People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 280 The Magical Summoning Spell
"Is there any other way to practice Occlumency?"

That was the answer Harry was still searching for.

Occlumency itself was developed to resist Lexicon.

Disguising one's true self and shutting off one's emotions are just characteristics that wizards develop in order to hide secrets after the shield of Occlumency is unable to resist the spear of Lexicon.

Harry, who needs derivative properties to counter the witch's charm, cannot obtain it because there is a shield that is more useful than the brain block technique.

As the great White Magic Fairy, he couldn't even master a little magic, which made him very depressed and worried.

after class.

"Harry, are you okay?" Draco naturally took his arm.

"It's okay to answer the questions wrong. You have only been in the magical world for a short time, and you are already very good." Ron also came over.

Then came Harley, Klab and Gale.

Harry found himself increasingly unable to control himself in the face of them.

Maybe one day, at some moment, he would drag Delako or Ron into an empty classroom.

And because this attraction is two-way, Draco and Ron will not refuse.

The final result is predictable.

He didn't want this to happen in front of wizards all over the world.

He has tried many efforts in this regard.

For example, let Lily, the spirit of the magic fairy weapon, use soul reading on him.

The result was that he only mastered a strange multiplication mode. The progress of the liberation of the Magic Fairy Weapon did not change, but the power of the Magic Fairy Weapon doubled.

And the education they have received recently is not much worth studying in depth.

Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts all just teach some spells, as well as spell card models for the most important spells.

There is almost no expanded content that should be accepted normally, such as the background of the spell's invention, the creator, the meaning of the spell, etc.

History of Magic, Potions, Astronomy, Divination, and Muggle Studies are the same as those in their world.

These five courses are taken individually by wizards. Wizards start from the beginning of the first grade content, and in order to speed up the learning progress, the learning process is very jumpy, and many parts require time to be self-studied.

If Harry and the others had not learned it before, they might have to stay in the library of the wizard's common room all day like Neville is doing now.

As for the remaining Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures classes, they have not officially started classes yet.

According to the information Harry gathered from Draco and the others, as well as Krum, these two courses were said to cost a lot of Galleons and were very important.

So, even though Harry's body was stiff and he almost collapsed in the arms of Ron and Draco, he still walked out of the castle with determination.

("Is this something children can watch?" Mrs. Weasley blushed and stood up instantly.)
(The 'children' became more attentive.)
The area outside the Hogwarts Castle in this world has always been a restricted area for wizards.

There is no cover of secret corridors here, which will make them exposed to the witches' sight. Then, surrounded by the witches, they will lose the will to resist, and only white mucus will be left in their heads. Finally, they will be drained and sent to the school hospital.

And now, such a scene is happening by the Black Lake.

The sky was clear and light grey today, and the grass was soft and damp underfoot.

But no one cared about the weather.

The three wizards were stripped naked and exposed to the sun. Although their important parts were not exposed, it was worse than being exposed.

The graceful bodies of witches were pressed on it, and waves of water sounds and silver voices were heard.

(Professor McGonagall's face turned red and she was shaking with anger, "How could such a thing happen in broad daylight! Don't the professors at Hogwarts care?")
(Professor Sprague consoled them, “You should be thankful that this screen has a mosaic function. The children’s eyes will not be polluted.”)
Neville quickly hid in the crowd.

He began to appreciate the protection given to him by the witches of his grade, otherwise he would have become one of them.

Krum and Cedric hurriedly followed.

Harry squeezed Draco and Ron's hands.

Before this, he had always heard about various romantic affairs between witches and wizards.

But the worst he had seen was that Neville's clothes were torn into rags and his body was covered with kiss marks.

It was not until today that he saw all this so directly.

Witches began to walk out of the castle one by one. They were like wild beasts, with their clothes flying in the air, and they rushed towards the three poor wizards one by one.

It was the first time that he felt lucky that he, who was marked by Draco and Ron, would not suffer such a fate.

