The first class after the start of school was very special. The prefects of each college notified all students to gather in the auditorium.
All students from first grade to seventh grade are required to attend, and no leave is allowed.
The last time a large class like this was attended by all students was when Anton helped Dumbledore demonstrate the tickling spell.
The lecturer this time is Professor McGonagall, the Vice-President.
It is said that a shocking event happened in America yesterday, and Dumbledore rushed there overnight. I am afraid that he will not have time to hide in the school and eat cockroaches leisurely in the past few days.
"The arrow is deflected!"
A huge blackboard transformed from a chair stood on the podium, with this mantra written in the middle.
"Students, I believe many of you have heard of the battle that took place in New York. This battle will definitely be recorded in the history of magic and be inscribed with great color."
Professor McGonagall looked at the students below with a serious expression, "This is the first time that wizarding society and Muggle society have come into contact on such a large scale, and they have seen each other's powerful strength."
"As a school, we have never indoctrinated students to hold any political stance. This is your freedom and you need to enter society and explore it yourself after graduation."
"Looking for one's place in this world, seventh grade students should have heard me talk about this. This is the first assignment after graduation."
"We will not teach you how to discriminate against or even hate Muggles, nor will we teach you how to work hard for Muggle society. Again, this is your freedom."
"The great Dumbledore once said that we are all human beings, whether Muggles or wizards, we are just one member of the human race."
Professor McGonagall held the wand in her left hand and rubbed the wand with her right hand, walking slowly on the podium.
The dark green wizard robe danced with the breeze, and the huge curved wizard hat danced playfully with the rhythm of the steps.
"The significance of this concept was discussed in depth with Mr. Anthony Weasley when I was in New York. He believed that the relationship between Muggles and wizards is extremely subtle and cannot be explained by simple opposition."
"Especially after the emergence of the 'sub-wizards' group, I understand more and more what they explain."
Professor McGonagall stopped and pointed the wand in her hand at the spell on the blackboard.
"This spell deals with Muggle firearms."
Having said this, she turned to look at the little wizards under the podium. When she saw the face of the little wizard from a good Muggle family changed, she couldn't help but shake her head slightly.
"Some people may think that our research on this curse means that wizards are beginning to target the Muggle community, and may even lead to the rise of arguments such as 'wizard supremacy' again. This is a mistake."
"That's because you haven't seen it before..."
Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but pursed her lips.
"Because you have never seen the scene of a wizard holding a gun!"
boom!
It was like pouring a basin of water into a boiling oil pan, and there was a loud explosion under the podium. All the little wizards were surprised and told various rumors about the incident in New York.
The hut members and hut partners who have experienced this incident are the focus of everyone's inquiries.
"quiet!"
Professor McGonagall waved her wand and pointed it at her neck, "The voice is loud!"
"quiet!"
She said again, her voice echoing throughout the auditorium.
"Classmates, be quiet!"
Professor McGonagall, who had always been serious and stern, was quite dignified among the students, and the auditorium became quiet again.
"Yes, my children..."
She murmured and walked around the podium again, "No one stipulates that Muggles can use firearms, but wizards cannot use firearms. In New York, I have seen sub-wizards riding on broomsticks holding sniper rifles and rocket launchers.
, I have also seen wizards who use magic to assist gun attacks..."
"When we first saw firearms, we were afraid. We are afraid that Muggle technology has developed to such an extent. A weak or even disabled Muggle can even kill wizards easily as long as he has a firearm."
"But that period of continuous cycle lasted too long. Wizards gradually began to try to use Muggle weapons, and were surprised to find that they seemed to be able to use them too."
Unlike magic, which requires a wizard who can control magic to use it, guns and even small animals can be controlled.
A simple invisibility spell, coupled with a pistol, can harvest lives even faster than death.
If you are good at using floating spells and adding firearms, you can even use multiple weapons to attack at the same time, or make the recoil disappear.
Professor McGonagall has seen too many attempts by wizards in New York, especially those dark wizards under Voldemort.
At that time, she clearly felt the concept of the fusion of Muggles and wizards described by Dumbledore and Anton. At least she saw more than once that a wizard was riding a broomstick that could only be controlled by magic, carrying a Muggle.
A picture of the melon gunner flying back and forth.
That scene was so deeply imprinted in her mind.
Only then did she know that the contact between Muggle society and wizarding society did not bring about mutual hostility and fighting between the two groups, but the combination of various forces within the two groups to promote the development of their respective technologies or magic.
, also promotes killing to become more efficient.
This is not a good thing.
Dumbledore worriedly told her more than once that the population of wizards was too small to survive so many wars.
