Chapter 364 A Different Classroom

The silver-white patron saint's light complemented hundreds of candles, illuminating the entire auditorium.

Loren avoided several young wizards who were attacking each other with the radiance of the Patronus, and stepped into the area where the Slytherin students were.

Although the three teaching assistants are all Gryffindors, they can't all be crowded in the Gryffindor area. For those who don't know clearly, I think Professor Lupine is giving them special treatment.

All the little wizards in Slytherin looked at Loren with complicated eyes, especially the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team and some members of the Potions Club.

Loren is not on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but he can make the Slytherin players so angry that they are delirious in the commentary box. What is even more confusing is that his own dean, Professor Snape, He seems to have a good relationship with this Gryffindor, and he can always be seen entering and exiting the Slytherin Dean's office...

The young wizards of Slytherin couldn't explain this feeling, as if their own headmaster was treason.

Loren looked at these little Slytherin wizards calmly.

There were juniors and seniors, a few familiar faces who had attended classes with him in the same grade, and most of them were unfamiliar faces.

The Slytherin Quidditch players were easy to spot - they had strong bodies and stern faces, staring at him intently, wishing they had curses shooting out of their eyes.

There are also some familiar faces among the remaining Potions Club members.

Except for the Quidditch players, everyone else's hatred towards Loren was not very high. They looked at him for a while, then quickly looked away and continued to wave their wands and practice the Patronus Charm.

Loren observed it for a while.

It is said that Slytherin is rich in evil dark wizards, and the Patronus Charm can identify dark wizards, but surprisingly, these little Slytherin wizards practice the Patronus Charm pretty well.

Several senior young wizards, with soft and solid radiance, have reached the edge of summoning the physical patron saint.

It's just that most of the little wizards are still stuck in summoning a small group of light.

No one asked Loren about the problem, so he didn't stop. He walked all the way to Draco and looked at the practice of him and the few wizards around him with great interest. From time to time, he would give a few words of guidance to show that he was an assistant teacher. Sense of presence:

"Daphne Greengrass, your movements are too stiff and rigid. Your spell-casting movements must fit your body."

"..."

"Pansy Parkinson, that's your name, right... Don't look angry. Although people can do anything when they are anxious and angry, the Patronus Charm is not one of them. Be patient, Pansy. Miss Kinson.”

Pansy Parkinson gnashed her teeth in anger, seemingly not heeding Loren's advice at all.

Loren shook his head, sighed regretfully, and walked towards the next person:

"Theodore Nott, your casting movements and spelling tones are very precise, but the most important thing about the Patronus Charm is to pour out happy memories..."

Theodore Nott stopped casting spells, frowned and thought for a moment, and asked Loren very seriously: "Assistant Morgan, I have a question."

Loren became interested: "You tell me!"

"According to theoretical speculation, the summons of the Patron Saint relies on happy memories and emotions. So if I take a joy potion before casting the spell, can it promote the formation of the Patron Saint?"

"Well, your question is very good..."

Loren put his chin on his hand and showed off his teaching assistant style, frowned and thought for a while: "The happiness brought by the joy drug is false. Even if you have a lot of happy emotions after taking the drug, when you recall this memory in the future When it is, it will not produce happy emotions. According to the principle of the magic spell, the joy agent cannot promote the formation of the patron saint."

"But if you look at it from another perspective, a moderate amount of elation will keep you in a good mental and physical state, which is helpful for spell practice."

The ambiguous answer made Nott feel a little dazed after hearing it, and he watched Loren in a daze as he walked to the next little wizard.

"Astoria Greengrass, right? I remember you have just entered first grade. You are not suitable for learning this magic yet."

Astoria blinked.

"..."

Draco put away his wand and looked at Astoria and assistant teacher Morgan in a daze. He was speechless. He patted Astoria on the shoulder and told her to go back to the common room. Draco said to Loren: " I asked her to come, Assistant Coach Morgan."

Loren glanced at him reservedly, observed him a few times as a teaching assistant, and said calmly: "Well, like other Slytherin students, you have too few happy memories in the curse... You know , memory and emotions are the key to the patron saint.”

