Chapter 465 Various Objective Factors, We Can't Hang Ourselves on One Tree (1/2)
Chapter 465 Various objective factors, can't hang on a tree
Seeing the light of hope in Ron's eyes, Aaron sympathized with him for a second and then decisively extinguished it, "Ahem! Wandless casting depends on talent."
"I think I should have this talent." Ron said without thinking, thinking about how many fans he would gain from wandless casting.
"Hehe!" Aaron couldn't complain about Ron's mysterious confidence, "I don't want to hit you, but including me and Dumbledore, there should be no more than five people who can cast wandless in Hogwarts.
Wandless casting has many disadvantages, it is difficult to control, and the accuracy is difficult to grasp.
You can easily cast the same spell with a wand, but the difficulty of wandless casting will increase several times or even dozens of times."
Hearing this, Ron fell silent.
It's not that he doesn't know himself. His casting level is hard to describe even with the help of a wand, not to mention the more difficult wandless casting.
"Since you have demonstrated it, does that mean we have a chance to learn wandless spellcasting?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Not really." Aaron shook his head, "I'm just giving you a little suggestion that you can use magic without a wand.
But I won't teach you this technique, maybe you can try to learn it later."
"Why?" Harry asked puzzled.
"Only powerful and skilled wizards can stably master difficult wandless spells, but now it seems that you even have problems with exams.
To put it bluntly, you haven't even learned the simple ones, and you want to master the difficult ones.
In addition, learning this skill takes a lot of time. Even low-level spells are very difficult to cast without a wand. I don't have the time to teach you these."
Harry:......
"Let's get back to the point." Aaron coughed, "The wand can reduce the difficulty of casting, and a powerful wand can even greatly increase the power of the spell.
In addition to using external objects to improve combat power, your own state is also very important.
Health or illness, excitement or weakness, anger or guilt can determine the victory or defeat of a battle."
"That...can you explain it in detail?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
"No problem." Aaron snapped his fingers, and the third blackboard appeared, with four different pictures on it: a cup with a straw and a faucet, a reservoir, a reservoir, and a rushing river.
"If you compare magic energy to a container, the process of using magic is the process of taking water from it.
The apprentice of a magician is the stage of magic riot. The magic cannot be completely controlled by oneself. There is little water in the container, and taking water and replenishing it are full of uncertainty like rainfall and evaporation.
Here we have to mention Muggles and Squibs. Muggles don't have containers, but Squibs do, but their containers are cracked, and the amount of replenishment will leak out, so they have some wizard abilities, but they can't use magic.
Magicians can control their own magic, but the weakest magic user at this stage is Like using a straw to suck water from a cup, the strongest is like using a tap to drain water from a water tank.
Magisters are stronger, using magic is like using a pump to draw water from a reservoir.
The Magister stage is another level, they use magic like opening the gates of a reservoir to release water.
And the Grand Magister is like a river, the higher the magic energy, the wider the river and the faster the flow.
As for the latter two, they are legendary existences, I will not elaborate here. "
As Aaron narrated, the thirty wizards sitting below were stunned, their hearts were surging, as if the door to a new world was opened.
Originally, there were a few wizards like Zacharias who were not very convinced of Aaron. He was powerful, but his teaching level might not be that good, but now they have no doubts.
Also common sense theoretical knowledge, what Aaron said was definitely several streets ahead of Umbridge, even Professor Lupin's was not as vivid and specific as his.
Seeing everyone concentrating, Aaron secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, it was a class of 30 people, and he didn't have much experience, but at least he managed to scare these arrogant students.
"Generally speaking, there is a clear gap between different levels of strength, and the gap becomes more obvious as time goes by, but powerful tools, rich combat experience and personal accumulation can make up for these gaps.
This makes it possible to challenge higher levels. A peak mage can fight with a great mage, and a peak great mage may not be unable to fight with a holy mage.
But if the gap is too huge, for example, the gap between a mage and a great mage cannot be made up by these, but..." Aaron paused and tapped the word that appeared on the blackboard with his wand: status.
"If your enemy is not in good condition, for example, after a big battle, his magic power is greatly consumed, or he is seriously injured and his strength is greatly reduced, then this gap may be crossed."
"Isn't this a bit..." Ron pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "It's a bit like taking advantage of someone's misfortune."
"Hahaha." Aaron couldn't help laughing, and looked at Ron with a trace of care for the mentally retarded, "I've already said that the enemy is in poor condition. Do you have any misunderstanding of the word 'enemy'?
In other words, if you encounter a Voldemort in the wild, but he is seriously injured and unconscious, will you immediately stab him with a knife, or wait for him to recover and then have a fair duel."
"Ah this..." Ron smiled awkwardly, "Just ignore what I said."
"Tsk!" Draco rolled his eyes, "You are worthy of being Weasley, you can say such an idiotic thing."
"Malfoy." Celine glared at him, "Don't forget what you promised."
"This is not a provocation, this is the truth." Draco said righteously.
"Slytherin will take advantage of others, but Gryffindor won't."
"Be careful, Potter." Draco gave Harry a playful smile, "The one standing on the podium is Slytherin."
Harry:......
"Okay." Aaron said lightly, "Although this is not a formal class, I don't care if you want to curse or fight, just hold it in.
Now listen carefully, understand?"
Draco and Harry's hearts skipped a beat, and they immediately nodded in agreement.
"Then there are pets." Aaron said a little embarrassedly, "Although it sounds a bit absurd, a powerful pet will play an important role in the battle."
Everyone was a little overwhelmed when they heard this. In their impression, pets are owls, toads, cats and dogs. If they join the battle between wizards, let alone help, it would be good if they are not torn to pieces.
But Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco all looked at Abe lying on the desk, without any doubt about this.
