Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Hesitating that Professor Flitwick hadn't left yet, Master Malfoy could only watch Harry and Ron leave angrily.

"You guys have to work hard, Miss Zhang and Mr. Ollivander."

Professor Flitwick glanced at Harry with some envy, then turned back and said to Glenn and Qiu.

"Don't worry, Professor." Qiu nodded obediently, "We will definitely train seriously and strive for this year's Quidditch Cup!"

She glanced sideways at Glenn, with a confident look on her face.

The young master snorted coldly and left with his two followers.

The expression on his face was just like a standard lemonade.

A girl with disheveled hair holding a large stack of books passed by not far away from them.

She had a pulled face and seemed to be in a bad mood.

Obviously, she wanted to catch up with the two of them to discuss school rules.

The "law-abiding" lady certainly deserves her reputation.

In the process of the boy-who-lived growing up to become the savior, this girl should be the most indispensable.

In Professor Flitwick's Charms class, they began to learn the Disarming Charm.

This is the magical skill that Harry Potter used to fight against His Highness the Dark Lord.

In fact, this kind of magic spell is often not very useful in actual combat. It is just a common method used in duels.

In a real life-and-death fight, it almost doesn't have much effect, especially when you encounter a powerful wizard who is good at casting spells without a wand.

The reason why it shines in the hands of the Savior Star is just a coincidence.

If it were really someone without the halo of the protagonist, such as Glenn himself.

If you want to use the disarming spell to challenge Voldemort, all things considered, it's just like seeking death.

"Mr. Ollivander!"

After Professor Flitwick explained the key points of the spell, the spells and wand movements, he greeted Glenn with a smile.

"Can you please come to the middle and demonstrate the practical use of the disarming spell for the students?"

After last year's final exam, Professor Flitwick liked to ask Glenn to demonstrate in every class, and then praised his standard movements and pronunciation.

As he said after the exam, he really trained Glenn as his most proud disciple.

Glenn walked to the center of the classroom.

Professor Flitwick, who had a small grid, waved his wand and conjured a human-shaped target in front of the lecture table.

The target is about the height of an adult wizard, with a head and hands, and a single wheel on the lower body and legs for steering and movement.

Its arms were raised stiffly, holding a wand-shaped wooden stick in its palm.

This scene is exactly like the human target in the Room of Requirement in the movie "Order of the Phoenix".

Glenn turned slightly sideways and raised his wand to about his chest, with the tip of the wand pointed at the target and the hand holding the stick.

"Okay, please start!" Professor Flitwick said loudly.

"Expelliarmus!"

Glenn read and flicked the wand in his hand.

The red light flashed and hit accurately.

The wooden stick used to replace the wand flew high, drew a standard parabola in the air, and landed in Glenn's outstretched right hand.

Professor Flitwick was greatly relieved and clapped his hands vigorously.

"A very wonderful display! Five points for Ravenclaw!" He patted Glenn's waist, "Please return to your seat, Mr. Ollivander."

Glenn returned the stick to him and went back to sit next to Qiu.

Qiu smiled at him and quietly gave him a thumbs up.

"Please note, as I just said." Professor Flitwick raised the wooden stick in his hand, "The disarming spell will have different effects depending on the action of waving the wand."

He put the stick back into the dummy's hand and demonstrated it again.

"Expelliarmus!"

He flicked his wrist to the side, and the red light hit accurately. The wooden stick flew to the side, hit the blackboard, and fell to the ground.

"Has anyone noticed the difference in the movements of Mr. Ollivander and I?" he asked with a smile.

Qiu hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand under Glenn's encouraging gaze.

"Try it, Miss Zhang."

"Glenn just raised his hand upwards, and your action was to wave sideways."

Qiu thought briefly and replied.

"Exactly! Just because Mr. Ollivander and I waved our wands in different directions, the effects of the disarming spell are different."

Professor Flitwick glanced at Qiu with a smile and continued.

"In actual combat, we need to choose different methods of casting spells according to needs."

He paused and pointed at the dummy.

"If it's a one-on-one battle or duel, Mr. Ollivander's method is obviously better. This way you can directly take away the opponent's wand and make the opponent lose their fighting ability."

The premise is that the opponent cannot cast spells without a wand...

Glenn added secretly in his mind.

"My method is suitable for melee situations. Such actions are faster and more unpredictable, and can establish an advantage faster."

The little wizards nodded thoughtfully, seeming to understand, but did not take it seriously.

But in their opinion, in this era, how many chances do they have to fight?

Even in battle, who would use such an old-fashioned disarming spell?

...

At the end of the day's classes, Glenn took advantage of Qiu being taken away by Marietta and quietly came to the Owl Tower.

Since the last experience of being almost exposed on the train, he never dared to open Morgana's letter in front of Qiu again.

The September wind gradually became cooler. Glenn leaned on the stone staircase handrail and took out the envelope from his pocket.

Although this letter has traveled a long distance, it still seems to carry a faint fragrance.

The letter is not long and the handwriting is beautiful.

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Dear Glenn:

Seeing the words is like seeing the face.

School should have started at Hogwarts, right?

I have to say, I like Beauxbatons more and more.

The food here is even richer than Hogwarts. I didn’t expect French food to be so tempting. I can hardly remember the taste of a thumb sandwich!

A few days ago, Madame Maxime took me to Paris. The cachee is like Diagon Alley in London. You have to pass a bronze statue to enter.

The Beauxbatons uniforms are also very beautiful, but the price is ridiculously expensive. Fortunately, Madame Maxime is generous enough, otherwise I might have to wear the Hogwarts uniform to class!

How are you and Qiu doing? Are there any interesting stories happening at Hogwarts?

If it is convenient, please help me convey to Katie that I am sorry for not saying goodbye to them. When I go back, I will definitely express my apology to them in person again.

By the way, remember that when you reply to me this time, don’t be as brief as last time!

And: If you forget what we agreed, I will definitely be very angry when we meet again.

I wish everything is well.

your,

Morgana