The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 231 The Class of Magic Array Studies

Chapter 231 The Class of Magic Array Studies

"How's your homework coming along, Harry?"

Sitting in the magic array classroom, Ron yawned and asked, "I spent all night yesterday—"

"I got it done a few days ago." As he said this, Harry yawned.

He didn't sleep well last night either, for a simple reason—the performance of Professor Hamilton on the Quidditch pitch kept him awake.

Whether it was the fierce offensive or the dazzling spell, it all made him a little too excited.

Professor Hamilton is truly amazing—Harry couldn't help but wonder who was more capable, Professor Hamilton or Headmaster Dumbledore—

And who is more powerful, Professor Hamilton or Voldemort?

Professor Hamilton's casting speed is faster, but Voldemort is despicable; he's likely to use various powerful forms of dark magic—according to Hermione, while the silent spell is faster, it's less powerful than a spell cast verbally—

Even so, I still feel Professor Hamilton is more amazing! She even has magic arrays and stuff—

However, if Professor Hamilton and Headmaster Dumbledore were to fight Voldemort together, it would seem like a sure win, and they might even be able to kill Voldemort again.

"Harry, Harry?"

Harry, engrossed in cricket fighting, had his arm tugged by Ron.

"Ah—" Harry, disturbed, shook his head and said, "What's wrong, Ron?"

"Nothing," Ron said, pursing his lips. "It's just that you seemed a little strange, muttering about Professor Hamilton and stuff like that."

"I—I wasn't thinking about Professor Hamilton!" Harry, like a cat caught by the tail, suddenly began to protest. "I was thinking about defeating Voldemort!"

"Really?"

"real!"

Ron raised an eyebrow, clearly not quite believing Harry. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Have you heard? The Pinecone Party held an auction recently."

"I know." Harry scratched his head, a little embarrassed. He had actually tried to sneak in, but unfortunately, he was discovered.

"Why don't you join the Pinecone Party?" Ron asked, shrugging. "Aren't you very interested in Professor Hamilton?"

"I—I didn't!" Harry vehemently denied. "I'm not like them."

"I just think Professor Hamilton is amazing—"

"Then it sounds like you're the same."

"no the same!"

"Okay, okay—" Ron shrugged and said, "But I heard that a professor recently joined the Pinecone Party."

"Professor?" Harry paused, about to ask, when he heard the office door open.

Professor Hamilton, wrapped in a robe and wearing a mask, stepped out. Loila, who had already taken many classes on magic arrays, was no longer as shy as before.

At least they are already quite adept at the opening remarks.

"It's great to see you all in the Magic Array class."

Well—the reason is that she uses the same opening line in every class.

However, today's class is destined to be a little different, because today is the day when Loila will check how well the young wizards have completed their assignments and provide guidance.

Hehehe—you guys who don't do your homework properly and even participated in some auction, do you really think you can get through today's class?

I'm very strict!

Loila, hidden behind the mask, raised an eyebrow and strode over to the young wizards in the first row.

"Mr. Gross—the drawing of a magic circle requires attention to unity—your magic circle should be more rounded here." Loila analyzed the student's magic circle seriously.

As she spoke, she took out a quill and made some modifications to his magic circle, and wrote the question on the parchment in her rather "delicate" handwriting.

Mr. Gross doesn't talk much in class, but he always completes his homework diligently—and the magic circle drawing is mostly correct—wait—why are you staring at me like that?

Look at the magic circle, you idiot!

Loila blushed, ended her instruction with a slightly abrupt cough, and then quickly moved on to the next student.

To avoid being stared at by the students any longer, Loila quickened her pace in the following instruction.

"Mr. Fenigan, why does your magic circle smell burnt?"

"Miss Parkinson's, did you draw your own magic circle?"

"Mr. Longbottom, where's your magic circle?"

"Mr. Malfoy—" Royla paused when she reached Malfoy.

Is this kid so careless about his own safety that he's causing the unicorn to be sent away? Loila knew about him before; after all, his father was a kind person who gave her Galonnaise.

But don't think you can fool me just because your dad gave the professor a gift!

What kind of magic circle did you draw?!

The left curve is missing a full 0.5 degrees, the central rune is tilted clockwise by a small increment, and the engraved spell is somewhat out of place—even the dye used has a little water added to it.

This is definitely not because you caused trouble for Hagrid, it's just that there's a problem with your magic circle. That's really it. Loila looked at his magic circle in silence for a few seconds, then coughed and said, "Your magic circle—is very well drawn."

I need to stay calm, stay calm! Even if it involves my friends, I shouldn't act impulsively when dealing with students—Loira shook her head and put away all the thoughts that were going through her mind about deducting a hundred points from Slytherin and punishing Mr. Malfoy by making him go to the greenhouse to look after the plants.

Choose to give him a genuine compliment.

But what are you so smug about?! I'm still right in front of you, and you're already eager to turn around and show off to Mr. Potter!

Hmph—I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!

Loila pouted and walked towards the next student.

It has to be said that the average level of these students was far better than she had imagined. In fact, Loila had even mentally prepared herself for the possibility that none of the students, except for Luna and Miss Granger, would complete their assignments.

After all, the magic circle was not simple, and the students did not yet have a real textbook—the only teaching material was Mr. Lovegood's newspaper.

This is somewhat—somewhat unsuitable for studying.

However, the students performed quite well—no, no, no, no! It must be because I taught them well, right?

I'm an expert in magic arrays, hehe!

I never thought I was actually so good at being a professor!

After Loila finished looking at the last student's magic circle, she walked lightly back to the top.

"Since everyone's energy storage magic arrays are drawn quite well..."

"Then today we'll learn a new magic circle."

Loila flicked her wand, and a piece of parchment slowly appeared, bearing a blue-glowing magic circle.

"That is—the Demon-Blocking Array."