Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

In the Charms class on Tuesday, Professor Flitwick led everyone to review several important spells learned last year.

Fluorescent flickering, fluorescent extinction, Alaho opening, levitation spell, movement spell, etc.

Then the course of this school year began, "Who can tell me what spell I should use if I want to cut a piece of cloth? ...Mr. Davis!"

"Use a Cutting Charm, Professor. My mother once used it to trim an old robe."

"Yes, it is the Cutting Charm. Do you know how to use it, Mr. Davis?"

Roger Davis thought back, "Sorry Professor, I can't use it."

"It's okay, please take a seat Mr. Davis, we are going to learn it now."

Professor Flitwick stood tall to ensure that everyone could see him. "The spell for the Cutting Spell is: Difendu (break into pieces)! It is very simple to wave the wand, just draw it at the target like you are cutting something.

One point that needs to be emphasized is that this spell is somewhat dangerous and should never be used on a person or an animal.

All right, now everyone come up front and practice on these targets."

Everyone formed teams freely, four people in a group, and gathered in front of a wooden frame with a round wooden stake similar to a target on it.

Everyone waved their wands and took turns shouting, "Split into pieces," but most people's wands just flashed and sprayed out a few stars.

Cedric, Roger, Florence and a few others left some light marks on the target left by the kitchen knife.

It was Sainz's turn. He chanted the spell softly, controlled the strength, and left an axe mark on the wooden target. Professor Flitwick clapped his hands and gave him five points.

If Sainz didn't hold back, the wooden target would have been cut in half for sure.

The rest of the class time passed as everyone practiced.

The herbal medicine class in the afternoon was still about squeezing pus out of mature Babo tubers. After one night, many pustules that were not bright yesterday were bright today.

The students were obviously much more careful when operating today.

Because several students were careless in class yesterday, their arms were covered with abscesses by the time get out of class was over, and they were grimacing in pain.

This is not the end. In this situation, it is impossible to heal on their own, so they have no choice but to go to Madam Pomfrey for help.

Madam Pomfrey's medical skills were amazing. Everyone returned to normal before the Transfiguration class in the afternoon.

But looking at their cautious expressions, you can tell that the medicine in the school clinic must taste terrible.

After the Herbology class, everyone had fifteen minutes to rush back to the second floor of the castle to attend the only History of Magic class of the week.

History of Magic is the traditional sleep-in time for Hogwarts students. Five minutes into the class, some people start bowing their heads. Ten minutes after the class, a large number of people in the classroom have fallen asleep, including the Ravenclaw students.

Not to mention Adam Summers, a poor student at Hogwarts, who fell down the moment Professor Binns opened his mouth.

The roommates fell asleep so peacefully because they knew Sainz would take all the notes.

Professor Binns's even voice floated on the podium, "In the Middle Ages, non-magical members were particularly afraid of magic, but they lacked understanding of magic. At the instigation of the Muggle Church, they were keen on burning wizards or witches.

But most of the people who were burned to death by them were not real wizards, but another poor Muggle.

A real wizard or witch has many ways to protect themselves from being harmed by fire, and most of them chose the fire-condensing spell.

There was even a movement to get burned by Muggles for fun!

When a wizard is burned by the flames of the Fire Condensation Spell, he or she will not feel any pain. Instead, he or she will feel numb all over, as if the whole body is eating a green pepper cake at the same time. Some wizards even prefer this feeling.

The famous weirdo Wendelin is known to people because of this, and she has an exact record of forty-seven times!

She would put on makeup to look different, then pretend to be caught by a Muggle and thrown into the fire, pretending to scream miserably while enjoying the expressions of the people around her and experiencing the tingling sensation of being licked by the flames..."

I always feel like I heard something extraordinary, but there is no evidence!

Sainz looked around guiltily and saw that most of the little wizards had fallen into chaos. The few who were awake did not show any abnormal behavior.

He could only sigh that the wizards were really good at having fun, while at the same time despising himself in his heart, thinking that he was indeed an adult with impure thoughts!

When the bell rang, everyone woke up instantly. Adam looked up and said, "Two meat floss pies will be enough. I'm afraid I can't finish three..."

Sainz took over the conversation, "Would you like some cream of mushroom soup?"

"want!"

Adam looked up blankly and saw Professor Binns' pearly white back walking across the blackboard. Then he realized that he was still in class. "Is the get out of class over already?"

Ben walked sleepily across the aisle to their table and asked, "No homework, right?"

"No!

Do you think Professor Binns can grade homework?" Sainz asked.

"Yes!" The two roommates suddenly realized that it was impossible for Professor Binns to pick up any of the homework.

"But he assigned two papers during the summer vacation!" Ben discovered the blind spot.

"You also said it was summer vacation. Obviously, the homework that was handed in would be handled by someone else. Think back, did he assign homework during normal times?"

The two roommates seemed to be really lost in memory.

"Don't think about it, no!"

Sainz gathered his things and stood up. "Nevertheless, I still suggest that you read History of Magic more. This will help you avoid getting a zero in the end-of-year exam."

"This joke is not funny at all!"

"Come on, today is only the second day of school! How dare you say that!"

"Okay, let's stop talking about this. I saw Mrs. Montgomery wandering around the hall yesterday. He seemed to have bad intentions. Slytherin finishes class earlier than us today, so you two should be careful."

Speaking of this, the two roommates also became serious, "It seems that Mrs. Meng is still not giving up..."

"This damn guy, it seems that he hasn't suffered enough."

"Yes, I'll give him a harder blow next time."

Seeing that the two kids' expressions were getting more ferocious, Sainz quickly stopped them and said, "You can play pranks, but you must not hurt anyone. If there's blood, it's not just a small fight.

If Snape intervenes, it will definitely not be the students of their own college who will suffer."

The roommate thought of Snape's behavior and felt that if the matter really got out of hand, he would definitely favor the students from his own college. Well, there was no need to make a big fuss. When would he not favor the students from his own college?

"But what can I do? He's haunting me like this. I'm so angry!"

Adam rolled up his sleeves, wishing he could have a fight with Mrs. Monty right now. It was no wonder that he had a pair of Gryffindor parents who were particularly proactive in confronting Slytherin.

Sainz smiled sinisterly, "Don't worry, I have a spell that will make him lose face."

"Hurry up and tell me!" "Hurry up and tell me!"

"Come on, go back to the dormitory first. I'll teach you how to vomit slugs."

"Wow! That sounds disgusting!"

"Hey! I like it!"

"Mrs. Montaigne will definitely like it..."