"Teacher, did you know that my pigeon disappeared near your house the day before yesterday?"

"Pigeons?" Zhao Mai thought back to the menu at home in the past two days, and then shook his head: "No, I haven't seen your pigeons." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info What, do you use pigeons to send letters?"

"No, I'm using an owl. The round-faced student shook his head. The plan to ambush the teacher with pigeons seems to have failed, but how it failed is still a mystery. It's a pity that the pigeons that were trained with great difficulty flew near the teacher's house and were never heard from. So far, no one has been able to make a fool of Mr. Mike, and no one has been able to guarantee a high score in PE class. It's been eight classes, and everyone feels like they've benefited a lot, but no one knows how many people will pass the exam in the end.

Today's PE class was very rare not to go to the Quidditch pitch, but to choose to be in the Charms practice room of the castle. Last time, Mr. Mike didn't know where to bring a group of frost skeletons, but he tossed the students miserably. If it weren't for the fact that all the weapons used by the skeletons were wrapped in cloth, and if it weren't for the fact that the skeletons were forbidden to attack with teeth and claws, it would have been difficult for everyone to survive.

The first person who thought of flying was the first to be eliminated. The skeletons with bows and arrows were going to shoot anyway, so they first aimed at the students trying to take off, after all, it was a parabola that could connect the air and the ground, which was equivalent to increasing the hit rate of the attack. After a rain of arrows, half of the flight crew and part of the ground personnel were already "killed".

Fortunately, a few students reacted quickly enough to release area protection spells together, and they blocked the enemy's attack under the superposition of each other. Once such a position is established, the remaining skeletons have no means to decide the victory. Although Zhao Mai said, "These skeletons are fried casually, don't feel distressed." But the icy undead, who was actually a ghoul named Skeleton, made the students struggle with all means, and in the end they only managed to achieve a miserable victory.

At the same time, the ground of the Quidditch pitch was completely destroyed, and they had to change places to continue the destruction, which is why they came to the Charms practice room.

"Today's lesson is very important, so no one else will come to sit in on it, and what I am talking about today is likely to subvert your understanding. Zhao Mai raised a finger and waved it to his side, and said at the same time: "Fluorescent flicker!"

Three egg-sized fluorescent balls floated in the air, emitting a light of candle intensity. The classmates exclaimed, "Teacher, you can cast spells without a wand!"

"I should say that I didn't use a wand to cast spells before. Zhao Mai said to the students: "Today I am not going to teach you to cast spells without a wand, that will be involved in the senior class, and I will not rob other people of the credit." I'm going to say something else. ”

"You all know that I'm from China, and I have the ability to be a magician, but I'm not a magician before......"

"Teacher, what were you before?" The student who interjected immediately became everyone's hero, and everyone's eyes widened, hoping that Zhao Mai would be able to answer this question.

"Actually, it's very simple, I don't have any profession, I drive around, write articles, and I'm an explorer in my heart...... Straight to the point. What I'm saying is that my mother tongue is not English, and it's not the language of spells. According to a friend of mine, who was actually a former classmate of yours, the spells used today were not like this in the past. ”

"I wondered why there was such a discrepancy, so I went to the library and looked at the materials, which had been the case since the Dark Middle Ages, when the Holy See instigated the hunt for wizards, and wizards hid and established schools. Part of it was because the spell system was more solid, and partly because wizards were too closed and lazy. There are dozens of standard spells, and some people have some special spells, plus alchemy recipes, which are all there is to magic. It was basically like this four hundred years ago, and you wizards think it's enough now? Is it enough to be 400 years ahead of the world, enough to establish such a big advantage? A simple question, if there was such a lead, how did you get persecuted so badly in the first place?"

Most of the students couldn't answer, and a few of the brighter students wanted to answer with "because of the dispersion of forces at that time". However, under Zhao Mai's training, they have learned the habit of not acting in a hurry, but thinking from multiple angles, so they immediately thought of a deeper question: "Is it possible to unite now, and what does unity have to do with the curse?"

"You used to use spells against me before, did you want me to make a fool of me, or just to make a joke on me?" Zhao Mai snorted and said, "No one has succeeded yet, right? More than ninety percent of your failures are due to the same, that is, you haven't cast a spell yet, and you have been disarmed by me, right?"

A weak "......" sounded.

"Your spells are spells from 400 years ago, and they are against enemies from 400 years ago, knights with swords and shields, and archers who can hold heavy crossbows are considered high-level troops. Do you know the difference between me and you? ”

Zhao Mai flipped his wrist, and the Colt revolver was already in his hand, and six gunshots rang out in a row, leaving six holes in the walls of the Spell Classroom. "You say it's all petrified, and there's only a snap of this thing. Don't be convinced, magic can do a lot of things that guns can't, and you can do a lot of magic things that Muggles can't. However, your magic can't protect you anymore, and I think that's the biggest problem right now. ”

"You are even more dangerous than your ancestors who were slaughtered four hundred years ago, and yet you still feel that you are stronger than ordinary people out there, and you can do whatever you want to them. Where did your confidence come from?" Zhao Mai said to the students: "It's a pity that for more than two months since the start of school, all of you have been trying to defeat me, but all the means are spells and alchemy. All of you're still confined to the walls of Hogwarts, in the wizard's little world. Even if you are locked up in a husk, you still think you are the kings of the infinite worlds. You know why your spells aren't as fast as mine? It's because you all think that magic is perfect, and you should follow the practice in the books, and you have already denied in your heart the possibility that you could be faster, better, and better. The spell is very good, but that was four hundred years ago, and it was a corpse hunted by ordinary people all over the field full of pain and tragedy, and you should really learn how to do better!"

"I chant mantras faster than yours, and my mana is higher than yours, and there is a person who privately asks why? Ado, you all know, he doesn't have a bright brain, and he can only say Ado, but his spell is fine. Don't you think it's strange? Is it because he looks at Addo sluggishly, so he thinks he has nothing to learn? The same levitation charm, Addo, is much faster than the tedious chanting of Yuga Dim Leviosa. We have a saying in China that there must be a teacher for a threesome. It's almost Christmas break, everyone goes to complete an assignment, observes twenty people, finds out what they can learn from, and writes a report to me. There must be no less than ten Muggles of them. ”