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A Gryffindor freshman standing at the back of the line saw that there were too many people in front of him, so he started chanting spells in a low voice.
Originally, he just wanted to practice in advance, and then surprise everyone when it was his turn...but he forgot that he had his wand.
Next to the podium, Professor Oren, who was chanting the repair spell, suddenly felt his legs go weak and he collapsed to the ground in an instant.
If it was just a fall, it wouldn't be a big deal. After all, Professor Oren is a strong adult wizard. At most, he would just have a few scrapes on his skin, which can be fixed with a white band-aid.
But the problem was, his repair spell was interrupted.
A Billywig worm broke free and rushed towards the little wizards in front of it angrily.
It has been wanting to do this for a long time. It has been feeling completely powerless since yesterday, and now it must take revenge no matter what!
Faced with this situation, some of the little wizards began to run around the classroom in panic, while others raised their wands.
"The strength is relaxed and the strength is released!"
"The strength is relaxed and the strength is released!"
……
More than a dozen spells crossed each other. Although they failed to hit the Billywig worm, they successfully stopped it from moving forward...
Now, the little wizards were even more excited, as if they had discovered a new world. They raised their wands again, ready to hit the moving target again.
"Stop!" At this moment, Professor Oren, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shouted.
He pulled out his wand and shouted as the Billywig worm flew over his head.
"All petrified!"
Professor Oren reached out to catch the fallen Billywig worm, put it back into the cage, and stood up tremblingly.
He rubbed his waist somewhat painfully.
No wonder people say that being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is a tough job. It actually makes sense.
Enduring the pain, Professor Oren looked at the young wizard with concern and asked, "Are you all okay? Were you stung?"
"No, Professor." Everyone shook their heads.
"That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief, and after repairing the podium, he said, "Then let's continue the class. By the way...except for the first person in line, everyone else put away their wands."
Everyone did as instructed.
Although they were still a little unsatisfied, after seeing Professor Oren's angry look just now, they didn't dare to mess around anymore.
After all, no one wants to be cursed by the petrification curse.
With this mentality, almost everyone can succeed at once, and the progress is much faster than before.
However, Professor Oren did not seem to relax at all. On the contrary, he became even more nervous.
When the get out of class was over, he didn't even leave any homework and left the classroom without looking back.
This class really made him exhausted, and he really didn't want to stay even a minute longer.
Oren returned to the office, closed the curtains, and took a sip of black tea with satisfaction.
Anyway, it's finally over. Although there were some accidents, they were all under control, and all ten Billywigs were... huh?
Wait, there are only nine left!
Oren quickly dropped the cup and counted carefully twice.
Yes, there is one missing.
One cage was empty, with a fist-sized hole in it.
"Merlin's beard..." Oren hurried back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, but he found nothing there.
"It must be those new spells that hit the cage just now!"
Oren looked at the open window in the classroom and said in annoyance, "Fifty Galleons, just gone!"
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(End of this chapter)
Chapter 47: Physical and Mental Health Issues of Teenage Wizards (Please collect and recommend)
What happened in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class spread like wildfire, but no one was very interested in it.
If a freshman accidentally injures a professor in other classes, it might cause quite a stir.
For example, the spells class on the first day of school is still talked about by people today.
But if it's Defense Against the Dark Arts... that's a little off.
Let me put it this way, their previous professor was a dark wizard who hid himself very well. Later, he was discovered by someone and was taken away by Aurors during class.
The former professor was a potion enthusiast who liked to study some strange potion formulas. One day in class, he showed his latest achievement to the students, the Omniscience Potion, saying that it was comparable to the Felicity Potion and that one sip of it could solve all troubles.
And then... no more.
In order to prove the effect of the potion, he drank a sip on the spot and is still lying in St. Mungo's.
In comparison, Professor Oren's story is not even worth talking about.
And just like that, the first weekend at Hogwarts came quietly.
Kyle slept until almost nine o'clock, and was finally woken up by Cedric knocking on the door.
"What do you want to call me so early?"
After washing up, Kyle threw himself on the sofa in the common room and stretched comfortably.
