Chapter 487 Communication Training

After entering March, the sky is always filled with not-so-white clouds, like a child casually scribbling them with a pencil.

The rainfall is much less, the grass is no longer wet all the time, and the wet and muddy paths are much drier. But the wind has become stronger, and every time they come to the field outside, the cold wind of late spring still makes their hands and faces hurt.

Durmstrang's big ship is anchored on the shore of Black Lake. The slender mast and folded canvas are constantly shaken by the wind, making a sound like an old man gasping for breath. The old shell like the wreckage of a sunken ship sways with the waves, making people worry that it will disintegrate in the next moment.

The stop sign sticking out from the side of Ilvermorny's school bus has a few screws loose, swinging back and forth in the cold wind, creaking non-stop.

In addition to the little wizards, the postmen of Hogwarts hate this kind of cold weather even more. They stay in the shed all day, nestling in a nest made of soft cloth. No owl was willing to go out to deliver mail in this weather, and even letters from other places could not be delivered in time because the strong wind always blew them off target.

After the Herbology class on Monday morning, Loren and Hermione took a break from their busy schedule to go to the owl shed and handed the monthly family letter to Hanhan.

The spectacled owl complained twice, flapped its wings, turned around and flew into the sky, and half of its feathers were blown to the wind.

"The little spectacled owl has grown up and is a reliable postman."

Loren stuck his head out to look for a while, and soon he couldn't open his eyes because of the cold wind, so he timidly retracted his head behind the little witch, and pushed Hermione to the paddock like holding a shield.

Hermione wore a wide-sleeved magic robe, and the warm March spring breeze blew all the moisture and coldness of the Forbidden Forest on her face, making the robe rustle, and goose bumps appeared on the skin exposed outside.

Some owls have grown up, and some are still very naive!

Hermione had a blank expression on her face, and her heart was calm.

She even thought it was okay, at least this was at Hogwarts School, not in a Muggle city, otherwise if a car drove through a puddle on the road, this guy would even push himself to the front to block the mud and water.

Loren huddled behind her, half of his face pressed against the girl's back, fragrant and soft. The little witch's curly hair was blown by the wind, blowing on her face and neck, a little itchy.

Monday morning was all outdoor classes, and the Herbology class had just ended. This class was Care of Magical Creatures.

Walking past the greenhouse, we were close to the Forbidden Forest. The rustling sound of the treetops first entered our ears. When we looked up, we saw Hagrid digging the soil in front of his hut with great energy. It seemed that he was cultivating a piece of land to grow vegetables.

The little wizards who arrived earlier than them gathered around a large cardboard box and chattered.

"The blasting-tailed skrewt won't be returned to the factory..."

Loren muttered, and went up with Hermione to see.

It was a group of fluffy black little guys with long flat duck-like snouts, flat front paws like two shovels, and a small bag on their stomachs.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp..."

The little guys looked up and blinked at the whole class. Facing so many people's attention, they seemed a little confused.

At first glance, they looked weird, but they were actually cute when they looked closely.

It seems to be called Sniff, right?

Loren thought and observed.

It is said that the Sniff is gentle by nature and even affectionate to its owner. However, it can destroy everything around it in order to find shiny objects, so it is not suitable to keep it at home as a pet. If provoked, the Sniff may become fierce.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" recorded a case a hundred years ago. At that time, Gringotts's protection measures were not as strict as today. A smart Sniff found a loophole and slipped in. It is said that the entire underground vault was almost emptied.

It is said that the Niffler was so weighed down by the gold coins that he could not walk and was unwilling to throw away some of them, let alone transport them in multiple times. In the end, he was caught on the spot by the patrolling goblins, and was recruited by Gringotts as a safety tester.

"Dear children, come over here!"

Hagrid shouted loudly to the students to come together, "I believe many people have recognized that these cute little guys are Nifflers, which can usually be seen in the mines. They like shiny things... Look, look."

He threw a gold coin into the box, and a Niffler suddenly jumped up and bit it, scaring the little witches back a few steps.

