Monday afternoons and Friday mornings are Defence Against the Dark Arts classes for Year 1 and 2 young wizards.

In the large auditorium, all the young wizards stared at Hermione and Professor Bryan on the high platform with blazing eyes, and Neville even put his fists on his chest and made a prayer gesture.

Amosta raised his wand, and a ten-foot-wide bowl-wide stone pillar rose from the ground and stood abruptly in the middle of the platform.

"So, Miss Granger--"

Amosta looked at Hermione, her nervous fingertips trembling, and smiled,

"Please start your show!"

"Professor Blaine--" Hermione stammered as she stammered as she raised her hand in response to the professor's question, with a slight cry in her voice. ”

"You have the courage to stand on this stage and show yourself to everyone, Miss Granger, it's an unprecedented success!"

Amosta continued to smile encouragingly.

Finally, after about five minutes, Hermione, who had been breathing for breath, finally overcame her nervousness, and she raised her right hand with her wand tremblingly, pointing to the sweat-soaked feather in the palm of her left hand.

"Kanredi Leviosa!"

The slightly immature voice instantly spread throughout the silent and empty auditorium, accompanied by a flash of ghostly light on the surface of the white feathers, and a crisp chirp made all the little wizards in the auditorium change color!

Hiss! The phalanx of the four academies suddenly heard the sound of inhaling cold air!

"Harry, did you hear her say that?!"

Ron looked at Hermione on the high platform with an incredulous gaze, as if he had just known her, his eyes were about to bulge out in shock, and Harry's expression was not much better than Ron's,

"No, Ron!" Harry whispered, "Haven't heard of it once!" ”

"It's incredible," Neville behind him stared at his round eyes, his face flushed with excitement, "I'll never be able to do this!" ”

"It's just a lowly mudblood..."

Most of the people looked at Hermione with shock and even awe, only on the Slytherin side, most of them had gloomy eyes, and Malfoy, whose face was gloomy, whispered this in an almost whispered voice, but then, being swept away by Professor Blaine's unrecognizable gaze standing thirty feet away, he immediately closed his mouth in fright and did not dare to say another word, but the gaze in his gray eyes was more gloomy and a little uncertain.

After shutting up Malfoy, Amosta looked back at Hermione, whose fair cheeks were turning bright red, and he nodded, his voice steady,

"Let's see if we can cut through the pillars, Miss Granger."

Hearing this, Hermione nodded hesitantly, she looked at the stone pillar, her arm trembled slightly, as if she was holding a metal rod weighing dozens of pounds instead of a wand.

Shout!

The metallic feathers on their surfaces burst through the air with a sharp whistling like arrow feathers leaving the bowstring, and in the blink of an eye, the feathers hit the stone pillar.

Syllable!

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the stone pillar, and with a crisp crushing sound, the smooth surface of the stone pillar immediately exploded, and the rubble rose into the sky, and fell back to the earth like rain.

Waiting for the dust to settle, the little wizards in the audience looked at each other, and suddenly showed disappointed expressions one by one.

"I'm sorry, Professor Blaine, I failed!"

Hermione, who had seen the results before everyone else, bit her lower lip, her brown eyes were shining brightly, and her dejected appearance seemed to have been hit hard.

Amosta stepped forward to take a closer look, Hermione's feather had broken into a cloud of fine hairs and gravel, and the stone pillar he had conjured was only a small crater on the surface, and it was still 108,000 miles away from breaking.

"It's not a failure, Miss Granger," Amosta smiled at Hermione, pointing to the pit,

"If you want to successfully cast a 'Imperial Charm', strong magic and magic control are the key, and these two are exactly what junior wizards lack, I think you have mastered the essence of this spell, as long as you practice diligently, as you get older, your magic gradually improves, and you will one day be able to cast a complete 'Imperial Charm'!"

Hermione's incomplete 'Imperial Charm' became the hottest topic of the day on Friday, and wherever she went, someone would grab her and ask her for the tricks of the charm.

At lunchtime, even Percy squeezed over, ignoring Ron, who was unhappy, and asked her for advice in a slightly respectful tone.

Honestly, this was Hermione's first taste of fame!

"Don't be proud, Hermione, you're nowhere near Professor Brian's level!"

After dinner, Hermione, who was walking on the way to the library, was secretly alert after dealing with the two Ravenclaw third-year seniors, but the smile on the corner of her mouth could not be hidden.

At the beginning of the night, Amosta sat in his office, playing with the bottle of memory, and from time to time, he glanced up at the surveillance on the opposite wall.

In fact, up to now, Amosta has 'spent a lot of money' to build, and the monitoring wall that he has high hopes for can be said to have completely failed, and Amosta is almost certain that as long as he is still at Hogwarts for a day, the heir will not come out again, and the remaining way is how to get the clues in the hands of the 'protagonist group'.

The flames from the voodoo doll's candlestick behind him have been reduced by half, and the crimson dragon's blood has gradually faded to pink, and after about a month, it will be completely useless, and before that, Amosta must step down from his position as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, otherwise, he will have to eat the curse of the Dark Lord!

On his desk was a manuscript of ancient magical research on memory from Lockhart, which Amosta had taken and had been studying for days.

Strictly speaking, Amosta's behavior was no different from stealing, and under normal circumstances, he would definitely not do it, but after knowing what Lockhart did, Amosta had no psychological burden.

It's just black eating black, and it's not the first time he's done it...

Knock knock!

A slight sharp knock on the door disturbed Amosta's musings, and after hiding everything in his office that was not suitable for anyone else to see, he stood up and walked to the door.

"Professor Snape... and Mr. Malfoy..."

Looking at Snape, who had a slightly complicated expression outside the door, and Draco Malfoy, who was half hidden behind Snape, Amosta raised his eyebrows,

"Come in, two."

"No, you don't."

Looking at Amosta Blaine, who has caused a lot of turmoil in the castle these days, there were some ripples in Snape's black eyes, as early as when Amosta was a junior wizard, he was sure that this unknown child would one day achieve something that would surprise everyone, but he really didn't expect that this day would come so soon.

No matter how low-key a brilliant person is, he can't hide the dazzling light he emits, and Snape can almost be sure that it won't be long before even the entire wizarding world will be shocked by this genius, and even surpassing Albus Dumbledore someday in the future.

"This kid has something to look for you, but he doesn't dare to come to see you alone."

After Snape retracted the ripples in his eyes and grabbed Malfoy from behind and threw it to Amosta, Snape turned and left directly under Amosta's surprised gaze.

"I hope that your future life will not be like me, relying on the light remaining in your memory to survive in the dark, Amosta, you should bask in the sun and bloom your own light..."

Severus Snape, who strode away, silently blessed in his heart.