Facing Ron Weasley's earnest gaze, Amosta smiled and did not answer his question directly. Instead, he directly brought the topic back to this course.
"Dark Arts Defense, I personally prefer to call it Danger Defense. This is a comprehensive course. The spells, transformations, herbs, potions and even the protection of magical animals that you learn in this school are all This knowledge can be used to show its effect. If you want to deal with any incoming dangers skillfully, you must have three qualities, namely-skills, methods and courage!"
Being able to take a serious Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a rare thing at Hogwarts. Even the little wizards who usually don't like learning are all focused on listening to Brian on the high platform at this moment. Professor tells.
However, Hermione was the only one who wrote down everything Professor Blaine said in her notebook.
At this time, Amosta looked at Ron again and smiled,
"I'm not going to teach you any powerful ancient magic, Mr. Weasley--"
In Ron's disappointed eyes, Amosta said to everyone,
"As for the reason... first of all, I am not the Charms teacher. Teaching Charms is Professor Flitwick's job, not mine.
Second, there was a time when I was indeed obsessed with the power of ancient magic. However, as my research deepened, I found that most of the ancient magic had completely disappeared in the river of time. I wanted to find someone with a complete offensive and defensive system. I'm afraid I won't be able to complete ancient magic even if I spend my whole life. Therefore, I am not proficient in 'authentic' ancient magic. "
Amosta walked to the other side of the high platform and looked at Blaise Shabini, who was about to learn a powerful spell. "What I am best at personally is to refine the spell model on the basis of modern spells." Optimize and transform, so that the power of the spell is close to the level of ancient magic, while taking into account the difficulty of casting the spell."
Maybe this topic is too advanced. Most of the young wizards looked confused and didn't seem to understand it at all.
Seeing this scene, Amosta thought for a moment and prepared to make a show. He took out his wand, and the little wizards who saw this scene immediately became energetic. This was their favorite part.
"Then..." Amosta's eyes wandered, "Let me give you a demonstration... Who can tell me the magic spell you are best at!"
Buzz--
The auditorium suddenly exploded, and the little wizard's high-pitched discussion sound was like thousands of bees flapping their wings.
"Leg-locking spell, Professor Blaine, I'm good at this!"
Gryffindor Lavender Brown raised her hand enthusiastically.
"Bat-Spell!" The pale Ginny raised her hand weakly, but her voice was completely suppressed by the noisy crowd, and Amosta didn't hear it at all.
"Professor Blaine, let me tell you something," Malfoy looked at Harry with a ferocious smile, stood up and shouted, "Tarantella!"
Crabbe and Goyle immediately burst into laughter, while Harry stood up and glared at Malfoy, not to be outdone, shouting that he was also very good at the Hula La Charm!
The little wizards spoke enthusiastically. They said many magic spells, such as the big stick between the front teeth, the hair loss spell, the frozen tongue spell, etc. Amosta listened for a while, and his expression became more and more weird. These magic spells The curse without exception touched his blind spots of knowledge.
"etc!"
Amosta, who had a black face, shouted to stop the noise of the little wizards, "Ahem, can't anyone say a normal spell!"
The little wizards looked at each other and became quiet. Finally, Ron raised his hand tremblingly, "Well... the levitating spell, Professor Blaine, I'm quite skilled at this!"
"Very well, Mr. Weasley!"
Amosta was relieved to finally hear someone familiar with magic spells. He strode up to Ron and looked at him encouragingly, "Let everyone see your levitation spell first, Mr. Weasley!"
Ron immediately blushed with embarrassment and muttered something hesitantly. Harry and Hermione both understood what Ron was worried about, so they started to explain it to him.
"The wand is broken?" Amosta raised an eyebrow, "Can you let me take a look?"
When Ron took out his wand, which was kept from breaking in two by magic tape, Malfoy immediately laughed loudly.
"Choose someone else, Professor Blaine, Weasley's wand might kill everyone here!"
