The Return to Hogwarts

"You've fixed it, Professor Blaine!"

Ron's eyes gleamed as he exclaimed in awe, "I've asked many people, and they all tell me this wand is completely ruined!"

“Those people’s assessments are not wrong, Mr. Weasley.”

Amostella examined Ron's wand carefully, and after a while, he smiled in response.

"A wand is a very delicate alchemical tool. Although I forcibly restored this wand to its original state using magic, I still cannot repair the internal damage. For now, you can use it for the time being, but you should know that it won't last long. So I still suggest that you go to Ollivanders during the summer vacation to get a new one."

Despite what Amosta said, Ron still looked delighted.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The demonstration began. Although casting a spell in front of so many people was something Ron had never experienced before, Professor Blaine, Harry, and Hermione's encouragement gave him a lot of confidence.

After several tense attempts, Ron managed to keep the feathers that Professor Blaine had conjured floating shakily in mid-air.

“Very good, Mr. Weasley, a very successful levitation charm--”

Amostella clapped her hands and smiled, "Now, try injecting even more magic."

Many people looked surprised, because they remembered that Professor Flitwick had clearly stated when teaching them this spell that they needed to control the output of their magic, otherwise—

boom!

After a loud bang, feathers exploded into a shower of fluff, which landed on Ron's face, who was completely bewildered.

“Very well, Mr. Weasley, you’ve earned two points for Gryffindor—now, it’s time to show you mine.”

Amostella first dismissed Ron, then, after calmly responding to the gazes of all the young wizards, he slowly raised his arm, gave a low shout, and his wrist suddenly vibrated.

"Candid Leviosa!"

Clang!

The fragile, limp feathers suddenly burst forth with a crisp, metallic clang, as if they had transformed into an indestructible blade!

"Let me show you what my levitation spell can do—"

Amosta suddenly raised his arm, and a beam of white light shot out like lightning, instantly rushing towards a large metal chandelier weighing over a thousand pounds with an antique and exquisite design above the auditorium!

call!

Suddenly, a gust of evil wind swept through the auditorium, and white light flashed rapidly inside and outside the metal frame of the chandelier. Before anyone could react, it returned to Professor Blaine's palm!

Buzz!

"Professor, run! The light is going to fall!"

Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff was the first to pull her horrified gaze away. At her shrill scream, all the young wizards scattered to the outskirts, letting out terrified screams at Amostall as they fled!

"Hehe--"

Amosta laughed at the amusing scene before him. Just before the metal frame, imbued with immense force, was about to smash him into a pulp, he calmly waved his wand again. As if time had reversed, the metal chandelier rearranged itself in mid-air and hung itself back from the ceiling of the auditorium.

“A powerful spell is right beside us, Mr. Sabini,”

Amosta strode gracefully to the edge of the platform. He gazed at Bres Sabini, who was struggling beneath Crabbe, and smiled gently.

"Now, do you understand this principle?"

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Chapter 48 Professor Blaine's First Lesson (Part 2)

The second period on Thursday morning is Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which combines the classes of grades five, six, and seven, and the teaching location is still the Great Hall.

Amosta has something special to tell these senior students who have already received some defensive training and are about to graduate.

"--Defense techniques only work when the strength is equal or similar. For example, even if I were to recite all the knowledge I have about duels and defense, you would still be unlikely to last more than three seconds in front of Headmaster Dumbledore!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the upperclassmen below. Percy Weasley's girlfriend, Penelope Crivart of Ravenclaw, raised her hand and asked curiously.

"And what about you, Professor Blaine? Can you defeat Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Don't ask such embarrassing questions, Miss Krivat!" Amosta pursed her lips, smiled, and turned to walk away.

"Among wizards of different schools who receive traditional magical education, there is a way to classify strength, which I think you can learn from and refer to."

The auditorium was completely silent, with over two hundred pairs of eyes, gleaming with curiosity, fixed on Professor Blaine, who was speaking eloquently.

"--As you all know, some traditional schools of wizards still train their successors in a one-on-one or one-to-several-person model. According to ancient tradition, they call young wizards who are still receiving popular magic education 'wizard apprentices'. In comparison, the peak period for wizard apprentices should be young wizards who have obtained more than four certificates in the OWLS exams of modern magic education."

The young wizards were immediately delighted, as almost all the students here could reach this level. However, Professor Blaine's next comment dampened their spirits.

"The prerequisite is obtaining this certificate with excellent grades--"

Percy, beaming with pride, held his head high. He was the only person at Hogwarts to have earned the OWLS certificate with straight A's in all twelve subjects. Undoubtedly, his overall level had surpassed that of a wizard apprentice.

"So what's next, Professor? What comes after the Wizard Apprentice?"

