Chapter 464: Classroom knowledge, the end point of ordinary people’s struggle (1/2)

Chapter 464: Classroom knowledge, the end of ordinary people’s struggle

"Can we start class?" Siren asked, and the others looked at Aaron expectantly.

"Would you like them to also write down the dark magic defense spells and dangerous creatures they know?" Draco said with interest, "I bet that 90% of the people here can't compare to me."

"No need." Aaron sighed slightly and then walked onto the podium.

He looked seriously at the thirty pairs of eyes below, "Before we officially start, I have a few things to say.

First of all, my class method is different from our previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, so you have to be mentally prepared.

Secondly, if you have any questions, you'd better ask me in class, because I won't talk to you after class, except for the two Slytherins.

Finally, and most importantly, never say that I taught you. "

Everyone sitting on the cushions looked at each other. They understood the first two, but the third was a bit puzzling.

"Why can't we say you taught us?" Colin Creevey asked, raising his right hand.

"Afraid of embarrassment." Aaron said very bluntly, not paying attention to the darkening of some people's faces.

“I never thought about teaching so many people at the beginning. They are of different ages and levels, so teaching them is not an ordinary trouble.

To be honest, I don’t have the confidence to teach each of you well.

But since I agreed, I will do my best to improve your practical ability.

Any more questions, Mr. Creevey? "

"Um...no more." Colin slowly put his hand down.

"Then let's start class." Aaron said calmly, and then a blackboard appeared behind him, with more than a dozen different spells on it.

"Is this the magic spell we need to learn?" Dean asked excitedly.

"I don't expect you all to know it well." Aaron said a little tiredly, and then changed the subject, "But before I teach you these spells, I have to teach you something else."

After the words fell, a second blackboard appeared, but there was no magic spell. From top to bottom, they were:

Magician Apprentice, Junior Magician, Intermediate Magician, Senior Magician, Magister, Magister, Grand Magister, Holy Magister, God of Magic.

The thirty students looked at the second blackboard, all of them were confused and subconsciously sat upright.

"Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have never mentioned it. Maybe they think this is common knowledge that you should know, or maybe they deliberately avoid it."

"Senior, no, teacher..." Colin's younger brother Dennis raised his hand weakly.

"Any questions?"

"Can you tell me more about it?" Dennis asked curiously and nervously.

"Bitch." Draco curled his lips disdainfully.

"This is a distinction based on the strength of wizards." Fred explained, "You are a Muggle-born wizard, and you have only been exposed to magic for a year, so it is normal to not understand it.

I remember my dad said that a wizard's magical energy will increase with age. Talent determines the growth rate of magical energy and also determines the upper limit of one's own strength. "

"Is that so?" Dennis suddenly realized, "Then what level am I at now?"

"How do I know, but you are too young now, so you shouldn't be much taller."

"You are at most an intermediate magician now." Aaron said very directly, "And you are not very strong among intermediate magicians."

A look of disappointment inevitably appeared on Dennis's face. Out of nine levels, he was only ranked third from the bottom.

"What about you, teacher?"

"Keep it secret." Aaron showed an enigmatic smile, and then drew a dividing line between the magister and the grand magister. "The magisters in the wizarding world today are the elites, and they are also the pinnacle of many people's lives."

"What about the Grand Magister?" Michael Corner asked curiously.

"Of course there are, but the number is very small. Even the Ministry of Magic can't find a few, and quite a few of them are over fifty years old.

The first few stages of these nine levels are nothing, but the farther you go, the bigger the gap becomes and the harder it is to improve. "

Li raised his right hand, pointed at the 'Holy Magister' on the blackboard, and asked slightly nervously: "Are there only a few at this stage?"

"How to say it? I'm not sure." Aaron spread his hands, "But I can give you a few references, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga He Chippatch, Salazar Slytherin."

Gulu!

The sounds of swallowing came one after another, and every student was surprised.

