Platinum warm sun

【two】

The first class in the morning is Charms, a class shared by Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.Standing on a stack of precarious books, the little Flitwick explained in a sharp voice the various applicable occasions of the "Bubble Curse" and the casting skills of the Bubble Curse.

In the actual operation, Anastasia and Hermione were the first to succeed. They succeeded almost once, and the toughness of the bubbles was very good. They each won 10 perfect points for Gryffindor.

Next is the Transformation class.Anastasia wasn't surprised to find out that Professor McGonagall was an Animagus—the tabby cat, I have to say, was adorable.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts course was taken with Slytherin.Scarty Brown, a female professor in a black robe on the podium, is an Auror of the Ministry of Magic. She is responsible for stationing Hogwarts after the war and assisting Hogwarts professors to maintain the stability of the campus. The end of the war does not mean that Voldemort's henchmen have all accepted the dementor's kiss in Azkaban, not to mention that all the dementors that were left free by the Death Eaters during the war have been brought back.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Anastasia caught the expected figure again without any surprise, but her expression remained calm.Today's lesson was the Stunning Spell, and Anastasia was sure that when hearing this spell, the group of people around Hermione looked at each other and smiled tacitly.If they don't even know the most basic offensive spells like the Stunning Spell, how these teenagers survived the chaotic year of the war is really a question worth studying—unless Merlin is crazy.

All the people were divided into two groups, Anastasia looked up at her partner - a big boy with a round face, very simple and honest, but a little confused, it seems that his name is Naviron Barton.

Anastasia held the wand that slipped out of her cuff, nodded to Neville, who was a little nervous, and signaled him to start.

"Oh, Neville." Ginny rolled her eyes at him, "Honey, Harry taught everyone the Stunning Spell back in 'Dumbledore's Army', so don't be nervous."

Neville nodded, and added softly, "But, my stun spell seems to only stun the opponent for less than ten seconds each time..."

Anastasia sighed softly, "Longbottom, if you don't mind, let's start—it's my honor that you can only stun your opponent for less than ten seconds."

Neville nodded blankly.Then he raised his wand, took a breath, and yelled at Anastasia, "Swoon!"

Anastasia flicked her wand quickly, performed a silent "armor protection", and met Neville's frustrated expression.

She sighed, walked to the opposite side, and explained kindly, "It's not that your spell is ineffective, but that I used a defensive spell. As for the reason why your stun spell is ineffective, well, raise your wand."

Neville obediently raised his wand.

Anastasia walked to Neville's right with a good temper, and demonstrated the movement of waving the wand, "When you cast a spell, you only focus on waving your wand, but you don't notice how to use your wrist to cast the spell. Take full advantage of the power of the wand. Take care—you should do this, lift the wand from the lower left, which is convenient for aiming and easy to apply force. Well, you can try to shake it." Anastasia felt that it was rare He was so patient that he actually said so much in one breath—probably he just didn't like the frustrated look on his face.

Neville listened to Anastasia's guidance very carefully, and then seemed to understand something, imitating Anastasia's action just now, and waved his wand in a decent manner, "Stunned!"

"Bang" sounded.There was silence in the classroom.

"Um, anyway, good job, Ron, Neville." Anastasia pinched her forehead with a headache—although I just let you practice wrist movements instead of facing a classroom full of people Cast this spell.

Anastasia raised her head and met a pair of silver-gray eyes. Her breathing stopped for a moment, and she immediately turned her eyes away to the person on the ground.

Oh, Merlin, who else is such a big man except Goyle, the follower behind that guy!

Everyone in the classroom looked at Neville with astonished eyes, as if they were extremely surprised that he had used such a powerful stun spell—after all, everyone’s level was only limited to making their partner unconscious for tens of seconds—perhaps except Hermione and the others.

Professor Brown raised his eyebrows and glanced at Goyle on the ground, "Well, I have to say, this is a beautiful stun spell, isn't it? Mr. Longbottom, I'm glad you won ten points for Gryffindor." Then And inadvertently glanced at Anastasia who was standing aside.

Neville stayed where he was for a while, as if he couldn't accept the fact that he had awarded ten points to Gryffindor.

The classroom was boiling again, and many people gathered around Neville.

Anastasia pinched her forehead again - shouldn't your attention be on poor Goyle at this time?

Calmly waving his wand at Goyle, he muttered "quick sober" in his heart.Goyle opened his eyes in confusion, and rubbed the back of his aching head.Draco held out a hand to him and pulled him up from the ground.

Fortunately, in order to practice the Stunning Charm, everyone has a cushion behind them—unfortunately, Goyle fell sideways.

Anastasia always felt that, at that moment, he gave her that scrutinizing look.Merlin's pants, I hope this is just an illusion.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was followed by lunchtime, followed by two consecutive Potions sessions in the afternoon.Slughorn, the Potions Professor, was a chubby old man with a huge belly and a kind smile.Neville was still in a group with Anastasia and a boy named Seamus.These two classes are mainly about making healing potions—to be fair, this is not a high-end potion, and sometimes it is not as effective as a healing spell. However, for internal organs and other injuries, oral potions are better than watching Healing spells that can be cast indiscriminately without seeing the wound are useful.However, although the value of the healing potion is not high, the cooking process is very meticulous, and there is no need to add a drop of ingredients in the middle, otherwise——

"boom!"

Very well, Neville, you've effectively made a counter-teacher - although you seem right to do this kind of thing a lot.Anastasia complained silently in her heart, but on the surface she still had a paralyzed face.

Poor Neville splashed all over with inferior potions, and then went down to the medical wing with Seamus' support.

"Well, poor Mr. Longbottom--although he does make such little mistakes all the time. I'll see, well, Miss Hill is alone, and it just so happens that two students from my house are on the way." One less partner. Miss Hill wouldn't mind partnering with Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Goyle, would she?"

Silence, damn silence.The eyes of the whole classroom were focused on Professor Slughorn, who was still smiling in disbelief——Merlin, such a bad idea!

Anastasia increased the strength of the knife in her hand to cut the grass of Musklinger - you are wrong, she minds, minds very much!

Before Anastasia could make a tactful refusal, "Mr. Malfoy" and "Mr. Goyle" had already consciously moved the cauldron to Anastasia's sides.

Anastasia suddenly felt that the world was dark.Merlin's stinky socks, why do you bother her so much!Glaring fiercely at Professor Yuan Gungun who had turned around, he vented all his resentment on the knife in his hand.

Obviously, Merlin heard Anastasia's dissatisfied complaints just now, so he casually threw another stinky sock in her face.

A hand that was slightly pale and thin but obviously much wider than Anastasia's palm was attached to the back of her hand, holding the sharp point of the knife, "Perhaps Miss Hill didn't hear Slugher clearly. Professor En's request - what we need is musklinger grass dust, not scum, so..."

Anastasia stared fiercely at the palm covering her hand, her scorching gaze almost pierced a hole.

"Sorry, Mr. Malfoy, I will pay attention." Trying to calm down his voice.

Draco raised his eyebrows noncommittally, let go of his hand, poured the slices of chichek tubers that had been cut earlier into the cauldron, and began to stir.

It seems that he found something interesting, Draco thought, and there was a rare ripple in his heart after the war - it seemed that he was a little "special" - at least for "her".

Poor Musklinger grass on the table, successfully promoted from scum to grass pulp.

Have to say, sad day - at least for Anastasia and that innocent Musklinger, no?

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Indicates winter vacation, so update. .