Chapter 35 Light Ball Game (Happy Weekend)
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Harry immediately fired a green light at the light ball and hit it accurately.
This made him jump for joy, and he finally had a smile on his face.
But the next second, he knew what the professor's reminder meant.
After the light ball was hit, in addition to changing color to red, the number 1 appeared in the middle, and it also began to move slowly and irregularly!
He quickly sent another red light, but it just missed the light ball and hit the white wall, which was extremely conspicuous.
At the same time, the light ball moved upward again, exactly in the direction he had just launched.
Anxious in his heart, he emitted the same light without thinking, and it was empty as a matter of course.
"Don't be anxious," Tver's voice sounded at the right time. "The light ball moves very slowly. If you predict the trajectory a little, you can hit it with a little advance."
Harry took a deep breath and watched the light ball slowly move to the left, and then shot a red light ahead of time, and then hit the edge of the light ball.
The size of the light ball is larger than the light they release, so hitting the edge of the light ball is considered an accurate hit.
After mastering the technique, Harry could hit twice with three rays of light, but sometimes he was too anxious and the color of the rays he released was wrong.
And the more you get to the back, the more tired you are. Just holding the wand for 2 minutes can make your hands sore, let alone the continuous release of magic power.
So after 2 minutes, he scored a total of 57 points.
Tweel took the lead in applauding the exhausted Harry, and the students followed suit belatedly.
He knew how good Harry's performance was. To be honest, in his expectation, not many students could last for 2 minutes.
This can also be regarded as a kind of limit test. Students will feel tired in one minute, and one and a half minutes is probably the student's limit. Unless the limit is exceeded, they will have to stop for ten seconds to cast a spell in the next half minute.
The subsequent performance of the students confirmed his expectations, and was even worse.
Half of the students can only get about 35 points in the end, which is basically the score they got in the first minute. The rest time in the next minute is longer than the time to release the magic.
The remaining students are not more than fifty points at most. They are students who can persist to the limit, but they are easy to relax and will not easily try to break through the limit.
The only one who gritted his teeth and persisted was Hermione, the little witch. She seemed to be holding her breath and insisted on performing well in front of Tweel.
In the end, she got a score of 52 points, but she collapsed completely. It was Tver who helped her back and fed her several pieces of chocolate before she recovered.
This is also a true portrayal of the students.
At the beginning, I was eager to try, but when it was my turn, I was so tired that I just wanted to give up. But after it was over, I was excited to try again.
However, two of the students behaved strangely.
When all the students were tired and lying on the table, excitedly discussing their performance, Tver came to Ron's side.
"Mr. Weasley, can I see your wand?"
Ron was stunned for a moment. Hearing Tweel ask the question a second time, he hurriedly wiped the wand in his robe and handed it over.
As soon as he saw the wand, Tver knew the reason for Ron's poor performance.
This is a very old wand. The skin has peeled off in some places, revealing the wood grain of the wand, and a little bit of the unicorn hair on the tip.
It is simply a wand damaged in the Iraq War. Even Aurors who often use wands in battle would not wear their wands like this.
"As far as I know, Ron, you are only 11 years old. How do you use such an old wand?"
Twil asked, placing the wand back in Ron's hand.
Ron clenched the wand awkwardly, his ears turning red, "This is my brother Charlie's wand. He studied fire dragons in Romania."
"Well," Tver pondered for a while, "I have to remind you that a wand usually has a two-way choice with its owner. If you use an inappropriate wand, it will greatly limit your strength."
"For example, you only scored 31 points today, but in my opinion, scoring more than [-] points is in line with your strength."
"So, I still suggest that you change your wand to one that is more suitable for you."
He knew Ron's family situation, so he just came to remind him that Ron had to communicate with his family about what to do.
After all, he is a teacher, not a nanny.
Then he walked next to Neville and gently put down the fifth piece of chocolate.
Neville was actually the third one to last until 2 minutes, but his casting speed was inherently slow and his reaction was not fast.
What's more, he's also prone to spellcasting failures.
So I was exhausted and sweaty, but in the end I got the lowest score in the class, 21 points.
Twil squatted next to Neville, but he avoided Twil's eyes because of guilt.
"Do you remember what I told you in the first class?"
Neville nodded slightly but said nothing.
"Remember, you are a wizard. If you follow your own instincts, you will be able to exert strength beyond everyone's expectations."
"You can try to forget about the spell, forget about the technique, just wave the wand and find the feeling of releasing pure magic."
"If you have any questions, you can always come to me, okay?"
Neville then whispered: "Thank you, Professor."
"Eat the chocolate." Tver stood up, patted his shoulder, and walked to the podium.
"Hurry up and finish the chocolate." Tver glanced around, and there were only a few students who only took a bite of the chocolate. "This is specially prepared for you. If you don't eat it this time, there will be no next time." "
The students just ate the chocolate in one bite, and they immediately frowned in pain, but a warm feeling spread throughout their bodies, and their fatigue disappeared instantly.
