Chapter 138 Neville’s Progress
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
"Impossible, professor...how could a professor do such a thing?!"
The next night, when they visited Hermione, they told her of their suspicion.
Hermione's cat face has improved a lot. The tail has long disappeared, and the pupils have returned to normal. Only the two cat ears on the top of the head and the whiskers under the nose have not disappeared.
But after she heard Ron's guess, her hair immediately exploded like an angry cat.
"But do you still remember the night when you examined Mrs. Norris? Principal Dumbledore needs the help of professors when it comes to deciphering dark magic." Ron added new evidence to his speculation, which immediately suppressed Hermione. of anger.
Hermione frowned and thought for a moment before whispering: "But the problem is that the professor had been staying in the auditorium before the attack, and a bunch of people saw him eating a small cake!"
This time even Harry had a reason to contradict her.
"To be honest, with the professor's strength, he doesn't need to go over to cast the spell in person. Isn't that what happened when we were hung at the door of the office?"
Hermione pouted immediately, annoyed that she didn't know what to answer.
The more she thought about it, the more she agreed with this possibility. After all, they had been investigating for so long and only guessed that the monster in the secret room was a basilisk. They had no clue about the identity of the heir.
Now, Professor Foley comes from a pure-blood family, and may also be related to the Slytherin family.
Especially since the Professor is so friendly towards Parseltongue and Dark Arts!
Moreover, among the people she can think of right now, only the professor is the most suitable.
It was just out of emotional respect that she didn't want to question the professor.
Ron and Harry understood her mood, or in other words, they thought the same thing, so they sighed helplessly.
"If it was Snape who did it, we would report him without saying a word, but Professor Welfare... how about we remind him?" Ron suggested.
"No, if the professor is friendly, that's okay. If he is angry about our findings, there may be two more people in this ward!" Harry retorted immediately, "Colin and the others haven't recovered yet, which means that they haven't recovered yet. The professor doesn’t want to reveal his identity yet.”
Hermione rubbed the beard on her face, coughed up a hairball and said, "And we have no evidence to prove that the professor is really the heir to the Chamber of Secrets. This is all just speculation."
"But we can ask the professor for confirmation just like we did with Malfoy."
As she spoke, she fell into deep thought.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and then said to her: "No matter what, we have to wait until you are discharged from the hospital."
"That's right, without you, we can't even finish our homework!" Ron echoed loudly.
……
On the other side, Tweel didn't know that he had become a scapegoat. He was still tutoring, um, Neville in the office.
He's been doing this since the beginning of the school year.
Don't doubt it, he really didn't study Neville anymore, he was always patiently tutoring him in his studies as a reward for Neville.
After all, he has made so many contributions and provided so much research experience...
Fortunately, Neville was also on his best. After Tweel's insurance but slow treatment, the sequelae of the Oblivion Curse left by him have been much improved. At least there will no longer be a sudden brain failure.
It’s just that my previous foundation was too poor and my own learning ability was a little weak, so it wasn’t reflected in my grades so quickly.
As for Tver, he needs to help him make up for the missing content.
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Here, cast the Obstacle Curse on the dummy a hundred times."
Twil held a book in his hand and said to Neville.
Neville, who had just come over, put down his schoolbag, squeezed the hand holding the wand slightly, and walked skillfully in front of the dummy.
This is an ordinary dummy. Tver has not even injected any memory into it. He will only rely on a little magic power to continuously move forward slowly.
What Neville has to do is to constantly use obstacle spells to repel the dummy until the magic power on the dummy is exhausted.
If the magic standard is released, then one hundred times of obstacle spell is just right.
But after practicing for half a year, he only improved from 120 reps to [-] reps. There were still problems with poor release, and the speed of improvement also dropped significantly.
But the professor said that as long as progress can be made, practice will still have an effect.
Neville comforted himself mentally.
"There are many obstacles!"
With a flash of red light, the dummy immediately retreated a lot.
