Popular Web NovelsChapter 487 Special Communication TrainingChapter 487 Special Communication Training
After entering March, the sky is always filled with clouds that are not very white in color, as if they were drawn by a child with a pencil.
There has been much less rainfall, the grass is no longer always wet, and the wet and muddy paths have become much drier. But the wind got stronger, and every time they went to the field outside, the late-spring cold wind still hurt their hands and faces.
Durmstrang's big ship was moored on the shore of the Black Lake. The slender mast and folded canvas were blown by the wind and swayed constantly. It made a sound like an old man trying to breathe, and it was as old as a sunken shipwreck. The shell swayed with the water waves, making people worried that it would disintegrate in the next moment.
A few screws on the stop sign protruding from the side of the school bus in Ilvermorny were loose, swaying back and forth in the cold wind, and making a constant creaking sound.
In addition to the little wizards, the postmen of Hogwarts hated the cold weather even more. They stayed in the sheds all day long and nestled in nests made of soft cloth. No owl is willing to go out to deliver letters in such weather, and even letters from other places cannot be delivered in time because the strong wind always blows them away from their target.
After the Herbology class ended on Monday morning, Loren and Hermione took some time to go to the Owlery and hand over the monthly letter home to Hanhan.
The spectacled owl cooed and complained twice, flapped its wings, turned around and flew up into the sky, with half of its feathers blown to and fro by the wind.
"The little spectacled owl has grown up and is a reliable postman."
Loren poked his head out and looked at it for a while, but was soon blown by the cold wind and couldn't open his eyes. So he timidly retracted his head behind the little witch, and pushed Hermione towards the paddock as if holding a shield.
Hermione was wearing a magic robe with wide sleeves. The March spring breeze, which was suddenly warm but still cold, blew all the moisture and coldness of the Forbidden Forest on her face, making the robe rustle, and goosebumps appeared on the exposed skin. .
Some owls have grown up, and some are still very childish!
Hermione's face was expressionless, and there was no wave in her heart.
I even think it's okay, at least this is Hogwarts school, not a Muggle city. Otherwise, if a car drives through a puddle on the road, this person will even push himself in front to block it. muddy water.
Loren huddled behind her, half of his face pressed against the girl's back, her fragrance was soft and fragrant. The little witch's curly hair was lifted up by the wind, blowing strands on her face and neck, which made her feel a little itchy.
Monday morning was all outdoor classes, we just finished herbal medicine class, this time it was Care of Magical Creatures.
After walking through the greenhouse, we were close to the Forbidden Forest. The sound of rustling in the treetops first entered our ears. When we looked up, we saw Hagrid digging vigorously in front of his hut, seemingly digging. Clear a piece of land to grow vegetables.
The little wizards who arrived before them gathered around a large cardboard box and chattered.
"The Blast-Ended Skrewt won't be returned to the factory..."
Loren muttered, and he and Hermione went up to take a look.
They are a group of fluffy black little guys, with long flat duck-like snouts, flat front paws like two shovels, and a small bag on their belly.
"Chirp!"
"Chirp..."
The little guys raised their heads and blinked at the whole class. Facing so many people's attention, they seemed a little a little nervous. Puzzled.
At first glance, it looks strange, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a little cute.
It seems to be called Xiu Xiu, right?
Loren thought and observed.
It is said that Xiu Xiu has a gentle nature and will even be tender to his master. However, it can destroy everything around it in search of shiny objects, so it is not suitable to be kept as a pet at home. If provoked, a Niffler may become aggressive.
"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" records a case from a hundred years ago. At that time, Gringotts' protective measures were not as strict as they are today. A clever Niffler once found a loophole and slipped in. It is said that the entire underground vault was almost emptied.
It is said that the Sniffing Sniff was unable to walk due to falling gold coins and was unwilling to throw some away, let alone transport them away several times. In the end, he was caught on the spot by the patrolling goblin. Lingge was recruited as a security tester.
"Dear children, come here!"
Hagrid shouted loudly and drew the students closer. "I think many people have recognized them. These cute little guys are Sniffs, usually found in mines. You can see it. They like shiny things..."
He threw a gold coin into the box, and a Sniff suddenly jumped up and bit it, scaring the kids. The witch took a few steps back.
