That night, Allen left the tower in a good mood and went to the deck to look into the distance, enjoying the last night before he arrived at Demstrand Academy. The sea breeze at night cleared his mind, the sea water splashed against the side of the ship, and the ship creaked. All of these sounds were particularly beautiful in Allen's ears, even the slightly salty sea water seemed to have a romantic flavor.
It was not until a wet owl rolled and fell in front of Allen that Allen recovered from this rare moment of relaxation.
Allen kindly used magic to dry the poor owl's feathers. It was not easy to find him on this constantly moving ship in the North Sea. Thinking of this, he fed the owl a lot of tuna meat, and specially picked some of the good meat from the belly and the chin of the fish for it.
Stroking the little thing's head, Allen opened the letter on its leg and found that the letter was sealed with his family's fire lacquer. If he did not use a special spell to open the letter, it would self-destruct and burn after it finished screaming.
Although it was a little strange, Allen still took out his wand and prepared to open the seal. But when he pointed the wand at the seal, he hesitated for a moment. Allen felt that Luna's words were not without reason. So, he put the wand back into the device in his arm, and used the spell without a wand to cast a spell. Then, he opened the letter.
After quickly skimming through it, Allen pondered for a moment, and opened the letter again. He read it carefully and frowned. Allen held the parchment, walked back and forth on the deck a few times, and sat back at the table to write a letter to his father.
He pulled a piece of parchment, dipped the eagle feather quill in ink, and just wrote the beginning, his right hand holding the quill stopped. He rubbed his temples with his knuckles, and looked conflicted. Finally, he crumpled the parchment into a ball and pushed it to the side of the table.
After thinking for a while, he took the crumpled parchment back and used his wand to touch the letter. The parchment floated up, and from the lower right corner, it burned into ashes and scattered into the sea. Allen stood up a little melancholy, and decided to think for a while before replying to his father.
The next day, in the Hogwarts, Harry looked forward to the Defense Against Black Magic class the most, not only because he was quite talented in this subject, but also because the professor of this class was Lupin.
With this kind of expectation, even if he had to attend a Potions class before he could attend the Defense Against Black Magic class, it could not break Harry's good mood.
Professor Lupin liked to lead everyone in the Defense Against Black Magic practical class, and the length of the papers he assigned was quite moderate, so his class was widely liked by the young wizards.
When Harry arrived at the Defense Against Black Magic class, a familiar wardrobe was placed against the wall in the classroom. As more and more people entered the classroom, the wardrobe shook violently and banged against the wall.
"Boggart?" Ron guessed strangely. "We learned how to deal with Boggart when we were in the third grade."
A loud, impatient smacking sound came from behind him. It was Hermione. She had received the news of Allen's attack from Mr. Harris, and now she was furious.
"Why are you smacking your lips at us?" Ron said angrily.
"Nothing," Hermione said coldly.
"You just smacked your lips," Ron said. "I said I didn't know why we had to learn Boggart again, and then you —"
"Isn't that obvious?" Hermione's look of superiority made Ron even angrier.
"Don't tell us if you don't want to," Ron said angrily.
"Very well," Hermione said arrogantly, and then strode to the other end of the classroom.
"She actually doesn't know." Ron stared angrily at Hermione's back. After a while, he said, "Allen has left. She has no friends. She just wants me to talk to her again."
"I think you're overthinking it, Ron." Harry blinked. "Obviously, Professor Lupin won't teach us how to deal with Boggart again. It's very likely that he'll teach us how to deal with things that are not easy to find but are very terrifying. For example, he used Boggart to teach me how to use the Guardian Spell. "
"Harry is right. We're going to learn the Guardian Spell in this class." Professor Lupin's voice came from behind Harry.
"Professor Lupin." Harry and Ron turned around at the same time and shouted in unison.
Professor Lupin kindly gathered the little wizards around him. "The spell I'm going to demonstrate and teach you in a while is a very advanced magic, far beyond the level of ordinary wizards. This spell is called the Guardian Spell. Its main function is to resist Dementors. In addition, according to the book" Where Are Magical Animals? ", the Guardian Spell is also the only known spell that can expel the magic creatures called the Zombie Cloth. In addition, if you have enough talent and profound magic power, after fully mastering this spell, it can also be used to transmit messages, so that your Guardian Spell can transmit what you want to say. "
The little wizards became restless. They had long been envious of the little wizards in the training class for mastering this spell. Now, they had the opportunity to learn it.
The members of the training class were also very happy. Except for the junior members, almost all of them had mastered this spell. This way, they could save time to learn other more advanced knowledge. The regular teaching content of the school was becoming less and less satisfying.
