Chapter 489 Potions Class

"Now you are divided into groups of two," Snape continued. "One of you will try to cast a curse on the other, but must not say it aloud. The other will try to repel the curse, also without speaking aloud. let's start."

Snape didn't know that last semester Hermione and Owen had taught half of the class (those who had been members of the D.A.) how to cast silent and wandless spells, mainly learning the Silent and Wandless Iron Armor Charm.

This spell is the most commonly used defensive spell, and it is particularly valuable to master silently and without a wand compared to other spells.

For most young wizards, the Silent Iron Armor Spell may still be successful, but it is too difficult to cast a spell without a wand.

At this stage, except for Hermione, no one in the D.A. has truly mastered the skill of casting spells without a wand.

One can imagine how funny the next Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom will be.

Many little wizards stood there, holding their wands but not raising them, and they all looked at their 'opponents' angrily.

He chanted a spell loudly, and for a moment it was like walking into a vegetable market, with random roars coming and going. Unfortunately, few people could successfully cast the spell.

Among the crowd, Hermione was the only one who neither waved her staff nor chanted a curse. She looked at Neville, and three seconds later, a weak leg curse hit him.

Such a 'miracle' attracted the attention of many young wizards. What an amazing achievement. The Gryffindors looked at Snape. If it were any reasonable, objective and fair professor, they would give Gryffindor more praise. Twenty points.

But Snape just pretended not to see it.

When the students were practicing, he dragged his robes and patrolled among them, like before, like a giant bat, and deliberately stopped to watch Harry and Ron practicing with difficulty.

To be honest, if it was a levitation spell, Harry might actually be able to cast it successfully.

But perhaps because he was just stimulated by Snape's words, Harry wanted to prove himself. He wanted to cast a disarming spell on Ron without a wand.

However, the difficulty of casting this spell is too high.

He stared at Ron for a long time, but did nothing.

"That's really bad! Bad!" Snape looked at it for a while and said, "Are you planning to cast a spell with your eyes?"

"Get out of the way - I'll do it for you!"

Harry was so angry that he had forgotten that the most important thing in casting a spell without a wand was to keep his mind calm. The more irritable he was, the less likely he was to successfully cast the spell.

Maybe Snape did it on purpose.

But who can say anything?

His eyes shifted to Ron.

Ron's scalp went numb instantly. Under the gaze of those sinister eyes, he reacted almost instinctively, raised his wand and shouted: "Armor for protection!"

The next second, a red spell hit the invisible armor cast by Ron.

The red light outlined the appearance of the iron armor, and after a violent tremor, everything disappeared in an instant.

Well - a wonderful Iron Armor Curse that any fair professor here would have added to Gryffindor.

"Did you see that?" Snape glanced at Harry coldly, "Maybe you want to do it again?"

"No need!" Harry said angrily.

He felt that Snape was just showing off in front of him.

Also - as for this technique of not using a wand and then suddenly casting a spell, what's the use of just watching someone else demonstrate it?

At least you need to know the principles, and then try it over and over again.

Obviously - Snape would never have that kind of patience.

When Harry faced Ron again.

His eyes fell on Owen, who was hanging Justin in the air on a roller coaster.

Owen just sat on the table, smiling and staring at Justin in the air, watching him fly around on the horizontal arch on the ceiling.

My ears were filled with tragic screams.

If there is any impartial professor here

That will definitely deduct points for Hufflepuff! ! !

In the classroom, most people had actually noticed Owen for a long time, but everyone tacitly chose to skip it automatically.

After all - that's Owen!

No matter what he does, they won't be surprised.

Hermione noticed this too.

Regarding casting spells without a wand, although she mastered it, she was not proficient enough. She had to prepare for a few seconds and could not follow the flow.

She planned to go to Owen after class to practice.

Harry thought the same thing.

Most of the D.A. members in the classroom had the same intention.

In fact, what they don't know is that they are actually far better than ordinary wizards. You must know that the technique of casting spells without a wand is only taught in the seventh grade, and the silent spell is taught in the sixth grade.

Although these two techniques may sound similar, they are actually very different in difficulty.

The difference between a gun and a submachine gun.

If in the wizarding world, most Aurors can master the silent hitting technique, then wandless spell casting is something that only legendary wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald can fully control.

Ordinary wizards, as Snape said, may only be able to cast levitating spells without a wand for the rest of their lives.

But today's little wizards have begun to come into contact with this level of skills, which is unique in the past history of Hogwarts.

Snape really had nothing to teach the young wizard. Unless he could find a Death Eater to serve as a training partner for the young wizard, he would have reached the end in terms of spells alone. That's why he solved the wizard's final problem. 'Wandless Spell' was taken out.

After class, everyone left the classroom one after another.

In general, although Snape himself is annoying, it must be said that he did teach some useful things to the young wizards.

At least better than Quirrell, Lockhart and others.

"Hey - Owen, Hermione, and Harry. Will the D.A. hold a meeting this year?"

At the stairs, a Ravenclaw wizard ran over.

Owen knew him. He seemed to have a good relationship with Qiu Zhang. He was once her pursuer, but unfortunately lost to Cedric.

Now that Cedric has graduated, this guy won't think his chance has come, right?

Owen frowned. Although his relationship with Cedric was not very good, he was still the prefect of our Hufflepuff. The pretty boy in front of him wanted to steal our prefect's girl - hum - he has already got a way to die

He laughed and rubbed his fair and slender neck. Lazily said, "I don't want to work for free"

"Of course it's open." Hermione hurried forward and stood in front of Owen and said, "Although it was used to deal with Umbridge before, D.A. is also a study group. I know what you want to do. You want Owen to teach you the skills of wandless spellcasting!

