Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

"Be patient, little wizards." Dumbledore used his beard to wonder who had influenced the students: "According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, lower-grade students can only be exposed to how to deal with dark magical creatures. Only after grade [-] can you learn some spells to break black magic - as in your textbook "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense"."

Dumbledore walked back to the little wizards: "Offensive spells cannot appear in the teaching content below the sixth grade. I believe that many students from wizarding families will have heard of some spells that people find scary and are not willing to mention them openly. , yeah, they can’t even show you until sixth grade, so I feel really bad about that too.”

The students stopped talking, but their dissatisfaction was slowly rising.

"Uh...how did Potter learn to use Expelliarmus and Stunned?" Another student.

"I'm very surprised too, Terry," Dumbledore was still very serious.

"I think this Defense Against the Dark Arts class doesn't need to be taught at all." Andy whispered to Justin in a low voice: "When there is a real war, all the students will probably die."

"Then you still don't think of a way?" Justin frowned: "I sometimes don't know what kind of brain you have. Is this what you should say as a classmate?"

"Then what can I do? I've learned black magic, how about you join in? Alchemy to save the country?"

"Professor! You'd better teach us the attack spells." Zachary Smith, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke: "Suppose we were like Mr. Potter, but suddenly learned some very strange magic. Will you-"

Dumbledore's eyes were already staring at Andy, and the latter covered Caris's mouth tightly with lightning speed: "No, you can't, and neither can he."

Co-authoring this lesson was a trick on me.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and decided to obey the students' wishes: "Maybe we can do some small exercises, but... I believe you won't write to the Ministry of Magic, right?" The old man He winked at everyone, and there was a burst of cheers.

"Then let's start where Mr. Potter passed out?"

"it is good!"

"Stunning is often used in duels. As the name suggests, it can very effectively make the opponent temporarily lose consciousness and stop the opponent from attacking. It is a very practical spell for the caster to win." Dumbledore said as he conjured Several dummy targets: "But due to its danger, I have to ask you not to use it on your classmates in class."

The little wizards agreed one after another, saying that they were absolutely obedient.

"Stu——pe——fy." Dumbledore recited the spell in a long and eloquent voice. As he spoke, he gestured in the air with his finger: "His wand gesture is to tap your wand lightly. once, and then quickly draw an acute angle. Don’t use your wand yet, use your fingers to follow me and say: Stupefy.”

The little wizards all followed suit, except Andy who was making jokes.

"Come on, Terry, since you proposed it first, let's try it first." Dumbledore called out a hawk.

Terry walked out of the crowd. After he pulled out his wand, he took a deep breath and tapped the wand on the dummy, making a sharp angle: "Fainted!" But the dummy just shook it, and there was no response. Other reactions.

"Relax Terry, your pronunciation is very standard, but you are too nervous to focus your magic power. Look at the dummy and let's do it again. Follow me and say: pass out."

"The gangster falls to the ground!" The dummy was hit and retreated.

"Very good, do it again." Dumbledore smiled slyly, encouraging the little wizard: "Try to be a little more emotional."

"Fainted -" Terry was very successful this time. The dummy flew out, hit the wall and fell down, causing the wardrobe containing the Boggart to shake violently.He looked at his wand in surprise, then looked back at Dumbledore's blue eyes: "Thank you, Professor!"

"You should thank yourself. It's your request, isn't it? Okay, everyone can practice by themselves, just like Terry just did. I will guide you one by one."

The room was filled with the sound of Expelliarmus, and the magic lights lit up one after another, hitting the dummies non-stop.

"Professor Dumbledore taught so well!" This was the most frequent sentence Andy heard when he went to the dining hall.But to be honest, Dumbledore was really good at teaching. Not only was he bold and careful, but he also paid attention to the encouragement and education of students. It was indeed a good idea to let him return to the teaching position.

"What a rubbish class." Malfoy angrily sat down at the long Slytherin table and couldn't wait to eat the barbecue from Andy's plate: "Go get another plate."

"What's wrong?" Andy said, and Justin handed over his filled plate: "Dumbledore did well in class. What aroused you? You can learn to vent your anger even if you fall to the ground like a gangster. What's wrong, did he faint and get stuck in your face?"

"Why did you faint?" Malfoy finished the meat in a big gulp, waved his hand and went back.

"Hey, you don't want to eat?! How much did you eat?" Andy didn't bother to pay attention to him. He turned around and asked other Slytherins. Everyone said they couldn't tell.

"Hi, Andy, can I sit next to you?" Lavender and Parvati came over. Lavender said and was about to sit down, but Parvati looked at the little snakes around her.

"Sit down wherever you want. Are we Slytherins so rude in your eyes?" Daphne Greengrass spoke. Although it was rather blunt, it showed that Slytherin had gradually accepted part of Gryffindor. .

"Hey, by the way, how did you study while you were in a coma?" Andy remembered that Gryffindor and Slytherin seemed to be in class together, so he asked about the situation.

"Fainted? We learned a lesson about how to deal with Boggarts. Oh, by the way, it turned into a giant caterpillar, which really scared me to death. And Neville, he was afraid of Professor Snape, and as a result He changed Professor Boggart Snape's clothes into his grandma's outfit."

Justin was happy when he heard this, and several little snakes immediately curled their lips.

Oops - your old man Deng really doesn't teach synchronously!

"By the way, what is Malfoy afraid of?"

"Uh... He refused to let me talk. He got very angry on the spot and cursed Dumbledore for putting a curse on you. In fact, I felt the same way... and even shouted at the professor. Lost temper."

What the hell is this?Because of me?

Andy put his face close to her, and Lavender's face immediately turned red. He quietly said to her, "Tell me secretly what's going on."

Lavender hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Malfoy... saw you die."