Chapter 527 Feng Ping Was Murdered

[In short, mouth after mouth... (a large black spot painted on), for the application of magic, even black magic is inferior to a sneak attack...]

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Ron sat on his bed, flipping through books with marks from time to time, and his whole body became irritable.

Most of the content in the book is covered up by powerful spells or other things, making the content that looks like annotations read dry, with only a few things slipping through the net mixed with some research on black magic. outside view.

He was so angry that he wanted to give up reading, but occasionally there were some interesting-looking spells mixed in, which 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 told William frankly that he had read all the books in the past few days.

"I learned three of the five spells in the notes in the book, but I can'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 a look of helplessness and surprise.

He didn't expect that Ron would directly tell him about finding the notes in the book - to be honest, if it were twins, the two guys would just tacitly pretend that nothing happened.

Those spells and textbooks were carefully selected, deleted, edited, and left to Ron, but self-study and teaching were two different concepts - the latter was a more serious matter in theory. Although he didn't care, the Ministry of Magic couldn't find it. He settles the score, but it would be too...

Moreover, self-learning those simple things can be regarded as a test for William. If Ron cannot even master entry-level black magic, it would really go against his judgment.

"Hmm...show me how to cast a spell."

William shook his finger, cast the Iron Armor Charm on himself, and asked Ron to start the demonstration.

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

'No, it shouldn't be. The former should be more difficult than the latter, why...'

The talent in curses was a little better than William imagined, but the black magic was so bad that he couldn't bear to look at it.

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William looked at Ron, confused - what's going on?

"How long did it take you to learn them?"

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

Ron was unsure about this and answered cautiously - he was afraid that he would be judged as having no talent.

'It shouldn't be... It makes no sense... Gryffindor is not Hufflepuff. He has hated dark magic in the academy atmosphere since the first year...'

'Wait…'

Something suddenly occurred to him.

"Wand - what's your wand?"

"Wand?"

Ron was a little confused, but he answered honestly, "Fourteen inches long, willow wood, and the core of the staff is, um, unicorn tail hair."

Although wizards would not reveal their wand-related knowledge before the duel, Ron still remembered the data of his wand clearly.

I knew it…

William looked at Ron's wand, then took out his own and understood everything in an instant - unicorn tail hair was the most unsuitable for releasing dark magic among all wand cores. He even modified several of them for this reason. Use the spell you are best at to make it easier to cast.

But even though it is not so suitable for black magic, his wand is still working hard to cooperate with him in casting spells. Although it has no bonus on black magic, it does its best to show its power on other spells - this is the so-called wizard. and the mutual fulfillment of wands.

"The problem is a bit serious." William glanced at his wand and put it back in place. "You are still unable to communicate with it properly in your current state. Even an adult wizard needs to have a certain degree of confidence in his own strength. Learn to adapt the wand to them - as it stands, you can't learn the Dark Arts with a wand."

"The Unicorn Wand... I guess you had a negative impression of black magic before."

Ron was silent for a moment and said in a frustrated tone, "Yes, Professor."

A black magic genius who cannot use black magic - this is simply a joke played on him by fate.

But William started thinking over there. Although Ron couldn't communicate with the wand now and basically couldn't use it to get started with black magic, he didn't just have methods to learn with the wand...

"So, the problem we have now has become simpler."

William looked at Ron and laughed, "First of all, you must make your wand like you more in the next time..."

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Ron looked at William - making the wand more like it?

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

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

Although William himself has not used such skills, he still knows the relevant things very well - this is a master's biography, and he, probably because of the Horcrux and his own talent and strength, directly skipped this. step.

"As for the learning of your curse, I think we should explain it from another aspect."

As William spoke, he took out a few straw dolls from his pocket and placed them on the table. "Witch dolls are the product of curses - they can occasionally be used to release black magic. When you are in seventh grade, Until we can communicate with the wand, we will learn through it temporarily."

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'First the black magic that cannot be released, and then the knitted doll...'

Ron looked at the less than twenty pages of information and five sheets of parchment he had received, and felt like he was really in a confinement.

Because the matter was so outrageous, he couldn't accept it at all.

To be honest - the senior students are saying that Professor William has a very handsome wandless spell-casting technique, and will teach it to outstanding students from time to time, but what about him?

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

The even more outrageous thing is that - 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 spellcasting every day before going to bed, which is the Iron Armor Curse. It takes about half an hour to cast...

"Confinement is nothing more than that..."

