When Andrew arrived in the common room the next morning, he saw Hermione confiscating the wolf's tooth saucer from a fourth-grader, and the grim-faced boy was struggling to hand over the roaring saucer, but Hermione snatched it out of his hand.

The boy was very dissatisfied, Andrew came over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "This kind of thing is very dangerous, what if it hurts the child? Even if it can't hurt the child, it's not good to hurt the flowers and plants......

The boy slipped under Hermione's arm and muttered something as he chased his friends.

Then Andrew took the flying saucer from Hermione's hand and said to Hermione, "It's not enough to be fierce, just teach him a few words kindly." Then he tossed the saucer aside and said, "Beware of wrinkles." ”

Hermione crossed her waist and pursed her lips, seemingly speechless to Andrew, and Ron walked over and took the saucer in his hand.

"It's amazing, I've wanted one like this for a long time. ”

Before Hermione could protest, a loud giggle came from behind them. Lavender Brown seemed to find Ron's words particularly amusing, and she turned her head to look at Ron a few times as she passed them.

The ceiling of the Great Hall was blue and blue, with a few faint puffy clouds, like the sky outside the high, mullioned windows.

Andrew took a bowl of porridge brought by Hermione, then took a few eggs, and Hermione sat beside him,

"Well, Andrew, what are you going to do?" she asked, taking a peeled egg, "I'm going to continue my studies in Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmetic Divination, Ancient Magic, and Potions. ”

"It's not decided yet. Andrew said, "Probably only Transfiguration and Potions." ”

"Just two?" Hermione asked in surprise, "That's too little, isn't it?"

"And Defence Against the Dark Arts. ”

"That's a little bit less. ”

At this time, Professor McGonagall stepped down from the faculty table and handed out the class schedule for the semester.

This semester, the work of issuing class schedules is more complicated than usual, and the .ls grades are up to the required and the classes are being improved.

Hermione's course was immediately decided.

"Can't afford to delay, Andrew. Hermione said, "I need to get to my first ancient magic lesson." ”

"Well, goodbye. Andrew waved his hand.

Neville's situation took a bit more time. Professor McGonagall looked down at his application, .ls grades, Neville's round face full of anxiety.

"Herbology, very good," she said, ".ls grades are 'excellent,' and Mrs. Sprout must be glad to see you back." Defence Against the Dark Arts grades are 'Good' and are eligible to continue the elective. The problem is the Transfiguration class. I'm sorry, Longbottom, the 'pass' grade isn't good enough, and I'm afraid you might not be able to keep up. ”

Neville hung his head. Professor McGonagall looked at him through the square lenses.

"Why are you continuing to take the Transfiguration class? I don't think you particularly like it. ”

Neville looked sad and muttered something like "My grandma wants me to learn."

"Oh," Professor McGonagall said, snorting, "your grandmother finally knows to be proud of her grandson instead of always thinking that her grandson should be better—especially after the incident with the Ministry of Magic. ”

Neville's face turned crimson, and his eyes blinked in confusion. Professor McGonagall had never praised him before.

"I'm sorry, Longbottom, I can't get you into my improvement class. However, I see that your Charms class is 'good' - why don't you apply for the Charms Enhancement class?"

"My grandmother thought it would be easier to take a Charms class. Neville muttered.

"Take a Charms class," Professor McGonagall said, "I'm going to write a letter to Augusta to remind her that if she fails the .ls exam, she doesn't think it's worth studying." ”

Seeing the look of disbelief on Neville's face, Professor McGonagall tapped the tip of her wand on a blank class schedule and handed it to Neville, which had already been filled in with the details of his classes for the semester.

Professor McGonagall then turned to Parvati Petyer. Petyer's first question was whether the beautiful centaur Ferenze would teach a divination class this year.

He and Professor Trelawney shared a divination class this year. There was a hint of displeasure in Professor McGonagall's tone, as everyone knew that she had always looked down on divination classes. "The divination class given to the sixth grade was taught by Professor Trelawney. ”

Five minutes later, Parvati went to a divination class dejectedly.

