Chapter 709: Change of Mindset

The drizzle will stop and the summer solstice has not yet arrived.

Loren and Hermione were sitting by the window in the second row of the classroom, with Harry and Ron behind them. It was already the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

The good news brought by the owl postmen spread throughout the school in just a few minutes. Almost all students knew the news that Voldemort was seriously injured and dormant. Their excitement and joy were beyond words. With such a mood, on the first day after the holiday, teaching The effect is surprisingly good.

There was a response to every word of the professor, students raised their hands enthusiastically to every question, and no one fell asleep even in the most boring history of magic course.

In mid-April, the school year is coming to an end, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has entered its final chapter—general-purpose spells to deal with dark magical creatures.

The title of this chapter seems to be the study of magic spells, but Professor Bagshot did not focus his teaching on superficial magic spell learning and skill practice. Instead, he guided students to think and establish a comprehensive, comprehensive and systematic way of thinking. First, By analyzing the characteristics of black magic creatures, they are classified, and then matched with the magic spells involved in this chapter to guide students to think about how to deal with them.

If the content in the textbook is a lot of skills, what Professor Bagshot talks about is a way of thinking.

For example, the most typical ghost-type black magic creature, the Dementor, does not have a touchable entity. It exerts influence on humans through magic and sucks emotions and souls through unique mouthparts. Therefore, conventional physical means and most magic are difficult to remove them. To fend off Dementors, let alone repel them.

For a long time, both textbooks and traditional concepts passed down by wizards have believed that only the Patronus Charm can have an impact on dementors, and the effect is significant.

This gave rise to another question, how should wizards deal with dark magical creatures such as dementors in a period before the Patronus Charm was born.

This leads to more questions. If a wizard does not learn the Patronus Charm in a targeted manner and is attacked by dementors in a wild environment, what else can a wizard do to increase his probability of survival besides giving up resistance.

This way of thinking about the magic of feature matching is to answer the above questions.

"From the analysis of the characteristics of Dementors, they do not have touchable entities. First of all, we exclude magic spells that can attack and protect from the physical level. When Dementors are close, it will cause the temperature to drop. Fire-type magic spells can be considered, even if it is not possible. Driving away dementors can also slow down the impact of cold on the body; the gathering of dementors in groups will generate fog, so strong light lighting spells can be considered..."

Grindelwald stood on the podium, with a kind of confidence in his calm voice, which deeply convinced the students.

The textbooks lie quietly on the table. The students have become accustomed to Professor Bagshot's teaching style. Most of the time, the textbooks are just furnishings in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The content taught by the professor is more profound and broader than what is in the book.

Occasionally, the content of Professor Bagshot's lectures will conflict with the textbook information. At this time, Professor Bagshot will stop and open the textbook to look at it, reasoning and argumentation line by line, and explain to the students why there are differences. In the end, the results may not be able to tell the difference. Wrong, it’s just that the views in the textbook are limited.

The rustling sound of the tip of the quill across the parchment was particularly clear. Grindelwald waited quietly for them to take notes before continuing: "We just analyzed the Dementors. Can anyone try to analyze the Inferi?"

There were a few more hands raised high in the classroom.

The students are in high spirits today.

The sudden silence brought Harry out of his trance. He looked at the backs of the two people at the table in front of him and felt the excitement. He sighed and his eyes became slack and dim again.

The excitement was theirs and he had nothing.

Grindelwald on the podium glanced at Miss Know-It-All and her deskmate. Although he tried his best to ignore it, the kid was still holding an overly long wand in his hand, looking impatient.

"..."

Grindelwald's eyes twitched slightly, and for the sake of the Elder Wand: "Loren Morgan."

"Okay, professor!" Loren's voice was light and serious, and he glanced at the professor with only his peripheral vision. "The Inferi is a corpse puppet awakened by a black wizard using black magic. It has no life, no consciousness, and a stun spell and a repelling spell. This type of conventional spells won't work. You should find a way to completely incapacitate them. Considering that the Inferi often appear in groups, it is best to use spells that cover a wide area and can attack multiple targets at the same time. In addition, The Inferi likes dark and humid environments. We can conclude that if there is any way to deal with the Inferi, powerful fire spells are the best solution."

