Neville was also entering Calvin's painting world for the first time, but he quickly calmed his curiosity and began to observe his surroundings.

It's full of swords and armor, and it doesn't look like a place to learn magic.

Neville spun around to find Calvin standing behind him, boldly drawing his wand and asking, "Professor Capet, what are we going to study?" ”

Calvin looked at Neville's hand, which still had his father's old wand, and patted him on the shoulder, "Put your wand away, you won't need it for today's study." ”

"Not reluctant?" Neville was surprised, "But Professor, many of my spells are not proficient in casting spells without a wand. ”

Calvin smiled, "Neville, you misunderstood me. With his right hand stretched out, he summoned a silver sword and held it in his hand.

"Most of the magic in the first year won't be of much use to you, you can learn a lighting technique, and what you want to learn from me is: fighting."

Calvin handed the sword to Neville, who was still very surprised, "Professor, you mean, let me learn Muggle techniques?" ”

"Neville, that's wrong." A brown-haired, resolute-faced man, wand in one hand and a sword in the other, suddenly appeared on the surrounding wall, as if he was about to fight an endless array of enemies.

"This is Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor House. He was never ashamed to use Muggle swordsmanship as a weapon against his enemies, and no less Dark Wizard died under his sword than at the hands of a wand. I even believe that Godric Gryffindor created a sword technique that works with a wand. ”

"Professor, what am I going to learn?"

"Well, I think about it," Calvin counted with his fingers, "one-handed sword, two-handed sword, block, charge, whirlwind slash." Well, that's pretty much it. ”

Neville was stunned for a moment, then finally tightened his grip on his sword and began to learn swordsmanship with Calvin.

Calvin soon discovered that something was wrong, Neville really had something wrong with his head, which was not an insult to Neville, of course, but that Neville was easy to forget.

"Neville, you stop," Calvin told Neville, who was sweating profusely, to rest and squeeze his right hand, "Don't resist me." ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes, and a silver thread extended from his right hand and burrowed into Neville's palm.

"Professor Capet, what is this?" Neville was horrified and tried to break free of Calvin's right hand.

"Don't talk, don't move, you'll become an idiot if you're not careful." Calvin said softly.

Calvin's magic thread kept roaming through Neville's body, feeling his soul, very old, with many scars and holes, like a rag, not at all like the appearance of a young man's soul.

Calvin retracted the magic thread, conjured two chairs, and sat Neville down, "Neville, when did your amnesia begin?" ”

Neville pondered for a moment before he said, "It seems that I have been very forgetful since I was a child..."

"Since childhood? Have you been forgetful? Calvin was a little surprised, "Did you have any injuries when you were a child?" I mean, the damage done by magic. ”

Neville closed his eyes in pain, "I don't know..."

"When I was very young, the Death Eaters broke into my house, I was just over a year old, and I don't know what they did to me, but Mom and Dad were mad by their torture with the Mind Curse."

Death Eaters? Then it may be the after-effects of the powerful Oblivion Curse, and even, the Diamond Heart Curse is not impossible.

So, is there a way I can cure him? Yes, but I need to experiment with someone else, and I can't use it directly on this child.

"Professor, am I not suitable for your private instruction?" Neville was a little nervous when he saw Calvin fall silent.

"No, I'm still very optimistic about you," Calvin came back to his senses and looked at the little fat man in front of him, "but we need to change our approach." ”

"We'll just practice the one move, the split, until you can't stand up."

The time for private instruction was quickly over, and the rest of the four returned to Gryffindor's common room together, with the exception of Draco, who returned to Slytherin.

"Professor Capet's private instruction is so useful," Ron recalls teaching on the chessboard, "I dare say Professor Capet's Transfiguration is no worse than Professor McGonagall's. ”

He held a chess piece in his hand, but the shape was constantly changing, sometimes as a bishop, then as a knight.

"I don't see it," Hermione said hesitantly, "maybe I don't feel the gap between them yet, but I can feel that Professor Capet's teaching method suits me well, and I am full of rational thinking." ”

"No, Hermione," Ron smirked, "Professor Capet made me feel Transfiguration, and I'm only so far ahead, I dare say I'll be able to catch up with you by the end of the semester." ”

Hermione rolled her eyes, indicating that she didn't want to meet the naïve boy.

"Harry, Neville, what did Professor Capet teach you?" Ron couldn't contain the excitement on his face and asked Harry and Neville, who had been silent.

"Duel, or actual combat," Harry seemed to recall the personal instruction he had just given, "at first let Malfoy and I dodge the rope fired by the trap, then let Malfoy and I fire some simple spells at each other, and then dodge. ”

"Really?" Ron came to his senses as soon as he heard the duel, "Duel? And Malfoy, you're sure to win, did you beat Malfoy up? ”

Harry looked a little frustrated, and he wanted to beat Malfoy up, "No, Malfoy and I don't perform much differently, Professor Capet said I fire spells a little faster, but Malfoy is very nimble and can dodge many of my spells, so it's hard for me to dodge him." ”

"And he's a little more powerful than I am, and although Professor Capet says we were tied, I think I lost."

"Don't be discouraged, Harry." Hermione reassured, "You're much better than Malfoy, and you'll definitely be able to beat him next time." ”

"But I think... Professor Capet placed more emphasis on Malfoy. Harry hesitated, then uttered his guess.

"No, you're his friend's son." Ron didn't believe Harry's words.

Harry waved his hand, a little irritated, "Maybe I'm mistaken. Neville, what did Professor Capet teach you? ”

"Uh," Neville said, "swordsmanship, slashing and picking, and giving me a lot of potions to eat every day at breakfast." ”

"Swordsmanship?" The three of them looked at each other, "Didn't Professor Capet teach you magic?" Or herbalism? ”

"He said he'd teach it later," Neville said, "when he cured me of my amnesia." ”