Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

The first few months of each semester are naturally boring and busy...

There was no murder, no activities, and no trio that wantonly violated school rules and regulations...

Only the Weasley twins, who occasionally acted weird in the corridor, were decent.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that this ordinary life is meaningless. In fact, when you go to Gilderoy Lockhart’s classroom without the mentality and expectation of “going to class”, things become much more interesting…

In the third grade, we will learn about red hats, grindylows and other dark magical creatures.

But they don't just sit there and wait to be caught, especially not by Lockhart.

He has two choices.

The first type is just teaching the textbook without any practice.

The second way is to buy it on the black market with your own money.

Considering the considerable amount of money Lockhart made from publishing the biography and his self-esteem.

Most of the time he chose the second option.

However, he released these things in a state of extreme confidence until a cunning red-cap sneaked up behind him and tried to beat him to death with a stick.

Lockhart himself did not have the ability to catch them and use them as teaching aids.

As for higher grades... that's even more of a joke.

The best they can do is to be a third year student. I don't know about other colleges, but at least the seniors in Ravenclaw are ready to study on their own for a year.

Everyone knows that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changes every year. The reason this kind of person was hired this year was simply because Dumbledore couldn't find anyone else, so he was used to fill the position.

Of course, quite a few girls don’t think so.

However, Lockhart seemed very unhappy with the situation.

He selectively ignored the chaos in his own class and instead began to find fault with those quiet and peaceful "study classes".

Especially the college he graduated from, what's wrong with the students nowadays?

He didn't quite understand.

Even the girls from Ravenclaw didn't seem to like him very much.

Among these students, who could be considered the smartest in the school, few were fascinated by him.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they buried their heads in parchment, openly writing papers or drawing diagrams left over from other subjects. From time to time, they would look up and respond with a cursory "um" or "ah", nodding slightly or tilting their heads to indicate that they understood.

Or occasionally put down your feather pen and applaud the "great orator" on the stage.

This brought Anriel a lot of joy. After a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he was so tired of laughing that his stomach hurt.

There was no way, if he laughed openly, although Lockhart was not very smart, he was not a fool.

Besides, there are some things that can make Anriel happy...

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“The first-year courses are very simple…”

In the Ravenclaw common room, Luna huddled in a chair opposite Anriel and said guiltily.

Anriel didn't react much. I don't know if he didn't notice it or just didn't mind.

"You still have to learn even if it's simple. If you get all the answers right when I test you, I can teach you the content for next school year in moderation."

Okay, okay, Chinese-style education can be arranged.

Luna, unaware of the dangers of society, agreed readily.

Perhaps God didn't want this child to fall into the hell of after-school tutoring so early. When Anriel was taking a random test, Luna used a rare wrong spell, causing the teacup that was supposed to turn into a mouse to explode into pieces.

It's gratifying, it's gratifying...

As for Anriel's own studies, they are also very unique:

From time to time, Andriel would leave the school through Dumbledore's fireplace, but he didn't go out to play, but to attend class.

"Olivander's Wand Shop!"

A handful of Floo powder was sprinkled, and the fluorescent green flame engulfed Anriel. The next second, he took a step forward and stood steadily in a studio.

This was Anriel's first time attending class. Out of courtesy between old wizards, Dumbledore asked him to use Floo powder.

After that, Anriel could directly appear in front of Ollivander's Wand Shop. The magical seal of Hogwarts had no practical effect on him.

The gray-haired Ollivander was looking at Anriel with a smile, his eyes full of admiration.

How many people still study wands these days?

Since no one was teaching wand learning, a course that was almost forgotten by everyone, Dumbledore privately consulted with Mr. Ollivander.

The latter was obviously very surprised, no, it should be said that he was surprised.

In the original novel, Ollivander did not have even one apprentice until the seventh book when he was captured and imprisoned by Voldemort and then rescued.

Of course, maybe it has something to do with the fact that old Mr. Ollivander never married in his life. After all, this can be considered a family inheritance.

If it weren't for Dumbledore, Anriel would have to put in a lot of effort to learn the advanced art of wandwork.

"Oh, kid, welcome, so nice to see you again..."

Mr. Ollivander pulled out two wooden chairs and motioned for Anriel to sit down and chat.

Mr. Ollivander really hopes that the ancient and profound magical project of "Wand Learning" will be taken seriously again, although he knows that this is impossible -

It would be more practical to find an apprentice who is smart, reliable and has a bright future.

Then, who could be more suitable than Dumbledore's offspring, the great villain Anriel, who has great magical powers but just happens to be interested in wand learning?

Harry Potter?

Obviously Ollivander himself knew how unpopular a subject wand studies was.

After discussing this matter with Dumbledore a few days ago, Ollivander woke up laughing in his dreams these past two days.

"The wand is in good repair, isn't it?"

Ollivander looked at Anriel with a smile.

"Lacquer wood, extremely poisonous... thirteen inches, the core of the staff is... the nerve center of the Snake King and the Eagle King..."

Ollivander smacked his lips and sighed again, indicating that he simply could not accept the practice of his Eastern colleagues who deliberately bred wild, ferocious and murderous beasts for the sake of materials.

What’s even more terrible is that no one knows what skills those mysterious Orientals have, but these specially bred beasts are hundreds of times more ferocious than their wild counterparts.

This also directly leads to the fact that the "wizards" in the East, known as "Taoists" and "immortals", generally appear more impressive than those in the West, and the power of their spells is also explosive.

The pursuit of ultimate power and lethality...

Ollivander emphasized to Anriel:

The so-called wand learning is not simply to make a thin wooden stick for casting spells.

What runes, spells, enchantments...

Or the making of magical instruments and magic props, etc., can all be summarized as wand studies in a broad sense.

The true meaning of this subject is probably "the subject of making all the equipment that helps wizards to perform magic."

Ollivander said that when he was traveling to the ancient Eastern country, he had witnessed with his own eyes an old Taoist priest with a white beard from China who used the purple lines painted on the palm of his hand to guide magic power, and a purple lightning bolt shattered half of a mountain!

Anriel's mouth twitched wildly when he heard this, as if he had a stroke.

No, so this world is much more outrageous than I imagined?