great-warnovel Chapter 105 Practical Course Retained Items
Chapter 105 Practical Course Retained Items
Chapter 105 Practical Course Retained Items
Hermione doesn't care much about her birthday. In the Borderlands, no one bothers to remember their birthdays because there is no death, and new life seems insignificant. During the long reign of the Golden Dynasty, the death of destiny was sealed, and the blessed Golden Clan possessed lifespans that were almost endless.
The only way to die is to actively seek to return to the tree, but that is hardly a peaceful rest. It is quite different from the true death represented by the faded sun. Especially for those who have reached the level of gods, natural death is even more impossible. The demigods do not care about the day that represents their birthday in the short year. Following the example of those above, there is no birthday culture in the entire border region.
Hermione was also somewhat averse to the smelly ghost owl chicks. Although they were beautiful as adults, like translucent glowing owls, it was not worth it if it meant having a toilet by her bedside.
Moreover, it would take at least a year to train them to be good at delivering messages, which is quite terrifying. It would be better to wait until Newt and his family had trained the birds and, ideally, gotten rid of their habit of defecating in the house before she would consider keeping one herself.
"Wait, why don't I have to deliver messages separately?" Hermione suddenly realized that she also had an incredibly fast and idle little ghost.
While it's a bit much to ask it to fly directly to Malfoy Castle to make purchases, it can certainly be used to deliver messages for her within the castle. This little guy can fly around the castle in the time it takes to drink a sip of water, making it perfectly suitable as a guardian angel for the professors.
Incidentally, Hermione had already tried the Patronus Charm while studying the advanced textbooks ahead of time, but perhaps because she wasn't happy enough, she could only summon a wisp of white mist at most, still a long way from a physical Patronus.
Two more days passed, and the students finally got their hands on the new week's anti-wizard technology defense class, which was also the first practical class of the school year. According to Professor Lockhart's arrangement, the next defense class after this class would be a field practice!
Everyone was in high spirits, eager to perform well in this practical lesson so that the professor wouldn't think they were too weak.
Not suitable for field practice.
Therefore, everyone gathered on the lawn outside the castle with 120% effort and high spirits.
Just like in the first year, the students were divided into seven groups according to their grade level, and the professors maintained order around them. Professors Lockhart and Flitwick were in charge of teaching the classes.
Unlike last year, without the annoying Lucius, the new Headmaster of Slytherin is more professional.
Lockhart was still dressed as a ranger. In the previous week, he had already met all the students from all seven grades. Standing on the stage this time, he was no longer as nervous as before. He clapped his hands with a big smile and gave himself a loud shout.
"Alright, kids, I've learned about your progress in the practical course last year from Professor Flitwick. To be honest, you're much better than I was when I was a student."
He joked, "You know, when I was in first grade, I was so scared that I peed my pants because my opponent conjured a snake."
Everyone laughed; no one would believe that the brave and fearless ranger wizard who had fought against evil for years would be so scared that he wet his pants.
Even in first grade, they wouldn't.
"This year, I will train you based on my years of adventure and combat experience. Unlike in the past, you will not only practice what you have learned when facing your classmates, but also face those dangers in the wild to ensure that you truly master those combat skills."
"Of course, I will choose appropriate practical content based on the actual situation of each grade, so second-year students don't need to worry about being forced to face dragons, oh, except for Miss Granger, she really can slice dragons into pieces." Lockhart raised his eyebrows at Hermione.
The crowd burst into laughter again. Hermione's fighting prowess was now common knowledge and had almost become a running joke at school. Students would often compare her to a certain professor and speculate on who could defeat her.
The classroom atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, which pleased Lockhart. He looked around at the other professors watching, all of whom were smiling, so he decided to proceed with the planned exhibition match.
He nodded to Flitwick, as the two had agreed beforehand: "Before the formal lessons begin, I will have a duel demonstration with Professor Flitwick, which will give you a more direct view of what it's like for two top wizards to clash."
As expected, everyone's emotions were stirred up again. Professor Flitwick had handled the fight against Bellatrix with ease last year, and in the end, he made this infamous dark wizard pay a heavy price before he could escape. Everyone knew that the Charms professor was a dueling champion, which was why he was the assistant instructor for the practical classes.
Although Lockhart is much younger than the half-elf professor, he has risen to fame in recent years, and his books have covered all the defense courses from first to seventh year. He has made great achievements in the field of practical combat. If the Wizarding Duel Tournament were still held now, everyone would believe that he would become the new champion.
It's truly difficult to predict who will win in this duel between the two, and even other professors would find it hard to give a definitive answer.
"I think Felius is better. You know, the older a wizard is, the more powerful his magic becomes. He's old, and he's been immersed in spells for decades. He probably knows more spells than Gilderoy has ever heard of," Professor McGonagall commented from behind, with Lily and Professor Sprout standing beside her.
"I actually think Professor Lockhart has a better chance," Ms. Potter said enthusiastically. "Of course, I don't mean to say Professor Flitwick is weak, but duels really test reaction speed, and sometimes even if you're aware of it, your body can't keep up..."
"Oh, girl, I hope you're not saying we old professors are getting old," Sprout shrugged reproachfully. "Just for that statement, I have to support Felius."
While the professors were chatting, the students had already stepped back a large circle, giving space to Lockhart and Flitwick, who had walked into the center of the room.
But before they could speak, someone shouted, "We want to see the Professor and Hermione fight!"
The sound stunned everyone, but upon reflection, the scene actually seemed quite amusing.
"Yes, isn't this a perfect opportunity to see if Hermione can beat the professor?"
"Putting aside Lucius's near-being cleaved in two last year due to carelessness, and his subsequent capture by Hermione single-handedly, I think Professor Lockhart is in serious trouble too!"
"Seriously, let Hermione spar with the professor, please stop messing with us second-years! We really don't want to fight her!"
"But the professors won't agree, will they?"
Hermione gave Fred and George a look that seemed to hold a deadly dose of fury; that shout just now was from them, secretly using voice-changing magic.
Lockhart paused for a moment, then looked at Flitwick beside him, who also wore a look of disgust. He reacted quickly, immediately laughing, "Does everyone actually want to see a professor duel with a second-year student?"
"But if it were Miss Granger, then perhaps she would actually have a chance." He praised, "During our summer battle against the basilisk, her unique radiant stone magic left a deep impression on me."
Professor Flitwick laughed as well: "If I could, I wouldn't want to duel with Professor Lockhart either, lest I grow old and have my championship title snatched away by a young man." He gave Lockhart a friendly compliment, or rather, this half-elf was also very curious about Hermione's actual fighting ability.
All eyes turned to Hermione. She scratched her fluffy hair. Why did the focus suddenly shift to me?
After thinking for a moment, she looked back at Professor McGonagall and the others. The three female professors were watching her with amusement, not worried about any unexpected events in the duel. After all, Lockhart was not Lucius.
"Does this mean I have to fight with the professor every year during the first practical class?" she thought to herself.
He then stepped forward and said, "If you have no objections, I'd also like to experience firsthand the oppressive aura of a wandering wizard. After all, when students spar with me, they're all unwilling to fight me."
"But can you promise me you'll use your full strength? Not the kind of fight an adult has against a child?"
Since we're going to fight, let's have a real test of our combat strength!