Chapter 459 Draco's Frustration, Unexpected Exposure (1/2)

Chapter 459 Draco's frustration, unexpected exposure

"Pass? Barely?" Draco was immediately amused and said unconvincedly: "Isn't this evaluation too perfunctory? I succeeded!"

"Yes! Senior." Xilin was also a little puzzled, "I don't see where Malfoy did wrong."

"It took too long." Aaron said lightly, "If it was an ordinary exam, I could give him an O (excellent) evaluation for the disarming spell just now, but if it was put in a real battle, the few seconds before he cast the spell would be enough to die several times."

Draco was unable to refute and said weakly: "Can you do it again?"

"Yes." Aaron raised his wand lightly, and the stone sword returned to the hands of the statue.

"Expelliarmus."

Draco did not hesitate this time and recited the spell decisively.

A green light hit the statue, and the stone sword fell to the floor again.

"There will be no problem this time!" Draco asked confidently.

"It's indeed a little better than before, 75 points."

"Only 75." Draco frowned tightly, "I don't accept it, give me a reason."

Aaron pointed at the statue, "First of all, your training target won't move, and secondly, he won't fight back. These two things make the full score of this test drop to 80 points."

Draco felt a little better, "What about the other five points?"

"The other five points are deducted for your attitude." Aaron said very bluntly, "You can use the Disarming Spell in the second grade. I don't understand why you are so complacent."

Draco was speechless and returned to his seat silently.

Aaron restored the statue, and then winked at Celine, "It's your turn."

Celine walked forward and carefully drew out her wand, "Disarm you."

Bang!

I don't know if it was too nervous, the spell brushed the statue's shoulder and flew out, and the long sword in its hand did not fall out of its hand, but just trembled slightly and returned to its original state.

"Obviously, failed." Aaron said lightly.

"Sorry." Xilin lowered her head in embarrassment, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, senior."

"Don't say that, I don't like it.

You don't have to belittle yourself. You did use the Disarming Spell just now, but the accuracy was a little off."

"But I didn't hit it after all."

"The Disarming Spell is not very difficult, but no more than half of the people in Hogwarts can use it." Aaron looked at the aggrieved little fan girl and comforted her slowly, "At least Crabbe and Goyle's Disarming Spell is not as good as yours."

"That's right. Really, the two of them are not very good at using the Disarming Charm, and they can throw their wands out. "

"Who wants to compete with them?" Xilin said unhappily, "If you want to compete, you should compete with the seniors."

"You can't beat me." Aaron said with a smile, "But it's still very good to have this awareness.

Go on! You have to practice your Disarming Charm well."

"Expelliarmus."

"Expelliarmus."

After using the spell twice in a row, she finally got the feeling and knocked down the long sword in the hand of the stone statue.

"You can master the Disarming Charm in a short time, you are worthy of being the genius I chose!" Aaron said with satisfaction, such students are the easiest to teach.

"It's far worse than me." Draco chuckled.

"If you can't even beat the fourth grade, then your parents' pure-blood genes are really wasted." Aaron shook his head speechlessly, and then conjured up another stone statue.

"I'll give you 20 minutes to get familiar with this spell, and then we'll start the next phase of training in 20 minutes.

It's best to be mentally prepared for a two-person fight. If you're careless... it'll hurt."

Draco and Celine looked at each other, as if they could see a flame flashing in each other's eyes.

Each of them occupied a quarter of the classroom, and they practiced the disarming spell with their backs to each other.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The sound of stone swords falling to the ground came one after another, and Aaron kept helping them repair the stone statues for training without any pause.

Twenty minutes later, Aaron waved his wand, and the two stone statues disappeared.

A vertical line was drawn in the middle of the classroom, separating the two.

"Informal wizard duel, no bowing is required.

The rule is that you can only use the disarming spell, you can dodge within a limited range, and if one party's weapon falls out of hand, the other party cannot continue to attack."

"Understood." Celine said.

Draco also nodded seriously, but he was more nervous.

There is nothing to brag about if the fifth graders beat the fourth graders, but if they lose, it will be a huge loss of face.

"Ready, go."

Draco took the lead, and the green spell hit Celine's face.

The next moment, a figure stepped back several steps, and a brown wand fell to the ground.

"It's not difficult at all." Draco said.

"This is the victory of the first round." Aaron wrote one to zero on the blackboard, then looked at Celine, "Do you need a break?"

"No."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.

After all, he wanted an excellent student, not a fragile vase.

If he interrupted the training because of this minor injury that was not even a skin break, then he should doubt his own vision.

Soon the second round began, without any surprise, Celine's wand was knocked down.

"Two to zero." Aaron waved his wand, and the score on the blackboard changed.

"Do you need a break?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"No."

"Then continue."

......

Celine got up from the floor in a mess. She was hit by the disarming spell more than 30 times in more than an hour. She was a girl and she really couldn't bear it.

Draco on the opposite side was not doing well either. He didn't have a bruised face, but his face was a little scary.

He thought it would be easy to beat a fourth-year witch, but he was furious when he saw the ratio of nearly five to one on the blackboard.

He was a noble Malfoy, but he was defeated seven or eight times by a little witch who was of the same blood and one year younger than him. It would make people laugh if they told others about it.

One or two times can be explained by coincidence, but seven or eight times can't be explained by coincidence.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Aaron applauded, "Very good performance, especially Celine, it's beyond my expectations."

Celine scratched her head embarrassedly, "It's all because of the good teaching of the senior."

"Today's training ends here, and we will practice the barrier spell next week."

"Yes, I will definitely learn this spell within a week." Celine promised solemnly.

