Chapter 273: The Power of a Wizard

"In that case, does Snape have Professor Lupin's handle, or does Professor Lupin have Snape's handle?" Ron also thought it was a little strange, "They seem to be cooperating with each other and wary of each other. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

George said in a meaningful tone, "It should be Snape who has Lupin's handle, and Snape left homework in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, you need to put some thought into it." ”

He paused for a moment and said, "At least Snape is right, because the previous two ridiculous teachers, your Defence Against the Dark Arts class is very depraved. As he said, dealing with red hats, dealing with Grindy Lowe, is something that should be mastered in the first grade. ”

Hearing such an evaluation, Hermione couldn't help but blush, and she whispered in defense, "It's not Professor Lupin's fault, our progress is due to the drag of the first two years. ”

Harry and Ron also nodded their heads and said, "If Professor Lupin had taught us a lesson from the first year, this would definitely not have happened. ”

George said noncommittally, "You guys are really easy to satisfy. But anyway, you should focus more on my training. Once you've mastered the Patronus Charm, I'll teach you the rest of the spells. ”

He looked at the three Harry sternly, and said, "You can't expect much help from Professor Lupin's mediocre teaching to accommodate everyone's progress. ”

The conversation began to develop towards something that Harry didn't like very much, they couldn't argue with George, they couldn't tell if Professor Lupin's teaching was mediocre or not, so they had to eat silently.

In the evening, they had to work harder to avoid making George feel that Professor Lupin was not at all helpful to their strength.

George also appeared at the evening club event, and he was on the stage as always, guiding everyone to cast the Patronus Charm twice in a special way.

Harry gained a lot from these two boots, and he felt that he was only a little short of being able to summon a physical Patronus. Hermione and Ron were progressing slightly slower than him, but they were both able to summon blurry shadows, which was a good sign.

Only seeing Malfoy again annoyed Harry.

Malfoy frowned and sighed, "If my arm had been better, I would have been able to compete in tomorrow's Quidditch match, which is a pity." ”

Harry was so angry that his teeth were itching, and that bastard Malfoy, who was obviously in the club, kept practicing the Patronus Charm with his wand. He didn't look injured at all, but he was able to pretend to be injured shamelessly.

What's even more ridiculous is that Snape agrees. He disrupted the Gryffindor team's training schedule because of Malfoy's ridiculous excuses, sending Gryffindor to play Hufflepuff.

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The next morning, it was stormy, and George didn't sleep as long as he had allowed. The biological clock hadn't yet reminded him to get out of bed, but the fierce storm outside the window had left him out of the warm bed.

As a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, once he wakes up, it is difficult for him to continue to fall asleep. He would rather sit up than lie on the bed and toss and turn, and any little thing, whether it is reading, meditating, or even just being in a daze, can make him less agitated.

The "buzzing" electric toothbrush stirred in his mouth, and the special toothpaste glowed with white bubbles. After rinsing his mouth, a burst of cold frost and freshness made George's brain feel refreshed and his spirit boosted a lot.

Every morning when he uses an electric toothbrush, he is reminded that he is in a world where magic and technology are mixed. Magic is indispensable, but technology changes the world, and this is not the end for him.

After washing, George pushed open the window, and outside the window was a thick ink scroll, and the sky was like a canvas dipped in ink. The bean-sized drops of ink ticked on the wall and hit the ground.

With a tap of George's finger, a transparent shroud appeared on the window. He took a chair and sat down comfortably, just like that, admiring the wind and rain outside the window.

The howling wind was like an angry beast, constantly hitting the outer walls of the castle, making a "hiss" and "clang" sound.

George could still faintly hear the sound of trees being blown off and falling in the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

"The power of nature. George muttered quietly, "It would be nice to be able to master them when I could." ”

He flipped through a notebook of ancient spells in his hand, and closed it until he was sure it was breakfast time. Put on a long robe, waterproof boots, and a large black umbrella, and walk towards the big restaurant.

Today is the day of Quidditch and a celebration of school entertainment. Hogwarts is a closed school, and there are very few entertainment activities that can be provided for everyone, while Quidditch matches are extremely popular in the wizarding world all over the world.

Every time this happens, the whole school will go out to watch the game rain or shine like a festival.

Quidditch is incompatible with the sport of the ordinary world, and George once told Harry that Quidditch matches are a display of wizarding strength and intelligence.

It's a duel, it's a battle, and Quidditch doesn't need to be fair, they need strength and intelligence.

Quidditch matches are never rescheduled due to storms, wind, snow, hail and lightning. On the contrary, wizards see Quidditch matches in bad weather as a more expensive game.

A truly powerful and intelligent wizard will win the game while defeating nature and fighting natural disasters. There is nothing more exciting for wizards than to go through many tests, show strength and wisdom, and win honors.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was cheerful and dignified, everyone was looking forward to the next game, and they were worried and thinking about their own teams.

After breakfast, everyone walked across the lawn towards the Quidditch pitch.

The wind did not weaken for a moment, it whistled, it roared, and blew away the umbrellas of the students again and again. The bad weather is like a thought, and they are trying to show their fury and strength, as if they want to deal a cruel blow to these creatures who challenge nature.

The wizards walked on the mud and the wind and rain, as if on a pilgrimage, and walked forward with firm steps.

In the face of violent nature, in the face of terrible natural disasters, they will rise into the sky, drive into the forbidden area, fly to their heart's content, and dance to their heart's content.

They will show the strength and wisdom of wizards in a Quidditch match, and they will fight against nature, defeat the scourge, and win the game.

(To be continued.) )