Hogwarts: The Gray Wizard Volume 1 The Dark Wizard's Apprentice 836 The Wand is My Wife Raining always makes people feel a little bit sad. It's hard to tell where the worries come from, but it's accompanied by the light rain that hits your heart.
Breed out.
Walking in the light rain, my whole heart seemed to calm down.
Special peace and quiet. Special...
George complained and turned to look at Anton,
Anton shrugged and patted the fat ball on his shoulder.
Then, the light rain stopped for the first time, and the sky was clear and clear.
Anton's method of using fat balls to create small-scale artificial rainfall has reached the point where people hate it. The little wizards have to practice drying spells or cleaning spells to avoid sudden heavy rain in the corridors or classrooms.
And got wet.
Filch carefully explained the school's rules to Anton.
Anton thought for a while and then changed his approach.
Of course, not everyone hated Anton for doing this. Many little wizards looked at the fat ball that made rain on Anton's shoulders with envy, until Anton told them that he only used the fat ball as a magic prop.
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Anton shouted, causing the little wizards to exclaim.
Anton looked at the classmates around him with a mysterious face,
A Slytherin junior raised his hand excitedly, saw Anton looking over, and shouted loudly,
Anton put his hands on his hips and laughed.
After murmuring for a while, he looked at his junior student again,
Then the students around me began to think hard.
A crisp voice came from outside the crowd.
Seeing everyone turning to look at her, Hermione raised her chin proudly,
Pa~
Anton snapped his fingers,
Hermione blinked and then lowered her head to think.
"Maybe.....
"Ron raised his hand with some uncertainty,
Harry looked at Ron with wide eyes and disbelief.
Ron shrugged helplessly,
Obviously, Harry, who lived in a Muggle family when he was young, had not experienced the words and deeds of the wizarding family, and did not understand the importance of maintaining flying equipment. He always thought that wiping it carefully would be enough.
Anton smiled and nodded,
At this moment, the students around them seemed to have an idea, but they couldn't think of anything else that could achieve this.
A voice full of adult magnetism sounded in the corner. It was none other than Professor Snape. He didn't know when he had arrived here.
Snape finished speaking very quickly, his faint pupils looking around at these students,
scare!
Lao Si's momentum is overwhelming.
Students of all grades dispersed. Anton smiled and followed everyone into the classroom.
Bang bang bang~
Professor Snape walked in very quickly, waving his wand as he walked. As the wand moved, the curtains along the way opened automatically, letting in the sunlight.
He came to the podium, turned around suddenly, crossed his arms and stared at the students.
Snape looked around coldly and snorted.
He raised his hand with a look of wonder on his face,
The words of exclamation were recited in an indifferent and cold tone, full of ridicule.
Professor Snape turned around and walked onto the podium, pointed the wand in his hand at the blackboard, and several words appeared on it - magic, non-plant potion materials, herbal medicine.
After writing, he turned around sharply again, as if he was guarding against someone attacking him from behind at any time, with the hem of his broad black wizard robe flying up.
As he spoke, he raised his brows slightly and sneered,
Professor Snape slowly walked down from the podium and walked slowly in the aisle between the Slytherin and Gryffindor desks.
"The wand is an archer's bow and a knight's sword. You don't want to train bows and swords.
Use skills, throw away these tools and learn the technique of attacking with bare hands, that is simply stupid!"
Professor Snape raised the wand in his hand, looked from his elbow to the palm of his hand, then raised his head and looked all the way to the tip of the wand.
Laosi's long drawl and suddenly accelerated speaking speed alternated between yin and yang, but many of the little wizards bathing in the sun shivered and turned pale with fear.
"When a wizard holds a wand, it is easier to perform magic, the effect is better, the power is stronger, and it is more stable. It has countless benefits.
As he said that, Professor Snape continued walking in the corridor,
After saying the last sentence, Snape walked to the corridor, turned his back to the little wizards, and looked at the classroom door with a faint look, as if he could still hear a group of people talking and laughing as they opened the door and started class together.
In that picture, there was Lily, James, Sirius, Lupin, and...
A face full of anger.
He took a deep breath, turned around again, and walked towards the podium from the other aisle.
"After listening to what I have said, if you are still stupid enough to just think of the wand as a stick for stirring potion potion, that would be too stupid.
Professor Snape walked onto the podium again and tapped the words on the blackboard with the wand in his hand.
Professor Snape raised the wand in his hand again and pointed at it vigorously with his other hand.
"During the mixing process, you can clearly feel the changes in every detail of the potion.
"When you become proficient in such operations, your spiritual heart and rich experience will even allow you to use a magic wand.
You can find out the approximate effect of unknown magic potions.
Professor Snape mocked mercilessly,
The little wizards below were in an uproar. Professor Snape just crossed his arms and looked at the shocked little wizards silently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Magic is the power of the mind!
A potion under the influence of magic is also deeply affected by the psychic power of the wizard who prepared it.
As Professor Snape narrated, Anton also quickly recorded in his notepad. Old Si was indeed a master of potions, and he could talk endlessly about any point he found.
Various ancient, modern, and modern cases are at your fingertips and cited from other sources.
Anton never felt that he knew everything and didn't need to learn anything just because he became so good in New York.
On the contrary, he was filled with joy and was extremely satisfied to hear the insights of a master who could hear new knowledge points.
He doesn't need to compete with Grindelwald, Dumbledore, or Voldemort. He just simply likes magic. He likes listening to other people in school describing the experience gained from a lifetime of practice. It's special.
There is gain.
He has finished writing the book "Wizards Are Gods". It has been revised again and again, and the content is much richer than before.
Now, he still maintains a strong energy for learning knowledge and has started a new research field.
"Grey Magic: Humans, Environment, and Other Creatures", this was the title of the first draft of the book, and the contents were slowly recorded in several notebooks.
Of course, the biggest benefit of this class is that Anton finally began to understand how to deal with the wand branch that was as big as a cane that Dumbledore gave him.
Next, many people discovered Anton's abnormality.
Every day I held a big wooden stick and a small knife, occasionally whittling a few knives, and occasionally scraping a corner, and had a lot of fun.
Anthony Weasley, who stole the show during the summer vacation, is still the same Anthony Weasley.