After coming out of the two-story building of Teacher Green, Hugo slowly paced towards the castle, he was trying to keep in mind what the teacher taught today, originally Hugo thought that Teacher Green would use the magic spell of the Lord Mind on him, so that he could experience the terrible feeling of being invaded by magic to read his memory, but unexpectedly, Teacher Green did not do it.

"Eagerness does not make people learn Occlumency faster, the ideal state is to learn slowly step by step, there is no need to rush"

Teacher Green's words still lingered in Hugo's ears, which was completely different from Hugo's memory of Professor Snape's process of teaching Harry's Occlumency, Snape wanted to torture the poor eyed boy with Dementor and vicious words every moment, in addition to a little deliberate revenge, it was more likely that time was urgent, presumably Harry did not have as much time as Hugo, so he had to master the Occlumency as soon as possible, but it backfired, and finally he had to rely on the stimulation of his friend's death to truly master this advanced magical art。

In the distance, Hugo could just see Will practicing the flying broom on the playground on the other side, and couldn't help but stand in place and observe him silently, originally thought it was another stumbling, crooked flat sand and falling geese, but after watching carefully for a while, Hugo was a little stunned to find that Brother Tugou's technique seemed to have improved, although it was certainly not yet able to reach the level of golden seaweed, but it felt similar to Hugo!

Huh? This guy didn't learn magic during the holidays, but he seems to be a little enlightened in his limbs! Sure enough, Brother Dirt Dog is a dead friend in the skin of Ravenclaw! How did he get into the Eagle Courtyard in the first place? Could it be that the Sorting Hat also has an error rate of a few tenths of a percent? And Brother Earth Dog is the one thousandth defective product?

Hugo looked at Will flying around in the sky, rubbed his chin and thought about it very seriously, he really didn't find anything about Will that met Ravenclaw's standards, how did such a simple-minded guy with developed limbs make the Sorting Hat misunderstand?

Not long after Hugo returned to the dormitory in the evening, Will was sweating profusely and crashed in from the outside like a steaming stove, during which time the turmoil of the magic seed germination slowly passed, and the other students no longer paid as much attention to the two of them as before, so Will began to train himself with great interest again, as if to expend all his exuberant energy on the wooden stick under the crotch.

And Hugo and Brother Tugou are different, he doesn't have much energy to consume at all, because just the soft and weak, as if the wind blows down the magic seed is enough for him to deal with, he is sitting in the yew chair in front of the windowsill at this time, silently staring at the magic seed like bean sprouts, and his heart is really a little mixed.

After the magic seed germinated, the feeding process was much more painful than before, and each time the magic was delivered like an exhausting long-distance run, Hugo hated the intermittent pinprick pain in his abdominal cavity with the rhythm of running during the running and the heaviness in his legs, and coveted the feeling of comfort and physical satisfaction in his whole body after a hearty exercise.

In short, it is really painful and happy, this feeling makes Hugo want to retreat and can't help but step forward, quite a kind of contradictory struggle, but whenever the sprouts of the magic seed that have just emerged with sharp corners send out a unique signal of "hunger", Hugo always involuntarily "cheap" leaned up, complaining about the uneasiness of this thing while waiting carefully in fear, for fear that there would be something inconsiderate.

After tonight's feeding was over, Hugo's forehead was densely covered with sweat, and his body was sticky and very uncomfortable, he tore off his pajamas from his body like some prostration, stepped on the marshmallows everywhere and walked into the bathroom, slammed a few times, and then couldn't wait to fall on the bed, the dizziness that shook in front of him suddenly eased a lot, and then a burst of comfort began to slowly drill out of the limbs, treating his unruly spirit tortured by seeds.

As long as Hugo lies down like this for a few minutes, Hugo will fall asleep completely, and next to him, Will has already fallen asleep, his physical exertion is greater than Hugo's, and the two little wizards rush to sleep, as if they are afraid that someone will be one step slower.

Just as Hugo was about to fall asleep, he suddenly remembered the lesson that Mr. Green had just taught today, 'Adjust your breathing, try to empty your mind, think of nothing, nothing, let your emotions be like a lake without waves, without the slightest ripple'

Hugo adjusted his sleeping position, while letting his brain empty, feeling that his thoughts slowly precipitated to the depths, and soon fell asleep, and when he fell asleep, a thin trace of silver magic with dreamlike colors was fed back into Hugo's body from the magic seed, just like the previous times, constantly replenishing Hugo's tired spirit and magic, so that he had a better state the next day.

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The next morning, Hugo opened his eyes, a little confused to look at the ceiling above his head without any traces, and then sat up from the bed, stretched a big lazy waist, at this time yesterday's memory began to slowly and clearly come to mind, he first went to the windowsill to routinely check the state of the magic seed, and then came to Will's bed and kicked the earth dog brother who slept more dead than Hugo, and then began to wash up to welcome the new day.

Mr. Eastwood is still plain, although the teacher has not changed much, but the Defence Against the Dark Arts course is quietly changing, the difficulty of the course seems to have increased a little, but this is not a noteworthy place for Hugo, what really interests him is that Mr. Eastwood seems to be consciously talking about the very interesting adventures he experienced in his early years at the end of the course.

Mr. Eastwood, who has lost an arm and an eye, gives people a very resolute feeling, just the gestures make people have the illusion of being shocked, and such a powerful wizard must have a very wonderful life experience, just like a veteran with a medal on his body, everyone will subconsciously respect this kind of battle-hardened person.

"I was still young, and the art of magic was in a stage of self-aggrandizement, always trying to explore the wider world and master more powerful spells, and all people like me would hit the hard rock one day, but sooner or later"

Teacher Eastwood stood indifferently at the back of the podium, glanced at the silent little wizards below, and continued, "At that time I was working as an exorcist, and was hired by a small village to expel dark magic creatures for them."

"What kind of creature of the dark arts?, Mr. Eastwood?" Whenever this happens, Stoic Puwitt will be the first to ask what everyone wants to ask, and Hugo reckons that he likes this feeling of being a little in the limelight.

"Banshee!