The second period on Thursday morning was a defence-the-dark arts class that was combined into grades 5, 6, and 7, again in the Great Hall.

For these seniors who have received some education in defense and are about to graduate, Amosta has something special to tell them.

"--The premise of defense is that it can only work on the basis of equal strength, or similar strength, for example, even if I say all the knowledge about duel and defense in my head now, it is unlikely that you will be able to hold out in front of Headmaster Dumbledore for more than three seconds!"

There was a burst of laughter from the seniors below, and Percy Weasley's girlfriend, Penero Crivat of Ravenclaw, raised her hand and asked curiously

"And you, Professor Blaine, can you defeat Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Don't ask me such embarrassing questions, Miss Krivat!" Amosta pursed his lips, smiled and turned to the other side,

"There is such a way of dividing strength among wizards of the school who have received traditional magical education, and I think you can learn from it and refer to it."

The auditorium was silent, and more than two hundred pairs of eyes that shone with curiosity fell on Professor Brian, who was talking.

According to the ancient tradition, they call the young wizards who are still receiving the popularization of magical knowledge 'wizard apprentices', and in horizontal comparison, the peak of wizard apprenticeship should be the O of modern magic education. In the W.L.S. exam, a young wizard who has obtained more than four certificates. ”

The little wizards were immediately happy, almost all the students here could reach this level, but Professor Bryan added that he poured a basin of cold water on them,

"The premise is that you have obtained this certificate with honors--"

Percy was flushed with a red face and his head held high, he was the only person in Hogwarts to have earned an O.W.L.S certificate with twelve distinctions, and there was no doubt that his overall level had crossed the wizarding apprentice class.

"And what's next, Professor, what's above the wizard's apprentice?"

Amosta's novel statement aroused everyone's interest, and for the first time in class, Marcus was eager to learn about a subject.

"Next up, of course, the official wizard, Flint,"

Amosta didn't sell it, and said directly,

"But the vertical span of wizards at this level is very large, compared to modern magic education, that is, down to the O.W.L.S level of qualified students, up to.... Hmm,"

Amosta pondered for a moment, and said in an uncertain tone, "If you have the upper limit, it's probably the level of the magical elite Aurors... Sorry, that might not be a good description, because that's not a systematic division in itself..."

No one cared about Professor Blaine's apology, they just wanted to know more, especially the little wizards who had elders in their families who worked in the Ministry of Magic and knew what the elite Aurors really were.

"Hurry up, Professor!"

Percy, who had already proven to be an official wizard, forgot to maintain his prefect demeanor and glared at Amosta.

"The pinnacle of formal wizards will probably be the upper limit of the achievements that the vast majority of people who study magic can achieve in their lifetime, and further up, it is basically not an area that ordinary people can involve, in the ancient kingdom, only those who are talented and lucky can walk out of their own unique magic path, and they will be hand-picked by the royal family as 'court wizards'."

Court wizards!

The young wizards exchanged their heads and ears excitedly, and the discussion reached its peak, and many swore that according to Professor Blaine, one of their elders was a 'court wizard'!

"--Professor Snape's level of potions, Professor McGonagall's level of Transfiguration, Professor Flitwick's flexible use of modern standard spells, and Professor Sprout's knowledge of herbs were all at the level of being revered by wizards as court wizards in ancient times!"

The smiling Professor Bryan said another sentence that pushed the heated discussion atmosphere in the auditorium to a higher wave, and it lasted for nearly ten minutes without stopping!

Gradually, however, the discussion drifted in a direction that Amosta didn't want to see, and each of the young wizards of the cadets considered their family's deserving court wizard to be a worthy court wizard, but rather dismissive of the other three houses.

Severus Snape was the one who was most attacked.

Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff all whispered accusations that Snape, who only stayed in the basement and boiled water, was unworthy of the glorious title of 'Court Wizard'!

This the little Slytherin wizards, and the tall Flint stood like a wall in front of all Slytherins, playing to his excellent playing style on the Quidditch pitch, stepping onto his table and glaring viciously at those who questioned Slytherin, as if ready to pounce on them and tear them apart!

"Flint, get off the table before I get angry."

Amosta's calm tone made Marcus, who was still dancing his teeth and claws just now, instantly become honest, and he obediently got off the table and sincerely apologized to Amosta.

“... I tell you this just so that you can have a basic idea that when you encounter danger in the future, you should not blindly and foolishly launch a fearless charge against powerful wizards who are too much stronger than you, and it is not for you to fight. ”

Now, the young wizards suddenly discovered that in Hogwarts, in addition to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, there is another wizard with the ability to not be angry and self-threatening!

After calming everyone down with his eyes, Amosta nodded in satisfaction, "So now, I think we should continue the previous topic and talk in detail about how to kill a werewolf who goes crazy when he sees the full moon, it's actually very simple, you just need to..."

"Professor Brian—"

At that moment, Miss Clearvat, who had asked Amosta if he could defeat Dumbledore, raised her hand again.

"Any questions, Miss Krivat."

Amosta strolled over to the Ravenclaw student pile, looked at her gently, and guessed what the Ravenclaw was trying to ask.

"You're not done yet, Professor Bryan."

In the chaos just now, Penelope, who had been stepped on several times, reached under the desk and rubbed his ankles, while muttering cutely, at least, Percy in the Gryffindon array looked like his heart was melting.

"Wizard apprentices, official wizards, court wizards... What's next, Professor, is there anything else down there? ”

"Oh!"

Amosta pretended to think about it, he looked at the audience with an inexplicable smile, his eyes wandering back and forth, as if he was deliberately teasing the little wizards,

"Sorry, I forgot... There is indeed one more..."

Then you should hurry up!

Amosta read this sentence in the eyes of many people.

The bell for the end of class had already sounded, and the ceiling of the auditorium was already heard with the vibration of hundreds of people stepping on the floor at the same time, and some of the fast little wizards were already standing by the railing on the second floor and looking down.

Hurry up, Professor, it's all over class!

The young wizards in Defence Against the Dark Arts class were no longer satisfied with the urgency of expressing themselves with their eyes, and they all stood up and urged quietly.

At this moment, the crowd gathered on the second floor automatically separated, and Albus Dumbledore, who was very active in eating, appeared on the marble staircase with a smile.

"Saints--"

Amosta looked up and nodded to Dumbledore, smiling in return.