A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

"But this course has never served its purpose over the years, which has resulted in some students lacking even the most basic ability to judge danger."

In the solemn and oppressive atmosphere, many young wizards felt as if they had returned to their Potions class.

This professor always had the ability to take control of the atmosphere around him.

Next, Felix clapped his hands to draw the young wizards' attention to him.

"Today's lesson is on the Disarming Charm. We already saw its effect in the first dueling lesson. It's a very useful charm."

Felix listed some advantages of the Disarming Charm: "It's easy to learn, highly effective, and low-risk. It's suitable for both daily practice and formal duels."

"Does anyone possess this magic?"

A few arms were raised, mostly by older junior wizards. "The proportion is much lower than I expected," Felix shook his head.

He called over a seventh-year Gryffindor student.

“Professor Hyp, my name is Albert Balk,” the student with acne on his face said excitedly. “I’m preparing to apply to the Ministry of Magic as an Auror for two years.”

Felix understood.

At Felix's prompting, Balk waved his wand, and a red spell flashed as he cast a standard disarming spell.

Next, he explained in detail how to learn the disarming spell, and used Balk as a "teaching tool" to have him try the spell repeatedly.

Through his demonstration, many young wizards gained a basic understanding of the spell.

"Next—"

Felix waved his wand, and hundreds of parchments flew out of a briefcase in the corner, landing precisely in front of each young wizard.

Harry deftly picked up a sheet, and looking at the dense descriptions and classifications on it, his scalp tingled.

He looked at the stage, and Professor Hyp said calmly, "I don't think you can learn a spell in just two hours. In fact, I would be surprised if ten of you succeed."

"The contents of this parchment are for your homework. I will explain how to use it later."

"Now, let's begin the formal practice."

Chapter 93 Duel Lesson (Part Two)

“Young wizards, I need you to stand in the four positions on the stage according to the academy’s directions.” Felix waved his hand, dispelling the magic that restricted sound.

The students below the stage were bewildered. Felix walked to one side of the square, gilded stage. "Slytherin, assemble here!" Then he walked to the other side. "Ravenclaw, assemble here!"

"Gryffindor, assemble here!"

"Hufflepuff, assemble here!"

As Felix walked around the stage, all the young wizards understood the professor's meaning and quickly sprang into action.

"Ginny, over here!"

Ron called out to his sister, and Harry looked over to see Ginny standing there, holding hands with a Ravenclaw girl.

The girl had a strange necklace around her neck, which seemed to be strung together with some kind of bottle stopper, and her light-colored blonde hair was messy.

Like Ginny, she didn't make any move. Harry even thought she seemed to be unaware of the situation, staring at the young wizards passing by.

Ron squeezed through, with Harry and Hermione close behind.

“Ginny, hurry up. Uh… what’s this?” Ron looked at the Ravenclaw girl in front of him.

“I’m her new friend,” the girl’s gaze swept over him, paused briefly in front of Harry, and finally settled on Hermione.

“I know you. Many people say you should have been assigned to Ravenclaw.” Her gaze was fixed on Hermione.

“Really? I think Gryffindor is great,” Hermione replied.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, and Harry said cautiously, "I think we should hurry..."

Most of the young wizards had already taken their positions, making their small group quite conspicuous.

Even Professor Hyp looked over.

Ron grabbed Ginny and started jogging. Suddenly, the girl said, "Luna, Luna Lovegood. That's my name."

Harry, who was running at the very back, had to stop and introduce himself to her: "Um, I'm Harry Potter."

“I know you,” said the girl named Luna.

Harry muttered, "Really?" The scene was rather awkward, so he quickly said, "See you another time!" and then went to catch up with his friend.

Luna leisurely walked to Ravenclaw's position and waved to Ginny on the other side.

“Who is that?” Ron asked Ginny.

“My new friend,” Ginny said, looking down shyly when she saw Harry staring at her, “our two houses are actually very close, but there’s a mountain in between.”

"Weasel Mountain?" Harry asked with interest. He had visited Ron's house earlier this year and learned the name from the twins, who, according to Fred, had dreamed of "flying over Weasel Mountain on a toy broomstick" when they were young.

Ginny quickly looked up at Harry and whispered, "It's a little further north; their house is on a mountaintop."

On stage, Felix looked away, wondering to himself: Luna, and the red-haired little witch, is that the Weasleys' youngest daughter?

Once the last young wizard had taken his place, Felix said, "Next, we need to practice in groups. You can choose your own partners, preferably from the same grade."

The young wizards sprang into action again, and Felix and Snape stepped off the stage to tidy up the chaotic ranks.

"Two people per group, five meters apart."

Snape, like a gliding bat, silently floated behind Harry and Ron, who were chatting happily. Snape rolled up his sleeves and gave them both a hard slap on the head. "Pay attention, you two."