Yes, wizards will naturally be born when Muggles are around. This is the result of Anton's research, and they agree with it. But the culture of wizards, the magical inheritance of wizards, and everything about wizards may be affected by a certain event that has a wide impact.
The war resulted in a sharp decline in population, leading to cultural epoch and even cultural extinction.
That's the scariest thing.
Of course, these are not appropriate to talk about to these young wizards.
"Fortunately……"
Professor McGonagall stood still again and turned to look at the little wizards. "We have developed magic to defend against gun attacks. It can automatically sense attacks exceeding a certain speed and guide them to move toward the ground or the sky."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "In actual trials, we found that this magic spell can also be used to resist arrow attacks, speeding cars, flying broomsticks, etc."
"We have reported this curse to the Ministry of Magic of each country, and they will formulate applicable scenarios for this curse under the guidance of the International Federation of Wizards."
"Including but not limited to, it is not allowed to use this magic spell on moving trains, it is not allowed to be used during Quidditch matches, it is not allowed..."
After telling this, Professor McGonagall finally began to formally teach magic.
"This is actually a variant application of the 'Expelling Curse'."
What's interesting is that they tried countless methods, and finally found a way to deal with Muggles, and returned to the category of banishing spells.
"It's not difficult to learn this magic once you master the correct pronunciation of the spell and the correct gestures for casting spells."
"But if you plan to study in depth, you can think more about the 'Emergency Stop Curse' (spell: slow down and stop shock), 'Disarm Curse' (spell: remove your weapons) and Hurricane Curse (a kind of weather spell, spell: whirlwind
Volume) these three curses."
"I think you will be very interested in the effects of this magic..."
Professor McGonagall waved her magic wand, transforming the podium at the front of the rostrum in front of her into a parrot. The parrot flapped its wings and flew to the professor's chair behind it, combing its feathers quietly.
"I'll demonstrate it to you again."
She slowly waved her wand and made the most standard spell-casting gestures, "I am thinking of a light in my heart to drive away unknown attacks for you."
"The arrow is deflected!"
She gently lifted the wand in her hand from bottom to top, and an orange light was thrown out along the wand body, floating in mid-air, expanding rapidly.
After a while, it turned into an ancient palace lantern.
Inside the lantern, orange light spread, illuminating a one-meter area around Professor McGonagall.
"Wow~~"
The little wizards looked at this scene in amazement.
The lantern floated in front of Professor McGonagall's head, drifting and moving with Professor McGonagall's footsteps, shrouding her with light at any time.
"It looks so cool!" George shouted in amazement from across the Gryffindor table.
"Yes, Professor, we want to learn!" Fred said with the same excitement on his face.
Looking at the two lively brothers, Professor McGonagall finally smiled and said, "Then practice hard."
This magic class explains it in a simple and easy-to-understand way, but the little wizards cannot learn it immediately. Next, the little wizards need a lot of practice and the patient guidance of the professors.
There are three elements: spells, spell-casting gestures and emotional invocations. Not everyone can cast magic just by knowing these.
After a big class, there were no other classes today, and the sound of practice resounded from every corner of Hogwarts Castle.
Young wizards in lower grades cannot yet understand the power of this magic. It is a spell that can completely change the structure of the entire world.
Produced by the collective wisdom of the Order of the Phoenix, the top wizards in the wizarding world.
"Actually, it's really simple."
Anton snapped his fingers gently, looked up at the palace lantern floating in mid-air, and clicked his tongue.
Magic is simply magical. If a wizard develops a magic, others can cast it by simply chanting the spell they invented.
Anton thought for a moment and snapped his fingers again. The lantern disappeared, leaving only a pale yellow light covering himself.
After a little bit of experimentation, this magic finally seemed to have no special effects.
It was unremarkable. If it weren't for the faint magic power flowing around him, the friends wouldn't even know that Anton had successfully cast an 'arrow deflection' defensive magic on his body.
"How did you do it?" Neville's eyes widened and he looked at Anton in disbelief.
"The countercurrent of giant things, learn that extremely complicated magic, and it becomes very easy to learn this similar-looking magic." Anton shrugged and lazily took the scented tea handed over by Anna.
"I'm so stupid." Neville was a little frustrated and looked at the twin brothers in the corner of the cabin.
The two restless children each had a palace lantern on their heads and were hitting each other with objects, trying out this interesting and fun magic.
He sighed and turned to look at Anna who was making tea. Needless to say, looking at Anna's calm and calm look, she definitely learned it.
At this time, he suddenly looked at the lantern floating in front of Hannah's head with a confused look on his face, "Can you also use it?"
