From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"I'm sure each of you will be pleasantly surprised when you pick your own wand."

"I like that sentence very much. The wizard chooses the wand, and the wand chooses the wizard." William gently shook his wand, and countless scattered lights scattered from the head of the wand, pouring down like a waterfall.

"That's interesting, isn't it?"

William stopped his demonstration, "There is no spell, just something like a magic wand and the miracle that happens when you first meet."

"Okay, everyone, let's try it. Forget about the magic you saw in textbooks, forget about those constraints, think back to what happened when you first encountered a wand, and try to communicate with your wand."

William looked at the students below, "Pull out your wand, use the method you feel most comfortable with, and then try to communicate."

His words were well executed by all the students without even finishing his words - after his successive performances, no child wanted to try such cool magic.

Just like people who are new to the game will pursue cool wings and colorful shining lights, this magic with full light and shadow effects is too tempting for these freshmen.

They almost immediately took out their wands, made various postures, and then tried to communicate with the wands as William said.

The originally quiet classroom was suddenly filled with all kinds of sounds. Everyone assumed a posture that they thought was most convenient. William standing on the podium swept his eyes and saw the efforts of each student.

"It's so interesting," William stood on the podium and couldn't help but exclaimed - this was not a mockery, but an exact evaluation.

Although every wizard will convert the magic accumulated in childhood into the power of guardianship under the action of the Sorting Ceremony when entering school, there is no doubt that within a week of entering school, their understanding of magic is almost the same as the instinct of teenagers. The reaction was exactly the same.

If there is something wrong with the hair, they will restore it. If the glass is in the way, they will move it away. Even when their lives are in danger and they fall from a high altitude, those children will unconsciously let themselves float.

But this kind of spellcasting is uncontrollable and unsustainable - even the caster himself doesn't know what he can do and how long it can last. Of course, the most terrible thing is that no one can be sure whether the next spellcasting will be successful. success.

In that state, when wizards come into contact with the wand for the first time, they will frantically transform the magic into various miracles-but usually fireworks and flames.

"There shouldn't be many problems," William looked at the students below who were trying hard and estimated how many of them would succeed.

If you can't learn this magic in the first grade, you will have to wait until the fourth or fifth grade to learn it. For this kind of firework spell, you need to master the contents of both Transfiguration and Charms to a certain extent. Okay, it’s not that easy to learn.

There are physical reasons for this, but also intellectual reasons - many people can easily perform very standard somersaults when they are young, but when they are a little older, they can only rely on exercise and skills.

Whether a magic is difficult to learn has little to do with its destructive power. The Patronus Charm has almost no destructive power, but it is recognized as a difficult magic - but William is not going to tell the first graders about this. Out of line.

'If it doesn't succeed, it will be a waste of time, and I will have to add another paper to today's paper...'

William looked at the children who were trying in various ways, especially the student next to him who was blushing, and couldn't help but bless them.

But soon, what he envisioned was realized by the first child. The wand in that child's hand shook violently and emitted a red light, and then sprayed out a bunch of light spots, like scattered sand. Similar.

"Great, three points for Slytherin!"

William shouted at the child who had successfully cast the spell. He was looking at his wand in surprise at the moment. After hearing William's shout, he tried to control his joy, but the black hole with a missing tooth still came from him. The corners of his mouth leaked out.

The eleven-year-old student, who has not yet had his teeth, looks very interesting.

Soon, the rest of the students succeeded.

"Two points for Gryffindor!"

"One point for Gryffindor!"

Then, as if spreading, these children successfully copied similar firework magic. By the time the last student finished the magic out of breath, the class time had just passed more than half.

This magic, which is not considered magic, suddenly became the students' trust toy. All kinds of fireworks kept flashing and looked very beautiful.

'As expected, crude, a waste of magic power, almost uncontrollable...but the light is very obvious. ’

William judged the spell from a wizard's perspective, and its advantages and disadvantages were very obvious.

'If they can't master this magic now, it will be too difficult for them to see such fire after they learn the simple spell of fluorescent flash. ’

"Repeat it again and remember that feeling until you can easily do what you just did."

William gave the order to all the students. Since it was effective, he would be able to save a lot of worry in the future.

Although it is a waste of magic power, how many offensive magic can a first-year student have?

It's better to set off fireworks as a warning. If the students below didn't absolutely hate it, he would have named this magic a help spell - when danger comes, setting off some fireworks to call the professor or prefect over will definitely be safer than before. few.

Self-defense is not all about fighting on your own. What's wrong with signaling someone to fight if you can't defeat him?

This spell-free spell is best used to mark the location for help. You don't expect it to be offensive. It is just right to learn this in the first session.

But this cannot be said clearly. First-year students have the strongest rebellious mood. If you say this and don't think about them learning it, this kind of spell that relies solely on communicating with the wand and combined with resistance will never succeed. .

"Very good, very good," William applauded all the students. "You are even better than I thought. You can almost equal the children who graduated last year."

"Children who graduated last year, professor, did they also learn this magic in their first grade?"

The students behind asked curiously.

"That's not true. I didn't come to teach when they were in first grade," William responded with a smile, "But the talents of that class of students are really great, so you have to work harder."

He gave the students some chicken soup and then pointed at the chalk.

"Various books have their own definitions of magical self-defense, but when it comes to my class, they will definitely follow my definition."

William looked at the chalk, which squeaked on the blackboard and wrote, [The so-called wizard self-defense is to learn to use various methods to protect yourself. 】

"Don't underestimate it, it's a very cunning explanation."