Please wait a few days, we will discuss the time, and we will notify everyone of the meeting time in a few days."

"Oh-that's great." The boy's eyes lit up and looked at Hermione-then his eyes passed her and looked at Owen behind her. Just one glance, and then he quickly withdrew, "That-"

The boy suddenly became shy.

His face flushed visibly.

He hesitated for a long time before uttering a sentence, "Owen. Will. Will. We still be our teacher?"

A little witch subconsciously bit her back teeth, waved her hand, and pulled Owen to leave.

One step took a long distance, and after a few steps, her rather impatient tone came from afar, "Maybe!"

Harry and Ron followed.

Both of them had strange smiles on their faces.

In the corridor, Hermione took him for a long walk.

Outside the gate, the weather in September was really good.

The unique autumn wind of the Scottish Highlands blew the grass in the wilderness, surging like waves. In the distance, boys and girls were running like crazy on the grass, enjoying the rare good weather.

Everything was so beautiful, if it weren't for the black-robed figures that appeared from time to time in the castle and the wilderness, the Aurors in charge of defense would always remind them of the war that was not far away.

"Hey! Harry! Harry!"

Suddenly there was a hurried shout from behind.

Harry turned his head and saw Jack Sloper running over excitedly - he joined Gryffindor Quidditch last semester as a beater - he ran over in a hurry with a roll of parchment in his hand.

"For you--" Sloper said breathlessly, "Professor Dumbledore asked me to give this to you."

"Listen, I heard that you became the captain. When will the selection be held?"

"It hasn't been decided yet!" Harry said casually. In fact, he thought that the probability of Sloper returning to the team was not high. To be honest, there were many people in Gryffindor who flew better than him. Last semester, Angelina hosted the selection, and her standards were different from hers.

"Well, I was hoping for this weekend"

Harry basically didn't care what Sloper said.

After turning over the parchment in his hand, he recognized the handwriting on the paper at a glance.

The content was very simple, it was a notice.

-Dear Harry:

-I was going to teach you in person, but I met a very good teacher. Please go to Ravenclaw Tower after 8 o'clock in the evening, and Professor Flitwick will arrange for that teacher to meet you.

-Yours faithfully, Albus Dumbledore.

"Okay! I guess who it is?"

Harry read the letter and knew who Dumbledore had arranged for him.

"Obviously - it's easy to guess. She's the most relaxed." Owen shrugged.

"Better than Snape." Harry said, "Maybe I can learn some magic from the Far East. I heard that the magic world there is completely different from ours."

As he said that, Harry even looked forward to it.

Although Miss Zhang seemed to have some small conflicts with Owen, at least she looked very kind, often smiling, and she was very beautiful, wasn't she?

"I just feel that Dumbledore really knows how to exploit." Owen said in an angry tone, "He always makes the best use of everything and never wastes any manpower."

"Okay, stop making up stories about the headmaster." Hermione glared at Owen and said, "Isn't it just a few more classes for you!"

"???"

Owen widened his eyes and looked at her in disbelief, "How many classes are you talking about?"

"Well - it's indeed a little more." Hermione, who was a little embarrassed by Owen's look, quickly turned her eyes away, "Okay, I still have some questions about wandless spells, and I want to go to the library to find some information."

"Can't we take a break during our spare time?" Owen said weakly.

"No!" Hermione refused.

Then the two of them went to the library.

And Harry and Ron went back to the common room.

Prepare for the next potions class.

After a while.

The bell for the two potions classes in the afternoon rang.

They followed the familiar road to the underground classroom. For a long time that place was reserved for Snape, and the little wizards of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw would recall some terrible memories just by guessing those steps.

The other two houses would pass by on their way back to the dormitory, so the feeling was not so obvious.

Harry had never thought that he would see other professors in the underground classroom one day.

Perhaps this was good news.

There was a glimmer of light in the dark seabed.

Unlike Snape, Professor Slughorn was much more enthusiastic than him. Although he always looked at Owen and Hermione with a strange look, he was much better than a certain old bat.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the classroom, the door opened automatically.

The underground classroom also changed a lot. It was no longer cold and gloomy, with an unpleasant smell of potions. Instead, it was filled with a beige steam. The air smelled sweet and had a strange aroma. There were several golden crucibles on the podium in the front, and the liquid inside kept bubbling.

The little wizards had never smelled such a tempting smell.

Harry thought of honey pies, the smell of wood from a flying broom, and the fragrance of flowers that must have been smelled at the Burrow.

Owen also smelled some different smells. Unlike Harry, he smelled the light salty and wet smell of the sea, the mixed smell of thousands of magical plants in the greenhouse, and - a very faint rose scent with the smell of rain.

He suddenly stretched his hand to Hermione's cheek and sniffed.

"Hmm - that's the smell."

"Miss Granger's smell, a very faint rose smell."

Hermione blushed at Owen's action.

She actually smelled some different smells, which was a very cool lotus smell.

"Is this - a love potion?" As she had been in and out of the twins' prank workshop, she naturally knew what the pink steam was.

"To be precise, it's a strong love potion!" Owen reminded with a smile.

"The effect is much better than George and Fred's 'Wonderful Witch', but it's normal. After all, they want to sell it commercially. If precious materials are used, the cost will be too high."

"Why does he brew this kind of magic!" Hermione blushed slightly and looked at Slughorn in confusion.

"Who knows?"

Owen snorted, "The old tree has blossomed?"

"What?"

"I say, he is either a pervert or in love!"

Just as Owen was frantically making up stories about Slughorn because he had reported him.

The chubby old professor spoke, "Okay, okay, okay.

Students, please take out your scales, medicine bags, and don't forget to take out your Advanced Potion Making textbooks. Let's start this semester's potion class..."