"Now, Andrew......" Professor McGonagall turned to Andrew as she looked at her notes, "I'm glad you're continuing to take my classes, but you've chosen a little too few courses, aren't you?" ”

"Are you alright?" Andrew said, looking at his schedule, "There are three!"

Professor McGonagall sighed helplessly, "So be it, I think you're probably the easiest student in sixth grade this year." ”

"Just need something that you can use in the future. Andrew said with a smile as he turned on his class schedule.

A few minutes later, Harry and Ron's class schedules were also scheduled, and they both had the same classes.

"Look," Ron said happily as he looked at his class schedule, "we don't have classes right now...... There are no classes after recess...... After lunch and still no classes...... Great!"

"Let's go, let's go back. Andrew stood up and said.

"Good. Ron and Harry stood up happily.

They went back to the common room, where there were only six or seven seventh-graders.

"I guessed you'd get it, that's good. Katie Bell was also there, and she was the only remaining member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team that Harry joined in his first year.

She pointed to the captain's badge on Harry's chest and said loudly to him, "Tell me when you have tryouts!"

"Don't be stupid," Harry said, "you don't need to be in the tryouts, I've been watching you play for five years......"

"Don't start with that. "You all know that there are people who are much better than me. In the past, there were some very good teams, just because the captain always let familiar faces play and let his friends join the team, and as a result, the good team was ruined......"

After a while, Andrew went downstairs for a Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson. Hermione was already lined up outside the classroom, with a heavy pile of books in her arms, looking like she had been abused.

"There's a lot of homework in the magic class, a fifteen-inch article, two translations, and so many books to read by Wednesday!" she said unhappily, and Andrew had to sympathetically help her carry some of the weight of the book, "You're always like this, you can't stand it with too many things." ”

Harry and Ron arrived, and the classroom door opened, and Snape stepped into the hallway. He was the same as before, his greasy black hair parting from both sides and framing his sallow face. His greatest ability is to silence the crowd without speaking.

The curtains in the classroom were tightly drawn, and only the faint glow of the candles was dimmer than usual. There are some pictures on the walls that were not there before, many of which depict people in pain, hideous wounds, and bizarre twisted body parts. After the students sat down, no one spoke, and they all turned their heads to look at these eerie pictures on the wall.

"I have something to say to you, and I want your attention to be very focused. His dark eyes swept over the upturned faces, lingering on Harry's face for a little longer than the others.

"So far, you've probably had five different teachers for this course. ”

"Needless to say, these teachers have their own teaching methods and teaching priorities. In this chaotic situation, I am amazed that so many of you have barely passed the exam. If you all can keep up with the course, I will be even more surprised, because it is much more advanced. ”

Snape stepped off the podium and walked around the classroom, his voice lowered.

"The dark arts," Snape said, "are varied, varied, varied, and never-ending. Fighting them is like fighting a multi-headed monster, having just cut off one head, and immediately a new one emerges, more ferocious and cunning than the original. What you are dealing with is something unpredictable and indestructible. ”

"Therefore, your defenses," Snape said with a slight increase in his voice, "must be as nimble and innovative as the dark arts you need to deal with. The drawings," he pointed to as he walked, "vividly depicted the victims, for example, under the Psychic Curse," and he waved his hand at a witch who was clearly screaming in pain "feeling a kiss from a Dementor or being assaulted by a corpse." ”

"So, have people really seen the Underbody?" asked Parvati Petyr in a shrill voice, "Is he really using the Underbody?"

"The Dark Lord has used the Dark Lord in the past," Snape said, "and that means we should assume he will use them again." Okay......"

He walked around to the other side of the room toward the podium, his black robe waving behind him, the eyes of the class following him once more.

“…… I think you're still new to the use of silent spells. What's the benefit of a silent spell?"

Hermione immediately raised her hand. Snape glanced at the class unhurriedly, and seeing that there was no other choice, he said stiffly, "Good—Miss Granger?"

