Superman's Journey

Chapter 334
Looking at Lincoln with a smile on his face, all the students had mixed feelings.

In the previous stage, they experienced the effect of Wukong in the endless falling. Originally, they thought that it was the limit of Lincoln's mentality, but judging from the current situation, it was far from the limit.

Let them, a group of 11-year-old freshmen, learn how to forge iron?Isn't this a little too unprofessional?
Even Hermione, who used to like to study the most, was lost in thought when she looked at the hot stove and the black anvil in front of her. The students of Ravenloch, who labeled herself as smart, and Stry, who labeled herself as Yi Gaogui, fell into deep thought. Lin was already in a state of critical silence at this time.

Blacksmithing seems to have nothing to do with wisdom and nobility no matter how you look at it. On the contrary, Hufflepuff, the honest foodie, and Gryffindor, the representative of the warriors, don't have much meaning for the matter of blacksmithing.

Honest people have always been honest, and Gryffindors have the courage to try all new things, even blacksmithing that they have never imagined before.

Some of the Sterling students wanted to raise their hands to question Lincoln's behavior, but they backed off when they saw Lincoln's wry smile.

The reason is very simple. The punishments of other professors are at most deducting college points and doing tasks. But Lincoln, thinking about his entertaining teaching style and ingenious welcoming ceremony, knows that his punishment must be unique. different.

Up until now, no one knew how different this was, but given the string of bad things that had happened since school started, no one wanted to try it, and their instincts about the crisis told them that it must not be a good thing.

So now the choice is in front of us.

Obediently pick up the tools in front of you and make a ring; or be arranged by Lincoln, is there any choice?

Forging is not a simple matter, even if what they want to forge is only something like a ring, even if Lincoln has given the qualified materials and detailed manufacturing methods, but this group of freshmen who are 11 years old in Harry Still a difficult one, because Lincoln would not allow them to use spells.

The time for one class is obviously not enough, but it doesn't matter, if the time for one class is not enough, then take up some spare time by the way.

Anyway, Hogwoods first-year classes are not full every day, and it just so happens that he is occupied.

There are still nearly two weeks until next Friday's position. As long as Lincoln takes up enough of their spare time, even if he doesn't know anything about forging, he can always create a ring of his own.

As for what this group of freshmen think about this, Lincoln, who has become the ultimate villain, doesn't care at all.

Miserable, this group of first graders can only describe their miserable experience in four words, but it didn't take long, when they saw the senior students also wearing pain masks, their hearts were full of pain. The state of mind suddenly became balanced.

Humans are such wonderful creatures. When they are the only ones suffering, they can hardly bear it. But when a group of people suffer together, their tolerance will increase significantly.

The blood pressure of the Hogwoods students gradually decreased, but the blood pressure of the teachers in the Hogwoods school began to soar.

They hope that they can go to the library and other places to study hard in the spare time they give students, but now, all of them are taken up by Lincoln's class and turned into forging classes.

Even the seventh graders who are about to graduate and theoretically have a very tight schedule, they can't escape.

For a moment, Dumbledore's dean's office was extremely lively. In the whole school, except for Lincoln, the instigator, and Mrs. Hooch, a teacher who only taught first-year students, all other professors gathered here to respond to Dumbledore. This serious question.

Professor Quirrell, who had Voldemort on the back of his head, didn't want to come, but he couldn't hide in the end, and could only shrink behind a group of professors and watch the development of the situation.

A group of teachers gathered together, together with the portraits on the wall, for a while, Dumbledore's office was as lively as a duck pen, but this did not change Dumbledore's mind at all.

It's not because of some dirty PY deal between Dumbledore and Lincoln, but Dumbledore knows that this forging fad won't last until next Friday at the latest, and in reality, the 'ring' itself There are indeed merits.

For Dumbledore, Hogwoods, and the entire wizarding world, it is always beneficial for Lincoln to be willing to teach some strange things, at least the benefits are so great that those seventh graders who are about to graduate are willing to spend some time learning how to forge belongings. own ring.

