Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Or rather, it was the recklessness that he used to despise.

Chapter 126 Diary:?

The wizard's cries of pain and the witch's scolding echoed in the corridor.

This is a regular feature of Hogwarts portraits. Sir Cadogan often chases his pony into the nuns' frames, causing screams. The nuns are fed up with it, but later, with the guidance of a Gryffindor witch portrait, they learn to pick up weapons and teach the knight a lesson.

"What an impudent fellow!"

It's not lights out yet, and the corridor seems a bit lively at night.

Harry and Hermione lowered their heads silently and quickened their pace, worried that their scrutiny would hurt Sir Cadogan's fragile heart. Then they knocked on the door of the Muggle Studies office and started their tutoring session tonight.

Fortunately, I didn't run into Malfoy this time.

Hermione thought as she secretly observed the room.

The offices at Hogwarts are all similar in structure. The inner rooms are bedrooms, storage rooms and utility rooms. Several rooms are not open to the public, and the outer areas are office and reception areas.

She had noticed during her previous visits that Professor Lewinter's furnishings had a strong Muggle style. There was a record player against the wall and a movie mirror on the shelf. Wasn't this the same set as a TV living room?

There was still a sofa and a low table, but this time there was no dessert, only a piece of torn parchment.

"Welcome to Lewynte's after-school tutoring class." Melvin looked at the two students with a smile in his eyes. "In the past few days, I've looked through some exam files from the Administration and some information from Professor McGonagall. I have a rough understanding of the teaching of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

Hermione sat on the sofa with her face tilted slightly up, her eyes full of seriousness. She quietly took out a pen and paper from her bag, ready to take notes at any time.

Harry caught a glimpse of her series of actions out of the corner of his eye, touched his pocket, and found that he came empty-handed. Not to mention a notebook, he didn't even have a quill. Is this the difference between a good student and a poor student?

He could only stare down at the scraps of paper on the table, trying not to draw the professor's attention.

"I looked it up. The second-grade content is relatively simple. There are ten chapters covering three forest animals, three swamp animals, two fish, and two birds. It's not too complicated. Just memorize it according to Percy's notes. I won't explain it in detail.

"During the weekend tutoring, after teaching you a few special effects spells, I will teach you some spells outside of the textbook based on your magical abilities. Combined with duel practice, the progress may be faster.

"First, let's talk about special effects spells for dealing with forest animals. They're mainly for dealing with magical creatures like the Cornish elves. Pay attention to the emphasis and pauses when casting the spell."

Melvin was paying attention to the performance of the two. When he saw Hermione take out her notes, Harry lowered his head unconsciously. He didn't care much in his heart. This was a small class practical teaching, and notes were not important.

He gestured for the two to remove their wands: "Repeat after me, Peschipixipestenomi..."

"Peschi... Pixie Pestenomi..." Harry and Hermione repeated haltingly, not quite used to the fast-paced class.

"Come again, Peschipi..."

The spell is a little difficult to pronounce and it may sound a bit awkward when you recite it for the first time, but after all, it is just a basic spell for second graders. You don’t have to worry about changes in inflection and intonation. You will remember it after repeating it a few times.

The Lasso Spell is more like a modified version of the Levitation Spell. When casting the spell, it is like throwing a lasso to trap the opponent and let it swing along the trajectory of the wand.

Melvin demonstrated the movements of his hand and staff tip when casting the spell: "Refer to the Levitation spell for the casting action. Aim at the target and then lift it up."

Harry and Hermione followed suit.

"That's right. Don't take this spell too seriously. The difficulty lies in the fact that Cornish elves are social animals. You'll often encounter dozens or even tens of them in the wild.

"Don't panic when casting the spell. Stay calm and try a few more times. You'll eventually succeed. But don't be greedy and throw them back into the tree hole one by one until they're dizzy.

"This spell can be used on any animal that lives in trees," Melvin concluded.

Hermione was still a little uncomfortable with this tutoring method, but Harry felt very good about it and couldn't wait to say, "Professor, can we give it a try?"

