[HP]How to become a swordsman at Hogwarts

After the dinner, everyone in Gryffindor followed Percy and a female prefect to the Gryffindor Tower. After passing through numerous doors hidden behind sliding panels and hanging curtains, and countless stairs, Linlang It felt like she and the two prefects were the only ones in Gryffindor who were still awake, and even the twins, who were always very energetic, were yawning one after another.

"Dragon scum." Percy stopped in front of a portrait at the end of the corridor. After he said to a very rich woman in the portrait, the painting swayed forward, revealing a circular shape on the wall. entrance of the cave. Climbing through the hole is the Gryffindor common room. One door leads to the girls' dormitory and the other leads to the boys' dormitory.

The girls were dismissed first. After Linlang and Gemini had a good night, they didn't forget about Ron and Harry. They didn't have a chance to talk tonight, but seeing that they were more serious than Gemini and couldn't open their eyes, Linlang had a reason. I doubt they heard her at all, but their instinct made them nod in response.

There were only five new Gryffindor girls this year, and they were divided into two rooms. Linlang and the brown-haired girl named Hermione Granger shared a double room.

Hermione is a smart little witch. Linlang originally thought that she had read enough books, but she didn't expect that Hermione was even more powerful than her. Linlang dared to say that many pure-blood wizards didn't read as much as she did, but they just tried too hard. If she hadn't been too tired today, she would have planned to review tomorrow's class at night (yes, it was no longer a preview). Linlang felt that she and Percy would have a common language.

After giving up the courage to go out and find his own place to sleep for the next year, Linlang had a good night's sleep. Neither of them were bed sleepers. They found the Great Hall early. Only Percy was on the Gryffindor table. Waiting alone, seeing that it was earlier than Linlang this time, she puffed up her chest proudly, and the prefect badge on her chest seemed to shine brighter, which made Linlang look at it several times. This time it was the normal version. .

After the two of them had almost eaten, Percy sent them their class schedule. The first class was the Transfiguration class of their dean, Professor McGonagall. The Hogwarts class schedule is still very flexible. There are three major classes every day from Monday to Thursday. On Friday, only the potions class is in the morning, and the rest is your own time.

While Linlang was still looking, she heard familiar footsteps coming up behind her. Two redheads came up and glanced at each other. Fred curled his lips in boredom: "George, it's exactly the same as ours back then. It's so boring. Good morning." , Lin." "It's okay, Fred, we can have our own fun. Good morning, Lin." "Good morning, George, Fred. This is my roommate, Hermione Granger."

The two parties said hello and quickly lost interest in each other. Hermione took the class schedule and went to ask Percy questions. As soon as she left, Fred and George immediately lowered their heads, leaned closer to Linlang, and whispered: "I was supposed to take you to visit our Hogwarts tonight." "But our beloved Captain Mu Mu insisted on holding a mobilization meeting for us today."

Linlang pushed their heads away one by one: "Don't come close, I can hear you. Why is there a meeting on the first day?" She originally thought that today she would know the secret that they had been hiding for more than a month, but no I thought about being cut off by Quidditch first, but I hadn't specified the specific day before, so I couldn't blame them, so I had to torment myself with the class schedule in my hand.

The little girl couldn't hide her worries. If they hadn't known that Linlang was thin-skinned and they still needed her for their experiment, they might have laughed out loud. George took out his wand and tapped on the blank space on Tuesday night: "See you tomorrow night." As the schedule became flat again, a small firework pattern appeared on the clicked place, looping on the parchment paper. It explodes back and forth and then disappears.

Before Linlang could feel ashamed that her behavior of torturing the class schedule was discovered, she was attracted by George's hand: "Is this also a silent spell?" George saw that she liked it, and added a few more to the class schedule: "Not yet. Forget it, it's just a little trick." Linlang shook her head: "No, it's amazing, I can watch it all day just looking at this."

Lin is too coaxable. Fred, who was watching the excitement, hated the iron and came up with a bad idea: "Why don't George give him a fever candy, and then Wood and I will tell him that he has a fever, and I will bear his three hours alone, and let George I'll take you to see it first." In fact, he and George hadn't decided yet who would be the guinea pig for the improved fever candy.

It's a pity that Linlang had seen their previous fever candy and vomited endlessly. If it hadn't been for the effect of Yurun, Aunt Moli would have been frightened. The smell in the room took Linlang three sticks of incense before she felt the smell disappear. It took her three days to overcome the psychological shadow and was willing to walk into their room again. Upon hearing this suggestion, she shook her head faster than a rattle: "No, no, no, I'm not in a hurry." She was more willing to wait one more day than to watch George vomit.