"It doesn't matter if you can't learn it. I guess I will be a temporary teacher for a long time. If you learn too fast, I will have nothing to teach."

Celine left the Potions classroom happily. Aaron restored the venue and all the tables and chairs returned to their original positions.

"How do you feel?" Aaron teased, "Do you feel a strong sense of frustration?"

Draco nodded reluctantly, "Is she really from an ordinary wizard family?"

"This is the prejudice of your Malfoy family.

Bloodline does have a bonus in terms of talent, but bloodline does not represent everything." Aaron said seriously, "Celine's background is ordinary, but in the past hour or so, she has gone from passively taking beatings to dodging attacks and barely counterattacking, so that even Malfoy feels exhausted.

It sounds easy to make progress in battle, but there are not many things that can be done, at least in this You can't compare to her in this respect.

Hermione is a Muggle, but her academic performance has always been better than yours, and she has mastered many practical spells.

Ron and Neville are pure blood, but their waste of talent is even more exaggerated than yours. "

Draco was silent for a moment, and then said seriously: "I am sure I can't even compare to them."

"Then you have to work hard, set a small goal first, and defeat Harry Potter."

Draco:......

......

The second task has officially entered the starting stage, and Aaron feels much more relaxed.

Take out two hours of teaching time every week, and you can get a salary of 500 magic points at the end of this school year. In general, it is still very profitable.

Aaron's school life is back on track. In addition to signing in and attending classes every day, he practices magic circles and steadily improves his own strength.

But this peaceful life did not last long. A few days later, Harry and the other two blocked him in the library.

"Have you ever considered the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Hermione asked again.

Huh!

Aaron sighed helplessly. He didn't expect these three to be so persistent and never give up.

"Well... you may be disappointed.

If you don't understand something, you can ask me, but I won't be a teacher. It's too tiring."

"Don't take your kind of thing." Ron complained, "You'd rather teach Slytherin than us?"

"Who told you?" Aaron frowned slightly. In addition to Draco and Celine, only a few professors knew about this.

Draco and Celine would definitely not say anything; Professor McGonagall would definitely keep it a secret for him. If this matter got out, maybe other people would follow suit, and then it would be difficult for her as the vice-headmaster; Umbridge was even less likely, as this would have a certain impact on her authority; but it couldn't be Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick, right?

While Aaron was thinking, Hermione suddenly asked, "Just tell us if this is true?"

"I am the prefect of Slytherin. It is not wrong to teach one or two students!"

"Okay! Then let me put it another way.

Would you rather teach Malfoy than us?"

"Draco told you?" Aaron looked at the three of them suspiciously. He didn't think Draco would be stupid enough to spread such a thing everywhere.

"Malfoy is quite arrogant, but it's really not him who told us the secret." Harry said with a complicated expression, "You know him. He likes to see us curious but helpless. How could he tell us this?"

The three looked at each other and fell into a brief silence.

"You may not believe it when I tell you." Ron said in embarrassment, "It was Dobby."

"Impossible, he is just a house elf, how could he know?"

"That can only mean that you underestimate house elves." Hermione said unhappily, "Dobby had to clean the school. When he passed by Professor McGonagall's office, he happened to hear the conversation between Umbridge and Professor McGonagall. The old witch was very dissatisfied with you teaching other students to practice spells without permission!

Dobby thought Umbridge would find a way to target you, but he couldn't enter the Slytherin common room, so he found Harry and asked him to help inform you to be more careful."

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and billions of horses galloped through his heart.

The image of a weak, pitiful and helpless house elf emerged in his mind, but he tore it into pieces the next moment.

Isn't this meddling in other people's business?

What can Umbridge do if she is unhappy with him? She still can't do anything to him.

But these three are different. Their lethality is much stronger than that of the senior inquisitors, second only to Voldemort.

"So do you have anything to explain?" Hermione asked coldly.

"Ah this..."

A flash of embarrassment flashed across Aaron's face. He knew in his heart that it would be difficult to refuse this time. Who made him wrong?

"Are you willing to teach us?" Harry asked seriously, "If you don't want to, forget it. We can try to find a way ourselves."

"Well..." Aaron pursed his lips and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Actually, it's not impossible."

"That means you agree." Ron said with some surprise.

Aaron nodded. Since he has already taught two, it shouldn't be a big deal to teach three more!

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all have good talents, so it won't be too difficult to teach them.

"Great, I knew you would agree." Hermione said excitedly.

Aaron was about to say something, but she continued, "Since you have agreed, there is something I should tell you, but you can't lose your temper."

"You tell me first, and then I'll decide whether to lose your temper."

"You have been teaching two Slytherins for almost two weeks."

"I only taught one class." Aaron explained, "Okay! I won't lose my temper."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and Harry and Ron were also relieved.

"That's right, we think that as long as anyone wants to learn, we should not refuse them.

The magic world is not safe now, we should have the ability to protect ourselves, right!"

"Haha!"

"Do you think I'm wrong?" Hermione said with an unhappy face.

Aaron smiled but said nothing, he didn't think this ability could be improved through the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

If the last year of classes could have helped fight Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Dumbledore would have taken action long ago, and not so many people would have died in the last wizard war.

"Tell me the truth! How many people did you find?"

"It's not certain yet, and we haven't looked for them, but it's definitely not many." Harry said firmly, "You know, there are not many people who believe that the Dark Lord will come back. Even my roommates, except Neville and Ron, think I'm a liar."

Aaron nodded in disbelief, and then said, "How many people can there be?"

"Three or five would be ideal." Hermione said thoughtfully, "This is still under your teaching. If it were Harry, I'm afraid no one would come."

Harry Potter:......

Don't I have face?