Melvin gave Harry a satisfied look. His plan was right. Harry was the kind of student with strong hands-on skills. "There's no practical conditions in the office. When you're free, you can ask Hagrid to take you to the Forbidden Forest. Next, I'll use Transfiguration on the scraps of paper, turning them into various animals. If you can successfully capture and control them, it means you've mastered the spell."

"Let's get started!"

Melvin smiled and reached out to touch the scraps of paper.

The scraps of paper continued to expand and grow, like balloons being blown up. With a series of popping sounds, the scraps of paper expanded and burst, and small iron-blue monsters popped out.

"Cornish Elf!"

Harry and Hermione exclaimed and quickly distanced themselves.

These iron-blue elves are only about eight inches long, with pointed chins, long ears, bared teeth, and sharp, shrill sounds coming out of their mouths. As soon as they appear in the room, they immediately start chirping and jumping around.

They had seen this thing in class once, and it almost overturned the classroom and sent Lockhart running away.

Hermione was a little panicked at first, worried that these guys would mess up the professor's room, but she soon discovered that these Transfiguration creations were different from the real ones.

If the real Cornish pixies are mischief-makers and vandals, these paper creations are polite gentlemen, their activities limited to a dozen feet around the sofa and low table, and they don't touch the things on the shelves and bookshelves.

"It's about to start~"

Melvin stood outside from a distance, as if watching a good show.

Following the professor's command, these elves immediately transformed into devils, split into two waves, and pounced towards the two with their fangs and claws bared.

【Pesky Pixie Pestronomi】

Hermione waved her wand quickly. In fact, it would be more appropriate to use the freezing spell at this time, but she always remembered today's teaching and used this spell subconsciously.

An elf in front collided head-on with the spell beam, and its whole body seemed to be strangled by invisible shackles. It kept shaking, lifting, and swinging along the trajectory of the staff tip, and finally slammed into the ground and lost consciousness.

A spell killed one elf, but more elves rushed in front of her. One of them grabbed her wand and hung on it, while the other elves started to pull her hair, pinch her hands, and scratch her face.

"Hermione! Get away from them!"

Harry chose a completely different way of fighting. The moment the elves pounced on him, he did not cast a spell immediately. Instead, he kicked away the two nearest elves with his feet, dodging the first wave of attacks and keeping a distance to deal with them.

Seeing his companions being surrounded, he hurriedly warned them and bombarded other goblins with spells as they were about to surround him.

【Pesky Pixie Pestronomi】

The same spell and action, but the effect released by Harry was completely different from Hermione's. The slightly white beam of light hit the goblin and blasted it away, knocking away several nearby goblins in the process.

Hermione didn't hesitate and raised her hand to poke the elf's eyes. When it covered its eyes and screamed in pain and let go of the wand, she cast two spells to directly take out the two goblins hanging on her body. She then distanced herself from Harry and formed a protective formation with her back to back.

For the next half hour, Harry and Hermione experienced a completely different Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Facing the attacks and scratches of dozens of goblins, they dodged in the narrow space and continuously cast special spells against goblins.

Melvin was watching from the sidelines and adjusting the offensive rhythm.

The perfect coordination prevented them from being immediately caught by the Cornish goblins and hung on the chandelier to swing, and also prevented the goblins from gathering together and being taken away in one wave, so as to achieve the best effect of classroom practice.

Harry and Hermione were struggling. For this kind of dangerous creature at level 3X, the Freezing Spell would actually be a better choice, but this was a class exercise, so they took the initiative to limit the spell and repeated the Lasso Spell over and over again.

Until they chanted the spell faster and faster, and could finish it with just their mouths, and the casting movements were no longer restricted by details, and could be released with just a raise of their hands.

【Pesky Pixie Pestronomi】

Harry shouted in a deep voice, pointed the tip of his wand at the last Cornish elf, stretched out his hand, and immediately saw a ball of white light whizzing out, wrapped in the force of a bludger, and hit the elf's iron-blue belly heavily.

boom!

The elf's eyes bulged out, and he was thrown backwards by a huge force, hitting the wall with a dull thud. The Transfiguration spell on his body could no longer be maintained, and he turned into shredded paper and stuck to the wall.

"..."

