoy opened his eyes wide.

The completely different attitudes of the little wizards fell into Frommid's eyes, which made him feel emotional.

Blaine's status in the magical world is evident from this!

"Does anyone else need my answers?"

Professor Rahanson asked again.

"Professor Rahanson, what are the saplings of these trees?"

This is a question from Cedric.

"They are oak saplings, Mr. Diggory--"

Professor Lahanson said calmly,

"Oak tree - in Germany, it has special characteristics in our ancient inheritance. Oak tree is not a magical plant, but it has good magic compatibility. It is a good material for making wands. In addition, its soul It is very active, exceeding the magic plants you are familiar with, so it is easier for us to perceive its thoughts."

"Soul. Thoughts?"

Cedric asked with confusion,

"Professor Lahanson, oak trees are just plants, aren't they? I thought only humans or animals have souls and thoughts?"

"I don't agree with you, Mr. Diggory--"

Professor Rahanson said gently,

"Everything in the world, all living species, including every plant and tree, has a soul. Of course, this view may be beyond your common sense, but if you want to learn in depth, you must accept this view and speak from the bottom of your heart. Treat all living things equally--"

Treat everyone equally?

Harry grinned, feeling a little bit about where the threshold Professor Rahanson mentioned was.

Not to mention treating all life equally, many people in Slytherin even want to distinguish the superior and inferior wizards' blood.

"So-"

This is a course that is completely beyond the wizard's knowledge system. Hermione struggled to understand,

"We need to interact with these oak saplings. Well, sense their thoughts?"

"You are very clever, Miss Granger--"

Professor Rahanson smiled and said,

"However, that is what you need to practice later. Before that, we still need to reach some conditions."

Another strange description, Harry thought. However, Professor Rahanson did not explain immediately. He clapped his hands several times to signal the students to quiet down.

"I have prepared some futons at the back of the house. Could you please the prefects to carry them over and distribute them to all the students--"

The commotion lasted for about twenty minutes, until the pale golden light formed mottled light and shadow on them, and everyone finally got a hard futon woven with dead vines.

Professor Rahanson slapped his hands several times again.

"Now, I ask you all to sit down. You can sit anywhere you want, as long as you can hear me -"

There was another commotion. No one stepped into Professor Lahanson's seedling patch. Most people sat in a row around the seedling patch.

Several Hufflepuff students ran to sit on the platform in front of the wooden house and Professor Rahanson didn't mind. However, he stopped Fred and George from climbing up to his roof.

Ron wanted to be with Harry and the others, but unfortunately he was tied up by Lavender.

Harry moved closer behind Hermione and Ginny.

"Why can't we get some soft cushions?"

Ginny murmured quietly, and although she was reluctant, she still stuffed the rattan futon under her butt, because at least it could isolate the moisture on the ground.

Harry suddenly had the urge to ask Ginny to sit on his lap, but this crazy idea immediately frightened him, and he was caught off guard and slapped himself!

"What are you doing, Harry?"

The two girls in front of him turned back to look at him in astonishment, and Hermione asked in surprise.

"Oh, it's nothing, Hermione—"

Harry was thankful that the light was dim at the moment and they couldn't see clearly his face which was red with shame.

"There are mosquitoes in the woods."

Harry explained quietly.

The students sat down one after another and looked at Professor Rahanson expectantly.

"Right now, I need everyone to stay calm-"

Professor Lahanson said.

Stay calm?

The little wizards looked at Professor Rahanson in confusion.

"To achieve inner peace, the first thing you need to do is to clear your mind of all thoughts, don't think about anything, and let the magic power in your body stabilize -"

To stabilize the magic power in the body?

Harry frowned unconsciously.

Magic is like blood in the body. It flows naturally. Control magic. This is a skill that has never been taught at Hogwarts.

"What to do, Professor?"

Malfoy asked impatiently.

"Maybe you don't realize that magic can be controlled by the spirit--"

Professor Rahanson didn't mind Malfoy's disrespectful tone and gave advice in a calm tone.

"If you don't know, just think about it every night before you go to bed. I mean, the chaotic feeling when your thoughts are cleared before falling asleep. In that state, you are calm and your magic power is stable-"

There are a lot of people scratching their heads.

Even Hermione looked embarrassed.

Of all the classes at Hogwarts, even including Professor Blaine's physical education classes, there had never been such an abstract class!

"To completely calm down your heart and magic power, this is what you need to master in the first step of the meditation class -"

Professor Rahanson said calmly,

"Don't overlook the difficulty of this, I dare say, maybe by the end of the school year, there will be a lot of people who won't be able to do this."

Don't think about anything. Clear your mind as you would before falling asleep.

It sounded simple, but when he actually did it, Harry realized how difficult it was!

Harry tried hard to eliminate distracting thoughts, but he soon realized that the idea of ​​eliminating distracting thoughts was itself a distracting thought!

Professor Rahanson's request is equivalent to letting them fall asleep while keeping their consciousness awake. This is simply a paradox!

Many people, including Harry, also closed their eyes.

But in the darkness of nothingness, some pictures always pop up from time to time.

The corridor and door in his dream, Malfoy's strange behavior, Sirius's current situation, what Voldemort has been doing recently, Professor Blaine's face, and

After the surroundings quieted down, the aroma that poured into my nose became particularly strong!

Damn it, Harry, what on earth are you thinking, Ginny is Ron's sister!

Harry scolded himself angrily, but the image of Ginny wearing a matcha green nightgown all day long at No. 12 Grimmauld Place during the summer vacation, with her hair loose, revealing her fair and delicate skin like white silk, was deeply rooted in his mind.

He was busy getting rid of this shameful thought, but he didn't realize that his heart was getting more and more restless.

Snoring, snoring--

Suddenly, a thunderous snoring sounded in the forest, which was filled only with the chirping of insects and birds.

Harry opened his eyes immediately and looked.

"Ah, Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Gower--"

Professor Lahanson looked at the two big guys leaning on a tree stump and said with a wry smile,

"Already asleep." (End of chapter)