"Very useful little treasure detectors." Hagrid said happily, "We can have fun playing with them today. Do you see that there?"
He pointed to that one The large piece of newly opened land was the place where he had dug before. "I buried a few gold coins. Two people worked in groups, one in each group, one Xiu Xiu. Whichever group dug up the most gold coins with Xiu Xiu, I would Who will give the prize?
"Take off all the valuable things on your body, and then pick one to sniff.
"Be prepared and let them go. "
After the treasure hunt officially started, Xiu Xiu drilled in and out of the field, just like in the water. Each one hurried to the classmate who let them go and spit out the gold coins. into their hands.
"Little guy, why don't you go find the gold coins? "
Loren scratched the chin of the sniffing dog in front of him. The little guy narrowed his eyes in comfort and rubbed his hand affectionately.
"Hey!"
"Are you hungry? Do you want a cookie?"
Hermione took out a chocolate chip cookie from somewhere, broke off a piece and handed it to her for a sniff. Sniff the side of your mouth.
The little guy sniffed a few times, opened his mouth to swallow suspiciously, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Haw!"
After eating three cookies in a row, the little guy didn't know that he was full. Still tired of eating, he stopped opening his mouth no matter how much he was fed, and kept jumping up and down next to Loren. When she got tired of playing, she would lie down in his arms, turn out her soft belly, and blink at him with her shiny black eyes.
What else can I do with it? I can't just knead it hard!
Hermione next to her was so envious that she wanted to hit someone.
...
In the Transfiguration Classroom, the bell rang.
The professors at Hogwarts control class time very accurately. They occasionally leave early and never procrastinate except for a few potions professors. As the head of Gryffindor and the school's vice-principal, Professor McGonagall occasionally Use the few minutes before get out of class to talk about school matters.
For example, students are reminded that they are not allowed to go near the Quidditch pitch, which was chosen as the venue for the third game of the Goblet of Fire and is undergoing rigorous construction.
Trespassing is considered a violation of school rules.
Seeing the little wizard's eyes flickering in the audience, and the eager expression clearly hanging on his face, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. She remembered the conversation with Dumbledore not long ago, and couldn't help but feel a little silent. .
"Does the construction of the site need to be inspected..." Dumbledore's eyes were deep and inscrutable. "Disclose this news to the children appropriately, and there will be brave students who will take the initiative to inspect it for us."< br>
Just take the initiative to jump into the pit.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and returned to her expressionless expression: "Potter, Morgan, you two stay here for a moment, everyone else, get out of class is over!"
"Goodbye, Professor!"
The little wizards in the classroom left in a hurry. It was Thursday morning. There were no other classes after Transfiguration. They were free until lunch time. They couldn't wait to start a new adventure.
Hermione slowly packed up her books, making up her mind that as long as Professor McGonagall didn't take the initiative to mention it, she would stay shamelessly.
Ron in the back row glanced at Professor McGonagall and shrank his head, apparently having the same plan.
Are there any other activities? Loren wondered, and slowly walked to the desk with Harry.
"You two, come to the front." Professor McGonagall glanced behind and said softly, "I believe you already know that the warriors from other schools are following them. The headmaster is doing special training, and it will be a long time before the third project, so I plan to give Harry some training as well."
This should have been Dumbledore's job!
Professor McGonagall paused and continued: "It's a good thing that you all are participating. Harry can practice dueling with wizards of different personalities and experience different fighting styles. I can also customize it according to your respective performance, give you some suggestions, and explain some dueling skills and awareness."
Hermione nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that the third item had a lot to do with the duel.
"It's not just you, I also made an appointment with Principal Fontana from Ilvermorny this weekend. I hope that the exchanges between our two schools can create wonderful sparks.
"Well, the first duel practice was between Harry and..." Professor McGonagall's eyes wandered over the three of them. Although the duel club was closed, she knew a few of them fairly well after spending several years together.
< br>Loren is talented but a bit lazy, while Hermione has solid theoretical knowledge, but her shortcoming is that she relies too much on books in practice and is not flexible enough... The strengths and weaknesses of the two complement each other to a certain extent, and their dueling ability should be stronger than Harry's .
"Harry and Ron come first. "
The tables and chairs in the Transfiguration classroom were quickly moved to the wall, leaving enough space for them to perform.