"The Guardian Deity is a kind of positive force. Its incantation is —" Lupin cleared his throat. "— Guardian Deity!"
"Call the Guardian Spell," the little wizards repeated, imitating Lupin's tone. "Call the Guardian Spell."
"To recite this spell, you must focus all your thoughts on a particularly happy moment or when you have a strong desire to protect something. Only then will the spell take effect," Professor Lupin explained.
The little wizards racked their brains to think of a pleasant moment, repeatedly waving their wands to practice the spell.
When their pronunciation and movements were basically accurate, Professor Lupin called Harry to the middle of the classroom to demonstrate the spell for everyone.
Professor Lupin grabbed the handle of the cabinet that made a clicking sound and pulled it out. A Dementor slowly emerged from the box. The lights in the classroom flickered a few times, and a bone-chilling cold enveloped the classroom.
When the little wizards left the Defense Against Black Magic class with chocolates in their mouths and came out into the sun outside the castle, the feeling of exhaustion when facing the Dementor finally faded away.
"Hermione and Harry both got ten points for Gryffindor. We suddenly have twenty points," Neville said happily.
"But what I'm more worried about is if Professor Lupin uses the same criteria to judge Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Almost all the members of the training class are from these two academies. If we can use the Guardian Spell, we can get extra points … But everyone in our academy performed well. No one was timid when facing the Dementor. We didn't lose face like those Hufflepuff. "Thinking of this, Ron was very satisfied with his performance. Although he didn't feel the Guardian Spell, he felt that he was very brave. At least he didn't cry like Hannah Abbott, right? Ron was secretly proud.
"Did you see that? Professor Lupin praised me for being cool when I cast the spell, "Seamus shouted.
"Boom!!! If there wasn't an explosion at the end. "Dean imitated the loud noise caused by Seamus' spell.
The Gryffindor members around him laughed. Although apart from Harry and Hermione, the best performance in the group was Pavati Peltier, who only released a little white gas from her wand, this didn't prevent the scary and exciting Defense Against Black Magic class from becoming the favorite class in the hearts of the Little Lions who liked to practice.
Even Neville, who didn't perform well as usual, liked the class taught by Lupin, who was very kind and friendly, especially before the Defense Against Black Magic class. After he was destroyed by Snape again in the potions class, Lupin, who was good at encouraging losers, had become his idol in his mind.
In the afternoon, in the storm, the small wizards welcomed the Hogwarts' first match of the Quidditch season — Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff.
"Hufflepuff can't beat Ravenclaw," Ron said, curling his lips. "Especially when Cedric has graduated."
"I guess they'll lose by at least two hundred points," George said.
"But if they beat Ravenclaw …"
"Impossible, Ravenclaw is too strong, and Hufflepuff didn't have time to complete the reconstruction."
As they said, Ravenclaw won by a large margin without any suspense. In the storm, the Hufflepuff members in their pale yellow robes left the field with their heads down.
Harry felt that the most important thing to pay attention to was not the result of the match. Instead, it was Ravenclaw's tactics and strategies in the match. They seemed to be using Hufflepuff's team to test the results of their daily training. Although they looked a little rusty, Ravenclaw constantly used a variety of professional tactics that could only be seen on the wizard TV broadcast of the professional club matches in Quidditch. Their players were also brave enough to try a variety of difficult individual moves. Harry felt that Gryffindor would have no problem winning against Hufflepuff without Cedric. However, if they wanted to increase the score by such a large margin like Ravenclaw, they could only do it by using the tactics that they were best at.
After the match, Harry looked at Hermione, who was chatting with Allen's younger sister from Slytherin Academy, Emily. He was surprised by Hermione's performance during the match. Hermione did read books about Quidditch when she was in her first year and memorized them all. However, her flying talent was not as good as in other classes. Even though Hermione often cheered for himself and Allen outside the field, she was not very interested in the actual match. However, this time, even Harry himself was not as good as Hermione in Quidditch tactics.
Although Harry and the others had heard of some of the professional tactics that Ravenclaw displayed and had recently seen some of them being used in actual matches through the Wizard TV, he did not understand the principles behind it.
However, during the match, Hermione was able to explain the principles behind it clearly. She was even able to predict their next step in advance. Together with Ravenclaw's performance on the field, Harry felt that he had learned a lot of knowledge that could not be found in books.
Harry finally could not help but ask Hermione, "Hermione, how do you know so much about football?"
"My brother loves Quidditch to death, especially this year when he became the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and helped to formulate the team's training plans and tactics. He always forced Hermione to watch the videos with him and forbade her from doing her homework until she finished watching them." Emily's voice came from behind Hermione, "My brother is not fair at all. If I want to watch TV, I have to finish my homework first."
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