The professors are well aware of this. What they object to is that the forging class takes up too much time for the students, but if this kind of occupation is only for a week or two, then it is acceptable.

Another fad brought by Lincoln subsided, and time passed, and finally the first ring was born in the hands of a seventh grader.

In the case where the use of magic spells is not allowed, the physical advantage is really too important. With a full seven-year lead, the seventh graders are undoubtedly the group that is the easiest to achieve the goal.

Putting on the ring made by myself, feeling the wonderful connection between the ring and myself, an unparalleled sense of accomplishment emerges in my heart.

For senior students, they can already control their own magic power. For them, the ring is something similar to a magic wand, but it is almost impossible to be shot down, and it is also a tool that can release magic more quickly.

Ollivander's wands are fine, but things that you've worked so hard to make tend to carry more weight.

Ravenlock students are good at using their own brains to summarize wisdom. When the first successful product appears, the methods suitable for them are summarized, and more and more rings are successfully forged.

And they also began to spontaneously help the students in the lower grades to make, until all the students, including the first graders, successfully mastered it.

Think about it, a person is surrounded by two, three or even six senior students. In this case, even Neville can be guided to complete the ring making, not to mention that Neville is actually The first group of first-year students to complete the building.

Poor Ollivander, his wand shop has been open for hundreds of years, and he doesn't know if he can have a stable business in the future. Unless the Ministry of Magic and Hogwoods give policies, Lincoln feels a little hanging.

After all, they can make their own rings, so who would spend seven Galleons on a magic wand?

Malfoy's 'noble' pure-blood family may be an exception.

But no matter what, from now on, the vigorous forging course is finally over, which also means that the students can put their minds back on the study and use of magic, and only hope that there will be no more troubles in the future!
All teachers have enough expectations for the future, but they don't know what kind of big event is waiting for them.

Temporarily ignoring those students who have learned to forge rings, Lincoln went to find Professor Quirrell in Quirrell's office: "Hello, Professor Quirrell, I wonder if you have time on Friday?"

"Ah?!" Being approached by Lincoln, Quirrell was a little dumbfounded for a moment. He didn't know whether to wake up the sleeping master on the back of his head.

Lincoln has never shown what kind of ability he has, but whenever Quirrell faces Lincoln, he always feels uneasy from the bottom of his heart, as if the guy in front of him who is always full of charm will kill him in the next second. kill the same.

This terrifying feeling even compares to or surpasses the Dark Lord.

However, how can a wizard who does not know his origin be compared with the respected Dark Lord and his great master?

"Professor Lin Lincoln" Quirrell's voice stammered a little: "What do you want me to do?"

"Yes, of course I have something to do with you." Lincoln smiled and sat in front of Quirrell: "This Friday, I am going to give a teaching course on the use of black magic spells, and it was not enough for me alone. "

"So I thought of you, Professor Quirrell. As the professor of the school's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you must have a full understanding of black arts. I hope to invite you to take this class with me, so that students can understand the meaning of magic spells." Use for a deeper understanding."

Seeing that Quirrell seemed to want to refuse, Lincoln immediately said: "Of course, I discussed this matter with Principal Dumbledore in advance, and he agreed. But if Professor Quirrell really has other things to do , you can also refuse."

Quirrell: If you say that, can I still refuse?
Quirrell was a little speechless and could only nod: "Okay, Professor Lincoln. I will help you."

"That's good!" Lincoln smiled with satisfaction: "On Friday afternoon, Professor Quirrell must not delay the time!"

Friday.

When they came to the familiar classroom, all the students seemed to have developed an instinctive reaction and stopped. First, they took a look inside to see today's layout inside.

Fortunately, there is no outrageous thing like a forging furnace anvil, it's just that the classroom uses magic spells such as the Untraceable Stretching Curse to slightly expand it by a billion points.

