The young wizards, their faces flushed, their bodies bouncing uncontrollably due to lack of oxygen, but they couldn't speak, and at the same time they had to sense the arcane particles around them.

And the mage turned a blind eye to this.

After a while, someone finally couldn't hold it anymore and spit out the waste gas in his chest as if deflated.

When the first one gives up, the second, the third... Until the last one.

The little wizards, who had regained their freedom to breathe, gasped for breath and were still a little dizzy.

Moreover, most of them could no longer maintain a state of meditation, and they opened their eyes one after another, looking at the mage with puzzled eyes.

"Did you find a problem?" The mage on the podium was still smiling: "The air does not belong to you. ”

"It's not that the longer you hold the air in your body, the more proud you are."

"It's the same with arcane magic."

"You crave the Arcane as something you can claim as your own. You are stubborn, forgetting that you are just a conduit through which the arcane particles flow. ”

"When you keep it in your heart and hold it in your hands, the particles will suffocate."

"Because you think of the arcane as something at your disposal, and you're wrong, very wrong!"

"Arcane is like air, you have to welcome the arcane particles around you, borrow them, and return them."

Looking at the thoughtful little wizards in the audience, the mage nodded with satisfaction: "I used this method to teach one of my apprentices. ”

"Although he was not a savage who was not very intelligent, he quickly understood the truth."

"I don't know if you can do the same thing as him."

As soon as the words fell, Harry, Hermione, Malfoy, and several other gifted children had closed their eyes, wanting to communicate with the arcane particles again.

As a result, just as they were getting better, they were abruptly interrupted by the mage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time is almost up."

"That's all for today's lesson, and I hope that the next time we meet, you'll all be able to master the use of arcane missiles."

"Of course, it's not an after-school assignment, so it doesn't matter if you can't do it."

"Alright, class is over!"

Before the young wizards in the audience could react, the mage had already turned and walked up the stairs and entered his office.

At this time, Lockhart, who had been guarding the door and observing, suddenly rushed in and shouted to everyone: "Professor Ruiz's class is over, everyone can leave in an orderly manner." ”

"If there are students who want my autograph, they can come to me and line up now."

Who knows, the great writer who is usually very popular with women and children is deflated today, and even the female classmates who liked him the most in the past are now glaring at him.

It's like he's forcing Professor Ryze out of class.

After the mage's foil, the children suddenly felt that Harlot didn't seem to be so good.

So, they packed up their belongings and left the classroom in pairs, still excitedly discussing arcane magic along the way.

And Lockhart, who was ignored, was left aside.

"Damn, shit!" The liar writer, who felt humiliated, stamped his feet angrily.

But he reacted immediately, glanced at the closed door of the office with a weak heart, and immediately left in a gloomy manner.

The empty classroom fell silent again.

Time passed quickly, and soon a few days passed, during which time Lu Wu stayed in his office, studying the pile of books he had bought.

Perhaps under the influence of the rune mage, he is now very thirsty for knowledge, after all, it is just like the mage said.

Knowledge is the best weapon.

So only during class hours, he would go out of the office.

And when giving lectures to students from the second grade and above, Lu Wu didn't have so much patience, although the things taught were the same, the process was much simpler and rude.

Because since the third grade, the little wizards have already learned a lot of things, and there is no need to bother to guide them.

As for the first grade, they were still too young to withstand the impact of arcane particles, so their class was the most normal Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Another incident happened halfway through, Colin Creevey, who enrolled at Hogwarts in his first year this year, recognized the mage at a glance as the old man who helped him that day.

Then, naturally, he became the first avid fan of the mage.

Every day, he took the camera he brought from the Muggle world and looked for various angles and opportunities to take pictures of the mage.

His head was too big, so he had to try not to appear outside of the office or classroom.

But tonight, he had to leave his nest because the main plot of "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" was about to begin.

At Dumbledore's call, most of the Hogwarts professors gathered and headed to one of the corridors in the castle.

On the way, many professors were curious about mages, and they heard that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was teaching students a new kind of magic, so they talked to mages about each other.

Only Professor McGonagall, who knew part of the inside story, still didn't mince words about the mage.

While walking and chatting, the group soon came to the corridor where the crowd gathered, led by the white wizard.

At this time, a number of young wizards gathered, and in the middle of the crowd were Harry Potter with a panicked expression, and Argus Filch, an angry janitor.

Filch clung to Harry's collar, two resentful eyeballs almost popping out.

Not far from the two of them, the janitor's cat, Mrs. Loris, was stiff and hung in mid-air, looking as if she was dead.

"I'm going to kill you!" Filch, who was trembling with anger, roared loudly.

His distorted expression made our little savior nervous and scared, and his heart was full of grievances.

Harry accidentally lost track of time today while researching an arcane missile, and didn't remember to go back to Gryffindor's common room until it was dark.

As a result, halfway through, a cold, harsh voice was heard.

The voice repeated something terrifying to the young wizard, and when he asked his companions Hermione and Ron, they didn't hear anything.

Harry's adventurous genes were at work in his father's hand, and he couldn't help but wonder where the sound came from.

Tempted by this voice, he inadvertently came to the corridor where he was now.

Then I saw Lady Loris, hanging in the air, and two lines of blood writing on the wall.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, Enemies of the Heirs, beware!"

Just as the trio was puzzled, as if they had planned it, a number of young wizards suddenly appeared from both ends of the corridor, surrounding Harry and the others in the middle.

After a while, the cat's owner, Filch, arrived as well.