From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

It was also the first time for Neville to enter Calvin's world of paintings, but he quickly calmed down his curiosity and began to observe the surrounding environment.

It's all swords and armor, it doesn't look like a place to learn magic.

Neville turned around and found Calvin standing behind him. He boldly took out his wand and asked, "Professor Capet, what are we studying?"

Calvin looked at Neville who still had his father's old wand in his hand and patted his shoulder, "Put your wand away. You won't need your wand for today's study."

"No need?" Neville was surprised, "But Professor, I am not proficient in many magic spells, and it is impossible to cast spells without a wand."

Calvin smiled and said, "Neville, you misunderstood me." He stretched out his right hand and held a silver sword in his hand.

"Most of the magic in the first grade is not of much use to you. It's enough for you to learn the lighting technique. What you have to learn from me is: fighting."

Calvin handed the sword to Neville, who was still very surprised. "Professor, do you mean to ask me to learn Muggle methods?"

"Neville, you are wrong to say that." A man with brown hair and a resolute face suddenly appeared on the surrounding wall. He held a wand in one hand and a sword in the other, and seemed to be fighting endless enemies.

"This is Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor House. He was never ashamed to use Muggle swordsmanship as a weapon against his enemies. The dark wizard who died under his sword, No less than those who died at the hands of the wand. I even believe that Godric Gryffindor created a sword technique that can be used with the wand."

"Professor, what should I learn?"

"Well, let me think about it," Calvin counted on his fingers, "One-handed sword, two-handed sword, block, charge, whirlwind. Well, that's pretty much it."

Neville was stunned for a while after hearing this, and finally grasped the sword tightly and began to learn swordsmanship from Calvin.

Calvin quickly discovered that something was wrong. There was something wrong with Neville's brain. This was certainly not an insult to Neville, but that Neville could easily forget.

"Neville, please stop," Calvin asked Neville, who was sweating profusely, to take a break and squeezed his right hand. "Don't resist me."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes, and a silver thread extended from his right hand and penetrated into Neville's palm.

"Professor Capet, what is this?" Neville was very frightened and wanted to break free from Calvin's right hand.

"Don't talk, don't move, you will become an idiot if you are not careful." Calvin said softly.

Calvin's magical threads continued to wander through Neville's body, and he felt that his soul was very old, with many scars and holes, like a rag, and did not look like the soul of a young man at all.

Calvin retracted the magic thread, conjured two chairs, and asked Neville to sit down. "Neville, when did your amnesia start?"

Neville thought hard for a while and then said: "It seems that I have been forgetful since I was a child..."

"Have you always been forgetful since childhood?" Calvin was a little surprised. "Did you suffer any injuries when you were a child? I mean, injuries caused by magic."

Neville closed his eyes in pain, "I don't know..."

"When I was very young, Death Eaters broke into my house. I was just over a year old. I don't know what they did to me, but my parents were tortured crazy by them using the Cruciatus Curse."

Death Eaters?Then it may be the sequelae of the powerful Oblivion Curse, or even the Cruciatus Curse is not impossible.

So, is there any way I can cure him?Yes, but I need to experiment with others and cannot directly use it on this child.

"Professor, am I not suitable for your personal guidance?" Neville was a little nervous when he saw Calvin fell silent.

"No, I'm still very optimistic about you," Calvin came back to his senses and looked at the fat man in front of him, "It's just that we need to change our approach."

"We only practice the splitting action until you can't stand up."

The time for private instruction ended quickly, and except for Draco who returned to Slytherin, the other four returned to the Gryffindor common room together.

"Professor Capet's personal guidance is really useful," Ron recalled the teaching on the chessboard. "I dare say that Professor Capet's level of transfiguration is no worse than Professor McGonagall."

He held a chess piece in his hand, but its shape kept changing. Sometimes it was a bishop, and then it became a knight.

"I didn't see that," Hermione said hesitantly. "Maybe it's because my level is so low that I can't feel the difference between them, but I can feel that Professor Capet's teaching method is very suitable for me and is full of rational thinking. "

"No, Hermione," Ron said very proudly, "Professor Capet allowed me to experience transfiguration. That's why I have made so much progress. I dare say I will catch up with you by the end of the semester."

Hermione rolled her eyes, indicating that she didn't want to get to know this childish boy.

"Harry, Neville, what did Professor Capet ask you to learn?" Ron couldn't suppress the excitement on his face and asked Harry and Neville who had been silent.

"Duel, or actual combat," Harry seemed to be still recalling the private instruction just now. "At first, Malfoy and I were asked to dodge the ropes fired by the mechanism. Later, Malfoy and I were asked to shoot some simple spells at each other and then dodge. "

"Really?" Ron became more energetic as soon as he heard about the duel. "A duel? With Malfoy, you must have won. Did you beat Malfoy up?"

Harry looked a little frustrated, and he also wanted to beat Malfoy up. "No, Malfoy and I are not much different in performance. Professor Capet said that I can fire spells faster, but Malfoy is very fast." He is flexible and can avoid many of my spells, but it is difficult for me to avoid his.”

"And the power of the spell he mastered is a little stronger than mine. Although Professor Capet said there was a tie between us, I feel like I lost."

"Don't be discouraged, Harry." Hermione comforted, "You are much stronger than Malfoy, and you will definitely defeat him next time."

"But I think...Professor Capet pays more attention to Malfoy." Harry hesitated and expressed his guess.

"No way, you are his friend's son." Ron didn't believe Harry's words.

Harry waved his hands, a little annoyed, "Maybe I made a mistake. Neville, what did Professor Capet teach you?"

"Well," Neville said hesitantly, "sword skills, downward slashing and upward thrusting, and he also gave me a lot of potions to take at breakfast every day."

"Swordsmanship?" Harry and the three of them looked at each other, "Didn't Professor Capet teach you magic? Or herbology?"

"He said he would teach me later," Neville said, "when he cures my amnesia."