Well, that's not a big deal.

The situation can't be worse than the previous few classes, can it?
With this mentality in mind, the students of each grade were seated one by one. After all the students from the first grade, second grade, and seven grades had arrived, Lincoln appeared in the classroom with Quirrell.

With the door closed, the classroom that was originally connected to Hogwarts has now become an independent entity, which also announced the official start of this ingenious class.

Close the door to ensure that no one can leave the classroom, Lincoln asked Quirrell to sit down first, and then looked at the students below: "Today's class is a special class, which involves relatively advanced magic. Knowledge - black magic."

"One thing we all know is that people in this world can be roughly divided into good people and bad people, and magic can actually be called white magic and black magic."

"White magic, you have all seen it, and today, what we are going to discuss is the relatively mysterious black magic. Now, can anyone tell me what black magic is?"

It was time for the reaction competition, and no surprise, the senior students won the competition: "Crusa Curse, Killing Curse, Imperius Curse, Fiercefire Curse, Black Mark"

"Very good. It seems that the senior students still have some knowledge of black arts. Then the second question, what are the Unforgivable Curses and why are they unforgivable?"

"The Unforgivable Curse is the Cruciatus Curse, the Killing Curse, and the Imperius Curse. The reason for the Unforgivable Curse is that the use of these three spells requires the caster to be malicious, and the use of this spell will affect the caster, and at the same time There are no counterspells, and it only targets the souls of creatures."

Hearing this explanation, Lincoln nodded, but did not make a decision, but looked at Quirrell: "Professor Quirrell, what do you think of this answer?"

Quirrell, who had been watching coldly in the dark, was suddenly pointed out, a little caught off guard, and stammered: "It's a very standard answer."

"Very good!" Lincoln smiled and added five points to the college that answered the question, and then said: "Then the third question, are there really only three Unforgivable Curses in this world?"

After Lincoln's question was uttered, the entire classroom fell into silence. All the students looked at each other, and then tentatively said, "These are the only three Unforgivable Curses stipulated by the Ministry of Magic."

"It's a good reason, so, is anyone willing to come up and cooperate with me? Experience a new spell."

All the students hesitated, and finally the Weasley brothers raised their hands: "I, I can!"

"Very well, Brother Weasley, please come up and sit on the chairs." Lincoln smiled with his wand in his hand, and looked at the two of them: "Are you ready? The process may be a little painful."

"Ready!" Brother Weasley said boldly.

After getting the answer, Lincoln tapped the magic wand, and a jet of dark, shadowy magic power flew from the tip of the wand: "Fall into the abyss forever!"

No one knew what kind of spell Lincoln was using, even Quirrell or the Dark Lord Voldemort couldn't tell what kind of spell he was using, but everyone felt the extreme malice contained in that spell, even if Just for a moment, it also made their hairs stand tall.

And after being hit by the spell, the body of the Weasley brothers, who were still full of vigor and energy, collapsed in an instant. If they hadn't been sitting on the chair, they might have fallen to the ground immediately.

Putting away his wand, Lincoln said to everyone, "Descent into the abyss forever, a special curse."

"Its function is very simple. It closes off all perceptions of the outside world, such as hearing, taste, sight, and smell. All sensations will disappear, and the spirit will fall into eternal darkness, feeling the passage of time ten times and a hundred times."

"There is no counter spell to this curse. The only way to get in touch is to give up my malice towards them. If I don't give up, or if I die halfway, this curse will always exist. Ten years, 50 years, 100 years years, until the spirit of the cursed person is tortured and completely dissipated."

"Those who died under this evil curse cannot even leave their souls behind, and the portraits left by them will become a piece of waste paper."

Lincoln explained the effect of this spell in a calm voice. The more he went on, the more terrified the faces of the students in the classroom became.

They didn't know what kind of experience it was to be under this curse, but judging from Lincoln's description, it was all a naked torture!
(End of this chapter)