Fred still didn't give up and wanted to persuade Linlang, but George, who saw through his sinister intentions, strangled his neck and dragged him away. Linlang originally wanted to save Fred, but accidentally Hermione asked her to come with him. Going to class, she gave up the idea without hesitation and ran off with Hermione.

The classes at Hogwarts are indeed interesting, but they are not very friendly to people like Linlang who have been learning spells since childhood. No matter how talented she is in spells, her performance in magic is poor. Spells and magic are two completely different systems, but the so-called mana/magic used is the same power.

For Linlang, the logical method of using spells has formed her first memory. Now that it is magic, it is no longer easy for her to restrain herself from using spells. Especially when Professor McGonagall asked them to turn matches into needles, she almost did it with her bare hands out of habit. Fortunately, she suddenly reacted and stopped her hand urgently, almost causing internal injuries to herself.

But at the moment, the one who suffered the most serious internal injuries was Hermione, who was tutoring Linlang. She didn't understand why someone could have such standard postures and almost perfect pronunciation, but there was no sign of using the spell at all. Linlang had already given up. She was ready to comb it out slowly, but she still didn't want to give up.

Linlang couldn't help but feel lucky that she didn't make an appointment tonight, otherwise Hermione wouldn't have let her go. If she dared to let those two people go, she might have signed many unequal treaties without knowing it.

"What's the difference?" Hermione frowned as she watched Linlang wave the wand again like a textbook, but Match still showed no response. Linlang knew very well what the difference was. She was too embarrassed to delay Hermione, who had been with her for two or three hours after dinner. She used the spell while swiping the wand, controlling the head of the match to turn into Got the needle

Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief. After Linlang repeatedly expressed that it was okay and that she could just consolidate it a little more, she took the textbooks for today and tomorrow to review.

The two or three hours of pulling were not completely wasted. Just when Linlang used the spell, he faintly felt the response of the wand. Linlang played with the wand in her hand, which was made of 125-inch hornbeam wood. The core of the wand was dragon heart nerve. Mr. Ollivander, who sold her the wand, said at the time that the biggest feature of the hornbeam wand is that it can be used as quickly as possible. They become extremely personalized in a very short time, making it very difficult for anyone other than the wand owner to perform even the simplest magic with it.

Maybe this wand will choose her, which has something to do with her physique. As long as she can grasp the connection with the wand, she may be able to simply solve the current problem. With this thought, she rubbed the wand in her hand, recalling the mysterious feeling before, and used the transformation spell again. Although the match still didn't respond, she felt the response again, stronger than the last time.

It's a pity that after practicing all night, Linlang didn't succeed. There must be something missing. This feeling of always thinking that he would succeed next time made Linlang uncomfortable.

She originally expected that there would be some interesting classes the next day to divert her pain, and preferably provide some inspiration, but reality gave her a heavy blow. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning went from being the most desired class among first-year students to being the most hated class in just one class (although this record was broken by the Potions class on Friday).

Linlang didn't know whether Professor Quirrell was really talented or not. She just felt that the garlic was about to make her faint. Her senses were more sensitive than others, and she was hurt more seriously in front of garlic. She only regretted that she didn't learn. How to close the part - specifically the perception of the nose. But if she had to spend an entire school year like this, she might soon be self-taught.

In addition to the garlic attack, Linlang didn't know why she always felt a violent emotion near the professor. This emotion was so strong that it could even affect her. This emotion always surrounded Professor Quirrell, but it was also with him. After being separated, Linlang initially judged that it was haunted by evil ghosts, and she planned to have the courage to take a look in two days.

Anyway, at the end of the class, she was trying to control herself from being fainted, trying hard not to be affected by her emotions, and thinking about how she would be beaten up if the devil really caught her, Professor Quirrell. She didn't understand a few words in class.

After class, Hermione wanted to discuss a question in class with her. Linlang could only look back at her blankly. Hermione was very serious: "Even if Professor Quirrell stutters and cannot answer some questions, he There is still something worth learning, how can you not listen to the class?"

Linlang was embarrassed to say that she actually didn't even notice that Professor Quirrell stuttered. She just nodded and said that she would listen to the lecture carefully. Then in the afternoon's History of Magic class, she took out her Defense Against the Dark Arts book and started doing her homework while Hermione looked at her with another heartbroken look.