"[Collapsed]"
"[Expelliarmus]"
"[All petrified]"
"[Expelliarmus] "
"..."
"[Expelliarmus]"
"..."
"[Expelliarmus]"
Ron hurriedly avoided Turning on the red beam of light that hit him, he saw from the corner of his eye that the disarming curse directly shattered a set of solid wood tables and chairs, and he couldn't help but twitch slightly at the corner of his eye.
Just, want to say something dirty.
In the past few years, Harry and Ron have practiced dueling many times, with mostly similar results. In terms of spell level, Harry was much stronger, but Ron could always rely on anticipation and surprise to maintain the situation.
Until he was knocked over by an unreasonable disarming curse.
The result was similar this time.
"Okay, let's review the battle just now. Judging from the result, Potter, you won, but the one I want to praise more is Weasley..."
The theory of wizard duels taught by Professor McGonagall is similar to what Loren heard from Flamel in the Book of Fantasy. The basic points are the casting speed, the strength of single-target spells, and the opponent's attack timing, movement and avoidance, etc. The battle rhythm is controlled, but there are slight differences in details.
Professor McGonagall prefers to use transfiguration to play a role in the battle, which requires being more calm during combat, maintaining sanity at all times, and fine control of transfiguration.
This kind of teaching is very inspiring to Ron. For Harry, he seems to be more willing to force his opponent to wrestle with him through powerful and heavy attacks, and to use spells to fight.
Professor McGonagall and Loren observed for a long time and couldn't help but feel a little silent.
Harry was already extremely talented. After many magic riots and Voldemort's soul fragments helped him develop his magic power, his magic power at a young age was already comparable to or even surpassed that of many adult wizards. The natural disarming spell——
Crude, but useful.
...
Saturday, abandoned classroom on the fourth floor.
"The last training was too hasty and ended with a brief explanation of the duel between Potter and Weasley..."
Professor McGonagall waved and motioned for them to stand in front. Come to get to know each other with Graves from Ilvermorny, and then chat with Principal Fontana opposite.
Loren, who is forced to get up early on weekends, has his eyelids drooping. Warriors exchange training, why should he be roped in?
Hermione tugged on his sleeve to prevent him from yawning in front of others. That would be too rude.
"Pickley Graves, Ilvermorny, nice to meet you."
"Hermione Granger, Gryffindor."
"Loren Morgan..."
"Ron Weasley, we are all from Gryffindor, and Principal McGonagall is our Head of House."
The young people's communication is not tortuous, they greet each other and then say one or two words about themselves. An introduction counts as an acquaintance.
Graves had a friendly smile on his face. Butt had already found out clearly about the three friends of the warrior Harry Potter:
This girl is studying in Transfiguration and He has excellent grades in Charms. The boy with black hair and black eyes is the boyfriend who is number one in the grade. His good subject is potions. The red-haired one is named Weasley, the younger brother of the twins, and his grades are average.
They had wonderful adventures with Harry, dealing with trolls, dark wizards, and blind basilisks. His dueling ability should not be weak, but after all, he is three years behind him...
Professor McGonagall, who was next to him, had finished his greetings. After thinking for a while, he said: "In this way, let's put the duel between the warriors later and let Loren and Pickley do the demonstration first. What do you think?"
Fonta Principal Na nodded with a smile: "I will listen to Professor McGonagall's arrangements."
Loren scratched his head and stood with Graves on the open space in the center of the classroom, facing each other, preparing for the drill.
Professor McGonagall said softly: "This is just a training exercise. You don't have to be obsessed with victory. If you have any fighting ideas, you can try them... superb spell alternation skills, simple and direct forced wrestling, and even Moving forward and punching with dexterity are all part of fighting."
"Don't be restrained."
"..."
"Okay, Professor McGonagall!" Graves replied confidently.
He has been fully prepared, his mind is full of exquisite transformation scenes against enemies, deft spell coordination, and even some magic that can only be learned and mastered by senior students.
Harry and Ron looked like they were watching a show.
Loren smiled. From several positions away, he could feel the eagerness to try. It seemed that this senior from Ilvermorny had many ideas that he wanted to try.
"Get ready!"
(End of this chapter)