The little wizard on the Slytherin side burst into laughter, which undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on Ron. His face and even ears were red as if he had been scalded with boiling water.
"I don't see what's funny about this, Mr. Malfoy, and laughing at others doesn't reflect your sense of humor."
Amosta turned his head and looked at them. Although his tone was very calm, everyone in Slytherin who was bathed in his calm gaze was like a basin of cold water poured on their heads in the middle of winter. They were all silent. Liande Laco also kept his mouth shut and did not dare to say a word.
"Can you fix it, Professor Blaine!"
The three Harrys looked gratefully at Amosta, who was studying the broken wand, and Ron asked expectantly.
Amosta didn't reply. He knelt down and placed Ron's wand on the ground, with a glimmer of light swaying in his eyes.
"Recover as before!"
The broken wand on the ground immediately shook rapidly, and a ball of shining red sparks burst out from the broken part and then stuck together tightly!
"You fixed it, Professor Blaine!"
Ron's eyes gleamed and he said loudly, full of awe, "I asked many people, and they all told me that this wand has been completely scrapped!"
"Those people are not wrong in their assessment, Mr. Weasley."
Amosta studied Ron's wand carefully. After a while, he smiled in response,
"The wand is a very precise alchemy tool. Although I used my magic power to force the wand to return to its original state, in fact, I still cannot solve the damage inside it... At the moment, you can reluctantly use it first, but you have to I know it won’t last long, so I still suggest you go to Ollivander’s to get another one during the summer vacation---"
Even though Amosta said this, Ron still looked happy.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
The demonstration began. Although casting a spell in front of so many people was something Ron had never experienced before, fortunately, the encouragement from Professor Blaine, Harry and Hermione gave him a lot of confidence.
After several nervous attempts, Ron still controlled the feathers conjured by Professor Blaine to float in mid-air.
"Very good, Mr. Weasley, a very successful levitation spell--"
Amosta clapped his hands and smiled, "Now, try to inject more magic power and see."
Many people were surprised because they remembered that Professor Flitwick had clearly said when he taught them this magic spell that they must control the output of magic power, otherwise--
boom!
After a violent explosion, the feathers exploded into fluff flying in the sky and hit Ron, who was confused, in the face.
"Very well, Mr. Weasley, you've earned two points for Gryffindor - now, it's time for you to see my..."
Amosta asked Ron to go down first. After Shi Ran responded to the looks of all the young wizards, he slowly raised his arm, and after a low cry, his wrist suddenly shook.
"Canridi Leviosa!"
Clang!
The fragile, soft feathers suddenly erupted into a crisp, metallic sound, as if they had turned into an indestructible sharp blade!
"Let you see what my levitation spell can do--"
Amosta suddenly raised his arms, and a ray of white light shot out like cold electricity, instantly rushing towards a large metal chandelier that weighed more than a thousand kilograms and had a simple and elegant shape above the auditorium!
call!
I heard a sudden gust of evil wind in the auditorium, and the white light quickly flickered inside and outside the metal frame of the chandelier. Before anyone could react, it returned to Professor Brain's palm again!
Buzz...boom!
"Professor, run quickly, the lamp is going to fall!"
Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff was the first to withdraw her horrified gaze. At the reminder of her shrill roar, all the little wizards ran to the outside, not forgetting to ask Amosta on the way to escape. He let out a horrified roar!
"Hoho--"
The interesting scene in front of him made Amosta laugh. Just before the metal frame, which contained huge power, was about to smash him into a meat pie, he waved the wand again slowly, and then, as if time went back, the metal frame The large chandelier rearranged its body in mid-air and hung itself under the ceiling of the auditorium.
"A powerful spell is all around us, Mr. Shabini,"
Amosta walked to the edge of the high platform with elegant steps. He looked at Blaise Chabini who was struggling under Crabbe, and smiled gently,
"Now, do you understand this?"