"Well, this time No. 1 is Harry Potter, so Gryffindor will get ten points."
Only then did the students realize what Twil meant by applauding Harry before. It turned out that the first Potter to appear was the strongest!
Harry, who had taken the longest break, had already recovered and accepted the applause and cheers from his classmates with a wide smile.
"Then we have an hour and 10 minutes left in this class, so you still have a small task."
Tver handed out the test papers on the podium.
"See, the above test questions are exactly what I just mentioned. I mentioned many of them when you were playing games, so finish them before get out of class ends!"
The students suddenly wailed in disbelief. They thought they didn't have to take the test paper anymore, but now they just recovered and saw the test paper.
However, this exam was not very difficult, and the fun-based approach also helped students understand the knowledge very well, so everyone completed it before get out of class ended.
Even 10 minutes left.
Tver stood under the podium and looked at the students with a smile.
"It's great. I thought you would play until you forget the content. As a reward, I will ask you questions in these 10 minutes. Remember to raise your hands."
Instantly the classroom was filled with joy.
"Professor, do you have a girlfriend?"
"I don't answer personal questions, but I can tell you, no."
"Professor, how strong are you?"
"It's hard to describe it with a standard, but it's more than enough to deal with students."
"Then can you show us the light ball game?"
"Oh, do you want to see it?"
The students shouted in unison: "Think!"
"Okay," Tver waved the ball of light and floated it above the students' heads, "The version I play is different from yours, but the rules are similar."
After he said that, a green light hit the light ball. At this moment, the light ball not only turned red, but also jumped to another place.
But it was no use, the light of the same color still hit it accurately.
The ball of light changes like this in a leaping manner. One moment it changes to the side, the next moment it appears in the corner, and it does not stay for more than one second.
But every time it appears, it will be hit accurately and quickly.
The count above kept beating, but the students no longer wanted to pay attention to this.
Their mouths opened wide in surprise, the light of the magic spell reflected colorful colors on their faces, their heads went back and forth between Tver and the ball of light several times, and their eyes couldn't keep up at all.
So they could only be divided into two groups. One group watched the professor's hand that kept issuing magic spells, while paying attention to whether the light ball was hit.
Soon, everyone became the first group.
The ball of light can be hit anyway, so what’s the point of looking at that? !
For a moment, the whole classroom fell silent, with only the "whoosh" sound of flying magic spells breaking through the air, and the soft "pop" sound of the light ball being hit.
Two minutes later, the bell rang on time, and Tver also took back his wand.
The numbers on the light ball are clearly visible.
"120"
This made him jump for joy, and he finally had a smile on his face.
But the next second, he knew what the professor's reminder meant.
After the light ball was hit, in addition to changing color to red, the number 1 appeared in the middle, and it also began to move slowly and irregularly!
He quickly sent another red light, but it just missed the light ball and hit the white wall, which was extremely conspicuous.
At the same time, the light ball moved upward again, exactly in the direction he had just launched.
Anxious in his heart, he emitted the same light without thinking, and it was empty as a matter of course.
"Don't be anxious," Tver's voice sounded at the right time. "The light ball moves very slowly. If you predict the trajectory a little, you can hit it with a little advance."
Harry took a deep breath and watched the light ball slowly move to the left, and then shot a red light ahead of time, and then hit the edge of the light ball.
The size of the light ball is larger than the light they release, so hitting the edge of the light ball is considered an accurate hit.
After mastering the technique, Harry could hit twice with three rays of light, but sometimes he was too anxious and the color of the rays he released was wrong.
And the more you get to the back, the more tired you are. Just holding the wand for 2 minutes can make your hands sore, let alone the continuous release of magic power.
So after 2 minutes, he scored a total of 57 points.
Tweel took the lead in applauding the exhausted Harry, and the students followed suit belatedly.
He knew how good Harry's performance was. To be honest, in his expectation, not many students could last for 2 minutes.
This can also be regarded as a kind of limit test. Students will feel tired in one minute, and one and a half minutes is probably the student's limit. Unless the limit is exceeded, they will have to stop for ten seconds to cast a spell in the next half minute.
The subsequent performance of the students confirmed his expectations, and was even worse.
Half of the students can only get about 35 points in the end, which is basically the score they got in the first minute. The rest time in the next minute is longer than the time to release the magic.
The remaining students are not more than fifty points at most. They are students who can persist to the limit, but they are easy to relax and will not easily try to break through the limit.
The only one who gritted his teeth and persisted was Hermione, the little witch. She seemed to be holding her breath and insisted on performing well in front of Tweel.
In the end, she got a score of 52 points, but she collapsed completely. It was Tver who helped her back and fed her several pieces of chocolate before she recovered.
This is also a true portrayal of the students.
At the beginning, I was eager to try, but when it was my turn, I was so tired that I just wanted to give up. But after it was over, I was excited to try again.
However, two of the students behaved strangely.
When all the students were tired and lying on the table, excitedly discussing their performance, Tver came to Ron's side.
