The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Warfare Professor

Victor bought a globe for the tree tower, and the entrance to Eisner's chamber was hidden at 52 degrees north latitude of the globe.

52 degrees north latitude, Ireland, Victor's home farm.

There are forests and coal mines, soybeans and sorghum all over the mountains and plains, and my father and mother who I don’t miss very much.

The fireplace in the secret room was set alight by Victor with a flint.Fortunately it's not summer or it would be too hot. Victor has never understood the old-fashioned British way of burning a fireplace on a hot day.

The firelight swayed Victor's shadow like a nightclub disco. After Victor danced alone for a while, another shadow appeared and danced with him in the darkness.

"Dark Magician, we meet again. I was wondering if I should change my name to you as teacher."

Victor pronounced the word "teacher" in ancient Egyptian. The pronunciation of the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs sounded to him like plowing the ground with his tongue, but the black magician still found food from the plowed fields - he listened understood.

The Dark Magician chose to kneel down to express his intention.

Victor resisted taking a half-step back to avoid the tip of the black magician's tall hat poking his navel, telling the ancient Egyptian servant not to be formal. He was not Queen Elizabeth of England.

"I brought an owl."

Victor released the spotted owl cub he bought from Diagon Alley behind him in the secret room.

There is an inexplicable connection between owls and black magic. Last time in the Owlhouse, Victor had experienced the compatibility between owls and black magic.

Victor chooses to use owls as objects for his black magic practice.

They can digest the influence of black magic very well. As long as it is not a fatal curse such as "Avada chews the big melon", an owl can face black magic as easily as killing a field mouse.

Victor brings a bit of rat meat to the little owl to mend his conscience, which is shattered by animal protection ethics.

"It's the same magic that sealed me into the card last time, Black Magician. I have to ask you to teach me it again."

Victor drew his yew wand from his sleeve.

This wand, which is good at black magic, seems to have some nationality discrimination against the ancient Egyptian black magic. It has always been a bit awkward when Victor tried magic.

The Dark Magician - like a mother who disciplines a child who makes mistakes, came to Victor and spread his hands.Victor blinked, and then, as if suddenly enlightened, handed over the yew wand to the Dark Magician.

"Exchanging weapons. It means we are companions." Victor took the scepter from the black magician who was half pushing.

The Dark Magician and his demonstration began.

It's hard to explain how the Dark Magician managed to seal the owl into the card so smoothly the first time he used a modern wand.After being processed artistically by his brain, Victor's eyes imagined a situation like this:

The black magician dragged the owl into a square bone-eroding pit, and poured cement from the top of the pit that could be completely solidified in an hour. The owl's mottled feathers were trapped in the cement as heavy as lead, and became trapped underground. A stone sculpture that spread its wings and lost its freedom and life forever.

It was so terrifying to witness the black magic of Inka with my own eyes.It was a completely different feeling from the last time I was sealed.

Even when the owl was released from the card by the black magician, Victor still felt as if he was waking up from a big dream.

He held the owl cub in his arms and thought: I have to be kind to this owl for the rest of my life, but before that, I have to let this little life be my target.

"I can't believe I actually did this." Victor held the scepter in his hand that originally belonged to the Black Magician.

"Perhaps I will find a church to confess my sins later. Will the priest and God listen to the complaints of an atheist?"

The little owl's body contained traces of the Black Magician's magic just now, so Victor didn't have to worry too much about tracing the direction of the flow of magical energy.The Dark Magician gave him a magic cursor for reference.

This is what he wants to learn most - the flow of black magic and the reaction of black magic on the spirit of the caster.

It may sound ridiculous, and the Death Eaters will scold Victor for wasting all his resources, but the lethality of black magic is really the last thing Victor pursues. It is as much as he loves.

The scepter was raised by Victor. Although this was also the first time for Victor to hold this weapon, which had the style of a spear in the cold weapon era, the intimacy in his mind still rippled. He might not have realized it before He used the scepter to imitate the black magician's magic demonstration just now.

Even if these two attacks were fired from two people (the other one is a human being), two tools, if someone were to tell them apart, they might be as confused as the Weasley twins.

This exercise was very effective.

Victor picked up the card with the owl sealed on it like a dead leaf that had fallen beside a tombstone in a cemetery.

The images in the cards are high-definition and full-color, as if they want to give a final interpretation of their vigorous life through this colorful color.