"Very useful little treasure detectors." Hagrid said happily, "We can have fun with them today, do you see it there?"

He pointed to the large piece of newly turned land, which was the place he had dug before, "I buried a few gold coins, two people in a group, one Niffler in each group, and the group that picked the most gold coins will be rewarded by me.

"Take away all the valuable things on your body, and then choose a Niffler.

"Get ready and let them go."

After the treasure hunt officially began, the Sniffs darted in and out of the field, just like they were in the water. Each of them hurried to the classmate who released them and spit the gold coins into their hands.

"Little guy, why don't you go find the gold coins?"

Loren scratched the chin of the Sniff in front of him. The little guy squinted his eyes in comfort and rubbed his hand affectionately.

"Chi!"

"Maybe you are hungry? Do you want a cookie?"

Hermione took out a chocolate cookie from somewhere and broke off a piece and handed it to the Sniff's mouth.

The little guy sniffed a few times, opened his mouth suspiciously and swallowed it, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Chiji!"

After eating three cookies in a row, the little guy didn't know whether he was full or tired of eating. No matter how he was fed, he stopped opening his mouth and jumped up and down beside Loren. When he was tired of playing, he lay in his arms, turned out his soft belly, and blinked his black and shiny eyes at him.

What else can he do with it? He can only knead it hard!

Hermione next to him was so envious that she wanted to hit him.

…

In the Transfiguration classroom, the bell rang.

The professors at Hogwarts control the class time very accurately. They occasionally leave early, but never delay the class except for some potion professors. Professor McGonagall, as the head of Gryffindor and the vice-president of the school, occasionally uses a few minutes before the end of get out of class to talk about school affairs.

For example, remind students that they are forbidden to approach the Quidditch field in the near future. It has been selected as the venue for the third game of the Goblet of Fire Tournament and is under strict construction.

Those who enter without permission are considered to have violated school rules.

Looking at the little wizards in the audience with their eyes flickering and eager expressions hanging on their faces, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. She remembered the conversation with Dumbledore not long ago and couldn't help but be silent.

"Does the construction of the site need to be inspected..." Dumbledore's eyes were deep and his face was unfathomable. "Disclose this news to the children appropriately, and there will be brave students who will take the initiative to inspect it for us."

Really jumping into the pit on their own initiative.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and returned to her expressionless look: "Potter, Morgan, you two stay for a while, everyone else, class is over!"

"Goodbye, professor!"

The little wizards in the classroom dispersed. It was Thursday morning. There were no other classes after the end of Transfiguration. They were free until lunch time. They couldn't wait to start a new adventure.

Hermione packed her books slowly, and she made up her mind that as long as Professor McGonagall didn't mention it, she would stay shamelessly.

Ron in the back row glanced at Professor McGonagall and shrank his head. Obviously, he was making the same plan.

Are there any activities again?

Loren was puzzled, and he and Harry slowly came to the front of the desk.

"You two come to the front too." Professor McGonagall glanced back and said softly, "I guess you already know that the warriors of other schools are doing special training with their principals. There is still a long time before the third project, so I plan to give Harry some training as well."

This should have been Dumbledore's job!

Professor McGonagall paused and continued, "It's a good thing that you all participate. Harry can practice dueling with wizards of different personalities and experience different fighting styles. I can also give you some suggestions based on your respective performances, and explain some dueling skills and consciousness content."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully. It seems that the third project has a lot to do with dueling.

"Not just you guys, I've also made an appointment with Ilvermorny's Headmaster Fontana this weekend, hoping that the exchanges between our two schools can spark wonderful sparks.

"Well, let Harry and..." Professor McGonagall's eyes wandered over the three of them. Although the duel club was discontinued, she still knew them well after a few years of getting along.

Loren is talented but a little lazy, Hermione has solid theoretical knowledge, but her shortcoming is that she relies too much on books in practice and is not flexible enough... The strengths and weaknesses of the two complement each other to a certain extent, and their dueling skills should be stronger than Harry's.

"Harry and Ron go first. ”

The tables and chairs in the Transfiguration classroom were quickly moved to the wall, leaving enough space in the middle for them to perform.

