[HP] Similar but different

Soon, other students arrived one after another.Everyone was curious and chattered non-stop.Harry quietly looked for Malfoy in this noisy background, and found that Malfoy was holding a wand, muttering something silently, as if he was reviewing spells.

"He really seems to know what to do, huh?" Ron whispered into Harry's ear. "I've never seen him pretend like this before?"

Harry thought so too, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Well, it's time for class.As usual, Voldemort quietly appeared behind the podium, and all the students fell silent for a moment.

"I have already told you that the first element in actual combat is to judge the enemy's intentions in advance." Voldemort said straightforwardly, "Since it is impossible for me to teach Legilimency publicly in class—" he slightly dragged his voice, "You can only focus on Occlumency. However, judging from the past two weeks, only a few people's progress is barely satisfactory to me."

There was no trace of reproach in his tone, but the whole class was silent, and many people lowered their heads.Harry couldn't help noticing that Ron shrunk his neck; out of the corner of his eye, Malfoy puffed out his chest proudly.

Voldemort paused for a moment, seemingly enjoying the deathly silence. "I know what most of you think. Occlumency really won't be part of the exam, but it's quite useful. Headmaster Dumbledore—" he paused again, "I very much hope that you can master this skill."

The classroom became quieter, the sound of breathing could not be heard, and the shame could almost materialize.Harry had been watching Voldemort, and his eyes widened unconsciously when he heard Dumbledore's name.Did Dumbledore know about Voldemort's class schedule?Really?So Voldemort was scaring him earlier?

"So, even if we are going to start a new lesson, you must not forget to control your emotions and clear your mind before going to bed every night." Voldemort continued, his eyes scanning the class, "I will know if you are doing what I say, understand ?"

"Yes, Professor!" everyone answered loudly, especially Malfoy's voice.

Voldemort made a satisfied expression. "Very good." He nodded slightly. "Now, we're going to the next step of judging the enemy's intentions—who knows what it is?"

Harry assures that the answer to this question is definitely not in any book, because Hermione bit her lip hesitantly.Assuming Voldemort couldn't openly teach how to attack people with the Dark Arts in class, wouldn't that be... "Defense?"

"Basically true," said Voldemort, who had briefly glanced at Harry in the other direction, "but Mr Potter, I would like you to raise your hand before answering next time."

Only then did Harry realize that Malfoy's hand was still there, and gray eyes were staring at him resentfully. "... yes, Professor," he replied reluctantly, but—

Mr Potter?Seriously Voldemort?

However, there was no flaw in Voldemort's face at all. "In order for you to understand more intuitively how to defuse the enemy's attack, next I will let one of you try to attack me with all the methods he knows." He added softly, "I don't use a wand."

The classroom immediately boiled.Putting aside Voldemort's preparations for Malfoy in advance; in this kind of duel-like premise, the defending party doesn't use a wand?

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, none of them thinking of this.

"What's going on?" Ron took the time to ask while everyone was in a commotion, "I thought they would only make a meaningful display at most? Even..." He swallowed the name "mysterious man" back, " You can’t deal with others empty-handed, can you?”

That was exactly the kind of problem Hermione could solve. "The wand is a European invention," she replied in a low voice. "The books say that Native American wizards can cast complex magic with their bare hands, but charms and transfiguration are very difficult."

Ron's eyes widened, and Harry knew for the first time.He blows up Aunt Marge when he doesn't get his wand, but it's completely out of control. "If you want to use wandless magic in actual combat, you must practice for a long time?" He guessed uncertainly, and then remembered the crown.Well, judging by Voldemort's usual performance, maybe he will learn it soon?

Before Hermione could say anything more, Voldemort told everyone to be quiet.When everyone looked at him, he raised his hands and made a gesture of pushing the door in the air - the classroom was immediately separated from the middle, revealing a long strip of open space that was big enough for two people to compete face to face.

It looks almost like Moses dividing the sea.There were gasps and gasps, and behind him Harry could hear Ernie MacMillan saying "fucking cool" and "when will I learn this" in a wistful tone.

Voldemort ignored another round of heated whispers that erupted below.He calmly walked to the end of the classroom and looked in the direction of the students. "Are you ready, Draco?"

Malfoy nodded, looking rather guilty.He got up and walked across from Voldemort, about twenty feet away. "When can I start, Professor?"

"Anytime you think you can," said Voldemort.

