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"Have everyone read it?" he asked.

"Very well, then, I'm going to start asking questions. Please note that you don't have to raise your hand to signal that you want to answer this question. Because everyone will be asked by me at least three times this semester. Please be prepared."

He stood on the podium with his hands behind his back, his long black hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head. He Shenyan said, "Please, Mr. Draco Malfoy, stand up."

Harry turned to look, Malfoy stood up pale.

"Please tell me, can the total amount of magic power be increased through acquired efforts?" He Shenyan asked casually, Malfoy swallowed, his voice was low, and there was a weakness: " But... OK, Professor. I think so."

Harry saw a smile on the professor's face: "Yes, five points for Slytherin. Please take a seat."

Malfoy sat down with relief and heaved a sigh of relief. For some reason, he always felt a pressure to deal with the young new professor.

"Mr. Malfoy is right, the total amount of magic power can be increased through acquired efforts. After about a week, I will tell everyone how to meditate. If you find that there are more classmates around than you at that time, please don't be discouraged, Don't feel like you have no talent and want to give up. Remember, the amount of magic power is not the criterion for determining whether you are a qualified mage."

He Shenyan continued, "Mr. Ron Weasley, please stand up."

Ron stood up quickly, his knees even hitting the table with a thud. But he didn't scream in pain.

Everyone could see his nervousness, but no one laughed at him, not even Malfoy. The new professor seems to have the ability to get everyone serious without even realizing it. Harry heard Professor He ask: "Please tell me the process of casting the spell?"

Ron stammered: "Uh, use your spirit and will to drive magic, use your imagination to build a spell model, and finally use magic to release the spell model... Yes, is that so, Professor?"

"Very good, five points for Gryffindor. Please sit down, Mr. Weasley. I have a few points to add that I hope you will jot down, oh, I noticed that quite a few of you didn't bring a notebook. This is my problem, I forgot to remind you, sorry." He snapped his fingers, and everyone got a pen and a black vellum.

After they all picked up their pens and started to record, He Shenyan said again: "I wrote this process in great detail, so you may find it a little difficult to understand. But it's actually very simple, and it's a matter of course for the mages. , how many of you have had emotions that caused something around you to change?"

Many people raised their hands.

"That's right, at that moment, your strong emotions drove the magic, making it do what you imagined. The essence of spellcasting is to use will to affect the real world - please write down this sentence, it will be used in the exam. Also, please don't write some irrelevant content in your notebook. I will check at the end of the term, which is also related to your overall grade. If you fail, you will be held back."

This class has been on from nine thirty to twelve, and the get out of class is over. In twos and threes, they were ready to go to lunch. Ron said to Harry about the professor's teaching style: "God! He's so strict, isn't he? I never thought he'd give us so many rules as soon as he came up!"

Hermione said aside: "A lot? I think it's okay! And he's actually very responsible. You don't bring your notebooks are all from him."

Halle nodded: "I've already started looking forward to meditation, but I turned to page forty-five, and the words on it were blurred. There was only one clear sentence: Please wait for the progress of the course, and don't try to meditate on your own."

Ron looked at her in shock: "You actually read the rest of the content? I can't stand the first three pages! Too many theories!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and they agreed that Ron might be allergic to reading.

At lunch, they heard quite a few seniors complaining that the new class was too difficult, and it was hard to imagine ditching wand casting altogether.

Ron thought thoughtfully: "It's okay..."

Harry was cutting the steak on the plate, and she asked, "What's the matter?"

"Fortunately, my wand was left over from my brother's use. Even if I throw it away, it doesn't hurt." He laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes, and she pointed out a question unceremoniously: "If even the senior students think the course is too difficult, then you should think more about whether we will fail the exam."

The originally cheerful atmosphere was frozen with Hermione's words. Many new students at their long table heard Hermione's words. Their expressions also became as gloomy as those of the seniors. Ron stared blankly ahead after Hermione said those words, as if he had already seen himself failing the exam. Harry shook his head, finished the steak, and ate another vanilla ice cream.

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At dinner that day, this heavy atmosphere was even more evident. Every student had a solemn look on his face. A lot of people actually brought "Basic Theory of Magic" to the auditorium while eating and watching, and they were very careful not to let the soup splash on it. Professor McGonagall looked at this scene in disbelief, and she whispered to Flitwick next to her: "Merlin is above, what's the situation?"

The little professor smiled and said, "Minerva! No matter what the situation is, I'd love to see their vigorous energy put to good use. Not to mention we were like that a month ago, weren't we?"

Snape's eyes wandered back and forth between his dinner plate and Slytherin's long table, UU reading www. uukanshu.com He ate the food in his bowl without saying a word, and then left. He came to the basement floor, his own office. The original potions classroom will obviously not be used again this year, but he learned from that Mr. He that potions is still an important subject in their world, but it is slightly different from what wizards master. He was looking forward to the day he learned a new potion.

For the first time, he lit the fireplace that he had not used for a long time, and put all the glass jars with strange things on the shelf into a large box with magic power. He also cleaned up the dust on the ground. The walls were dark and dull, and he frowned. A simple spell was used: Fluorescence. This is a basic spell that is somewhat similar to Fluorescent Blink, but quite different. The function is to release a long-lasting light source, which can be fixed, shaped, and can be turned on or off according to the wishes of the releaser.

A light ball emitting a soft warm light floated on the ceiling, filling the room with warm light.

After doing all this, he tidied up his clothes and hair and sat on his chair. Get out some documents and look like you're busy. In fact, the pen didn't even move.

After a while, there was a knock on his office door. Snape straightened his back, trying to keep his voice from fluctuating: "Come in."

A red-haired girl pushed open the door and walked in, with her hands behind her back, she walked all the way to Snape and handed him a vanilla ice cream.

"For you, Professor. I noticed you didn't eat dessert today." Harry said with a smile.

"...Thank you." Snape stared blankly at the ice cream. He took it and took a bite.

"Very good... Five points for Slytherin," he said flatly.