"The opponent doesn't know what magic you're going to do," Hermione said, "and that gives you a momentary advantage. ”

This answer was copied from Standard Mantra, Level 6 as it was, but it was mostly correct. Yes, casting a spell without pronouncing it aloud can achieve a surprising effect. Of course, not all wizards can do this. It takes a lot of concentration and willpower, and some," his gaze rested on Harry's face again, "is not. ”

"Now you are divided into groups of two," continued Snape, "one tries to cast a curse on the other, but don't say it out loud. The other tried to repel the curse, but was also silent. Let's go. ”

Since Andrew had taught many of his classmates how to use spells silently last semester, such a simple lesson was very easy for them.

Most people would look at Andrew with a smile on their faces every time they succeeded in casting a spell without chanting it, because none of the Slytherin people succeeded, they all looked at the Gryffindor students with questioning expressions, wondering how they did it.

Only Snape seemed to understand something.

"Potter!" Snape said gloomily, he didn't seem to want to see Gryffindor look like his own house, so he planned to take the hapless Harry under the knife, "You seem to think you're doing a good job?——— then let me teach you how———"

He suddenly turned his wand towards Harry, who reacted instinctively, a white shield blocking his spell.

Due to the strength of Harry's Iron Armor, Snape was knocked off balance and slammed into a table. The class turned their heads and watched as Snape struggled to his footing, their faces full of anger.

"Did you use the Silent Spell so hard, Potter?"

"Let's go. Harry said stiffly.

"Shut up ?———! Saturday night, in my office. Snape was even more upset, "I won't allow anyone to be rude to me, Potter...... Even if it's a savior. ”

"It's beautiful, Potter!" Ron said with a happy giggle a moment later as they came out for recess.

"He didn't do it right. Hermione frowned and said, "How can that be?——— Harry is perfectly using the Silent Charm!"

"He's always been like that. Andrew said, "He sees that you are unhappy, he can punish you however he wants——— Hermione, don't frown———"

"——— wrinkles, don't you?" Hermione continued Andrew's words, "You don't want me anymore if I have wrinkles, do you?"

"Of course not. Andrew thought for a moment and said, "I'm more skeptical than this, you know, the Dark Lord once put a curse on the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor to make sure that only he could get it, and the other teachers couldn't do it for a year, do you remember———"

"———Wow, you still don't like me wrinkles?—— hey, that's funny. Hermione didn't listen to Andrew at all, she was still struggling with wrinkles, "Compared to Oriental girls like Autumn, we Western girls age faster, isn't it?" Hermione said in a tangled voice.

Andrew didn't expect Hermione to be serious about arguing with him about such a thing, he shrugged his shoulders boringly, "Why, don't forget, you're a witch now, and in many fairy tales, witches can stay young and beautiful forever - although it may take a little bit of dark magic--"

"What magic can stay forever, I only know that the Philosopher's Stone can live forever, I have never heard of any magic that can stay young forever, even if Snape and Professor McGonagall don't know it, I have never seen a witch who can be young forever. Hermione immediately turned to stare at Andrew and said, "———Andrew, you're lying to me, aren't you?"

"Well, it's hard to imagine that if there is a medicine for immortality, there is no medicine for eternal youth, is it? I once saw in the forbidden book section, there is a legend about the 'Red Witch' that uses the blood of a virgin, and there is a dark magic method, and Queen Mary is also said to be a witch who is forever young. ”

"What? You mean that Bloody Mary? it's horrible, Andrew, how could you make me like that—" Hermione said in shock.

"Of course, there are other ways, such as breaking the limits of wizards....."

"What limit, what do you say?" Hermione heard Andrew suddenly stop talking, and hurriedly looked at Andrew, finding that Andrew was staring at the end of the corridor.

They suddenly found Andrew standing still, his eyes motionless looking at the end of the hallway——— there was nothing at the end of the hallway.

"What's wrong?" Hermione nudged Andrew, who came back to his senses and said to himself, "Am I mistaken?"

"What?"

"I just saw it——— forget it, let's go. Andrew finished speaking, and walked forward.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron looked at Harry and then at Hermione, "I guess he probably didn't like the tone you just had, Hermione." ”

"Not really," Hermione looked at Andrew's back worriedly and chased after him.