They only knew that the four founders of Hogwarts were the four greatest wizards at that time, but they did not expect that they were all so powerful.

"Aren't they the gods of magic?" McMillan asked with some confusion.

"No." Aaron said with certainty, "No one has seen the living God of Magic so far, but everyone who exists in the legend is familiar with it, Merlin."

There was an uproar below, and many people took a breath.

"Legends are too far away for you." Aaron said lightly, and then pointed to the line he drew, "Unsurprisingly, this line is the pinnacle of your life's struggle.

The closer you are to this line, the brighter your future will be, and it will be easier to obtain a good job and superior material conditions.

And above this line is the capital lying flat. You may be the target of various forces, or you may be an explorer in a certain field. "

"cool!"

George and Fred exclaimed simultaneously.

"It's quite cool, but that's not what I want to say." Aaron chuckled, "What you all want to learn when you come to this classroom is Defense Against the Dark Arts, in other words, to improve your own strength.

As Fred said before, magic energy will grow with age, and talent determines the growth rate of magic energy.

For wizards, the older they are, the stronger they are. If your talent is good enough, you may not be able to defeat wizards who are decades old as a teenager.

But if you are less talented, then sorry, you will be the one who is defeated. "

"To a certain extent, blood is another name for talent." Draco raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "This is the difference between Slytherin and other colleges."

"Bloodline doesn't mean talent." Hermione said angrily.

"This sentence is true, but it is not entirely correct." Aaron said, "Bloodline will indeed bring a certain bonus to talent, but this does not mean that wizard bloodline is superior to others.

Many pure-blood families will not produce a great mage for hundreds of years, but genius wizards of Muggle origin may not be able to achieve this. "

Draco curled his lips and said nothing.

"What if the talent is poor?" Colin asked.

"Then you have to catch up from other aspects. Talent only determines the upper limit and growth rate of strength, and does not represent one's own combat power level.

To take the simplest example, a magician who doesn't know basic magic spells may not even be able to defeat an intermediate magician who only knows the disarming spell.

If you don’t believe it, you can recall Gilderoy Lockhart, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from three years ago. His magical energy is definitely higher than most of the people here, but I think in a one-on-one fight, he might even beat second-year Dennis. but. "

"Oh!" Colin nodded as if he understood.

"If there is a gap in strength but they know the same number of spells, can it be a tie?" Zacharius Smith asked.

"It depends on how big the strength gap is." Aaron said speechlessly, "Besides, this question has no technical content at all.

To give another simple example, if you and Merlin only know one disarming spell, do you think you can beat him? "

"This..." Smith's mouth twitched slightly and he shook his head blankly.

There is nothing wrong with this example, but it is too disturbing.

How can he compare with Merlin? Even if he only knows a disarming spell, there is probably no one who can match him in today's magic world.

"Do you understand now?" Aaron said, then opened his four fingers, "A wizard's combat effectiveness depends on four aspects. The first is his own magic energy, which is also the most important point.

Magical energy is the foundation of wizards, and it is also your greatest confidence in facing enemies in the future.

The higher the magic energy, the greater the power of magic released. When using the same magic spell, wizards with higher magic energy have an advantage.

These levels on the blackboard are the most obvious dividing lines. A powerful magister can easily destroy a building, a powerful grand magister can destroy a city, and a holy magister even has the capital to challenge a country. "

The second is the accumulation of oneself. One wizard with the same magic level uses the Sleeping Curse, and the other uses the Unforgivable Curse. The latter is obviously more advantageous.

When the gap in strength is not large, using a more powerful spell will also add a heavy weight to the balance of victory. "

"I have a little question." Luna raised her hand and said, "The wizard's use of magic also consumes his own magic power. If the consumption is too large during the battle..."

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Aaron clapped his hands and gave Luna an appreciative look, "This question is more advanced.

But I attribute it to the third aspect, which is combat experience. "

"Fluorescence."