Draco nodded expressionlessly, not knowing how much he had heard: "Assistant Morgan, I also have questions and want to ask for advice."

"Um?"

Draco led Loren to the corner against the wall. Everyone crowded into the area where the stage and candles were, leaving a vacant space.

"During the Christmas holidays, someone from Ilvermorny came to my house again." Draco said softly, looking at the candles and patron saint charms floating in the auditorium, his eyes reflected the dim light, "Only one person stayed. When I was young, I asked my father to raise nearly ten thousand gold galleons, and he left as soon as he got the galleons."

Loren stopped joking, fell silent for a moment, and asked, "Can you find out what they used the funds for?"

"The gold galleons are stored in the wizard's storage space, or in the underground vault of Gringotts. Both are difficult to trace..." Draco shook his head.

Loren wanted to say something lighthearted to comfort him, but looking at Draco's indifferent face, he felt there was no need to say anything.

"If you need help with anything, you can come to me."

"Um……"

Just when the two of them were silent, a tsunami-like cheer suddenly echoed through the entire auditorium:

"Cedric! Cedric..."

"Neville Longbottom! Longbottom..."

The names of the two were mixed with the noisy discussions among the young wizards, and words such as "Entity Patron Saint" came to Loren's ears sporadically.

Loren had a vague guess in his mind, and he looked towards the most crowded and chaotic center of the crowd——

One of George and Fred held Cedric's shoulders, and the other pushed Neville, pushing them onto the stage amid the crowd.

Lee Jordan from Gryffindor and Justin from Hufflepuff shouted excitedly:

"Cedric, show me!"

"Quick! Show us!"

Cedric pursed his lips and smiled. When he saw the girl in the Ravenclaw area, he raised his hand to smooth a messy strand of hair on his forehead. He held the wand in a relaxed posture, with his palm facing upward, and turned his wrist:

"[Calling God to Guard]"

The tip of the staff spurted out a silvery white light, swirling around a few times like a wisp of breeze, converging into a sturdy four-hoofed animal in the air in front of the stage.

Almost all the little wizards in the auditorium opened their eyes wide, trying to identify what kind of animal Cedric's Patronus was.

The whip-like tail swung slowly, the solid torso was almost burly, and the triangular head protruded with two curved corners.

"It's a buffalo..." Cedric turned his head and explained softly to Neville, causing Neville's panicked heart to slowly settle down. "Don't worry, just follow my demonstration once and you've succeeded." It’s happened once, right? It doesn’t matter if you fail.”

"Okay, okay."

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Neville's head. I don't know whether he was too excited or spent too much energy. He waved his wand with a slightly trembling hand: "[Calling God's Guard]"

The silvery white light slowly converged into a stern male lion with sharp teeth, thick toes and claws, and a weak wind seemed to rise when the mane swayed.

"Lion, it's lion..."

"It's the Gryffindor Lion..."

The young Gryffindor wizards were speechless with excitement. The venue was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly burst into even more enthusiastic cheers. Surrounded by many Gryffindor wizards, an unknown person shouted, Neville was quickly lifted up and kept flying in the air.

On the side of the stage, Cedric waved away the buffalo patronus and joined the group of young wizards in Ravenclaw.

At the side door next to the guest of honor, several professors were leaning against the wall, watching what was happening in the auditorium with smiles on their faces.

"Compared to the majestic lion..." Professor Flitwick raised his hand to twist his beard, and when he touched his rough chin, he realized that he had shaved off his beard. He smacked his lips and continued, "The down-to-earth buffalo seems It’s more reassuring.”

"Yes, Pomona, Hufflepuff has an excellent little wizard." Professor McGonagall said softly.

Professor Sprout couldn't help but smile, and his eyes were full of pride: "I was suddenly lifted to the stage, and suddenly lost everyone's admiring gaze, but I can still maintain a normal heart... Cedric …”

Professor Snape suddenly said calmly: "Your good student is pestering another girl for a reward."

Several professors followed his gaze and looked at Cedric and Qiu Zhang. They were silent for a while, and then burst into even more cheerful laughter.

