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The corridor shook violently, and Lin Mo finally fell to the ground.

He turned around but did not see the shadow of Peeves. He was afraid that it would escape and said loudly: "Peeves! Take me to the Charms Classroom!"

"There happens to be a guiding light ahead. You go find him. I'm going to play tricks on others!" Peeves yelled, and his voice gradually faded away: "O'erle, O'erle! Little Slytherin can't see it.

Come to me! The world is spinning and I’m shocked!”

Lin Mo helplessly touched his sore nose.

It's almost impossible to get back from Peeves. Even the professors can't do anything about him, especially when you can't hit his ghostly body but he can pinch your nose.

It would seem irrational to be against it.

Maybe if you have a chance, you can ask Barrow for an amulet or something like that.

Lin Mo quickly followed Mr. Street Lamp in front of him.

Fortunately, I met him here by chance.

Street Lamp is indeed a navigation expert. When Lin Mo was taking Transfiguration class, he figured out the main classrooms and corridors of the school and quickly brought Lin Mo to the correct classroom. It seemed that Mr. Street Lamp had completely fallen in love with Hogwart.

Ci is a big maze. As Lin Mo said, there are always students who are lost and need his help. He likes this kind of work.

His wick was shining brightly, and he excitedly said that he would make a detailed magic map to give to Lin Mo (he had already made a magic map of the big market before), but it would take a while and he would need to get familiar with the school again.

Although he knew that the street lamp map would not be as magical as the Marauder's Map, Lin Mo was still full of expectations.

He made an appointment with Mr. Streetlight to meet at a fixed place every few days, so that he didn't need to go back to the lounge at night and could explore Hogwarts freely. He just had to turn down the brightness so as not to disturb the sleeping armors and portraits.

Well, the school does not prohibit the free coming and going of magic items, and he can usually do his best to help those students who are lost.

Entering the spell classroom, Lin Mo also chose a seat near the window.

The teacher is naturally the Head of Ravenclaw, Professor Filius Flitwick.

If everyone's performance in the previous Transfiguration class was average, then in this spell class, the students showed obvious differences, and the students who had been exposed to wands early were much better.

Professor Flitwick was in no hurry to teach them spells.

He stood on a tall pile of books during the lecture (his ancestors had elf blood, which made him short in stature but still looked like a human. When Harry was called by name, he fell down excitedly). In addition to safety education and basic knowledge

, he emphasized the use of the wand in the process of casting spells: In addition to spells, every magic requires a unique wand trajectory, so it is necessary to master the elastic weight, length, center of gravity and other characteristics of the wand.

Only in this way can the trajectory of the walking stick be accurately controlled when casting spells.

"In addition to the accurate pronunciation of the spell, the waving of the wand must be accurate. Let's start with the basic skills."

He gave each student a beautiful little blue ball of light called a training ball.

The light ball will move in front of the students like a snitch. The students' task is to use the tip of the stick to follow the trajectory left by the light ball. If they are too far away or continue to lag too far behind, the training light ball will slowly turn into an ugly one.

It is khaki in color and eventually falls on the table. Students need to poke it before it can continue to fly.

When the training light ball feels that you are proficient enough, it will become slightly smaller and reduce its movement range, but to fly faster, students must wave their wands more accurately and quickly to keep up with the ball.

This training is aimed at improving students' concentration and wrist flexibility.

Compared with magic thieves of Muggle origin, and little wizards like Harry who were raised by Muggle families (this situation is very rare, he is the only one in the whole grade), students like Chris who come from wizarding families are

Much more skilled.

They had already done this exercise, and most of them quickly made the light ball much smaller.

Lin Mo observed it.

He found that a few skilled students only needed to shake their wrists slightly, and the tip of the stick could follow the small ball of light and drag out a very fine trajectory. For example, Chris, although she didn't want to admit it, that naughty kid was very good at moving the stick.

She was indeed far ahead, and even Professor Flitwick praised her and gave her an extra point (which made her look very proud).

Ron's performance was pretty good.

As for Harry and Hermione, it can only be said that they are as unfamiliar as Lin Mo.

The training light ball was obviously very big and flew slowly, but they just couldn't let the tip of the staff catch up with the trajectory of the light ball. Soon the light ball turned into an ugly khaki color and fell to the table motionless. Harry put it down a little frustrated.

She asked Ron if he had any skills, while Miss Granger poked her light ball hard and continued practicing with her eyes wide open.

"You have to make good use of the elasticity of the wand, Percy told me." Ron lost the ball after being distracted for a moment: "Anyway, as long as you practice more, you will improve. The first time I practiced, I was not much better.

.”

"Maybe you'll be as skilled as me when you wake up tomorrow."

Lin Mo looked at Ivel next to him again. The girl seemed to be very talented in wand handling. Her wand was obviously heavy, hard and not flexible (a rare black crystal wand body instead of wooden one), but she could keep up with the light.

The trajectory of the ball showed that her ball of light had become smaller.

Well, practice makes perfect, Lin Mo poked the training light ball and continued practicing.

He still had a certain advantage because his wand was very light (much lighter than Harry and Ron's) and it was effortless to swing it (this training reminded him of the feeling of using a mouse). He also tried

In the soy sauce state, I could sense the flight path of the training ball, but I could only grasp the trajectory of the light ball in an instant and adjust the wand slightly, only to be thrown away again soon.