The students in the class are already taking notes.

Grindelwald knew that this answer was quite comprehensive, and it could be said that the rules were clear and logical. However, this man's explanation was also mixed with gestures, so forget about gestures. The main reason was that he always held the ancient wand in his hand.

No matter how you look at it, it's all intentional.

Grindelwald glanced at him indifferently: "If you were still a fourth- and fifth-year student, this answer would be barely qualified, but now that the sixth grade is almost over, your analysis is still limited to the surface, and the countermeasures are also very limited. General, I really don’t know how you will take the ultimate wizard level exam next year.”

"..."

Loren silently expressed dissatisfaction in his heart.

The pen tips of the students stopped on the paper, and some did not dare to look into the professor's eyes. If their answers were barely qualified, their answers would probably be judged as trolls.

"You clearly know that the Inferi are dead corpses evoked by dark wizards, so why do you limit your attention to manipulated puppets?"

Grindelwald scanned the classroom: "I hope you remember that when encountering such a dangerous situation in the wild, you should immediately consider starting from the source, which is the dark wizard. If that doesn't work, then consider dealing with the Inferi group head-on.

"In addition, you need to have a clear understanding of your own strength. There are only a very small number of wizards with powerful magic and superb skills. Most people are unable to control a range of powerful fire spells, let alone use fire to deal with hordes. The dead body."

Loren was stunned for a moment, his heated mind slowly calmed down, and the excitement that had lasted all day began to subside.

When did this complacency begin?

Is it after defeating Voldemort or after getting the Elder Wand?

He couldn't remember clearly. Apparently that night he felt that the Elder Wand was inferior to his applewood wand...

Loren felt secretly lucky that such a legendary wizard who once held the Elder Wand was his professor.

Grindelwald saw him putting away the Elder Wand and replacing it with the original applewood one. "Who wants to try analyzing the Howling Banshee?"

"..."

This time, there were far fewer people raising their hands. Grindelwald called an old acquaintance: "Miss Granger."

"The Howling Banshee, also known as the Banshee, is a black magic creature in Ireland and Scotland. She usually looks like a woman wearing a cloak with a face like a skeleton. She cherishes her long hair very much and her skin is gray-white. She will appear at night. Glowing green. The cry of the banshee is similar to that of an adult mandrake. It can cause coma in mild cases, or be fatal in severe cases. When encountering a howling banshee at night, we can protect ourselves by blocking our hearing..."

"A bit rigid, but detailed enough. Five points from Gryffindor. Let me add a few points here..."

The students in the classroom picked up their pens and started taking notes. Several smart-minded students were confused. It was clear that the professor had added more to Hermione, so why did he get extra points?

Waiting for the students to stop writing, Grindelwald glanced at the clock on the wall. There was still half an hour left before get out of class ended:

"That's it for the theoretical part. Now let's practice the silent spell in groups."

"Good professor."

There was no longer a need for the professor to wave his magic wand. The students packed up their books, moved their desks to the wall, and made a clear space for practice. The classroom began to shine with the light of the magic spell.

There are dozens of students in the entire advanced class, and their progress in mastering the silent spell varies from fast to slow. The students with fast progress can already skillfully and quickly cast silent spells, while the students with slow progress can only cast out a few undernourished lights after half a minute. The usual Grind Wo always focuses on a few students who are making slow progress and provides targeted guidance.

However, this class was an exception, and it was very rare that the group ranked first in the class.

Loren and Hermione saw the professor approaching from the corner of their eyes. The spell-casting movements on their hands did not stop. They silently released the same spell at the same frequency without discussing it in advance. This was a tacit understanding between the two.

Bundles of bright lights collided together, blooming like fireworks. Watching silently as several people threw more than a dozen magic spells, Grindelwald stood next to Loren and said: "If you are used to the power of the Elder Wand, when you pick up an ordinary wand, there will often be a subtle gap. , you can quickly adjust and release these magic spells stably, which proves that you have complete control of your own magic and your basic skills are also very solid.”

Loren glanced at his expression quietly: "Has the professor had a similar experience?"

"You are more stable than me."

