From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 120: Defense Against the Dark Arts at the Edge of the Forbidden Forest

"By the way, Professor McGonagall," Ivy said, "my next class is the seventh grade advanced class. We will practice some spells with loud noises at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the same spell that lured you here last time."

"Oh, I've heard from the students," Professor McGonagall collected the students' homework written on parchment, tucked it on the table to sort it out, and sealed the test papers that the professors had handed to her before with magic, "I heard that you were going to let them use that spell as a universal solution for NEWT exams? Smart idea...but...wouldn't it be a little too powerful?"

"After all, they have to face dark magical creatures and dark wizards. As long as they don't hurt themselves, I don't think it's a big deal." Ivy stood up from the armchair, greeted his colleagues, and prepared to leave the staff lounge to go to the class.

"Again, remember to clean up your practice area. There's nothing else to pay attention to." Professor McGonagall also walked out from behind her desk and joined her colleagues in the tea break. Professor Sprout provided exquisite meringue as a accompaniment to the ice cream, and Professor Flitwick waved his wand to create a gust of cold wind, which lowered the temperature in the staff lounge a little bit.

"Great." Ivy reached out to open the door, only to find a red-haired student standing outside. He was raising one hand awkwardly, probably about to knock on the door. "Mr. Weasley? What can I do for you?"

"Professor Victor?" Percy was startled. He didn't expect that this serious-looking professor would open the door for him. "Uh... I'm here to see Professor McGonagall."

Ivy moved aside and Percy walked in. Although he was appointed as the prefect, he still felt a little uncomfortable facing so many professors at the same time.

"You're five minutes early, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall glanced at him, waved her wand and pulled a chair for him, "Sit down first, or would you like some ice cream?"

"Oh! No thanks!" Percy quickly refused, "But the employment consultation..."

"Just wait until I finish enjoying this meringue ice cream, just for a moment." Professor McGonagall did not give him a chance to refuse, picked up the plate and took a big bite.

Employment consultation? Ivy didn't know that Hogwarts had such a service. What could a master of the dark arts like him do after graduation? Go to Azkaban for further studies? Ivy shook his head and left the staff lounge.

A group of seventh grade students had gathered in the open space next to the Forbidden Forest. They were exchanging views on Defense Against the Dark Arts while waiting excitedly. It seemed that no matter what grade the students were in, they had no resistance to powerful spells, even in the sweaty summer heat.

"It's Professor Victor! He's here!" The students saw Ivy from a distance and became increasingly agitated as he approached.

"It's hard for you to wait for me for so long in the sun, gentlemen and ladies." Ivy took a quick glance and confirmed that these were all the students in the seventh-year advanced class of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"We're not hot at all!" Ivy's suspicious eyes lingered on the sweat running down their hair for a moment.

"It's cloudy!" Ivy took out his wand, pointed at the sun in the sky and said. A dark cloud spewed out from his wand and rose high into the sky in a blink of an eye, covering a large area of the sun.

Below the clouds was the lawn where classes were held, and the students were cheering for the sudden appearance of dark clouds.

"Weather spell!" a Ravenclaw student shouted, looking at Ivy's wand with admiration. "It's amazing! If I could do this so easily, my mother would drown me with kisses!"

This metaphor was so vivid that the classmates quickly shifted their attention from the dark cloud to his mother: "Do you still want to listen to your mother singing a lullaby to you when you go to sleep?"

The one who jeered was a seventh-year Slytherin, who even used his hands to make a pose as if he was holding a baby and shook them exaggeratedly.

Before an argument broke out, Ivy spoke up to stop them: "I didn't summon the dark clouds to give you the energy to quarrel. Everyone is here, now say 'sorry' and then we will start the class."

Based on the deterrence that Ivy showed in class, the Slytherin student quickly apologized, and the class officially began.

"Does anyone remember the spell we're going to learn today?" Ivy asked after summoning some training dummies. Someone raised his hand, the Slytherin who apologized earlier: "Pyroblast!"

"Very standard." Ivy nodded. "It seems you have practiced a lot in private."

"You're right, Professor." The Slytherin student's face was full of confusion, "But I have never succeeded once, not even a spark came out of my wand. I also consulted the elders at home, and they all said that this can't be a spell."

"Huh." Ivy snorted and smiled. "Yes, that's because this spell has a unique operating logic."

"Confringo!" Ivy chanted again, and a flash of light from his wand left a huge crater in the grass, with the wooden training dummy completely gone.

"Who can tell me the difference between the Explosion Spell and the Pyroblast?" Ivy asked again, and then randomly selected someone to answer the question.

"Uh..." The Hufflepuff student who was called hesitated and answered unconfidently: "The Explosive Spell is in Latin, and Pyroblast is in English?"

"Right!" Ivy clapped his hands as encouragement.

"The spells used by modern wizards basically come from the Book of Spells written by Miranda Goshawk. The Standard Spells series of textbooks that you use in the Charms class is part of the Book of Spells. This book is also in the restricted area of Hogwarts, and it records the spells invented by students over the years." Ivy explained.

Many students showed a look of regret on their faces, as if they were regretting that they had not seen the book before they were about to graduate.

"The definition of magic in the Book of Spells is very simple: correct Latin pronunciation, correct wand movements, and correct faith." Ivy continued, "This is your first lesson in learning spells."

"But Pyroblast is different. It uses another set of spell models. This spell cannot be released just by chanting incantations and waving a wand." Pyroblast was the idea that came to Ivy after he used the Scholar's Touch to read through the Book of Spells in 6 seconds. This was an attempt to combine DND spells with wizards' spells.

Because in the DND world, warlocks who are spontaneous spellcasters can also master spells that do not exist in their bloodline through hard study. This is very similar to the way wizards cast spells, so Ivy tried to apply the DND spell model and component system to wizard spells, and combined the two native spells "Thunder Explosion" and "Flame", which created this seemingly plausible Pyroblast.

"If you want to learn Pyroblast, you must remember its spell model and let the magic power complete the spell model under the guidance of the magic wand before you can release it." Ivy waved the magic wand, and golden light particles outlined a pattern in the air, with complex annotations next to it.

"So the spell isn't necessary?" a clever fellow immediately spotted the blind spot.

"To be precise, among the spell components that make up Pyroblast, the spell can be omitted first." Ivy nodded, "As long as you can successfully release it once, I believe you will be able to omit the spell soon. If you have to face the practical part of the NEWT exam, the silent spell will undoubtedly allow the examiner to give you extra points."

"Great!" The students cheered, and more of them took out notebooks from their backpacks and tried to record the blackboard notes that Ivy left in the air with light particles.

But after copying a few lines, the students found something wrong: "Why is what I copied different from what you wrote, professor?"

Of course, copying a scroll requires a feat.

"You can't bring your notebook with you to the exam room, right? That's why I held this class outdoors." Ivy spread his hands and chose a statement that students could easily accept. "You have to use your brain to remember it. A quill can't help you."

(End of this chapter)