A blue-white light appeared on the tip of Aaron's wand, illuminating the podium.

"The next step is phase two."

Aaron increased the magic output, and the light group at the tip of the wand became brighter and brighter, including everyone under the podium within the scope of the aperture.

"The third phase."

A burst of intense white light was released from the wand, illuminating the entire Room of Requirement as bright as day.

When the light dissipated, the thirty students sitting below were stunned and couldn't react for a long time.

They are more or less capable of fluorescent spells, but with their current abilities, even infusing magic power desperately can't achieve the effect just now, and they won't be as calm and calm as Aaron.

"Senior." Luna said with a somewhat unnatural expression, "How strong are you now?"

"I told you to keep it secret." Aaron said angrily.

"It shouldn't matter if you reveal it a little bit!" Luna blinked and asked, "You are a teacher, so you have to give us students a general understanding!"

"I know..."

"quietly."

Just when Harry wanted to speak, Aaron cast a silencing curse that made him unable to make any sound.

He hurriedly waved his hand to indicate that he would not say anything more, and Aaron waved his wand to lift the spell.

Looking at the curious students below, Aaron felt dizzy.

It's impossible to expose your strength, and it's impossible to have a rough understanding of it.

He has been struggling for several years. Even Dumbledore and his ancestors don't know his true strength, let alone you students.

"Uh... let's put it this way! I can't beat Dumbledore."

"What kind of answer is this?" Draco said speechlessly, "We can't defeat Dumbledore, can you give me a reference?"

Aaron thought for a moment, "You can't beat me."

"This is even more nonsense, we will definitely not be able to defeat you." Fred said.

Harry's lips twitched. He knew what Aaron meant. He probably meant that all thirty of them combined couldn't beat him.

"I can only say so much. If you are not satisfied, there is nothing I can do."

"What were you talking about just now?" Hermione asked, changing the topic in time, "Combat experience, right?"

"Yes, combat experience." Aaron came back to his senses and continued: "The speed and accuracy of using magic spells, the control of magic power consumption, one's own physical fitness, dodge ability and adaptability may all determine the outcome. The outcome of a battle.”

"What about the fourth aspect?" Siren asked.

"The fourth aspect is objective factors." Aaron smacked his lips and said, "First of all, the wizard's tools, such as the wand.

A suitable wand can maximize the wizard's strength, while an unsuitable wand can even be counterproductive at critical moments.

I once witnessed a powerful wizard dueling with an ant that he could easily crush to death, and because their wands were of the same origin, they cast a flashback spell.

This spell connected the magic spells of the two people. The more they attacked, the greater the resistance, which ultimately led to the duel ending in a draw. "

"Is there such a thing?" Michael asked in surprise.

"It wouldn't happen under normal circumstances, but the relationship between those two people is so deep that I wasn't surprised at all when they cast the flashback spell."

"hiss!"

Harry subconsciously covered his forehead, inexplicably feeling that the lightning-shaped scar suddenly burned like fire.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Harry smiled forcefully, and then gave Aaron a resentful look: It's a bit unkind to use me as an example.

Aaron turned his head away indifferently. If he hadn't stopped him quickly just now, this guy would probably have revealed his record. If he had known, he would have given him a forgetting spell.

"Wizards today are used to using wands, but..." Aaron paused as he spoke. He placed the wand on the podium, then snapped his fingers, and a ball of flame was held in his hand.

"Wandless casting." Luna said in shock, looking at Aaron with a bit of surprise.

"you know?"

"Ravenclaws are all interested in knowledge. I read about this spellcasting technique in a book."

"Can we learn?" Ron asked with interest. He had experienced the pain of inappropriate wands. When he was in second grade, he still used an old wand from unknown hands. It was not that difficult to cast magic.

But there was nothing they could do about it. After all, their family was too poor to afford a new wand, but if they could learn this skill, they would definitely save a lot of money in the future.