After using keen perception three times in a row, he finally succeeded in making the light ball increase its speed.

My head hurts a little, it’s because I used too much soy sauce.

Neville from a distance looked quite skilled, thinking that his grandma had trained him a lot before. This was probably the rare time when he could surpass Hermione. Judging from Miss Granger's continuous poking of her orbs of light,

It won't take long for her to overtake.

"After class, please take the training ball away and go back to practice seriously. This is the most basic but also the most important ability like chanting spells," Professor Flitwick reminded: "Don't worry about sore wrists, Professor Snape will be there

The class will teach you how to prepare relaxation potions to relieve fatigue, ensuring that you won’t be unable to hold the wand due to over-practicing.”

Finally, he took out his magic wand and demonstrated it to his classmates in person.

The ball of light in front of him quickly shrank to the size of a grain of sand (or even smaller), so fast that it was impossible to see clearly, like a small hazy mist of light. But in front of Flitwick's trembling wand,

The light haze always maintains a beautiful blue color.

This shows that he controlled the tip of the stick with extreme precision to follow the trajectory of the light spot.

If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to tell that his wand is trembling slightly, as if he is just pointing at the ball of light motionlessly.

The spell class came to an end with everyone's envious applause.

After experiencing two different magic courses: transformation and spells, Lin Mo's understanding of this magical world has become much deeper. This is not a world where just chanting a lost spell can kill the villain. He must be down-to-earth, bit by bit.

To accumulate power (just like his magic wand), neither skill nor knowledge can be obtained easily.

Otherwise, let alone becoming a great magician, you may not even be able to pass the ordinary wizard level exam.

Not to mention doing "big things" such as participating in the war and stopping the Dark Lord.

Think about it, when he waved his wand awkwardly to try to release an "Expelliarmus", he couldn't complete the standard wand trajectory of the spell for a long time, but the tip of the mysterious man's wand trembled slightly, and a green light flashed, and he

Being taken away in an instant couldn't even be called a tragic sacrifice, it was completely in vain.

Even if you use Harry's wand, you have to be able to finish the spell in time!

According to Professor Flitwick, it is not easy to apply any spell skillfully. It requires hard practice and solid ability, let alone reaching the realm of silent spells or even wandless spells.

Lin Mo decided to take every course seriously with the exam-taking spirit he had in his previous life.

Including Potions. In fact, he thinks Potions is quite fun.

At least he didn't need to recharge the wand over and over again.

When it comes to Potions class, just as Professor Flitwick reminded them, they need to prepare a potion in the first class, a relaxing potion that can restore comfort to sore muscles.

Many students who don't know Professor Snape are looking forward to this. Their wrists are indeed sore and uncomfortable due to over-exercise (much more tiring than using a mouse, Lin Mo knows this), including Harry, who is also familiar with potions.

Full of expectations.

Poor him, he still doesn't know what kind of potions master he will face.

Snape, wearing a long black cloak, floated into the classroom silently like a big bat.

He did not emphasize safety like other professors. He closed the classroom door and the classroom was silent. He immediately began to show off the power of potions. In his mouth, potions was described as the most exquisite and magical field of magic. Those who cannot understand this or

Anyone who has no talent in Potions is not worth his time.

"I hope you are not like the fools I often encounter..." His voice was only slightly higher than a whisper, but everyone heard every word he said clearly, because there was no noise at all in the classroom, and he and

Mag also has an intimidating aura.

After the group taunting, Snape directly and mercilessly picked Harry up and began his three consecutive humiliations.

Narcissus root powder and mugwort infusion, where bezoar comes from, and the name of Aconitum.

Poor little Harry naturally didn't know anything.

When he was deducted a point and finally sat down, he probably realized that the greasy-haired Professor Snape hated him.

Lin Mo could hardly bear to look at Harry's pale face. During lunch, he thought about reminding Harry, but he thought it was useless. After all, as long as Snape was willing, he could find 10,000 questions to attack Harry.

Li, reminding Harry will only intensify Snape's anger and cause him to lose more points.

Even Lin Mo couldn't give Harry the impeccable knowledge that Hermione had in half a day.

The only one to blame is...your father, he thought helplessly.

It seems that no matter what era or world, Professor Snape's attitude towards Harry will not change and will never change. Even if Quirrell loses the turban that he keeps with him day and night, Malfoy becomes a proud girl

, in this world without soy sauce and chocolate, Harry is still Snape's most hated student.

Just because his last name is Potter.

A school bully who bullied you since childhood stole your childhood sweetheart, your most beloved girl, the only girl you loved forever, and gave birth to a son who looks almost the same as him and asked you to take care of and protect you. To be honest, it’s okay.

Could it be worse? Could it be worse? Lin Mo felt that he was already miserable, but compared to the poor professor, it was not at the same level.

In comparison, amnesia can be regarded as a kind of relief.

He could hardly put himself in Harry's shoes and share the same hatred.

Ask yourself, if this kind of thing happened to you, Lin Mo estimated that he would be more violent than Snape if he didn't scare Harry so much that he voluntarily dropped out of school on the first day of school.

"All great wizards understand the power of magic potions, so remember every word I say in class!" Snape was dissatisfied with everyone's performance and issued a stern warning.

Immediately there was a rustling sound of fumbling for paper and pen in the classroom.