The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

After two classes, Ricardo became famous, and he was pretty good.

The first quarter was just scary, but the second quarter was just a heartbeat game. First, he started with Tianyuan or went straight to Huanglong. He instantly stunned the seventh graders with a paper, and then continued to ask, "You haven't learned it yet?" and attacked like crazy. , expressed dissatisfaction in terms of language, actions, demeanor, etc. Although it was not stated clearly, it obviously made the students feel what "you are the worst class I have ever taught".

After giving them a slap in the face, Ricardo then persuaded them to study emotionally and told them to study for themselves; he also gave two practical ways to encourage students to study: "Autumn Tour in the Forbidden Forest" and "No Homework".

Finally, there is a college competition, in order to transform their mutual disdain into a motivation for learning, and a comparison to inspire students' college pride and the will to study for the rise of the college.

From a personal perspective, it is to compare with opponents; from a collective perspective, it is to bring glory to the college; from a short-term perspective, it is to avoid homework during the autumn trip; in the long-term, it is for the prosperity and happiness of one's own life.

——This kind of multi-dimensional encouragement to learn can mobilize the enthusiasm of the little wizard, right?

For a time, the motivation of the seventh graders obviously increased. No one wanted to hold back the college, and no one wanted to be scolded by Professor Silva.

As a result, the effects of Charms and Transfiguration classes have improved a lot, and Professor McGonagall's often tense face has relaxed a little.

"Well done Ricardo," Flitwick said with a smile, holding a cup of tea, "no one in the seventh grade said the wrong spell."

"It's just a momentary excitement," Ricardo was not fooled by the "victory" in front of him. "The three-minute heat is the nature of teenagers. It is difficult for them to persist until the real wizard exam."

"Everything is difficult at the beginning," Flitwick poured Ricardo a cup of tea. "I think that this time both wizard level exams will be passed in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I'd like to lend you a kind word." Ricardo clinked glasses with Flitwick, and Flitwick drank it all in one gulp, mumbling Ricardo's words.

"Ravenclaw is not a wraith shaped by indifference and arrogance, but a sage shaped by wisdom and persistence... I think you are quite suitable to be a reporter, Ricardo."

"why?"

"With your eloquent mouth, you will definitely double the sales of the Daily Prophet."

"That's too much praise, Filius," Ricardo waved his hand, "I don't have that ability."

"You can do it. The parallels made my blood boil." Flitwick disagreed. "Professors usually have a talent for speaking. For example, Principal Dumbledore. If he really wants to tease you, he will definitely fool people into finding you." To the north and south.”

"Leader and professor cannot be confused," Ricardo replied, "Principal Dumbledore is a leader, and I am not as good as him."

"Okay, Filius, let's get down to business, this magic pattern."

Flitwick thought about what Ricardo just said, what a guy!Not as good as him, doesn't this mean temporarily inferior?Young people are indeed young people and are motivated!

"What are you going to do, Ricardo?"

"My idea is to outline the armor spell, after all, it is the simplest one, and then outline the other magic patterns."

"I said before that I didn't want an armor spell... Are you sure you want to sketch it on paper?"

"That's definitely not it."

How can the final mission be called the final mission if it is completed so quickly?

He had already experimented with sketching on paper in his office, but apparently had little success.

The paper couldn't support the magic injection and exploded instantly, and it exploded violently, so he came to Flitwick's office to ask for help.

Obviously it wasn't because he was reluctant to blow up his own nest... What he wanted was to let Flitwick help find out which step was wrong, and prevent the explosion from hurting him.

"Then what material do you want to use?" Flitwick asked bluntly. "It must be fragile and able to accept the infusion of magic."

Ricardo looked around, thought for a while, and walked to the window.

Looking at the transparent window glass, he raised his hand and drew a magic pattern on it.

The golden lines light up as the fingertips slide, forming a mysterious pattern bit by bit.

Will it succeed this time?

Horizontal, folding, lifting...

boom!

There was a loud noise and the glass was blown to pieces. Ricardo took a step back and spit out a mouthful of blood involuntarily.

"What's wrong, Professor?" With a scream, a house elf jumped out of the air.

He looked at the shattered glass and screamed, then looked at the empty window without glass, and hurriedly stretched out his finger.

"No, no little guy, you will..."

A beam of magic flew towards the window, but immediately bounced back. The magic beam was more than twice as big as before!

Ricardo quickly threw the house elf down, and the magic beam grazed his right hand, making a huge hole in the floor.

He stood up with difficulty and glanced at the scratches on his hands.The mark didn't change much at first, but soon it started to bleed.

The house elf stared blankly at Ricardo's arms, bewildered, but soon slammed his head against the wall in grief.

"Bad Mara! Bad Mara! She actually caused Professor Flamel to be harmed!"

"Alright elf," Flitwick said after everything was caught off guard, "You can take the broken glass and leave. We have something else to do."

"Wait!" Ricardo called from inside, "Mara, you can just go, I can still use the glass."

"F...Professor Flitwick?" Mara looked at Flitwick, her big eyes showing confusion.

Who on earth do you listen to?

"Okay, you go ahead and do your work first," Flitwick nodded, "I can still do the disappearing spell, don't worry."

Mara said "Yeah", jumped a little, and disappeared.

"How about we go to the hospital wing first?" Flitwick looked a little worried as he looked at the blood spit out by Ricardo.

"This kind of minor injury doesn't matter to me," Ricardo shrugged and used a vanishing spell to remove the blood and most of the fragments, leaving only a few larger pieces of glass. "I think the armor magic pattern is probably half the battle. At least these pieces are probably solid."

"..."

Without saying a word, Flitwick took one piece and three of them were shattered into pieces. The glass began to crack when it was broken into pieces for the second time, and it cracked directly after the third time.

The atmosphere started to get a little awkward...

Ricardo coughed twice and held up his right hand as an invitation, signaling Flitwick's criticism.

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with your idea, and your idea is also very good," Flitwick first raised his voice and then suppressed it. "But unfortunately, there is a little problem with your method. For example, you did follow the outline sequence. You did follow the book. There’s just a little problem.”

"Well, you come to my place for tutoring on weekend nights, and I'll teach you how to solve this problem."

"Does that mean I also have to go to class?" Ricardo smacked his lips, "Sounds good. Is there any compensation?"

"Obviously, you know haha..."