Amosta's novel approach piqued everyone's interest, and for the first time in class, the academically challenged Marcus was eager to learn about a subject.

“Next up, of course, are the formal wizards, Flint,”

Amosta didn't keep them in suspense and said directly,

"But the range of wizards at this level is vast. Compared to modern magic education, it's from qualified OWLS level students to... well,"

Amostella pondered for a moment, then said with some uncertainty, "As for the upper limit, it's probably around the level of a magical elite Auror. Sorry, that might not be the most accurate description, because it's not a systematic classification."

No one cared about Professor Blaine's apology; they just wanted to know more. In particular, the young wizards with elders working at the Ministry of Magic who knew just how formidable the elite Aurors were were practically begging to rush onto the stage and pry Professor Blaine's mouth open.

"Go on, Professor!"

Percy, who had already been proven to be a formal wizard, forgot to maintain his prefectural demeanor and stared at Amosta with wide eyes.

"The pinnacle of formal wizarding is probably the upper limit of achievement that most people who study magic can reach in their lifetime. Beyond that, it is basically not a region that ordinary people can reach. In the ancient kingdom, only those who are exceptionally talented and lucky can forge their own unique path in magic, and they will be appointed by the royal family as 'court wizards'."

Court Wizard!

The young wizards whispered excitedly, their discussions reaching a fever pitch. Many of them swore with certainty that, according to Professor Blaine, one of their elders was a 'court wizard'!

"Professor Snape's potion-making skills, Professor McGonagall's transfiguration skills, Professor Flitwick's skillful use of modern standard spells, and Professor Sprout's extensive knowledge of herbs—in ancient times, these were all at a level that would have earned them the title of court wizards!"

Professor Blaine, with a smile on his face, slapped a sentence that pushed the heated discussion in the auditorium to an even higher level, and it continued for nearly ten minutes without stopping!

But gradually, the discussion veered in a direction that Amosta did not want to see. Each student wizard believed that their headmaster was the rightful court wizard, but they were quite dismissive of the other three houses.

Severus Snape was the one who received the most criticism.

People from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff were all whispering that Snape, who only stayed in the basement boiling water, was not worthy of the glorious title of 'court wizard'!

This infuriated the young Slytherin wizard. The towering Flint stood like a wall in front of all the Slytherins, fully displaying his excellent playing style on the Quidditch pitch. He stepped onto his table and glared fiercely at those who questioned Slytherin, as if he were ready to pounce on them and tear them to pieces at any moment!

"Flint, get off the table before I lose my temper."

Amosta's calm and composed tone instantly silenced the previously aggressive Marcus, who obediently got off the table and sincerely apologized to Amosta.

"I'm telling you all this so that you have a basic understanding that when you encounter danger in the future, you shouldn't blindly and foolishly launch a fearless charge against a powerful wizard who is far stronger than you. I'm not telling you to start a fight."

Now, the young wizards suddenly discovered that, in addition to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, there was another wizard at Hogwarts with the ability to command respect without anger!

After silencing everyone with his deep, unfathomable gaze, Amostah nodded in satisfaction. "Now, I think we should continue our previous topic and discuss in detail how to take down a werewolf that goes berserk upon seeing a full moon. It's actually very simple; you just need to..."

"Professor Blaine—"

Just then, Miss Crevatt, who had previously asked Amostella if she could defeat Dumbledore, raised her hand again.

"Any further questions, Miss Krivat?"

Amosta strolled over to the group of Ravenclaw students, looked at her gently, and already guessed what this inquisitive Ravenclaw wanted to ask.

“You haven’t finished speaking yet, Professor Blaine.”

In the midst of the chaos, Penelope, who had been stepped on several times, was indeed quite adorable as she rubbed her ankle under her desk and muttered to herself. At least, Percy in the Gryffindor square looked like his heart was melting.

"Wizard apprentice, professional wizard, court wizard. What's next, professor? Is there anything else?"

"Oh!"

Amostella pretended to have just remembered the incident, gazing at the audience with a strange smile, his eyes darting back and forth as if deliberately teasing the young wizards.

"Sorry, I forgot. There is indeed one more."

Then hurry up and tell me!

Amosta read this sentence in the eyes of many people.

The school bell had already rung, and the sound of hundreds of people stomping on the floorboards could be heard from the ceiling of the auditorium. Some of the faster young wizards were already standing on the second-floor railing, looking down.

Hurry up and tell me, Professor, get out of class is already over!

The young wizards in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class were no longer satisfied with expressing their eagerness with their eyes; they all stood up and urged them on in quiet voices.

At this moment, the crowd gathered on the second floor automatically dispersed, and Albus Dumbledore, who was eating very enthusiastically, appeared on the marble steps with a beaming smile.

"saint--"

Amosta looked up and nodded to Dumbledore, returning the gesture with a smile.

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