From Azkaban To Hogwarts

[Anyway, mouth-to-mouth… (smearing a large black spot), for the application of magic, even black magic is inferior to sneak attack…]

[mouth, mouth, mouth, mouth, mouth...]

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Ron sat on his bed, flipping through books with some markers from time to time, and his whole body became agitated.

Most of the content in the book is obscured by powerful spells or whatever, making what looks like a commentary dry to read, with only a few slip-throughs mixed in with some dark magic research outside view.

He was so angry that he wanted to give up reading, but occasionally there were some interesting-looking spells that made him reluctant to put the book down.

This kind of torture continued until the next confinement began. When Ron reported to William with bloodshot eyes, he calmly told William that he had been reading books in the past few days.

"I learned three of the five spells loaded in the notes on the book, but I couldn't cast the other two."

Ron lowered his head with a bit of resentment - he thought he could do better, but he couldn't cast the other two spells at all.

"Three?"

William looked at Ron with some helplessness and surprise in his eyes.

He didn't expect Ron to directly say things like finding the notes on the book—seriously, with twins, the two guys would just tacitly assume that nothing happened.

Those spells and textbooks were carefully selected and edited for Ron, but self-study and teaching were two concepts - the latter was a more serious matter in theory, and although he didn't care, the Ministry of Magic couldn't find him. Calculate the account, but it's too much to say it directly...

And self-learning of those simple things is also a kind of test for William. If Ron can't even master entry-level black magic, it would be too contrary to his judgment.

"Well... cast spells for me to see."

William wiggled his fingers, cast the Iron Charm on himself, and let Ron begin the demonstration.

Three curses were easily unleashed by Ron, but two entry-level black magic...

'No, the former should be more difficult than the latter, so why...'

The talent for curses is a little better than William imagined, but the black magic is too bad to bear to look at.

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William looked at Ron, a little puzzled - what's the situation?

"How long have you learned to use them?"

"The first half an hour, the second one was about the same, and the third one was a little longer, probably over an hour."

Ron wasn't sure about this, and answered cautiously - he was afraid he would be judged by you as having no talent or something.

'It shouldn't be... it doesn't make sense... Gryffindor is not a Hufflepuff, and has hated black magic in the academy atmosphere since the first year...'

'Wait…'

He suddenly thought of something.

"Wand—what's your wand?"

"Wand?"

Ron was a little puzzled, but answered honestly, "Fourteen inches long, willow wood, the core is, um, unicorn tail hair."

Although the wizards wouldn't reveal their knowledge about their wands before the duel, Ron still remembered the stats of his wands.

I knew it…

William looked at Ron's wand, took out his own, and instantly understood - the unicorn tail hair is the most unsuitable for casting black magic among all wand cores, and he even modified it several times. The spell that you are best at so that you can release it more easily.

But even if it is not so suitable for black magic, his wand is still trying to cooperate with his spellcasting. Although there is no bonus on black magic, it does its best to show its power on the rest of the spells - this is the so-called wizard and Mutual achievement of wands.

"The problem is a bit serious," William glanced at his wand and put it back in place, "You can't communicate with it properly in your current state, even an adult wizard needs to have a certain grasp of his own strength before he can Learn to adapt the wand to them - as it stands, you can't learn black magic with a wand."

"The unicorn wand... I guess, you had absolutely a negative impression of black magic in the past."

Ron was silent for a while, his tone a little dejected, "Yes, Professor."

A genius of black magic who can't use black magic - it's just fate playing a joke on him.

But William thought about it over there. Although he said that Ron can't communicate with the wand now, and basically can't use it to get started with black magic, he is not just learning the method with the wand...

"So, the problem we have now is simplified."

William looked at Ron and laughed. "First, you have to make your wand like you more for the next time..."

? ? ?

Ron looked at William - made the wand more like?

What kind of statement is this? He had never heard of such an education at Hogwarts.

"The unicorn wand prefers pure and stable spells. You have to adapt it to your spellcasting, and then you can slowly and completely master it. Then don't continue to try to use black magic, it doesn't like it."

Although William himself did not use such skills, he was still very clear about the relevant things—this was a master’s inheritance, and he, probably because of the Horcrux plus his own talent and strength, directly skipped this step. .

"As for the study of your curse, I think we should explain it from the other side."

As William said, he took out a few straw dolls from his pocket and put them on the table, "Witchcraft dolls, products that tend to be cursed - they can also be used to release black magic occasionally, before your seventh grade. Or we can learn through it temporarily until we can communicate with the wand."

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'First it was black magic that couldn't be cast, and then it was knitting dolls...'

Ron looked at the less than 20 pages of materials and the five parchment homework he had obtained, and felt that he was really locked up.

Because things were so outrageous that he couldn't accept it at all.

Seriously - the seniors are saying that Professor William has a very handsome wandless spellcasting skill, and will teach it to high-performing students from time to time, but what about him?

There are only ugly, voodoo dolls woven out of straw or rope, and out of style!

What's even more outrageous is - according to the professor's instructions, in order for him to reach the level of communication with the wand faster and better, he needs to use the wand to perform continuous and pure spell casting every day before going to bed, that is, the iron armor spell, continuous casting spells. About half an hour...

"The confinement is nothing more than that..."

Thinking that he has to wear the Iron Armor spell for half an hour every night, and that he needs to disband and re-cast it every minute, he has a kind of sadness from his heart - won't he be called any ugly nickname?

