Teaching assistants, as the name suggests, assist professors in teaching.
Although relatively rare in magic schools, this is a very common position in non-magical colleges and even middle schools - in fact, most experimental classes will be equipped with 1-2 teaching assistants to help distribute experiments
equipment or correct homework to cover all students as much as possible.
However, in Dumbledore's view, Grindelwald's suggestion was not really intended to share the pressure of class with Snape, but was more intended to be a way of forcing Elena to stay in the classroom.
After all, Elena is only a first-year student, and it is still too early to want to serve as an assistant in the Potions class.
"After all, Gellert still doesn't have much experience in dealing with students."
Dumbledore shook his head secretly in his mind and glanced at Snape's slightly frowned brows - obviously, Snape had the same idea as him, it was more of another form of confinement than a teaching assistant.
Not to mention, based on Dumbledore's understanding of Elena, facing this longer-lasting plan, the rebellious psychology of this lazy white-haired dumpling will probably only become stronger. It is better to concentrate on weekends...
"I think this suggestion is good, I accept it."
Elena shrugged, picked up the last baked snail and put it into her mouth, and answered happily.
On one side is Dumbledore's unknown arrangement, and on the other is the class of the youngest potion master in history. The choice should not be too simple - not only can he understand and come into contact with various potion materials openly, but he can also rely on Snee
Pu's identity was faked and threatened, but he couldn't find any reason to refuse.
"Um?"
Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with some confusion, and then at Elena who was enjoying the snail meal with squinted eyes. A trace of confusion flashed across his face. Could it be that the two of them had reached some secret agreement before?
"Sorry, Mr. Apokalis. It seems that I am the Potions Professor."
Snape tugged the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, his eyes slowly passed through the air above Elena's head, and he said slowly.
"I really can't think of how an eleven-year-old child could help in a senior potions class. She might not even know the most basic potions - maybe she could help arrange the chairs.
Wipe and clean various instruments?"
"But in that case, why don't I let the house elves help - at least they know how to protect themselves from the exploding cauldron, instead of..."
There is no doubt that Potions is a very dangerous subject.
Just taking care of the whole class of young wizards to stop dangerous actions that might harm them already occupied most of Snape's energy. He didn't want to be distracted by taking care of Elena at this time -
Even her height did not hinder his view of the entire classroom.
"Ur"
Before Snape could finish his mocking words, Elena raised her hand and read softly.
Traces of ancient magic writing disappeared in the air.
A faint white shimmer quickly lit up on the girl's fingertips, and then quickly spread into a small light group, like a white marshmallow, wrapping Elena's palm.
"This is?!"
The expression on Snape's face froze, and the next moment he quickly turned his head to look at "Otto Apocalypse" standing next to Dumbledore, his eyes full of shock and confusion.
Although compared to the old wizard's previous spell-casting scenes, both in terms of the brightness and coverage of the magic, the trembling little ball in Elena's hand was still far behind.
But there is no doubt that, judging from the traces of magic and the unique feeling of warmth, the two of them clearly cast the same spell - a magic that has never been recorded in the Hogwarts books.
"In the past week, I have been receiving treatment and learning potions from Mr. Paracelsus, um, Mr. Apokalis. I don't think I can identify basic potion materials better than five
The seniors in this grade are inferior.”
Elena stood up and walked to Snape, held up the ball of light in her hand, and said seriously.
"As for treatment, although I'm not very skilled, I think I can still be of a lot of help."
"Is this... using runes to cast spells directly?"
Seeing the whole process up close again, Snape frowned and tried to reach out his hand and imitate Elena's pronunciation and repeated, "Ur"
...no response.
"Young man, the original magic text is not that easy to master."
Grindelwald hugged his shoulders, grinned, and nodded his chin in Elena's direction, his tone quite proud.
"There is no special trick. Once you have mastered the pronunciation and the correct way to write the magic text, it all depends on your personal understanding. As for why this little guy can learn it... there is nothing to ask, just _____."
It was the first time that he saw Elena cast this magic spell correctly from the perspective of a bystander, and Grindelwald's mood was a little complicated.
There is a feeling that one's own child is promising, and there is also a feeling of sullenness that this girl has not studied hard before.
"UR magic text, the original magic text located in the second sequence of ancient runes. At least half of the currently known healing magic is inspired and derived from this magic text - it is undeniable that it is indeed a kind of magic text that can
A powerful magic text that controls life and death."
Dumbledore's eyes stayed on the ball of light in Elena's hand, nodded approvingly, and explained softly.
"So...this is the [very dangerous and powerful] magic text that Elena mastered as you said before?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and glanced at Grindelwald beside him with a half-smile.
It seemed that the relationship between the old man and the young man was much closer than he thought - so much so that a proud man like Grindelwald would not hesitate to make up such a poor excuse and hurriedly drag him all the way from the Eighth Route Army to the Eighth Route Army.
The building office rushed to the door of the underground classroom to prevent any accident from happening to Elena.
"hehe."
Feeling the amusement in Dumbledore's eyes, Grindelwald rolled his eyes silently.
After knowing each other for so many years, he still doesn't know what is going on in Dumbledore's mind at this moment. Perhaps only when this guy gets a punch from the "rua" with a "milky voice" will he understand the healing magic text.
In fact, there is more than one way to open it.
"So, Professor Snape?"
Elena waved her hand, dispelling the magic in her hand, and looked nervously at the potions professor who was deep in thought in front of her.
According to Lord Kami's clearance manual, the biggest difficulty in conquering plot characters is not the uncontrollable options, but the extremely limited time for events to occur - and now, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that can generate a lot of blank plot time for
Elena changed and influenced Professor Snape little by little.
"If you have any violation of discipline in class, even once..." Snape narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and looked at Elena and said softly.
There's drama!
"I promise to be obedient and obey all orders. If I have any questions, I will communicate with you first."
Elena's eyes lit up, she nodded hurriedly, and the little hair on her head suddenly stood up happily.
Snape nodded noncommittally, took out an old textbook from beside the podium and placed it in front of Elena.
"It's three-thirty in the afternoon. It's still this classroom."
"The first class of the third grade: Shrinking Potion. I will first explain the basic operations and precautions, and then at the beginning of the second class, I will directly prepare the potion."
"So, you still have one afternoon and... one chance."
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rua~
Chapter 2~
This is considered a normal update today.
There is also an additional chapter, I will continue writing it~
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