"Mr. Weasley, can I see your wand?"
Ron was stunned for a moment. Hearing Tweel ask the question a second time, he hurriedly wiped the wand in his robe and handed it over.
As soon as he saw the wand, Tver knew the reason for Ron's poor performance.
This is a very old wand. The skin has peeled off in some places, revealing the wood grain of the wand, and a little bit of the unicorn hair on the tip.
It is simply a wand damaged in the Iraq War. Even Aurors who often use wands in battle would not wear their wands like this.
"As far as I know, Ron, you are only 11 years old. How do you use such an old wand?"
Twil asked, placing the wand back in Ron's hand.
Ron clenched the wand awkwardly, his ears turning red, "This is my brother Charlie's wand. He studied fire dragons in Romania."
"Well," Tver pondered for a while, "I have to remind you that a wand usually has a two-way choice with its owner. If you use an inappropriate wand, it will greatly limit your strength."
"For example, you only scored 31 points today, but in my opinion, scoring more than [-] points is in line with your strength."
"So, I still suggest that you change your wand to one that is more suitable for you."
He knew Ron's family situation, so he just came to remind him that Ron had to communicate with his family about what to do.
After all, he is a teacher, not a nanny.
Then he walked next to Neville and gently put down the fifth piece of chocolate.
Neville was actually the third one to last until 2 minutes, but his casting speed was inherently slow and his reaction was not fast.
What's more, he's also prone to spellcasting failures.
So I was exhausted and sweaty, but in the end I got the lowest score in the class, 21 points.
Twil squatted next to Neville, but he avoided Twil's eyes because of guilt.
"Do you remember what I told you in the first class?"
Neville nodded slightly but said nothing.
"Remember, you are a wizard. If you follow your own instincts, you will be able to exert strength beyond everyone's expectations."
"You can try to forget about the spell, forget about the technique, just wave the wand and find the feeling of releasing pure magic."
"If you have any questions, you can always come to me, okay?"
Neville then whispered: "Thank you, Professor."
"Eat the chocolate." Tver stood up, patted his shoulder, and walked to the podium.
"Hurry up and finish the chocolate." Tver glanced around, and there were only a few students who only took a bite of the chocolate. "This is specially prepared for you. If you don't eat it this time, there will be no next time." "
The students just ate the chocolate in one bite, and they immediately frowned in pain, but a warm feeling spread throughout their bodies, and their fatigue disappeared instantly.
"Well, this time No. 1 is Harry Potter, so Gryffindor will get ten points."
Only then did the students realize what Twil meant by applauding Harry before. It turned out that the first Potter to appear was the strongest!
Harry, who had taken the longest break, had already recovered and accepted the applause and cheers from his classmates with a wide smile.
"Then we have an hour and 10 minutes left in this class, so you still have a small task."
Tver handed out the test papers on the podium.
"See, the above test questions are exactly what I just mentioned. I mentioned many of them when you were playing games, so finish them before get out of class ends!"
The students suddenly wailed in disbelief. They thought they didn't have to take the test paper anymore, but now they just recovered and saw the test paper.
However, this exam was not very difficult, and the fun-based approach also helped students understand the knowledge very well, so everyone completed it before get out of class ended.
Even 10 minutes left.
Tver stood under the podium and looked at the students with a smile.
"It's great. I thought you would play until you forget the content. As a reward, I will ask you questions in these 10 minutes. Remember to raise your hands."
Instantly the classroom was filled with joy.
"Professor, do you have a girlfriend?"
"I don't answer personal questions, but I can tell you, no."
"Professor, how strong are you?"
"It's hard to describe it with a standard, but it's more than enough to deal with students."
"Then can you show us the light ball game?"
"Oh, do you want to see it?"
The students shouted in unison: "Think!"
"Okay," Tver waved the ball of light and floated it above the students' heads, "The version I play is different from yours, but the rules are similar."
After he said that, a green light hit the light ball. At this moment, the light ball not only turned red, but also jumped to another place.
But it was no use, the light of the same color still hit it accurately.
The ball of light changes like this in a leaping manner. One moment it changes to the side, the next moment it appears in the corner, and it does not stay for more than one second.
But every time it appears, it will be hit accurately and quickly.
The count above kept beating, but the students no longer wanted to pay attention to this.
Their mouths opened wide in surprise, the light of the magic spell reflected colorful colors on their faces, their heads went back and forth between Tver and the ball of light several times, and their eyes couldn't keep up at all.
So they could only be divided into two groups. One group watched the professor's hand that kept issuing magic spells, while paying attention to whether the light ball was hit.
Soon, everyone became the first group.
The ball of light can be hit anyway, so what’s the point of looking at that? !
For a moment, the whole classroom fell silent, with only the "whoosh" sound of flying magic spells breaking through the air, and the soft "pop" sound of the light ball being hit.
Two minutes later, the bell rang on time, and Tver also took back his wand.
The numbers on the light ball are clearly visible.
"120"