"It's still early? We'll have lunch soon!" Cedric looked at Kyle speechlessly and handed him a pie he had just brought from the kitchen.
It's filled with potatoes, beef, and onions, and it tastes pretty good.
While Kyle was eating pie, Cedric continued, "The Quidditch tryouts start today. I'm going to go try out in a bit. How about you? Do you want to come with us? Together, we can definitely win the Quidditch Cup this year."
"I'll let it go." Kyle shook his head and said, "First-year wizards are not allowed to join the school team. This is the rule."
Kyle had given up on joining the Quidditch team ever since his flying lesson yesterday.
Because Diana strictly forbade him to buy a broom in his first grade, if he joined the team now, he could only use the old antiques provided by the school, which made Kyle a little unacceptable.
Those brooms were really too old, and they didn't even have many necessary functions, such as the most important one, the lifting spell engraved on the broom handle.
This feature has been around since 1930, because the Quidditch World Cup final that year lasted seven days. After that, a total of eleven players from the two teams participating in the final retired for the same reason.
So since then, the lifting spell has become an essential function of the broom.
The brooms in the school had obviously been in existence before 1930.
It's okay to ride that kind of antique for fun occasionally, but if you ride it for a long time, it may have an impact on the physical and mental health of young wizards.
Anyway, Kyle couldn't accept it, and as for Cedric...
Kyle patted him on the shoulder and said seriously, "If you're selected, I suggest you save up money to buy a new broom."
Cedric nodded and said, "Indeed, the brooms at school are too slow, but if I am really selected, my father will probably give me a Seven-Star Sweeping Broom."
"That's no problem." Kyle nodded.
Although the Sweeping Seven Stars is a model from ten years ago, it has all the necessary configurations and is sufficient for the school team.
"Oh, one more thing." Cedric took out two maps and said, "I have already made the maps of Gryffindor and Slytherin. What should we do next? Should we promote it ourselves? Or should we continue to look for cooperation?"
"Let's find someone to cooperate with." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "If we do the promotion ourselves, it will be a waste of time and the efficiency will be low. It's not appropriate."
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Cedric nodded and said, "For Gryffindor, we can ask the Weasley brothers, they should agree to help. But what about Slytherin, do you know anyone?"
Kyle shook his head.
Coincidentally, among the four houses in Hogwarts, he was least familiar with Slytherin, mainly because they really had little in common.
"That's troublesome." Cedric sighed and said, "I don't know him either."
After earning his first pot of gold in life, Cedric was in the most excited mood at this time and obviously did not want to give up Slytherin, the largest market.
To this end, he deliberately modified the Slytherin map slightly. Not only did he use the best parchment, he also added a circle of gold border.
The design is completely in line with their taste.
Of course, the price will definitely be slightly increased. You get what you pay for, this is normal.
The only problem now is how to sell these maps. If they rely on only the two Hufflepuffs, few Slytherins will buy them.
Moreover, it would be troublesome if Snape knew about this. Given his personality, he would most likely confiscate the map directly and then deduct 20 points from Hufflepuff.
After much thought, I decided to find a middleman.
The two discussed for a while, but still couldn't come up with a good solution.
Cedric wanted to ask the Weasley brothers if they knew anyone from Slytherin.
Although Kyle felt that this possibility was not very high, there was no better way now, so he could only give it a try.
When it was almost ten o'clock, the two left the Hufflepuff common room together.
Cedric was going to the Quidditch field to try out for the school team, while Kyle was going to the library to return a book.
He finished reading "The Bard in the Wind" last night and was going to borrow another one.
As they were not going the same way, the two separated near the auditorium.
Kyle smiled and said, "I wish you success in being selected for the school Quidditch team."
"Don't worry!" Cedric confidently gave a thumbs up: "It will be fine."
Afterwards, the two went their separate ways.
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In the library, Madam Pince took the book Kyle handed over, checked it, and after confirming that there was no problem, she handed him another book that Kyle wanted to borrow:
"Old rules, you know."
"Of course, damaging books is not allowed." Kyle smiled and said, "I know."
"That's good."
After getting the book he wanted, Kyle did not go back to the dormitory directly, but found a seat in the library and started reading.