Chapter 710: It only Takes One Night to Cure Brain Damage
The second day of school after the Easter holidays.
The drizzle outside the window is still pattering, whether it is hot or cold, and you can smell the moist and fresh air at any time when you open the window, which is refreshing and pleasant.
The water level of the Black Lake seems to have risen slightly. According to students in the Herbology and Magical Creatures Care classes, the lawns on the field and the ground outside the Forbidden Forest have become swollen with water. When you step in, the mud sticks to the soles of your shoes, and it takes a lot of effort to pull them out. .
After breakfast, Loren and Hermione went to the Charms classroom.
The progress of the advanced Charms class is faster, with only a few thin pages left in the textbook. Based on the previous lecture speed, it is estimated that Professor Flitwick will finish teaching the new content within this week and enter the final review stage.
Students entered the classroom one after another to fill the seats, still in their original positions, surrounded by familiar faces. Before the school bell rang and Professor Flitwick had not arrived, the students exchanged news about recent events, focusing on gossip about the Ministry of Magic and the mysterious man.
Except for the news that the Apparition exam will be held in a week, the rest are all false rumors, but they are indeed interesting.
"My cousin works in the Legal Enforcement Department. I heard that the Ministry of Magic has suffered heavy losses this time, especially the civil service department. They will expand their recruitment in the next two years!" A young Hufflepuff wizard said solemnly, People nearby asked for details.
“Which departments are expanding their enrollment?”
"Legal Enforcement Department, Magical Transportation Department, International Affairs Cooperation Department...except for the Auror Office, all other departments have recruitment plans."
“Will the grade requirements be lowered?”
“It might be lower this year, but we don’t graduate until next year.”
"Do we really want to work in the Ministry of Magic?" A Slytherin student suddenly asked, "The mysterious man is only dormant temporarily and has not completely fallen. If there is another war, these new staff will also become losses. part of it.”
"..."
The nearby students suddenly fell silent, and couldn't help but begin to think about the slightly cruel reality.
Loren looked back noncommittally and did not participate in the discussion.
When Voldemort raided the Ministry of Magic last time, not all employees survived and participated in the subsequent prisoner exchange. Some employees and officials were directly killed, which created a vacancy.
This also means that the previously stable bureaucracy of the Ministry of Magic has been impacted. It is short of manpower and talents. Staff who have joined in recent years may be able to be promoted quickly based on their own abilities. Old staff have spent more than ten or even decades on the road to merit and qualifications. , they may be able to finish it in a few years.
Objectively speaking, risks and benefits always coexist.
There were still ten minutes left before the bell rang. Harry and the professor walked into the classroom. The bandages on his head had been removed. There were no visible dents or bulges on the surface of his head. Except for his eyes, which were still a little dazed, there was an occasional silly smile on his face. , there seems to be no problem.
Loren and the others cast curious glances at him as he came to sit down. Ron hesitated and asked cautiously: "Harry, how do you feel?"
"It's okay." Harry shook his head, not sure if he was shaking his head or showing that his head was healed.
Ron immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Madam Pomfrey's medical skills were superb and it only took one night to treat a brain defect.
At this time, Hermione asked aloud: "Are you and Ginny still having trouble? I didn't see her this morning."
"No, we had breakfast together in the school doctor's office."
"What about last night? Parvati said she went back to the common room until lights out."
"last night……"
Harry didn't know what he thought of, he raised his hand and touched his face, his eyes became dazed again, and he giggled while sitting in his seat. "..."
I got up early in the morning to go to class and sat in the classroom, but for no reason I was sprinkled with dog food.
Hermione and Loren looked away silently.
At the front of the classroom, Professor Flitwick put down his textbook, chatted with the students in the front row for a few words, and then asked the prefects to collect their homework. A few stacks of papers were collected, and the class bell rang. The professor stood on his stool and began to lecture:
"I hope the Easter holidays haven't made you forget what you learned, but I doubt it because I hear hollow echoes coming from some heads."
A burst of cheerful laughter broke out in the classroom.
This is a technique used by senior professors to mobilize the atmosphere in the classroom and quickly focus students' attention on the class. Professor Flitwick waited for the laughter to pass and said with a smile:
"Let's see who has the empty head. Can anyone tell me what we covered in the last lesson before the holiday?"
The audience suddenly fell silent, and the students suppressed their smiles and silently avoided the professor's patrolling eyes.
Except for a certain know-it-all lady.
Loren's expression was calm and unhurried. He still remembered the content of the previous class, so it didn't matter if he was picked on.
His attention was on Harry next to him. This classmate had a dazed expression, his eyes were distracted, and he had a silly smile on his lips. He was obviously still immersed in good memories. But this man had a standard sitting posture, looking straight ahead, with his back straight, and he looked like he was about to suffer disaster at a glance.
Half a minute later, Harry heard his name in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he saw everyone in the classroom looking at him, especially Professor Flitwick at the front.
Ron, his deskmate, winked at him and pointed to the title on the brand new page.
"..."
Harry was a little silent, he didn't even know what the question was.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't get a good rest last night, I couldn't concentrate, and I just got distracted."
Professor Flitwick knew that he was injured and hospitalized yesterday, so he didn't say much. He waved his hand to signal him to sit down. "Next, we will continue to study the influence of ancient magic on current mainstream magic. So, let's first look at the classic fire spell. This is not only a spell of wizards, but also the starting point of human civilization. In the long course of history, fire is used to drive away wild beasts, resist the cold, and roast food...
"We have reason to believe that fire magic may be the first magic to be mastered."
"Some alchemy scholars understand the world with the four-element system of "earth, fire, water and wind", which is also inspiring for us to understand ancient magic. I believe that the first wizards thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago must have drawn inspiration from nature and created corresponding magic. Wildfires caused by lightning or flames, floods caused by long rainy seasons, hurricanes sweeping across settlements, and earthquakes tearing the earth apart...
"In order to survive and reproduce in harsh environments, ancient magic is often more extreme and powerful than imagined, but the price is that it is difficult to practice, easy to get out of control, and highly dangerous... As our living environment gradually stabilizes, dangerous and complex ancient magic gradually disappears in the history of magic, and only a few spells have been passed down to the present because of unique application needs.
"For example, the Patronus Charm, dear students, try to imagine that if the Dementors suddenly disappeared overnight, who would be willing to learn such a magic door with complex principles, difficult practice, and a long learning cycle?"
"..."
The classroom echoed with the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching the paper. Loren rested his chin on the book and followed Professor Flitwick's slightly shrill but sonorous and passionate voice, casting his thoughts on the magic world countless years ago.
The drizzling rain outside the window stopped at some point, and the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.
The sky seemed to have been washed by water, a clear blue.