《Harry Potter: A Certain Hogwarts Professor Of Magic》Chapter 17 - Open Class (1)
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Soon Professor Snape marched in, and with a wave of his wand the windows were closed, and the curtains shut, a gloomy, eerie atmosphere enveloped the classroom and the young wizards instantly became quiet.
Hermione immediately closed the book and concentrated on the lecture.
After the first herb class in the afternoon, the three of them were so tired and exhausted at the end they went hurriedly to the Great Hall for their open class. Four long tables had been moved to the corner, and in the middle, there is a round stage, about twenty feet in diameter and three feet high.
"What's all this?" Ron asked.
"Maybe it's where the professor might stand? There's a bit of a crowd here today." Harry looked around the room, and goodness gracious, half the school was here, and there were also lots of little wizards from the first year.
So popular? Not another Lockhart, right? Harry mumbled silently.
Harry was just thinking about it, but Ron had already spoken up, muttering, " is it another Lockhart?"
"No, I've been in contact with Professor Hap, and he's very good at silent spells! And Professor Lockhart, he, he ..." Hermione became stammering.
"What spell?" Harry didn't catch it.
"A silent spell, some particularly powerful wizard who can cast all sorts of spells without having to chant them, and it's particularly handy in casting bad spells over others," Ron explained.
Both dismissed the comments about Lockhart on the part of the girl.
Was there any point in discussing that?
Hermione gave Ron a blank look.
And Harry thought about it a little more, so this professor seemed to be okay? He was looking forward to the upcoming open class with a little more anticipation.
Neither he nor Ron wanted to come, but what difference could it make to them? They had been dragged here by Hermione, who said, "Isn't it necessary to know about an elective course in advance of the third year?"
And Hermione wanted to see how well Felix could teach, but she had already read Felix's Explorations in Ancient Magical Texts, which gave her a lot of confidence in the new professor.
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Well, as confident as she was in Professor Lockhart.
After another ten minutes passed, during which some students arrived and a few professors also came to join in the fun, it seemed like this was not a class, but a big party.
Harry caught a glimpse of Lockhart and hastily ducked his head to avoid the sight of the 'controversial' professor.
It was never good to run into him!
The last few days had been miserable for him from three sources: Quidditch training, Lockhart, and that first-year student named Creevey.
Except for Quidditch, which was a painful and enjoyable experience, he avoided the other two!
At the exact time, Felix appeared. He wore a light blue robe - the same colour as his eyes - with his hair pulled up slightly and with a smile on his face, he looked about 17 or 18 years old.
Very much like Lockhart!
Many of the younger students whispered in their minds - they were really scared by such an outfit.
Felix made his way through the crowd and leaped gently up to the stage. With a wand in his hand, he looked around as the crowd settled down.
Harry saw the professor draw a mysterious symbol with his wand and the next second the professor's voice reached his ears, not too loud, but so clear that he seemed to be speaking right next to him.
"We are officially starting the lesson."
Felix looked at the young wizards below the stage, "I am, Felix Hap, currently the professor of the course Ancient Magical Texts." He waved his wand and conjured up his name.
Immediately afterward, he asked his first question.
"Does anyone know anything about Ancient Magical Texts?"
Swipe!
Hermione raised her hand subconsciously, and before she could think about it, her body had moved on its own.
"Miss Granger." Felix nodded at her.
Hermione opened her mouth and said, "Ancient magical text, also known as Ancient Runes, is a script that was used by wizards hundreds of years ago to record their magic and, as a result, modern wizards are mainly concerned with the translation of these magical scripts. However, the ancient magic texts were also one of the sources of power for the ancient wizards."
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The last sentence was added after she had read Explorations of Ancient Magical Texts.
"Very good, five points for Gryffindor."
Felix began to go over the history and evolution of the ancient magical texts, he pushed through them quickly, they weren't important, or at least he didn't think they were.
The young wizards won't remember either.
"All you need to remember is that the Ancient Magical Texts are a bridge that connects ancient magic to modern magic, and at the same time, it connects ancient alchemy to modern alchemy."
Felix nodded in satisfaction as he saw the young wizards murmuring from the stage.
"But Professor, why is it that all we learn is how to translate ancient magical texts?" A senior girl from Ravenclaw asked, raising her hand.
Felix looked at her, "There are two main reasons."
"The first reason is that translation is really the dominant view in the magical world at the moment."
"In my opinion, ancient magical texts can be divided into two, the ancient script and the magical script. The former is a script used by ancient wizards, and the latter is a power wielded by ancient wizards - only over the long change of time they have become intertwined with each other, making it difficult to distinguish between the latter."
"The former represents the mainstream view, and they have made it their mission to inherit and study ancient magical texts, which is in fact very useful indeed, bearing in mind that most of our knowledge of ancient wizards has been gained by these people."
"It's a route that is relatively easy to get in, and even now you can do it."
"But if you want to master the power of the ancient wizards directly through the ancient magical texts, it is very, very difficult and requires not only an excellent level of magic itself, but also an excellent research ability."
The young wizards were confused, but they got a general idea. The advantage of this is that it's easy to get started and requires little in the way of personal experience, even if you're a dumb wizard. But it requires a lot of time to get your mind straight.
The magic world is full of old wizards who have been studying for decades and have finally confused themselves.
The other branch, which is based on mastering the powers of ancient wizards, is difficult to get into, so if you're not elite + academic, don't even think about it.
Felix paused for a moment to give the crowd time to digest before smiling and saying, "Back to the question we just got, as for the second reason - it's because it's not on the exam."
The young wizards were suddenly speechless, this reason was a strong one.
"But ..." said Felix, "I personally think that allowing you to dabble a little in the practical application of ancient magical texts would be an effective way of stimulating your enthusiasm for this discipline."
"Are you going to teach us ancient magic?" One of the twins shouted.
Felix shook his head, "No. Ancient magic is known to be powerful and difficult to tame, and I do not intend to teach you about it. Not to mention, my research in this area is just in its infancy."
"All right! This is the end of the theoretical part, and as this is an open class, I won't go into too much professional knowledge -"
"Next, it's time for a demonstration."
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