We agreed to be bad students together?
Hannah shook her shoulders and head a little nervously, and pushed up her lensless glasses, "My method may not apply to you. I watched a lot of Muggle TV series during the holidays, and there were a lot of gunfights in them. I can feel it.
You feel helpless when bullets are fired at you."
"This helplessness and despair allowed me to successfully cast this magic."
"TV series? Gunfight?" Neville was stunned. He did know a lot about Muggles in New York, but he was still surprised that Hannah, a descendant of an orthodox pure-blood family, would watch a TV series.
In fact, during that month in New York, he experienced a gun attack.
But Anton used the magic of 'Giant Countercurrent' on everyone at that time, which reflected all the hot weapon attacks. The speed of the bullets was too fast, and sometimes he didn't even know that he was being attacked.
Talent is something that is really hard to say sometimes.
Anton once analyzed that Neville is particularly suitable for the two types of magic: 'driving forward' or 'tough will'. For other types of magic, his talent is not that good.
Seeing Neville's disappointed look, Anton put his arm around his shoulders and said, "It seems you need some special training."
"Special training?" Neville quickly leaned back and distanced himself, and said warily, "What are you going to do again?"
"Quack quack..."
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Anton called Neville to go downstairs. Seeing that they were having fun, the other friends also followed.
Walking down the elevator in the huge pillar in the middle of the cabin to the ground, looking from a distance, the trees in the Forbidden Forest can't be seen clearly, and the distant light green treetops blend with the light blue sky.
Walk a few steps forward and come to a col in front of the hut.
There are some flaming mammoths with Shamut-style hair living here, strolling leisurely in the sunshine. They obviously like the afternoon sunshine.
Walking lazily in the mountains in the afternoon, the pink, green, sky blue, and long-haired flame mammoths look like a childlike embellishment in this gentle scenery.
That picture was particularly heartwarming.
"Ha~"
The monster Anton screamed, which frightened the flame mammoths and ran away. After running far away, they turned around and yelled curses at Anton.
"Quack quack..."
"Okay, let's do special training here."
Anton gently pulled out his wand and waved it around, muttering ancient runic spells in his mouth. After a while, the fallen leaves on the ground seemed to be picked up by the wind and rolled down into a ball.
"Come out, Lightning Puff!"
These leaves rolled quickly on the ground, and soon they grew four short legs, ran quickly, and pounced towards Neville.
"What's this?"
Neville screamed, only to see a velvet-shaped thing made of leaves jumping straight up and shooting towards him at an extremely fast speed.
The speed was so fast that he couldn't even react.
Snapped!
It had the unique earthy and rotten smell of the primeval forest, and it stuck hard on his face.
"Bah, bah, bah~"
Neville spat out the half-rotted leaves with a grimace. Before he had time to react, another ball of velvet leaves shot out and hit his butt.
Snapped!
He was unsteady on his feet and staggered a few steps due to the impact.
"Quick, use the 'arrow deflection' spell. It's so fast that your retinas can't even react. Don't even think about dodging. It's useless." Anton shouted, waving his hands excitedly.
Neville smiled bitterly and turned back to look at Anton with a resentful look. Then, another ball hit him directly on the cheek, slapping his head back halfway.
Just know.
Neville sighed, but took out his wand very seriously, chanted the incantation quickly, and waved the wand.
Unfortunately, he failed again. The velvet made of leaves struck every part of his body again and again. The pain was not too painful, it was probably as strong as being pushed.
This kind of special training is obviously effective for Neville. He has an extremely tough personality, which is enough to sharpen this magic.
"What kind of magic is this?" Fred pointed curiously at the fluffy leaves around him.
"A high-end application of flying birds." Anton looked at Neville with a smile, "Added some transformation spells, activation spells, and a bit of my own bionic spell to simulate the flying magic of the Golden Snitch."
"Flocks of birds?" Fred looked thoughtfully at the leaves surrounding Neville's attacks from time to time, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he turned to look at George, "Hey, brother, you know what I'm going to say.
What."
"Yes!" George rubbed his hands excitedly, "turn this magic into a spoof toy!"
"Haha~" The two high-fived happily.
Anna, who often exchanged alchemy with her twin brothers, began to understand the twins' brain circuits. She watched with interest, "Maybe it can be made in line with the idea of 'Weasley Swish-Boom Fireworks'."
"Merlin's fur! Anna, this is simply the best idea!" Fred obviously agreed with Anna's idea.
"Yes, whoosh-boom fireworks, flocks of birds, golden snitches, great idea, I've already thought of what to do!" George called to Fred, and the two of them ran towards the cabin again in a hurry.