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It turns out that wizards have developed such a spell lock system.

Lin Mo secretly thought it was a fluke, thanks to him being cautious and not messing around.

There are two key pieces of information in Siklea's explanation. The first is that today's spell casting process can add unique changes like fingerprints, called spell locks, and each wizard can be different from each other. The second is

, this kind of lock can be cracked, but there is no unified cracking method. The key needs to be found through observation and theory.

It doesn't sound simple.

Whether it is the change of syllables or the change of the stick swing trajectory, it must be an extremely delicate job.

This reminded Lin Mo of a long time ago when he was still in school. He once took a course like cryptography, which was quite a headache. His final score seemed to be too low to pass the passing line and was shaky.

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The painful memories made him frown.

Some people were happy and some were sad. Evel next to her seemed very interested in locking and unlocking spells, which sounded very interesting. Maybe this course allowed her to find her way into being a hacker.

"But I want to remind you," Xikelea said:

"Increasing spell locks during the casting process is a very rigorous knowledge. If you change it at will, not only will the spell be completely ineffective, but it may also bring danger and accidents. In addition, except for the lack of a few universal locks, the modifiable points of each spell are different.

Yes, if you want to master the spell lock, you must first be proficient in the corresponding spell, so Professor Flitwick's Charms class is the necessary foundation for this course."

"Please take these two courses seriously. Of course, like the spells course, we will start with the simplest spells."

She waved her hand and once again summoned the trajectory of the levitation staff.

...If the freshmen can foresee the countless hairs and brain cells they will devote to this course in the future, they will definitely remember this afternoon and commemorate it as the beginning of their miserable career.

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After this class, at least all the students realized one thing.

Spell Lock is the most difficult course they have encountered so far, even more difficult than Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration.

Now even if they concentrate on waving their wands according to the standard trajectory, they may not be able to cast magic, let alone make detailed and strict modifications and add a lock to the spell.

Really, not to mention complex or precious spells, at least effective spells need the protection of the spell lock. But look at them, their magic power collapsed before it was formed. They themselves were embarrassed to call it that.

for magic.

Even Hermione didn't succeed this time, and she looked extremely depressed by the end of get out of class.

"Everyone has done a good job, don't be discouraged." Scikleya encouraged them and gave each student a generous piece of strawberry biscuit, hoping to inspire their confidence with delicious food. Unfortunately, the results were not ideal.

It can only be said that not everyone can draw extra strength from food like Xikelea.

That is probably a talent that only the most foodie wizards possess (for example, Lin Mo, who considers himself an ordinary foodie, does not have this skill).

According to the agreement with Blaise before class, Lin Mo deliberately slowed down when packing things to let Harry and the others go first. He stayed behind to sort out his books and notes. On the other side of the classroom, Blaise was also sorting things slowly.

, after putting it away, he lingered on his seat for a while. After everyone else in the classroom was gone, he came to Lin Mo.

"Is it Prefect Flint who is causing trouble for you?" Lin Mo asked straight to the point.

"No, no." Blaise was surprised: "Why do you ask that? Prefect Flint has never come to trouble me."

"What's that? Haven't you been looking for me since this morning?"

"Oh, that's it. I, uh, found... I found an interesting painting in the corridor outside the eighth floor. It was painted on a Muggle theme... so I was wondering if you... could

Can you help me take a look? After all, you are... ahem, Muggle-born."

"Me? Going to see the paintings? Or on the eighth floor?" Lin Mo was stunned. What's the reason?

The Coming and Going Room is on the eighth floor, and the entrance will change with time. He passed by those corridors a while ago, but he didn't find any interesting Muggle-themed paintings on the wall before, but that circle of corridors

It's so remote and deserted that even the characters in the painting don't want to stay any longer. Most of the time, there's only an empty background and frame.

"Are you sure you're on the eighth floor?" he asked.

"Just, it's in the south corridor of the eighth floor. If you really don't want to go, forget it," Blaise was a little flustered, but couldn't help but said, "But... that painting is really interesting, why don't you go and take a look?"

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"Okay, lead the way." Lin Mo simply agreed.

Using a lame excuse to take him to the corridor on the eighth floor, Blaise's mysterious look successfully aroused his curiosity. He wanted to see what was going on. It couldn't really be an interesting Muggle theme.

paintings?

After all, he had been roommates for a few weeks and had been in contact with him for a while. Although he didn't know what Blaise's pursuit of art was, he knew that this little boy's attitude towards Muggles was no different from that of traditional pure-blood wizards.

He would never believe anything about interesting Muggle-themed paintings.

But he was curious as to why Blaise would use such a lame excuse to take him to the eighth floor. The little boy looked uneasy, obviously having something on his mind, and he seemed to be walking slowly leading the way.

When the two people crossed the prank steps and followed the moving stairs to the sixth floor, Blaise stopped.

"Lin Mo, if something happens to you, you can... go there next time. There is no need to rush this matter..."

It was getting more and more interesting. Lin Mo looked at the little boy with a pursed mouth in front of him. He looked quite uneasy, and his right hand in his sleeve subconsciously curled up nervously.

"Brace," Lin Mo looked at his anxious eyes: "If you have anything, you can tell me directly. Trust me, I will do my best to help you."

"Nothing, just a painting..."

"Then let's continue?"

Lin Mo jumped another flight of stairs, then walked up two spiral staircases to the eighth floor.

"Wait!" Brace, who was lagging behind, suddenly said: "Yes... someone asked me..."

"who?"

"It's...Malfoy, she..."

Oh, I should have known who it could be besides that naughty kid. Lin Mo made a guess in an instant: "She asked you to take me to the empty corridor on the eighth floor. You can come up with a reason to see the paintings."

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Blaise acquiesced dejectedly.

"I know, but I must say that this reason is quite lame." Lin Mo nodded.

"I'm not afraid of her," Blaise stammered, lowering his head and explaining:

"I'm not afraid of her, and I don't want to get too close to the Malfoy family, but she said...if I don't do it, she will ask her father to bring trouble to my family. My mother's reputation is...she promised me

After helping her this time, she will never bother me again."

"It's okay," Lin Mo patted his shoulder:

"I understand, it's the south corridor on the eighth floor, right?"

"Yes..." Blaise was a little confused.

"Okay, I'll go there now and have a look."

Lin Mo turned around and walked towards the upper floors.

"Wait, they, they must want to cause trouble for you. I saw Malfoy and Parkinson taking Goyle and Crabbe with them. It's better not to go."

"It's okay, don't worry." Lin Mo said with a smile:

"But you don't need to go with me to avoid trouble later. I will tell them that I went to the eighth floor according to your instructions and wanted to find a room that will change. As long as I show up, they will not be suspicious of you.

of."

"I'm not going? Then you..."

"I'll go meet them." Lin Mo said meaningfully. He pressed his fingers and the joints made a clicking sound (please do not imitate this action as it may damage the joints).

"Yes, yes? What does yes mean..." Blaise murmured blankly, not sure where he meant it.

When he came to his senses, Lin Mo had disappeared on the spiral staircase.