Monday afternoon and Friday morning are Defense Against the Dark Arts classes for first and second grade wizards.
In the auditorium where the needle drop could be heard, all the young wizards stared at Hermione and Professor Blaine on the high platform without daring to express their anger. Neville even clasped his fists on his chest in a praying posture.
Amosta stirred his wand, and a ten-foot-wide stone pillar as thick as a bowl rose from the ground, standing abruptly in the center of the high platform.
"So, Miss Granger--"
Amosta looked encouragingly at Hermione, whose fingertips were trembling nervously, and smiled,
"Please start your show!"
"Professor Blaine--" Hermione's tone was slightly crying, and for the first time she regretted raising her hand in response to the professor's question. She stammered, "I can't guarantee success."
"You have the courage to stand on this stage and show yourself to everyone, Miss Granger. This is an unprecedented success!"
Amosta continued to smile in encouragement.
Finally, after about five minutes, Hermione, who had been breathing heavily, finally overcame her mental tension. She tremblingly raised her right hand holding the wand and pointed it at the sweat-wet palm of her left hand. feather,
"Canridi Leviosa!"
The slightly childish voice instantly spread throughout the silent and empty auditorium. Along with the fleeting light on the surface of the white feathers, a crisp clang made all the little wizards in the auditorium change their colors!
hiss! The sound of air-conditioning suddenly came from the square formations of the four colleges!
"Harry, did you hear her say this?!"
Ron looked at Hermione on the high platform with incredulous eyes, as if he had just met her, his eyes almost bulged out of his eyes in shock, and Harry's expression was not much better than Ron's.
"No, Ron!" whispered Harry, "Never heard of it once!"
"It's incredible..." Neville behind him stared with round eyes, his face flushed with excitement, "I will never be able to do this!"
"He's just a lowly mudblood..."
Most of the people looked at Hermione with shock and even awe. Only the Slytherin side, most of whom had sinister eyes and a gloomy look on their face, Malfoy whispered this in an almost whispering voice, but then, he was stood up. Professor Blaine, who was thirty feet away, glanced with no discernible joy or anger, and immediately shut his mouth in fear and did not dare to say another word, but the look in his gray eyes became more gloomy and a little uncertain.
After shutting up Malfoy, who was making vicious remarks, Amosta looked back at Hermione, whose fair cheeks were turning bright red. He nodded and spoke in a steady voice,
"Try to see if you can cut through the pillar, Miss Granger."
Hearing this, Hermione nodded hesitantly. She looked at the stone pillar, her arms trembling slightly, as if what she was holding was not a wand, but a metal rod weighing dozens of kilograms.
call out!
The feathers with a slight metallic sheen on the surface made a sharp roar when they broke through the air, just like the feathers of an arrow leaving a fully drawn bow string. In just a blink of an eye, the feathers hit the stone pillar.
Snapped!
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the stone pillar. With a crisp crackling sound, the smooth surface of the stone pillar immediately exploded. The gravel rose into the sky and fell back to the earth like rain.
Waiting for the dust to settle, the little wizards in the audience looked intently, and all of them suddenly showed disappointed expressions.
"Sorry, Professor Blaine, I failed!"
Hermione, who saw the result before everyone else, bit her lower lip, her brown eyes sparkling with crystal clear eyes, and she looked lost as if she had been hit hard.
Amosta stepped forward to take a closer look. Hermione's feather had been broken into fine hairs and gravel, and the stone pillar he conjured only had a small pit on the surface, which was still far away from breaking. This distance of one hundred and eight thousand miles.
"It's not a failure, Miss Granger," Amosta pointed at the small stone pit and smiled at Hermione.
"If you want to successfully cast an 'object-controlling spell', strong magic power and magic control are the key, and these two things are exactly what the junior wizards lack. I think you have mastered the essence of this spell. You just need to work hard." Practice, as your magic power gradually increases as you grow older, you will one day be able to cast a complete 'Object Control Spell'!"
Hermione's incomplete 'Object Taming Charm' became the hottest topic on Friday. No matter where she went, people would grab her and ask her for tips on this curse.
During lunch, even Percy squeezed over, ignoring Ron who looked unhappy, and asked her for advice in a slightly respectful tone.
To be honest, this is Hermione's first taste of being famous!
"Don't be proud, Hermione, you are still far from the level of Professor Blaine!"
After dinner, Hermione was walking to the library after dealing with two third-year Ravenclaw seniors. She was secretly alert, but she couldn't hide the smile at the corner of her mouth.
At the beginning of the night, Amosta sat in his office, playing with the bottle of memory in his hand. From time to time, he raised his head and glanced at the surveillance camera on the opposite wall.
In fact, up to now, the surveillance wall that Amosta spent a huge amount of money to build and for which he had high hopes can be said to have completely failed. Amosta is almost certain that as long as he is still at Hogwarts, the heir will They won't come out for activities again. The only way left is to get the clues in the hands of the 'protagonist group'.
The flame from the voodoo doll candlestick behind him has been reduced by half, and the red dragon's blood has gradually faded into pink. It will completely lose its effectiveness in about a month. Before that, Amosta must He must step down as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, otherwise, he will have no choice but to endure the Dark Lord's curse!
What was on the desk was Lockhart's ancient magic research manuscript on memory. Amosta took it over and has been studying it for several days.
Strictly speaking, Amosta's behavior is no different from stealing. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely not do this. But after knowing what Lockhart did, Amosta no longer had any mentality. burden.
It's just black and white, and it's not the first time he's done it...
Boom, boom, boom!
A slightly hasty knock on the door disturbed Amosta's contemplation. After hiding everything in his office that was not suitable for others to see, he stood up and came to the door.
"Professor Snape... and Mr. Malfoy..."
Looking at Snape who had a slightly complicated expression outside the door and Draco Malfoy who was half hidden behind Snape, Amosta raised his eyebrows.
"Come in and talk, you two."
"Need not."
Looking at Amosta Brain, who had caused quite a stir in the castle these days, Snape's dark eyes had some ripples. As early as when Amosta was still a junior wizard, he was sure This unknown child would eventually achieve something that would surprise everyone one day, but he really didn't expect that this day would come so soon.
Even if an outstanding person behaves in a low-key manner, he cannot conceal the dazzling light he exudes. Snape can almost conclude that it won't be long before the entire magical world will be shocked by this sudden genius, and even , it is not impossible to surpass Albus Dumbledore one day in the future.
"This child has something to ask you, but he doesn't dare to come to see you alone."
Snape suppressed the ripples in his eyes, grabbed Malfoy from behind and threw him to Amosta. Snape turned and left under Amosta's surprised gaze.
"I hope you won't be like me in the future, living in the darkness relying on the remaining light in your memory. Amosta, you should bathe in the sunshine and let your light shine..."
Severus Snape silently blessed him in his heart as he strode away.