“【Faint】”

“【Expelliarmus】”

“【Petrified】”

“【Expelliarmus】”

“…”

“【Expelliarmus】”

“…”

“【Expelliarmus】”

Ron hurriedly avoided the oncoming red beam of light, and saw from the corner of his eye that the Disarming Spell had directly smashed a set of solid wood tables and chairs, and his eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Just, I wanted to say swear words.

In the past few years, Harry and Ron had practiced dueling many times, and the results were mostly similar. In terms of spell level, Harry was much stronger, but Ron could always rely on prediction and surprise attacks to barely maintain the situation.

Until he was knocked over by the unreasonable Disarming Spell.

This time it was a similar result.

“Okay, let’s review the battle just now. Judging from the result, Potter, you won, but I want to praise Weasley more…”

Professor McGonagall’s theory of wizard duels It was similar to what Loren had heard Flamel say in the fantasy book. The basic points were the speed of casting, the strength of a single spell, and the control of the rhythm of the battle, including the timing of attack, movement and avoidance, but there were some differences in the details.

Professor McGonagall preferred to use Transfiguration to play a role in the battle, which required calmness during the battle, keeping rationality at all times, and fine control of Transfiguration.

Such teaching was very inspiring to Ron. For Harry, he seemed to be more willing to force his opponent to wrestle with him through powerful attacks and spells.

Professor McGonagall and Loren observed for a long time and could not help but be silent.

Harry was already gifted. After many magical riots, and with the help of Voldemort's soul fragments to develop his magic, his magic at a young age was comparable to or even surpassed many adult wizards, plus the gifted Disarming Spell -

Crude, but useful.

…

Saturday, abandoned classroom on the fourth floor.

"The last training session was too rushed, and it ended with a brief explanation of the duel between Potter and Weasley..."

Professor McGonagall waved her hand, motioning them to stand in front and get to know Graves of Ilvermorny, and then greeted Principal Fontana opposite.

Loren, who was forced to get up early on weekends, had his eyelids drooped. Why did he have to be dragged along for the Warriors exchange training?

Hermione tugged at his sleeve to prevent him from yawning in front of others, which would be too rude.

"Ilvermorny, Pickley Graves, nice to meet you."

"Gryffindor, Hermione Granger."

"Loren Morgan..."

"Ron Weasley, we are all from Gryffindor, and Principal McGonagall is our dean."

There was no twists and turns in the communication between the young people. They just greeted each other and introduced themselves a few words before they knew each other.

Graves had a friendly smile on his face. Boot had already found out about the three friends of the warrior Harry Potter:

This girl has excellent grades in Transfiguration and Charms. The boy with black hair and black eyes is the boyfriend of the top student in the grade. He is good at potions. The red-haired boy is named Weasley, the younger brother of the twins, and his grades are average.

They had wonderful adventures with Harry, fighting trolls, dark wizards, and blind basilisks. His dueling ability should be good, but after all, he is three years younger than him...

Professor McGonagall next to him had finished the greetings, thought for a while and said, "So, let's put the warrior duel behind us, and let the two Loren and Pickley demonstrate first. What do you think?"

Principal Fontana nodded with a smile: "I will listen to Professor McGonagall's arrangements."

Loren scratched his head and stood in the open space in the middle of the classroom with Graves, standing opposite each other, ready to practice.

Professor McGonagall said softly, "This is just a training exercise. Don't be obsessed with winning. If you have any ideas for fighting, you can try them out... Exquisite spell alternation skills, simple and direct forced wrestling, and even punching forward with clever postures and movements are all part of the battle."

"Don't be restrained."

"..."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall!" Graves answered confidently.

He has made sufficient preparations. His mind is full of exquisite Transfiguration scenes, clever spell coordination, and even some magic that can only be learned and mastered by senior students.

Harry and Ron showed expressions of watching a good show.

Loren smiled. He could feel the enthusiasm of the other side from several body positions away. It seems that this senior from Ilvermorny has many ideas that he wants to try.

"Get ready!"