Harry and Ron grimaced as they watched Snape walk away. Ron asked, puzzled, "How does he manage to walk without making a sound?"

Five minutes later, the young wizards lined up in an orderly fashion.

"Everyone look at me, and chant the spell with me," Felix said as he returned to the stage. "Be careful not to point your wand at your partner. Swing the wand in a small arc, then thrust it out quickly, like this—"

"Except your weapons!"

On the stage, a dazzling red light, like a scorching bolt of lightning, flew out from Professor Hyp's wand.

The young wizards lined up in four directions below the stage shouted in unison, "Expelliarmus!"

"Very good, continue."

"Except your weapons!"

"Watch the angle of your wands, and keep going!"

"Except your weapons!"

“Very good,” Felix said. “Next is the theoretical knowledge about spells. I will only talk about the most important things…”

About twenty minutes later, the young wizards were waving their wands quite skillfully, but none of them succeeded.

Felix and Snape whispered to each other for a moment, then he said, "Young wizards, take out the parchment we just gave you."

The young wizards, bewildered, took out the parchment.

"Professor Snape and I exchanged views. Your questions mainly focus on the following seven points, which I will explain in detail. You can refer to them yourself."

"Balk, please come up on stage. I need your cooperation."

After speaking for twenty minutes, Felix was a little thirsty, but he knew in his heart that his words would only work on some top students, while most young wizards would learn magic mainly through "feeling" and "repetition".

So for the next half hour, he and Snape kept weaving through the crowd, giving specific instructions.

“Miss Pete, your thrust of the wand was not decisive enough. Think about my demonstration just now, and then look at the seventh line on the parchment.”

“Mr. Warren, your spell pronunciation is not standard. Yes, spells are not necessary, but you need to practice them first.”

“This…you’re called Neville Longbottom? You’re too nervous. Confidence is important! Imagine the scene of you successfully casting the spell. Yes, I suggest you imagine it in your mind twenty times.”

Every ten minutes, he would call on a few typical examples of mistakes to demonstrate. Felix found that demonstrating mistakes was more effective than demonstrating correct ones—at least, many young wizards realized they had made the same mistakes after laughing.

"Thank you, Neville, your question is very representative. Also, five points for Gryffindor."

"And you, Miss Vera, your movements are too stiff. Don't laugh, everyone. If Miss Vera were to show even a tenth of her talent in ancient runes, she would absolutely amaze you. Ravenclaw, add five points."

“Marcus… In any case, don’t imitate him. We should at least thank him for his courage. Slytherin, five points.”

Felix wiped his sweat. Guiding questions wasn't scary; what was scary was how to protect the young wizards' self-esteem and find ways to praise them.

'I should prepare a list of compliments and write down all the reasons I can think of. That way I won't have to come up with one on the spot…'

Finally, an hour and a half after the dueling class began, a fifth-grade wizard succeeded.

Chapter 94 Duel Lesson (Part 3)

Felix breathed a sigh of relief; he had finally succeeded in getting one.

After going on stage, receiving praise, and receiving extra points, Felix felt that even if there was only one successful example, the lesson would be considered complete.

But soon, the second, third, and fourth young wizards stepped forward and showed the professor their disarming spells.

“Fantastic!” Felix praised insincerely as he watched a seventh-level wizard cast a very delicate spell.

Felix silently thought to himself: They need encouragement, they need encouragement...

Snape strolled over slowly and said sarcastically, "They succeeded because they were exposed to similar spellcasting techniques and theories in other courses. In fact, I never expected any student below fifth grade to master this spell in class."

"Professor, we'll wait and see."

Snape said with a smirk, "There's still a quarter of an hour left in get out of class..."

Just then, a disarming spell caught their attention.

“That’s… Hufflepuff, who is that?” Felix turned around. Among the four people who had succeeded, there was no Hufflepuff wizard yet, which made it impossible for him to treat them all equally.

The young wizards of Hufflepuff School automatically parted to make way, and they excitedly chanted in unison, "Cedric! Cedric!"

A tall, thin wizard stepped forward. His face was slightly pale, but he was handsome and wore a Hufflepuff robe.

“Diggory, please come up to the stage. Let’s give a round of applause to the first fourth-year student to learn the Disarm Charm! Hufflepuff +20 points.” Felix recognized the face—Cedric Diggory, the top fourth-year student.

Katie Bell, standing next to Hermione, stood on tiptoe, her eyes following his every move.

"Do you know him?" Hermione asked.

“Of course! He’s the Hufflepuff team’s finder, and Wood values ​​him highly, believing he has a chance to take over as captain next year. And don’t you think he’s handsome?” Katie Bell said.

“Really?” Hermione glanced at him.