…

Mount Greylock, Ilvermorny College, Massachusetts, USA.

"Oh, this is really hard to evaluate..."

Professor Tom Gunter, a new member of the class this semester, knitted his eyebrows together with an expression of indescribable disgust, "You are already in your second year. The last thing you learned last semester was how to deal with Flobber caterpillars? Are you sure that you are in the black class?" Magic defense class?"

To be honest, although Voldemort has always believed that he is very suitable for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and has the ability to perform this position, he is still a little irritable when facing these naive and stupid little wizards.

The second-year wizards of Ilvermorny Goblin College remained silent. Several of the young wizards of Thunderbird College seemed to agree. They also thought Flobber Caterpillar was boring.

Their silence made Voldemort realize the current situation, and he quickly forced a smile on his face: "Sorry, I mean, you have magic power and miraculous talents. I think you should learn some more practical magic."

"But!"

A young wizard from Thunderbird Academy retorted. He wore a golden Goldie's Knot on his chest. Facing Voldemort's deep gaze, his voice quickly weakened and he almost muttered,

"But Professor Amos said that we are only second-year wizards and our magic power is very weak. Instead of reluctantly learning targeted magic, it is more important to use caterpillars to inspire our thinking."

With one person to start, the little wizard of Goblin Academy also gained courage, and added in a childish voice: "Professor Amos hopes that we will cultivate our thinking in dealing with dark magic creatures. When we learn various powerful magics in the future, we can easily find them." Suitable magic to deal with them."

"That makes sense, my dear children..." Voldemort manipulated Wormtail's body and tried to force a smile, "but Professor Amos has chosen the wrong person."

The little wizards looked at him with wide eyes expectantly.

"For weak bugs, no matter how many bugs are crushed to death, you will only be able to deal with bugs... If you want to deal with ferocious beasts, you must face them head-on."

As Voldemort spoke, he shook his wand and used the transformation technique to create a ferocious giant bird with flames rising all over its body.

The scarlet giant bird was huge and occupied most of the classroom. Broken bones extended from the giant bird's wings. Dark red blood spilled on the floor. Flames spread and rolled along the blood. The blood quickly dried and caked, turning into ashes.

The bright flames were churning endlessly, and even the transparent air seemed to be distorted by the burning. The fishy and burnt smell of blood began to permeate the classroom, and waves of scorching heat echoed in the classroom.

The little wizards cowered in fear, and several girls from the Goblin Academy even cried out of fear.

"Don't be afraid, this is just an illusion, it can't hurt you..." Voldemort said gently, "This is the first lesson I want to teach you, defeat fear!"

After hearing the professor's story, several brave young wizards from Thunderbird Academy stretched out their hands to touch the flames. Their young palms penetrated the flames and were unscathed, but they were a little warm.

The little wizards looked at each other, and their panic turned into surprise:

It's just an illusion!

Voldemort waved his wand at them, and the tragic firebird opened a wound on his neck, and scarlet blood burst out. The blood floated towards the little wizard under the control of magic power, and the illusory flames wrapped around them several times before disintegrating in the air. middle:

"Come on, starting from the brave Thunderbird Academy, insert your wands into the body of this firebird, sting it, kill it, and conquer your fear!"

Voldemort's words were like little sparks of fire falling into the hearts of the young wizards, igniting the seeds hidden in the shadows, and causing strange flames of excitement to rise in their eyes.

Phew——

Phew——

Accompanied by a slightly sticky sound, the wand was like a sharp dagger, inserting into the flesh without any hindrance. Blood spattered on the hands, clothes, and faces of the young wizards.

Hot and a little creamy.

"Don't be afraid, don't worry about soiling your clothes! These are all hallucinations!" Voldemort breathed in the thickening bloody smell in the air and couldn't help laughing with satisfaction, "Hey hahaha..."

The gloomy voice made a little witch from the Goblin College nearby shrink her neck. She asked in a childish voice: "Professor Gunter, why are you smiling so happily?"

Voldemort knelt down and wiped the blood stains on her face, spreading scarlet red all over half of her cheeks:

"Because the professor is happy for you..."