He resisted it a bit, but couldn't refuse—for him, Professor William was the only professor who praised him for his extraordinary talents, and the reliability of this professor was so much shown by his three brothers.

"Try it...weaving voodoo dolls...according to the professor, I have to study this for more than half a month..."

He looked desperately at the pile of materials he brought back, gritted his teeth, and started to make voodoo dolls.

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"Ron has become addicted to knitting dolls lately?"

In an empty classroom, the twins heard the news when a group of students were communicating.

"Are you serious? Ron is in his dormitory now, starting to weave straw dolls right after class?"

Fred and George looked at the students who tipped off with surprise.

What's happening here? A new decompression routine?

Has it become popular for 5th graders to use this to relieve the stress of the OWLs year? They just spent a little time researching whether it was possible for the principal to retire, just to be abandoned by the wave of the times?

"You can be a little more specific about the topic - it's not some kind of charade, is it?"

Fred looked at the classmate who had been deducted many points together over the years, and asked with a bit of puzzlement in his eyes.

"There is no other metaphor. Apart from dating classes and team training, he will go back to the dormitory and try to weave all kinds of straw dolls..."

"Is it for girls?"

Fred and George looked at each other - Ron's pocket money is relatively small, and this is the only way left?

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"It shouldn't be..." The person who broke the news was a little uncertain, "Although there are many styles, but... those dolls are really ugly, very, very powerful..."

"That's weird... He wasn't bullied for no reason, right?"

The twins were at a loss - couldn't they be bullied and had to do such a stupid thing? Although it is true that the two of them often bully Ron, if others bully Ron like this, they have to warn each other.

But as soon as the words came out, the twins found that the rest of the people looked at them very strangely, as if it wasn't Ron who suddenly became stupid, but the two of them.

?

The two were stunned for a moment before realizing their problem - Ron was now a prefect.

The rest of the academies may have their own secrets, but Gryffindor is different. Gryffindors are only bullied by prefects - at least those of them who have been arrested by prefects many times think so.

"It doesn't matter, he has completely betrayed Gryffindor's free spirit. Let him make up things if he likes to make up things..." The two of them thought of Ron, the more they wanted to be angry, the existence of prefects is not natural to them deal with. "

"By the way, it seems that I did this after going to Professor William's confinement..."

The whistleblower made up for it again.

"It's so stupid to shut down... He must have **** off the professor!"

The twins came to a firm conclusion—not to mention that they all forgot about it. God knows how guilty they were when they were told that day to be locked up! It took a whole half an hour to think about what happened suddenly!

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"That Ron is the fifth-year prefect of Gryffindor, you know?"

"How could you not know—what's the matter?"

"Playing with dolls."

The school is like this, there are a little rumors and rumors spread all over the streets - especially the gossip of the prefects of various colleges, once they appear, they will immediately become popular.

"That's a prefect!"

"What's wrong with the prefect—but, make up the dolls, is he going to sell those dolls as lucky charms?"

In the OWLs years, Hogwarts often had some messy products for sale, and some shameless seniors would sell their goods at high prices under the title of "Benao", "Lucky" and so on.

In theory, this is something the prefect should be responsible for, and the guy who sells it will be caught and sent to confinement, and then everything will be destroyed.

But Ron was a prefect himself—a prefect position was a good guarantee.

"Maybe it really works?"

"But I heard it's very, very ugly..."

"Ah...then..."

Similar conversations circulated among many students, and Ron was so addicted to weaving voodoo dolls that he didn't have time to perform the task of prefect.

'This seems to be barely enough...'

Ron picked up the latest finished product - he was in a very strange state right now.

That is, the craftsmanship is not good, but after compiling a few times, I fully understand how to do it.

It seems that he has completely memorized the move table, and he has a general idea of ​​what success is like, but it is the feeling that he can't press it - but the magic thing is still making him more perfect every time, and continue to achieve success. close.

This kind of visible progress felt like a progress bar all at once, and the weaving of each voodoo doll made him feel closer to success—something he seldom encountered in the rest of the course. experience.

Moreover, the learning progress was much faster than Professor William had estimated. After only about ten days, he felt that he could weave a successful and usable voodoo doll. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

It was a different experience - although he still didn't know what the knitted product could do, it didn't affect him feeling the existence of his knitted fabric.

‘It’s so… amazing… just like this? ’

He glanced at the finished product and felt that he could successfully complete the first voodoo doll by knitting one or two more...

'I have to go on a date...'

Ron suddenly felt a little thirsty for a date, but quickly got the dreaded thought out of his head - how could that be?

'Pack up, go right away...'

"Dong Dong Dong!"

There was a knock on the door, Ron and Harry, who was reading a book, looked at each other at the same time, and then Harry cast a spell to open the door.

"Are you all there?"

Hermione's voice came, and she stood at the door, glanced inside the house, and said with a little happiness, "It's great that the rest of you aren't here—prefects, please tell me about those voodoo dolls... this is so true. It's..."

Just as she was about to step in the door, she saw Harry and Ron looked at each other, then raised their heads in unison, "Hermione, wait a minute!"

Before Hermione could answer, the door slammed shut with the force of her wand.

"Hurry up!"

Harry put down the Potions textbook, Ron took out his wand, and the two quickly cast spells on everything in the dormitory - not to mention the two of them, and the innocence of the rest of the roommates must be preserved!

The two looked at each other and silently scolded the school's rules - why are girls allowed to visit the boys' dormitory at will?

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