Huh?What a good start today!
He felt proud for a second. In the past, his accuracy would only increase later.
"Be gentle with your gestures and don't wave the wand with too much force." The professor's voice came from behind the book.
"Okay, Professor."
Neville took a deep breath. This was a little trick he had learned - holding his breath can make casting spells more compact.
"The second time, there are many obstacles!"
……
Twil had actually been observing Neville.
He didn't understand at first how someone could not even do simple spell casting.
After all, for him, casting a spell is as simple as eating and drinking.
Even when he was new to magic, he was able to understand the content of school courses with an adult's thinking and concentration.
But since he started tutoring Neville, he gradually understood what the so-called magical talent was.
It's actually a sensitivity to magic.
Generally speaking, this is the advantage of students born into pure-blood families or wizarding families.
They rely on their long-term contact with magic, and their use of magic is more methodical.
But after seven years of study, this so-called talent will be smoothed out by the school environment, and subsequent achievements will depend on one's ability to comprehend.
This is why wizards from pure-blood families dare not say they are the strongest among their peers, because although their lower limit is higher than that of ordinary wizards, their upper limit still depends on individual efforts.
Neville, on the other hand, is artificially improving this sensitivity through continuous practice.
Don't underestimate the magic power of the dummy. When it is hit, it will actually emit various magic waves.
So it seemed like Neville was only practicing Obstacle Spells, but he was actually experiencing hundreds of spells!
These feelings would unknowingly enhance Neville's magical talents.
Of course, his own magical talent is also good, and Tver is actually reawakening his talent.
This practice method will not enhance his apparent strength, but it can passively improve his understanding of magic.
It will be much easier to learn other magic in the future.
After a while.
"1 time, many obstacles!"
Seeing the dummy take a step back and then freeze, Neville was stunned for a moment.
"Professor, I...I seem to have broken the dummy." He said with a sad face.
"...This is not broken. On the contrary, I want to congratulate you," Tver put down the book in his hand with an encouraging smile on his face, "You successfully completed my test."
The next night, when they visited Hermione, they told her of their suspicion.
Hermione's cat face has improved a lot. The tail has long disappeared, and the pupils have returned to normal. Only the two cat ears on the top of the head and the whiskers under the nose have not disappeared.
But after she heard Ron's guess, her hair immediately exploded like an angry cat.
"But do you still remember the night when you examined Mrs. Norris? Principal Dumbledore needs the help of professors when it comes to deciphering dark magic." Ron added new evidence to his speculation, which immediately suppressed Hermione. of anger.
Hermione frowned and thought for a moment before whispering: "But the problem is that the professor had been staying in the auditorium before the attack, and a bunch of people saw him eating a small cake!"
This time even Harry had a reason to contradict her.
"To be honest, with the professor's strength, he doesn't need to go over to cast the spell in person. Isn't that what happened when we were hung at the door of the office?"
Hermione pouted immediately, annoyed that she didn't know what to answer.
The more she thought about it, the more she agreed with this possibility. After all, they had been investigating for so long and only guessed that the monster in the secret room was a basilisk. They had no clue about the identity of the heir.
Now, Professor Foley comes from a pure-blood family, and may also be related to the Slytherin family.
Especially since the Professor is so friendly towards Parseltongue and Dark Arts!
Moreover, among the people she can think of right now, only the professor is the most suitable.
It was just out of emotional respect that she didn't want to question the professor.
Ron and Harry understood her mood, or in other words, they thought the same thing, so they sighed helplessly.
"If it was Snape who did it, we would report him without saying a word, but Professor Welfare... how about we remind him?" Ron suggested.
"No, if the professor is friendly, that's okay. If he is angry about our findings, there may be two more people in this ward!" Harry retorted immediately, "Colin and the others haven't recovered yet, which means that they haven't recovered yet. The professor doesn’t want to reveal his identity yet.”