"Let's go." Harry's voice was dry and trembling. "Go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The Care of Magical Creatures class is about to start."

He needed to see Hagrid now.

This half-giant who led him into the magical world has a unique place in his heart.

Even though he knew that the Hagrids of the two worlds were not one.

But as soon as I see him, all the fear, curiosity, yearning and the turbidity in my head will be occupied by this honest half-giant.

Just get close.

Hearing Harry's words, Ron and Draco blushed and "inadvertently" bumped into Harry as they walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

Finally, Harley joined in.

(Ginny's head began to throb again, and she began to force herself to look at the other screens.)
Fleur was walking on soft grass as she and the other witches walked down the slope to the edge of the Forbidden Forest for their first Care of Magical Creatures class.

Unlike other warriors, she didn't care too much about what happened at the Black Lake.

She was immersed in a sense of déjà vu.

She didn't stay at Hogwarts for long.

However, the carriage parked at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and Gabrielle in the small room in the carriage had become her greatest hope in a foreign land.

And today, she seemed to have returned to the time before she became a warrior. After killing time in the library, she walked towards the carriage, her family in England - her favorite sister.

The closer I got, the more inexplicable joy welled up in my heart.

Until she reached the cabin, she looked around but could not find any trace of the carriage.

(Madame Maxime's eyes were red, "She is looking for a carriage. She misses home.")
(The same is true for Gabrielle and all the Beauxbatons students.)
Then she could only look at Rubeus Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures professor.

He was waiting for his pupil at the door of the cottage, in his moleskin coat, with the hound, Fang, at his feet, and seemed anxious to start.

Fleur was no stranger to Hagrid.

He is Madame Maxime's suitor, the Pegasus who takes care of the carriage and is a wizard who has the blood of giants like Madame Maxime.

It should still be the case in this world—judging from his size.

But at the same time, he has another identity - an adult wizard.

The temptation of adult wizards to witches also increases with age.

So, even though Professor Flitwick was short in stature, Fleur noticed some of her fellow witches looking at him obscenely during class.

But now, she noticed one thing - no one looked at Hagrid with the eyes they looked at a wizard.

Is it because of the giant bloodline?

Or is it that the Hagrid in this world is actually a subordinate of the demon man? He taught him the magic to reduce his sexual appeal?
This was not impossible, Voldemort was Hagrid's classmate, and they knew each other, something she also learned after she became a warrior.

After experiencing the incident in the previous world where Cedric was the Dark Fairy, Furong dared to think of any possibility.

"Isn't he a wizard too? And how old are you?" Furong walked to Simmo's side and imitated the tone of those dirty witches.

In this world, Simmons is a witch who particularly likes older wizards.

She had publicly demonstrated that if she had not been underage and her mother had not allowed it, she would have lined up at the 'Hunger Platform' to play with the Magic Man and other older male wizard criminals.

Therefore, it would be most appropriate to ask Simmo what she thought of Hagrid.

"Him?" Simer looked at Hagrid's beard and crotch. "I don't know why, but I don't feel anything towards her. It's just like facing witches and underage wizards like Neville."

"Really?" Fleur took Hagrid's lack of masculine charm to heart.

Maybe Hagrid is the breakthrough point of the mission.

While she was thinking this, all the students had arrived.

Harry was still surrounded by Ron and others.

Krum, Cedric and Neville also hid in the wall of people surrounding the witch siege.

"Come on, hurry up!" Hagrid shouted as the students approached.

"We have something delicious to treat you today! We're about to start a wonderful lesson! Is everyone here? Okay, follow me!"

("Oh? In the Forbidden Forest?" Ron quipped, trying to distract himself.)
(Everything that happened by the Black Lake had a strong impact on him, especially with Lavender clinging to him.)
(But on the other hand, his mother, who still stayed in Hogwarts and even stayed beside him, became the biggest obstacle.)
(He couldn't just drag Hermione out of the hall like Basil did, not knowing where to go.)
(I can only strengthen my spirit and push Lavender away a little.)
Contrary to what Ron had guessed, Hagrid did not lead the students into the woods.