"This is what you and your scepter are capable of." Victor felt the coldness coming from his neck and searching his entire body.

"I think I might understand a little better. Give me my wand and let me try again."

The little owl was freed from the card and felt like he had been given a new lease of life.It didn't seem to care, but that didn't make Victor feel any less guilty.In a way - aggravated.

Victor felt like a pervert who repeatedly tortured hawks.If Azkaban arrests him and he has difficulty in defending himself, the warden will poke his anus with a wand and ask in his ear, "Is this your crime tool?"

Victor soon knew that he would not face such accusations, because without the guidance of the black magician and the help of the scepter, he would not be able to recreate the magic he had just done.

"My wand is very unstable. It has become crazier than the Whomping Willow." Victor suppressed the magic power flowing in the wand, and they were flying into the sky like monkeys.

"what should I do?"

Victor asked the black magician on the side for help.He felt a little heat, and the heat moved monotonously between the palm of his left hand and the wand.

Vaguely, Victor had some realization. He deliberately avoided the heat, and his wand would be burned. The wand of the [-]th century was not much more stable than the computer CPU of the [-]th century.

Victor needs to make a choice, whether to let this energy wash away everything like a flood, even if it also destroys his left hand nerve and spiritual world; or to uproot the energy, reorganize the magic flow, and do it again A new try.

The Dark Magician held Victor's trembling wrist.

The black magician did not apply any more magic, but just held Victor's wrist. The mark left by the black magic was still clearly engraved on Victor's right hand.

Victor seemed to be awakened all of a sudden. He hugged a towering tree that was deeply rooted in the soil and unshakable from his chaotic state.

Yes, he knew what to do and what he had to break in order to achieve this black magic.

It is indeed rare to pull back from the brink.But Victor thought about it, threw his wand off the cliff, and then jumped into the abyss.

If the magic wand or your own spiritual world is to be broken, you can only let it break.

The tip of the wand emitted a light that was clearer than the moonlight. The owl's eyes were attracted by the night-like scene, and until the light hit it, it had no intention of hiding.

Its round eyes turned 180 degrees. After the light disappeared, it flapped its wings twice and flew over Victor's head.

Victor collapsed to the ground in disappointment, "It didn't work." He complained like a baby.

The Black Magician walked to the place where the owl had just stayed, leaned down, and picked up an inconspicuous object on the ground.

Victor straightened up, stretched his neck and looked in the direction of the Black Magician.

A feather appeared in the frame of the card in the Black Magician's hand.

The little owl was still combing its hair with its beak, and one of the evenly distributed brown spots on its wings was missing.

For this reason, it was looked down upon by the female eagle for a long time.

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Victor led Hermione Granger, who came to him to learn "Salute", to the Quidditch training ground.

Seeing that the traces of his and Harry's last dragon-riding mischief here were cleared away, Victor was very satisfied with Filch's work.

I will give you a favorable review of the Hogwarts staff mutual evaluation list at the end of the month.

"This place is spacious enough. If there weren't these iron pillars and rings, it would be perfect for a spring outing."

Victor chatted with his hands behind his back, and flirted with flowers from time to time. Every time he picked a rock of a suitable size, he would use the wand hidden in his sleeve to store them in a card.

After two rounds, Victor's steps were weak, but there were already two piles of messy cards in his sleeves.

Victor gave Hermione cards called "The Weed in the Quidditch Audience" and "The Stone That Tried Magna Cat", hoping that she could use these cards to master the magic of "Thousands of Bullets". curse.

"You must be very good at levitation spells."

Wingardium Leviosa, Hermione's nose almost turned up with pride.

Like a symphony conductor, she gracefully waved her wand, levitating a card handed out by Victor into the air.

"Nice display." Victor applauded. "Can you keep the card afloat while using another spell?"

"What spell, Professor?"

"Oppugno. The emphasis is on the first quarter. You have to imagine a throwing situation. Have you ever seen a baseball game? Think about how hard you want to throw the things in the card at me..."

Victor guided Hermione through repetitive drills.

Even if there is no progress this afternoon, there will be no significant progress within the foreseeable month.

But when Victor witnessed with his own eyes that in the future, under dark clouds, Hermione caused hundreds of swords to suddenly fall from the cards, he concluded that only Hermione Granger had mastered the true salvo of thousands of bullets.