Hermione rubbed the beard on her face, coughed up a hairball and said, "And we have no evidence to prove that the professor is really the heir to the Chamber of Secrets. This is all just speculation."
"But we can ask the professor for confirmation just like we did with Malfoy."
As she spoke, she fell into deep thought.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, and then said to her: "No matter what, we have to wait until you are discharged from the hospital."
"That's right, without you, we can't even finish our homework!" Ron echoed loudly.
……
On the other side, Tweel didn't know that he had become a scapegoat. He was still tutoring, um, Neville in the office.
He's been doing this since the beginning of the school year.
Don't doubt it, he really didn't study Neville anymore, he was always patiently tutoring him in his studies as a reward for Neville.
After all, he has made so many contributions and provided so much research experience...
Fortunately, Neville was also on his best. After Tweel's insurance but slow treatment, the sequelae of the Oblivion Curse left by him have been much improved. At least there will no longer be a sudden brain failure.
It’s just that my previous foundation was too poor and my own learning ability was a little weak, so it wasn’t reflected in my grades so quickly.
As for Tver, he needs to help him make up for the missing content.
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Here, cast the Obstacle Curse on the dummy a hundred times."
Twil held a book in his hand and said to Neville.
Neville, who had just come over, put down his schoolbag, squeezed the hand holding the wand slightly, and walked skillfully in front of the dummy.
This is an ordinary dummy. Tver has not even injected any memory into it. He will only rely on a little magic power to continuously move forward slowly.
What Neville has to do is to constantly use obstacle spells to repel the dummy until the magic power on the dummy is exhausted.
If the magic standard is released, then one hundred times of obstacle spell is just right.
But after practicing for half a year, he only improved from 120 reps to [-] reps. There were still problems with poor release, and the speed of improvement also dropped significantly.
But the professor said that as long as progress can be made, practice will still have an effect.
Neville comforted himself mentally.
"There are many obstacles!"
With a flash of red light, the dummy immediately retreated a lot.
Huh?What a good start today!
He felt proud for a second. In the past, his accuracy would only increase later.
"Be gentle with your gestures and don't wave the wand with too much force." The professor's voice came from behind the book.
"Okay, Professor."
Neville took a deep breath. This was a little trick he had learned - holding his breath can make casting spells more compact.
"The second time, there are many obstacles!"
……
Twil had actually been observing Neville.
He didn't understand at first how someone could not even do simple spell casting.
After all, for him, casting a spell is as simple as eating and drinking.
Even when he was new to magic, he was able to understand the content of school courses with an adult's thinking and concentration.
But since he started tutoring Neville, he gradually understood what the so-called magical talent was.
It's actually a sensitivity to magic.
Generally speaking, this is the advantage of students born into pure-blood families or wizarding families.
They rely on their long-term contact with magic, and their use of magic is more methodical.
But after seven years of study, this so-called talent will be smoothed out by the school environment, and subsequent achievements will depend on one's ability to comprehend.
This is why wizards from pure-blood families dare not say they are the strongest among their peers, because although their lower limit is higher than that of ordinary wizards, their upper limit still depends on individual efforts.
Neville, on the other hand, is artificially improving this sensitivity through continuous practice.
Don't underestimate the magic power of the dummy. When it is hit, it will actually emit various magic waves.
So it seemed like Neville was only practicing Obstacle Spells, but he was actually experiencing hundreds of spells!
These feelings would unknowingly enhance Neville's magical talents.
Of course, his own magical talent is also good, and Tver is actually reawakening his talent.
This practice method will not enhance his apparent strength, but it can passively improve his understanding of magic.
It will be much easier to learn other magic in the future.
After a while.
"1 time, many obstacles!"
Seeing the dummy take a step back and then freeze, Neville was stunned for a moment.
"Professor, I...I seem to have broken the dummy." He said with a sad face.
"...This is not broken. On the contrary, I want to congratulate you," Tver put down the book in his hand with an encouraging smile on his face, "You successfully completed my test."