Thinking about having to bear the Iron Armor Curse for half an hour every night, and having to disband and recast the spell every minute, he felt sad from the bottom of his heart - he wouldn't be given any unpleasant nicknames, would he?

He was a little resistant to this, but he 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 demonstrated a lot by his three brothers. .

"Let's give it a try...weave voodoo dolls...according to the professor, I will have to learn this alone for more than half a month..."

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

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"Ron has become obsessed with knitting dolls recently?"

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

"Are you serious? Ron is in his dormitory right now, starting to knit straw dolls as soon as get out of class is over?"

Fred and George looked at the student who tipped off the news with surprised expressions on their faces.

What's happening here? New stress relief routine?

Has it become popular among fifth graders to use this to relieve the stress of their OWLs year? They just spent a little time studying the possibility of the principal retiring, and were they abandoned by the tide of the times?

"You can make the topic more specific - it's not a riddle with a special meaning, right?"

Fred asked with a bit of confusion in his eyes as he looked at the classmate who had been deducted many points together over the years.

"There is no other metaphor. In addition to his appointments, classes and team training, he will go back to the dormitory and try to knit various straw dolls..."

"Is it for girls?"

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

"Probably not..." The one who broke the news was a little unsure, "Although there are many styles, but...those dolls are really, really ugly..."

"That's strange... He wasn't bullied for any reason, right?"

The twins were confused—could they be bullied into doing such stupid things? Although it is true that the two of them often bully Ron, if others bully Ron like this, they must warn each other.

But as soon as the words came out, the twins found that the others looked at them very strangely, as if it was not Ron who suddenly became stupid, but the two of them.

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The two were stunned for a moment, and then they realized what their problem was - Ron was now a prefect.

The other houses may have their own secrets, but Gryffindor is different. Gryffindor only has prefects who bully others - at least that's what they think, who have been caught by prefects many times per person.

"No matter, he has completely betrayed the free spirit of Gryffindor. If he likes to make things up, let him make it up..." The two of them became more and more angry when they thought about Ron. The existence of a prefect is inherently different from them. deal with. "

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

The whistleblower struck again.

"It's so stupid to put him in solitary confinement... He must have made the professor so angry!"

The twins came to a firm conclusion - not to mention that they had forgotten about it. God knows how guilty they were when they were informed that they were going to be detained that day! It took me half an hour to think about what had suddenly come to light!

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

“How could you not know—what’s wrong?”

"I'm making dolls."

The school is like this. A little bit of gossip spreads all over the street - especially the gossip of the prefects of each college. Once it appears, it will immediately become popular.

"That's the prefect!"

"What's wrong with the prefect - but making up dolls, is he planning to sell those dolls as good luck charms?"

During the OWLs years, there would often be some random merchandise for sale in Hogwarts. Some shameless seniors would sell their goods at high prices using titles such as "brain-boosting" and "lucky".

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

But Ron himself is a prefect - the position of prefect is a good guarantee.

"Maybe it really works?"

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

"Ah... then..."

Similar conversations were circulating among many students, but Ron was obsessed with knitting voodoo dolls and had no time to perform his prefect's tasks.

'This seems to be barely enough...'

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

That is, I am not good at craftsmanship, but after making a few, I completely understand how to do it.

It was as if he had memorized the move list completely, and had a rough idea of ​​what success would look like, but he just couldn't press it - but magic still pushed him to be more perfect every time, toward success. Keep getting closer.

This kind of progress that can be seen with the naked eye is as if there is a progress bar all of a sudden. Each voodoo doll weaving makes him feel closer to success - this is something he rarely encounters in other courses. experience.

Moreover, the learning progress was much faster than Professor William expected. After only about ten days, he felt that he could weave a successful voodoo doll that could be used.

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

'It's so...so amazing...Is this the only way? ’

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

'We still have to go on a date...'

Ron suddenly wanted to go on a date, but he quickly dismissed the terrible thought from his mind - how could this be possible?

'Pack up and go right away...'

"Dong dong dong!"

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

"Are you all here?"

Hermione's voice came. She stood at the door, glanced inside the room, and then said with a little happiness, "It's great that the others are not here - the prefects asked me to talk about those straw babies... This is really It’s…”

She was just about to step through the door when she saw Harry and Ron look at each other, then both raised their heads, "Hermione, wait a minute!"

Before Hermione could answer, the door was suddenly closed under the influence of the wand.

"Hurry up!"

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

The two looked at each other and silently cursed the school's rules - why can girls visit boys' dormitories at will?