"Even if it were in the hands of the most skilled wizard, he would never refute this sentence, because it says something about everything in general."

William pretended to be serious, "However, cunning is cunning, but I hope that you will learn to protect yourself in the next life and study."

He walked off the stage and passed through the aisles of students,

"In the magical world, there are too many strange things."

"Stay away from those wizards who start fights, if they have nothing to do with you."

William took the first step, and then gently tapped the table with his wand.

Violet light flashed, and the table began to crack rapidly from where William's wand touched, and then fell to the ground with the students' schoolbags.

"Because every one of the spells used in the fight is more dangerous than you imagine."

He took another step, his fingers made a loud sound, and the fragments flew up, and then quickly returned to their original appearance. If the schoolbag hadn't been lying on the ground, everyone would have thought it was an illusion.

"Stay away from things that have their own thoughts. If you think about it for a long time, you will probably hatch a conspiracy, which can be embarrassing at best, or even fatal at worst."

His wand clicked again as he stepped forward, and the books in the students' desks began to flip wildly, and then disorganized singing floated out from the desks.

"The wizard who gave it the ability to speak and think may not be a good person. When it introduces itself, it is probably weaving lies."

The wand clicked again, and the chaotic sounds began to disappear.

Taking the fourth step, the students in the front row turned their heads, their eyes firmly fixed on William.

"Learn to be humble. Neither wizards nor magic are invincible. When you are no longer cautious, a random spell will turn into a bitter drink that you are absolutely unwilling to swallow."

William casually pointed towards the wall. The Iron Armor Curse half appeared on the clock on the wall. Then he quickly threw out the spell. The light of magic shone crazily in the mid-air of the classroom. Then, the sound of the Iron Armor Curse and the magic colliding came to the room. In everyone's ears.

"Even if it's an unbreakable iron armor curse," William's voice was a little louder, and he used the clear water like a spring, and then the water directly wrapped the iron armor curse with the wave of the wand, and then William waved a strange purple light with a little difficulty, and the ice immediately Shrouded in the iron armor curse, the water summoned by clear water like a spring became the biggest accomplice.

Although it was just the end of summer, a chill suddenly enveloped the entire classroom, and the students closest to the wall clock even couldn't help but move to the side.

"Crack~Crack."

Clusters of ice edges appeared, sharp and hard, and with a crunching sound, they easily shattered the iron armor spell, and then directly shattered the wall clock.

"It's that simple," William took another step, "Don't be arrogant, the destruction is very simple."

He waved his wand and the ice melted quickly, but the wall clock stopped completely. "However, some damage cannot be repaired at all, whether it is this wall clock or you."

"There is one final confession," William took a big step forward, looked at all the students, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he flipped his hand, a shining Galleung appeared in his hand. He smiled at all the students and showed the Galleung, "Learn to control your wealth, but also learn to give up. "

He threw the Galleon high, "This thing causes more danger than anything else."

William clicked his index finger towards the Galleon Void in the air, letting it fly to the desk of the student who answered the question correctly and was the first to successfully experiment with magic in this class.

"Perfect performance, kid. This is a special reward from the professor, maybe just this once this semester."

He smiled at all the students and said, "After class, remember to complete an essay and submit it in the next class. It will be 800 words."

While he was talking, the things on the podium flew neatly towards William. He picked them up with a smile, then opened the back door of the classroom and walked out.

——

"Oh my God..." The child sitting in the first row sighed, "He is so..."

He thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of the right words.

"He's so cool..."

Another student added his thoughts, and the whole classroom suddenly fell into a carnival of discussion.

"Yeah, the desk cracked all of a sudden..."

"That's it, just a little bit and then fix it."

"The magic at the back is also very cool! Especially the magic that freezes the wall!"

The destruction visible to the naked eye, the splendor visible to the naked eye, these magics are well received among the students, but are occasionally mixed with some unharmonious sounds.

"I still like Galleons..."

First-year students are the noisiest among all students, and even Slytherins and Gryffindors communicate more than other grades - so the Galleons have become a new favorite.

"Is it real gold?"

"Of course, what are you thinking!"

The student next to him shouted to help, and then curiously looked at the gold coins at his deskmate.

Several Gryffindor children did not participate in the discussion. They directly took down the wall clock with the help of chairs and placed the thing in the center of the desk when people on the side tried to dissuade them.

"Do you want to take it apart?"

The leading child shouted loudly.

"But those are classroom items."

"But the professor has destroyed it and made no attempt to repair it!"

The lead child said loudly, "I know a little bit of disassembly magic, and I also know some Muggle disassembly skills. The tools are in the schoolbag. Who wants to see them?"

"But…"

"There's nothing good about it. If you want to see it, come here. If you don't want to see it, go and stand at the door!"

As a result, a circle of people gathered around curiously and watched the leading student perform.

It was obvious that he was bragging about his ability to dismantle magic - but he really had Muggle dismantling tools.

"It'll be fine soon, it'll be fine soon!"

He spoke to the people around him, but taking it apart was not as easy as he said.

Even with the help of tools, this thing still looks like it has not been damaged by magic.

"Okay!~"

The leading student felt something loose, so he tried his best to suck the milk, and then let out a loud shout.

The wall clock opened in response, and then black oil began to splash, landing on the face of the person closest to it.

The oil stains on the table twisted quickly and formed a line of words while everyone was amazed.

"I didn't listen carefully in class and tried to get close to dangerous things - oil stains can't be removed with ordinary magic. Come to confinement obediently. If you don't come to report after dinner, then...

——Professor William. "