Grindelwald glanced at him sideways, "I was as young as you at the time. After getting the Elder Wand, I felt that the whole world belonged to me."

"..."

Loren and Hermione thought of the old wizard's past and the glorious achievements of the Wiccan Party, and wisely remained silent.

"Here are some practice methods, which are based on my experience. They can help you control this wand faster, instead of being driven by the wand and being carried away by the powerful power."

Loren listened quietly.

While several people were communicating in low voices, an exclamation suddenly broke out not far away.

"Harry! Harry! Are you okay? How are you? I didn't mean it. I never expected that you would be hit in the head by a repel spell!"

Ron's drake voice was particularly loud during the voice-changing stage, and he was half-crouched beside the unconscious Harry, shaking his head constantly.

When Grindelwald heard the content of his cry, he knew what was going on. He quickly walked over and pushed away Ron, who was in the way. He opened Harry's head and took a few looks: "It's just a broken skull. It's nothing. Let's bring some people to him." Go to the school doctor’s office.”

Ron followed the professor outside while crying: "I didn't mean it, professor, I really didn't expect that he would be hit by me."

"I know, he was distracted. I noticed it during class. His attention was not focused during the whole class. And with your dueling level, you definitely can't beat him..."

Ron paused for a moment, and then his cries became even more brutal.

"..."

Behind the crowd, Loren and Hermione looked at each other, blinked, and followed them while talking.

"What's wrong Harry, has he been acting strange since morning?"

"I must be missing my mother."

"That's good."

"Um?"

"Ginny suspected that he was cheating on her with Romilda Vanni, and she asked me to help observe."

"When did it happen?"

"Lunch time."

…

"Madam Pomfrey, how is he?"

"Don't worry, it's just a shattered skull."

"Is it serious?"

"It's not serious. I can fix it in no time. Just lie here for one night and make sure it doesn't affect your brain."

"When will Harry wake up?"

"Well... look, he's awake!"

Harry opened his eyes and saw a golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was a little scattered and the aperture was hazy. He wanted to see more clearly, but his head still hurt and he was dizzy, so he couldn't see clearly.

Before he could squint and look carefully, a cold hand had already opened his eyes. Madam Pomfrey's slightly blurry face came closer. She waved her other hand in front of her eyes and observed his pupil reaction: "Harry, can you hear me? What time is this?"

"..."

The tide-like sound faded, and Harry's pupils gradually focused. He slowly saw the people around the bed. Madam Pomfrey was dispensing medicine, Ron was behind her, Loren was flipping through the snack box at the end of the bed, and Hermione was standing next to him.

More importantly, there was a beautiful red-haired girl at the left bedside, with a slightly frowned brow full of worry.

"What happened?"

Harry didn't dare to look at Ginny's eyes. He sat up slowly and felt his head was unusually heavy. He raised his hand and touched a large circle of hard bandages.

Ron scratched his head, grinned, and didn't answer.

Loren tore open the packaging of the chocolate frog and whispered: "There was a little accident during the class practice. Do you remember it?"

Harry's head ached slightly, and many pictures flashed through his mind. The last memory was a light green light. He immediately opened his eyes and looked at the murderer. He was about to say something, but was pushed back on the pillow by Madam Pomfrey and poured a cup of strange-tasting medicine.

"Behave yourself, kid. Don't overexert yourself for a while." Pomfrey packed up the tray and stood up. Before leaving, he reminded several people, "Pay attention to the visiting hours. The patient needs quiet and rest."

Loren and Hermione were silent, exchanged a few glances quietly, quickly reached an agreement, and turned around and left without saying goodbye. Loren also reached out and grabbed Ron's collar and dragged him away.

The noisy ward immediately quieted down. Harry avoided the girl's gaze and quietly waited for her questioning. He was mentally prepared.

He waited for a long time but there was no sound. When he turned his head and looked over, the girl was taking a pillow from the bed next to him. She supported his shoulders and put the pillow behind him to make him feel more relaxed. Her movements were smooth and natural.

Then she picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water and handed it to him. Her beautiful and lively eyes looked straight at him:

"Do you want to eat something?"

Harry's nose was sour and he nodded heavily: "Yes!"