Chapter 88 Practice, News

"boom!"

The light of the spell exploded, and Harry flew backwards and hit the soft cushion beside the wall, letting out a low groan.

When he looked up again, he held his nose and bright red blood dripped down.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione called, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "How are you?"

"It hit my nose." Harry replied in a muffled voice. He took some white essence from the shelf on the wall and applied it to his nose skillfully, then wiped the blood on his face with a tissue.

Neville helped him pick up the wand, and Harry said, "Thanks, Neville."

The wound healed after a while. Harry raised his head and asked, "I think the Iron Armor Curse I just cast has some effect, right?"

"Indeed, my spell was a little off." Vader nodded in confirmation, and then asked: "But it was too weak and did not have the desired effect. Pay attention - 'Pro-tay-goh' (iron armor protection), you Be more decisive when saying it. There is not much skill in this mantra, it just requires repeated practice.”

"I understand." Harry took a deep breath, moved his wrist, and tightened his grip on the wand.

"continue?"

"certainly!"

Harry said decisively, stood firm, and waved his wand vigorously: "Iron Armor!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The light of the spell collided again, and Harry's wand was released again.

"Has Harry been working too hard these past two days?" Michael asked Neville, who had just walked back: "I see that he has been injured several times today."

"Well, a little bit." Neville said vaguely: "Shall we continue practicing the disarming spell?"

"Listen to me, Neville - you can't finish learning spells. Only by learning to rest can you learn better -" Michael sat on the ground and didn't want to move, and said lazily: "-You are not being chased by a mysterious man. Kill, why are you working so hard?”

Among everyone in the SSC, except for Vader, Harry has made the most progress. He has learned the Disarming Curse and the Iron Armor Curse, but the invisible armor that protects him is still at the stage where it can be broken at a touch; and the one who has made the slowest progress is Neville, who has not yet successfully cast the Disarming Curse.

But Michael knew that Neville actually worked harder than anyone else. Seeing him fail again and again and get up from the ground again and again, Michael felt hurt for him.

Neville didn't speak, just stood silently in the sparring position, and then looked at Michael silently.

Michael: "..."

He suppressed the discomfort that felt like being stung by ants all over his body and stayed on the ground for another two minutes. Finally, he could not resist the condemnation of his conscience and got up from the ground.

"Why should I study hard here with you and practice fifth and sixth grade stuff?" Michael muttered: "I will definitely not come tomorrow night...I need a party, I need to play games...even if it's just sitting in front of the fireplace. , do nothing?"

Neville was just laughing.

At first, he would still believe it, worried that Michael would no longer want to be trained by him and would never come to the umbrella house again, so he would train for a while and rest for a while. But later, Neville discovered that Michael had always just talked and would still show up on time the next day.

"If he doesn't come, you won't have a partner. Or we can rotate exercises, but one person will always be left alone." At the end of the training, Hermione pointedly pointed out the reason why Michael did this: "He just wants to be lazy. But I don’t want this to hold back those who are willing to work hard.”

Neville was startled, and suddenly felt apologetic: "But I have never mastered the disarming spell... I'm really sorry for his efforts."

"Yeah, it's really strange -" Hermione frowned, confused: "Vade taught you in detail. He said that your movements and spells are fine, so why can't you succeed?"

"Hermione." Harry interrupted hastily.

When a top student asks a bad student "Why can't you learn something so simple?", isn't it the same as saying "You are incredibly stupid"?

Neville was not that sensitive. He looked down at his wand, lost in thought.

…

In the evening, after Wade finished washing and wiping his wet hair, he came out of the bathroom and saw a familiar house elf standing in the room.

"McGee? Sit down."

Wade put down the wet towel, poured a glass of water for McGee and pushed it over. He also poured a glass for himself and drank it all in one gulp.

Mikey did not sit down. He leaned on the edge of the chair, holding the hot water he had brought. His big eyes were wet, and he said in a thin voice: "Wade Gray shouldn't go to the Potions classroom tomorrow afternoon, classroom." There are other students using it.”

Wade stopped and thought for a moment before putting the water glass back to its place.

During lunch today, he sat near Prewett and pretended to talk casually, telling Padma that he was going to potions class tomorrow to practice the shrinking potion.

Originally, Vader was still thinking about whether he should pretend to be casual and mention it around the Slytherin students - now it seems that there is no need for it.

On the other hand, McGee - he seems to have learned some bug fixing skills since the last time we talked. At this time, he shook his body slightly and drank the water with great care. He seemed very happy and had no intention of punishing himself for this.

Wade smiled and asked, "Are there any senior students?"

"No," McGee said. "It's the same as Vader Gray."

"How many students are going to use the Potions classroom?"

"Uh..." The house elf hesitated: "Six? Seven? Six?"

"Six or seven people...one of them may not go?" Wade asked.

McGee shook his head: "They thought she was in the same group, but she's not."

"I understand." Wade took out a small Friends Book and handed it to McGee, and said, "I think you know how to use this? If you can't go to the potions classroom tomorrow, please let me know, okay? ?”

"Okay, McGee will do it - McGee is very willing to help Wade Gray." McGee bowed happily and disappeared with a snap of his friend account.

…

"Vade, have you noticed-" In the History of Magic class, Michael looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Slytherin is a little weird today?"

"What do you say?" Wade asked.

"Just now at the door, Zabini actually smiled at me, which was really scary." Michael rubbed his arms: "Are these guys planning some bad ideas?"

Slytherin's student reputation has never been very good, but they themselves are very united. Since the last conflict between Vader, Malfoy and others in the corridor, other Slytherin students no longer greeted them. Even in the classroom, the two sides are clearly distinct and will not mix together.

However, the conflict between the two sides did not escalate to the level of two colleges. Not like Gryffindor and Slytherin, who constantly make trouble for each other.

"Remove the 'should'." Vader lowered his voice and said, "They are preparing to ambush me!"

"Ambush you... in the Potions classroom?" Michael suddenly said, "No wonder you suddenly brought up the topic of potions yesterday... Do you plan to wait until they are ready before going to the professor to report? Or..."

He rolled his eyes and said excitedly in a lower voice: "Lue Professor Snape over -"