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"The speed of speech should be moderate, not too fast, not too slow, of course, this is for beginners like you, and you can get up fast when you become proficient. ”

"Take it easy, you see your wand is about to be broken. ”

The Quidditch pitch is naturally a prank by Pansy, and Malfoy's agreement with her is actually for him to teach Pansy some self-defense magic, as well as some learning knowledge, which he has mentioned many times before, but Pansy always talks about him left and right, if he doesn't make all kinds of excuses, the pampered eldest lady doesn't like to learn is the norm.

"You can practice like this first. Malfoy sighed. After teaching for a long time, he has only now taught Pansy a simplified iron armor spell of his own, which can't help but make him wonder if he is not suitable to be a teacher, of course, he prefers to believe that Pansy's foundation is too poor, and most of the exams last semester Pansy also relied on his help to make a surprise to pass by.

They were now on a meadow, not far from the Quidditch pitch, the fluffy grass was comfortable to stand on, and he looked up at the sky, except for a few clouds, only the endless blue, and seeing Pansy's practice on the right track, Malfoy relaxed and tried to concentrate himself on his own practice.

"Divine Guard!" he said aloud.

A stream of silvery-white gas erupted from the tip of his staff, trying to coalesce into a recognizable shape, but to no avail, drifting back into the air.

"Alas. Malfoy sighed again. Half of the reason for the failure of the Patronus Charm was that he wanted to control the Patronus's form, but it was too difficult, he had seen in some other books that the Patronus represented a person's hidden, unknown but inevitable character, and it was very difficult to artificially manipulate the Patronus's form, which almost meant changing his own personality.

"So the power of love is great. Malfoy thought of Snape's deer, and Tonks' rabbit turned into a wolf.

"It seems like I'm overthinking. Malfoy felt a little devastated, and it was the first problem he had that left him almost completely helpless. "Even if he had the courage to make a sacrifice, he never thought that there would be no chance of sacrifice at all. Malfoy thought helplessly.

"Try it again later. Malfoy dismissed the idea of continuing, and it was the contradictions of the Patronus form that stopped him, not the happy memories of whether or not he had them, well, for a lover of books, the mere thought of the bits and pieces of knowledge he had gained was enough to make people happy.

Malfoy looked at Pansy, and the memories of Pansy were enough to make him smile, and he thought of the heart-wrenching answers he had made people laugh when he told her the story before.

"The posture is wrong again!" Malfoy reminded when he saw Pansy's hand crooked again.

"Got it. Pansy bared her teeth at Malfoy, looking impatient.

"What a headache for a student. Malfoy had no choice but to hold his forehead, and he understood the bitterness of the teachers who had taught him.

"Look at what I've learned in the past two years in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell in the first year was directly that person's lackey, and he didn't even behave as well as a student in order to disguise, and this year's teacher didn't even need to disguise, because he was just a straw bag, and you told me that if you were really in danger, you would rely on your crappy few spells?" Malfoy wanted her to realize the seriousness of the problem from the root.

"Isn't it said that Hogwarts is the safest place in the world? Pansy retorted, but her tone of defiance weakened considerably. "I don't like that old man, but don't people say he's the best white wizard, and he's supposed to protect us, too. Pansy said as she stared at him with her clear eyes, "And you, aren't you?"

"I can't be there for you all the time. Malfoy said.

"Why not?" asked Pansy, and then realized that she had asked a very meaningful question, and lowered her head with a red face.

Malfoy was also a little embarrassed by the question, but went on to say, "Power is only true power if you have it in your own hands," he frowned slightly, and said, "If you don't practice well, I'll have to go to Flint." The rest of the words didn't have to be guessed to know what it was, and Malfoy felt that the effect of the threat was coming sooner now.

Sure enough, Pansy immediately gave in, straightened her posture and practiced seriously.

After a few more sessions, Malfoy began to test his teaching.

"Weapons on you!" Malfoy raised his wand, and a burst of red light shot out.

"Armor—" Pansy hadn't finished the spell when she noticed that the wand was out of her hand and in Malfoy's hand.

Malfoy's brow furrowed slightly, a little dissatisfied.

"Your spell is so fast, I haven't reacted yet. Pansy began to make excuses for herself.

"The enemy doesn't show mercy just because you can't react. Malfoy said solemnly, but also softened his tone: "The first time can be understood, let's stop here today." ”

Hearing this, Pansy immediately breathed a sigh of relief, after all, there is no need to ask who is more interesting between the exciting Quidditch and the boring spell practice, she can happily do Quidditch training all morning, but she can't calm down and study seriously for even an hour.

"It's really frustrating. Malfoy let out a long sigh.