"Is this a bit exaggerated?" Fred and George said.
"Not an exaggeration, not at all." Harry pursed his lips and said, he had seen Abe's fighting posture, even now he was not absolutely sure to deal with it.
And that was a few years ago, he dared not imagine how powerful this dragon is now.
"Give me a simple example." Aaron snapped his fingers, and the image of Hagrid appeared on the blackboard, with countless pairs of red eyes behind him.
"I believe everyone knows this very well, Rubeus Hagrid, our forest keeper and professor of magical creature protection.
But you may not know that most of the magical animals in the Forbidden Forest are his pets. He also raised a three-headed dog as big as a house."
Everyone suddenly realized that it made sense if it was such a pet.
"The last point is luck." Aaron said very seriously, "It cannot be denied that luck is also a part of strength.
Just like the flashback spell I mentioned before, an ant can escape from a great magician with luck.
And there is also a way to improve luck in the magic world, that is a very precious potion, the Felixir.
If you really have to fight against evil forces one day, drink a sip of the Felixir before the battle begins, and the chance of survival can be increased by at least 20%."
As soon as the voice fell, several arms suddenly raised in the classroom.
"Susan." Aaron called out.
"That... the Felixir seems to be hard to buy, the kind that is in short supply."
"That's normal. If you don't need money urgently, no one will sell the potion that can improve luck." Aaron said, and then looked at the Gryffindor with the highest hand raised, "Angelina."
"If it can improve luck, then the Quidditch game is... uh, you know what I mean, right?"
Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. She remembered that Angelina was now the captain of the Gryffindor team, but this attitude made him a little surprised.
"Of course." Aaron said far-fetchedly, "The good luck brought by the Felixir is essentially to improve all aspects of ability, including social, magic, reaction, and thinking.
In addition, the Felixir can also reduce the ability to regulate emotions, allowing the user to enter an excellent state that is not affected by emotions.
With these buffs added to the body, the winning rate will definitely increase significantly."
"Great." Angelina laughed excitedly.
"You're so imaginative!" Draco curled his lips in disdain, "Drinking medicine is prohibited in real competitions, although Hogwarts is not so strict."
"Who said we were going to cheat?" Angelina couldn't stand it anymore, "I just think that if we have the Felicis Felix, we can definitely train more efficiently, and we don't have to worry too much about getting hurt."
"Really?" Draco looked at her suspiciously.
"Absolutely true."
"Maybe!" Draco raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and sneered, "It's not that I look down on you, even if you want to cheat with the Felicis Felix, you don't have the capital."
"You..." Angelina glared at him angrily, then looked at Aaron, "Is there anywhere I can get the Felicis Felix?"
"It's difficult." Aaron said bluntly, "It takes at least half a year to prepare, and the materials required are very rare.
Generally, only the master of potions can make it, and only one professor in Hogwarts may have it in stock. "
"Professor Snape?"
Angelina's face immediately fell. She didn't know whether Snape had the Felix Felicis, but even if he did, it would be impossible for Gryffindor to use it.
"Actually, there is no need to be so pessimistic. If you can gather the materials, I can also reluctantly make one for you." Aaron said lightly.
"Really?" Luna asked in doubt, "Can you make it?"
"Wait a minute."
Aaron patted Abe's head, woke it up from sleep, and then took out a small bottle of transparent solution from its pocket.
It was only about 100 milliliters, but everyone's eyes were on this small glass bottle, and occasionally the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.
"I want the materials just to improve my experience in making potions.
If you don't believe in my level, as long as you can collect enough materials, you can come to me to exchange for the finished product directly. After all, this thing is dispensable to me. ”
Everyone:......
“That’s all the common sense knowledge. If you have any questions, you’d better ask now, because I won’t answer your questions after today.”
The room suddenly became silent, and no one wanted to ask questions.
“Well, let’s start the class now.” Aaron took a deep breath, “First, the first spell, the Disarming Spell, raise your hands if you know it.”
All thirty people raised their right hands, but the lower-grade wizards raised their hands lower, obviously not very confident.
“Well... not bad.” Aaron nodded slightly, “But just knowing it is not enough, you need to master it.”
After the voice fell, the twenty-nine stone statues were evenly scattered in the room, but they had no weapons in their hands, just a branch similar to a wand.
“Harry, you can arrange for them to train, right?”
“Uh...” Harry was stunned for a moment before reacting, “Of course no problem.”
“Then you arrange for them to train the Disarming Spell.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I will give you half an hour to familiarize yourself with this spell. After half an hour, boys will practice with Draco or Harry, and girls will practice with Celine. You will have three chances. As long as you can disarm the opponent once, you will pass and can learn the next spell.
If you can't do it, then continue to practice the Disarming Spell. After another half an hour, find those qualified students to practice, and you will still have three chances. "
"Wait." Neville raised his hand weakly and asked timidly, "If you keep failing, do you have to practice the Disarming Spell all the time?"
Aaron's mouth twitched. You are a fifth-year wizard after all. Are you so unconfident?
"Of course not. I don't agree if you want to hang yourself on a tree!" Aaron pointed to the dozen spells on the first blackboard and said, "I said before that I don't expect you to know all of them. You won't have the opportunity to use these spells one by one in battle.
If you can't learn the Disarming Spell in one class, then two classes. If you feel that you have no chance with this spell in the third class, then change to another spell to learn.
It's okay to do it once or twice, but it's not worth it to do it three or four times. "
"Is that so? I have no problem with that. "
Aaron looked at the people who stood up and said earnestly: "As long as it's a class, there will be good students and bad students. I won't let the good students wait for the bad students to catch up with the learning progress. That's unfair to them.
So... I hope that some of you will prepare in advance, give up learning some spells, and find the spells you are good at to practice. Maybe the effect will be better. "