(Ron was very disappointed. If he saw those giant eight-eyed spiders, he was sure that he would wake up instantly, unlike now when his mind was filled with fog.)
He merely led the way along the edge of the woods, and five minutes later they were outside a sort of paddock.

There is nothing there.

"Everybody get over here to this fence!" he cried. "That's it—stand where you can be seen."

"Before the surprise begins, I'm going to teach the new students among you a spell."

"Old students." Hagrid looked at the students, "It's you, Harry, you come and show it."

"I'm not a Charms professor. Direct demonstrations are easier to understand than dry language."

Harry asked, but still walked in front of the group with a blushing face.

"Just use that magic," said Hagrid. "Pick one at random. Well, don't be too random to open the eyes of the new students."

"Yes." Harley nodded and stretched out her right hand. "Mooncalf."

A light gray shadow seemed to fly out from the wide sleeves, fell to the ground and rolled into a ball. Then a strange creature with round, bulging eyes on the top of its head, smooth gray skin, four thin legs, and four flat big feet appeared.

(Hagrid stood up, his black beetle-like eyes widened, "What kind of magic is this!")
(He couldn't help but be surprised. It was amazing that he could summon magical animals at will. If he could, he wouldn't have to send Norbeta to the dragon farm with Charlie.)
"Not a bad choice, Moonbeast." Hagrid nodded, "It's cute and economical."

"If their feces can be collected before sunrise, it can make the magical plants grow fast and strong."

"They also have an interesting habit - in the moonlight they stand on their hind legs and do a very complicated dance."

"The crop circles that Muggles believe are drawn by aliens and UFOs are the product of this habit."

Having said this, he winked at Harry and the other two.

(Hermione, who was panting and sorting out her clothes, began to comment on Hagrid's performance in order to ignore the muddy feeling. "He did his homework and learned about the backgrounds of Harry and the other three in advance - they are Muggle-born wizards in this world.")
(“I even learned about crop circles and aliens. That’s amazing.”)
(Bajir coughed and raised the item in his hand to show, "Before you comment, don't forget that you still have a pair of black stockings to wear.")
"I think you three already have a rough idea of ​​what kind of magic I'm going to teach you."

Harry nodded. "Magic that summons magical creatures out of thin air."

It's not like he hadn't thought about the possibility that this was an illusion, a projection that deceived the vision, or perhaps a tangible life form condensed from energy.

But Hagrid's words, "It's cute and economical. If their feces can be collected before sunrise, it can make magical plants grow fast and strong," show that this moon beast is a real life.

"Your answer is correct," Hagrid laughed. "But it's not summoned out of thin air. It has existed in our body from the beginning. To be precise, Harry just made the projection of this little guy appear in the real world."

"Today I will be teaching you the Summoning Charm. It is the foundation of Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology."

"Summoning spell?" Harry and the other two frowned.

(The same is true for most wizarding audiences.)
(The Summoning Spell is not an unpopular spell. Wizards in every country have learned and mastered it.)
(Its spell is Accio, which can make a distant target fly towards itself.)
(When reciting the summoning spell, you can also say the name of the object you want to summon, such as "×× flies over", or you can avoid using the name and directly say "all fly over".)
(Even if the summoning spell in this world was carded, it wouldn't be like this.)
(In fact, many wizards have turned summoning spells into cards.)
Hagrid thought Harry and the others didn't understand him, so he patiently explained, "The principle of the Summoning Spell is to turn magical creatures into spell cards. Then you can carry the magical creatures with you, create projections of them, or summon them directly into reality."

"The most important test is the intimacy between you and the magical creature. You must be compatible with it mentally, so that the summoning spell will work and the spell card it transforms into will stay in your body safely."

"So this kind of spell card is also called a summoning card."

(End of this chapter)