Hermione couldn't help but glance sideways, and glanced several times.

Why do I feel like they didn't learn the same spell?

Recalling the two students' performance just now, Melvin flipped his hand to cancel the transformation spell, summoned a whirlwind, and rolled all the paper scraps into the trash can.

Sitting back on the sofa, he smiled and praised, "Congratulations, you have mastered the Lasso Charm, one of the important test points in the second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts exam."

Harry had an undisguised smug smile on his face.

Hermione pursed her lips, suppressing the smile on her face. Thinking of Lockhart's performance in class, her eyes rolled around and she said indignantly, "Professor Lockhart can't even use the second-year spells. I wonder how he subdues those dark creatures?"

"It's certainly something worth thinking about."

Melvin continued, "Though those books are filled with self-aggrandizement, the records are very detailed. The Daily Prophet interviewed residents of remote villages, and the accounts match their oral accounts."

If they were just slightly curious just now, after hearing what the professor said, Harry and Hermione's curiosity turned into suspicion, as if a seed had been planted.

Melvin stopped watering the seeds and returned to the tutorial: "After the battle just now, besides the spell, did you gain anything else?"

Harry came back to his senses and glanced at Hermione. Seeing that she was still thinking and summarizing the situation, he answered first: "Combat is not a game of you hit me, I hit you. It is a continuous process. You must pay attention to attack and defend at all times during the whole process."

"Anything else?" Melvin gave him an encouraging look.

Harry reviewed the battle just now. "When facing a fierce attack or surprise attack, it's best not to confront it head-on. When defending, you also need to consider the follow-up. Dodge if you can."

"Wizarding combat isn't a turn-based game. That's a good summary." Melvin turned to look at Hermione, who had finished thinking. "What are your thoughts?"

Hermione said thoughtfully, "The wizard's spells have a long attack range, and these animals have short claws and teeth. In the face of such attacks, it is best for us to keep our distance. We can cast spells to attack them, but they can't hit us."

"..."

Harry lowered his head and said nothing. He felt that sometimes close combat was also acceptable.

Melvin handed over a few chocolates and nodded, saying, "That makes sense. Practicing combat is all about gaining experience and finding a fighting style that suits you. Practicing individual spells isn't that important. You've almost learned the Lasso Charm. Go back down and practice on your own, and submit a paper next week."

"Thesis?!" Harry's eyes widened.

"This isn't a paper on the lasso spell or Cornish pixies. This is a paper on combat against small, social animals. Write down your thoughts and feelings. There's no length limit. That's it. get out of class dismissed."

"..."

After seeing off the two tutors and waiting for the footsteps to fade away, Melvin returned to his desk, took out his old diary, and while waiting for his quill pen to absorb ink, he reviewed the performance of the two students tonight.

When it comes to learning spells efficiently, the meticulous Hermione is faster than Harry.

But in terms of combat, Harry has an almost instinctive fighting quality. When facing an attack in a hurry, he can always make the most advantageous choice without thinking, while Hermione is a little slow in this regard.

Melvin stroked the ink bottle while thinking about the subsequent tutoring plan.

They could just practice these simple spells privately later. More importantly, they needed to improve their combat abilities and strengthen their combat drills. The location didn't have to be limited to the office; it could also be the Room of Requirement, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets...

The quill was full of ink, and Melvin breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to start tutoring in the dark arts.

……

"I have mastered Fiendfyre. Let's move on to the next dark magic."

Melvin used his magic wand to draw a circle in the air, and orange flames gushed out. The blazing and violent flames did not surge everywhere, but were confined to a small spherical area, constantly changing their forms, fire dragon, python, sphinx...

The diary remained silent for a long time without any response, and 16-year-old Tom Riddle began to doubt himself.

After spending some time together, he found that this guy was incredibly talented, casting a new black magic spell almost every day, and judging from his written words, he was basically not affected psychologically.

Melvin paused for a moment, and he realized that this learning performance was a bit outrageous.

He tried to make amends: "I'm a pure-blood, and my family has many dark wizard relatives. I learned some when I was young."

I don’t know if the diary believed it: “Have you thought clearly about the secret room?”