While holding up his wand with empty hands, it seems that he really needs to sweat for that empty hand.However, Harry still thought the result too obvious to require guesswork, even though he had never seen Voldemort cast wandless magic—

"Goofy!" Malfoy yelled suddenly.

A jet-black boa constrictor such as Harry had seen before darted out from the tip of the staff, hissing and spitting scarlet letters.The students all screamed and hid in fright.However, Voldemort only waved his hand, and the big snake turned into thick smoke.The smoke cleared completely before their screams landed.

"... Isn't this too fast? I haven't realized it yet!" I don't know who said that, and I got a lot of echoes.

Voldemort still didn't look sideways. "Draco," he stared at Malfoy, "I won't use Legilimency on you in this situation, but you should assume your opponent will." His prompt could almost be described as patient, "You How did you learn the silent spell?"

"Okay?" Malfoy replied uncertainly, flushing on his pale face. "I'll try?" After receiving a nod from Voldemort in reply, he shut his mouth tightly, his eyes fixed on his wand—

An invisible thing flew out from the tip of the staff, carrying a scorching breath.Lavender Brown couldn't back up, his hair was burnt yellow, and he screamed again and again.But Voldemort was completely unaffected - he circled the air with his forefinger, and a water ball appeared; it collided with what might have been flames, making a loud hissing noise, before disappearing together.

They had never seen such a strange sight before, and everyone was dumbfounded.Just when they thought Voldemort was about to make another comment, Malfoy suddenly stepped forward and twirled his wand.Another invisible spell flew out with the sound of the wind, and soon hit Voldemort.

At this moment, everyone saw Voldemort's feet floating off the ground, as if they were about to turn over; but at the next moment, a very faint golden mist sprayed from the palms of the man's upturned hands, and then their professor It fell to the ground slowly again.

The classroom was so quiet that a needle could be heard.After realizing what happened, the applause exploded violently.

"Nice job, Draco," said Voldemort approvingly, "especially at the end - take every opportunity to attack. Twenty points for Slytherin."

Malfoy looked no less surprised than the others; he was visibly genuinely relieved at these words.He bowed to Voldemort, and trotted back to his seat, secretly wiping the tiny drops of sweat from his brow.

For the rest of the class, everyone was practicing how to turn snakes, toads, slugs and other things thrown by others into qualified smoke.The spell itself is not easy, and the silent spell is even more difficult. As for using your hands directly...

"It's unbelievable," Hermione snapped at Harry and Ron in the hallway as they squeezed out of the room after class. "He's so demanding!"

Ron was even angrier. "You can at least turn a toad into smoke silently," he pointed out, with another chill. "I don't know what to do with that spider next time!"

Only Harry was silent.Facing the puzzled eyes of the two, he shrugged helplessly. "Who of you wants to try to do your homework under the nose of the crown?"

Ron and Hermione immediately said nothing.

Although the difficulty of Defense Against the Dark Arts courses has increased exponentially, it is strange that not many people really complain.Not to mention students like Hermione who loves to learn, the others are also enthusiastic.

In Harry's personal opinion, Voldemort deserves credit for his beautiful display of wandless magic - they're visually stunning.Now, no matter where he went, he could see some students with flushed faces, trying to repeat the magic of separating the classroom with bare hands; but in fact, no one could open the window through the air.

Truth be told, Harry was also interested in wandless magic and defensive spells, and he couldn't blame his classmates for being so fascinated.But at the same time, he had to think that as a Dark Lord, Voldemort was simply incompetent—could it be that Voldemort was really obsessed with teaching and thus forgot his nature of wanting great power?

After seeing the portrait for the first time in tutoring, Harry had tried to block Voldemort in private.As it turned out, the Dark Lord knew exactly how to avoid him.Fortunately, although he was helpless, Hermione helped him complete a brilliant idea——

After another tutoring session was over, as soon as the portrait turned around, Harry quietly approached the wall, pasted the things he had prepared in his pocket near the picture frame, and immediately slipped away with oil on his feet.

Half a minute later, Voldemort stared at the picture frame on the wall, his eyes widened slightly in disbelief—

Inside is still his portrait, but for some reason, there is a stick figure with a lightning scar, which is not as big as a palm.At this time, under the gaze of all four, the villain was clutching the tie of the portrait with all his strength, and asked persistently: "Voldemort, what do you want to do?"

The Dark Lord simply didn't know how to react.What the hell is this painting?What is the savior trying to do?

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Note: The setting of wandless magic in this chapter comes from pottermore, History of Magic in North AmericaByJ.K.Rowling