A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Learning the Patronus Charm takes a considerable amount of time, so I've put it and several other more difficult spells later. If you don't even know these simple spells, then there's no point in talking about anything else.

“I know at least half of it.” Draco raised an eyebrow at Celine with a smug look.

“Perfect, me too,” Sirin retorted, not to be outdone.

Is it something to be proud of?

I had almost learned it all by the time I was in first grade.

The two looked at each other, not so confident as to compare themselves to Aaron.

Aaron waved his wand, and all the tables and chairs in the classroom moved backward.

The desks and chairs were pressed tightly against the walls, leaving the front half of the professor's room empty.

"It's not enough to just know how to use these spells; you need to master them."

Now, each of you come forward and demonstrate the spells you know, starting with the simplest Disarm Charm.

“I’ll go first.” Draco volunteered, then a look of confusion flashed in his eyes. “Wait, you’re not going to make us practice casting spells against a wall, are you?”

"of course not."

"That's good. Professor Snape wouldn't be happy if the classroom were torn down."

"Don't worry about that, I know the repair spell too."

"I can do that too, but repairing a room is much more difficult than repairing tables, chairs, and teacups."

“Our senior’s abilities are beyond our reach,” Xilin interjected.

"That's right. As long as you don't turn the room to dust, I can fix it. Besides, you're just practicing these simple spells. Your level of magic isn't high enough to do that."

However, it's best to tone it down; making too much of a commotion wouldn't be good.

"Then how do we practice?" Draco asked, puzzled.

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers, and a stone statue, almost the size of an adult, rose from the ground, holding a long stone sword in its hand.

"Alright, please begin your performance."

"Abolish your weapon!" Draco roared after a long pause, and the longsword in the statue's hand fell to the ground.

"How about it?"

"It's alright, barely passable!"

Draco: ......

Chapter 459 Draco's Frustration, Unexpected Exposure

"Passable? Barely passable?" Draco was so angry he laughed, and said indignantly, "Isn't that evaluation a bit too perfunctory? I succeeded!"

“Yes, senior.” Sirin was also a little puzzled. “I don’t see what Malfoy did wrong.”

“It took too long,” Aaron said calmly. “If it were a regular exam, I would give him an O (excellent) rating for his disarming spell just now, but in a real battle, those few seconds before he cast the spell would be enough to kill him several times over.”

Draco, unable to refute, weakly said, "Can we do it again?"

“Okay.” Aaron raised his wand slightly, and the stone sword returned to the statue’s hand.

"Expelliarmus."

Draco didn't hesitate this time and decisively recited the spell.

A green light struck the stone statue, and the stone sword fell to the floor again.

"There shouldn't be any problems this time, right?" Draco asked confidently.

"It's definitely a bit better than before, seventy-five points."

"Only seventy-five." Draco frowned deeply. "I'm not satisfied. Give me a reason."

Aaron pointed to the statue, "First of all, your training subject won't move, and secondly, he won't fight back. These two factors reduce the maximum score for this test to eighty points."

Draco felt a little better. "What about the remaining five points?"

"The other five points are for your attitude," Aaron said bluntly. "You were able to use the Disarming Charm in your second year, I don't understand what you have to be so smug about."

Draco was speechless after being rebuked and silently returned to his seat.

Aaron restored the statue to its original position, then winked at Sirin, "Your turn."

Celine stepped forward and carefully drew her wand. "Expelliarmus."

boom!

Perhaps due to excessive tension, the curse grazed the statue's shoulder and flew away. The longsword in its hand did not slip from its grasp; it merely trembled slightly before returning to its original state.

"Obviously, he failed," Aaron said calmly.

"I'm sorry," Sirin said, lowering her head awkwardly. "I've disappointed you, senior."

"Don't say things like that, I don't like hearing them."

Don't underestimate yourself. What you just used was indeed a disarming spell, it's just that your aim was a little off.

"But I didn't hit it after all."

"The Disarming Charm isn't that difficult, but no more than half of the people at Hogwarts can cast it," Aaron said gently, looking at his aggrieved little fangirl. "At least Crabbe and Goyle's Disarming Charms aren't as good as yours."

"That's true. Their disarming spells weren't very good; they were only able to fling their wands away."

"Who wants to compare with those two?" Sirin said irritably. "If we're going to compare, we should compare with the senior."

"You can't beat me," Aaron said, half-laughing and half-crying. "But it's still very good that you're aware of this."

Keep going! You need to practice your disarming spell more.

"Expelliarmus."

"Expelliarmus."

After using the spell twice, she finally got the hang of it and knocked the longsword out of the statue's hand.

"To be able to master the Disarming Charm in such a short time, you truly deserve to be the genius I chose!" Aaron said with satisfaction. This kind of student is the easiest to teach.

“You’re nowhere near as good as me,” Draco chuckled.

"If you can't even beat a fourth grader, then you're really wasting your parents' pure-blooded genes." Aaron shook his head speechlessly, then conjured up another stone statue.

"I'll give you twenty minutes to familiarize yourselves with this spell. After twenty minutes, we'll move on to the next stage of training."

In a two-on-one fight, it's best to be mentally prepared; if you're careless... it will hurt a lot.

Draco and Sirin exchanged a glance, as if they could both see a flame flashing in each other's eyes.

The two of them each occupied a quarter of the classroom, practicing the disarming spell with their backs to each other.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

The sound of stone swords hitting the ground echoed repeatedly, and Aaron continued to repair the training statues for them without pausing for a moment.

Twenty minutes later, Aaron waved his wand, and the two stone statues disappeared.

A vertical line was drawn in the middle of the classroom, separating the two people.

"Informal wizard duels do not require bowing."

The rules are that only disarming spells can be used, and dodging is allowed within a limited area. Once one player's weapon is disarmed, the other player cannot continue attacking.

“I understand,” Sirin said.

Draco nodded seriously, but he was even more nervous.

It's nothing to brag about if a fifth grader beats a fourth grader, but it's a huge loss of face if they lose.

"Ready, go!"

Draco struck first, his green spell aimed directly at Sirin's face.

The next moment, a figure staggered back several steps, and a brown magic wand fell to the ground with it.

“It’s not difficult at all,” Draco said.

"This is the victory in the first round." Aaron said, writing 1-0 on the blackboard, then looked at Sirin, "Do you need a rest?"

"unnecessary."

Aaron raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything more.

After all, he wanted an excellent student, not a fragile pretty face.

If he were to stop training because of such a minor injury that doesn't even qualify as a scrape, then he should question his own judgment.

The second round began quickly, and as expected, Sirin's wand was knocked from her hand.

"Two to zero." Aaron waved his wand, and the score on the blackboard changed.

"Do you need a rest?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"unnecessary."

"Then continue."

......

Sirin scrambled to her feet, exhausted. She had been hit by the disarming spell more than thirty times in just over an hour, and as a girl, she was finding it hard to withstand it.

Draco on the other side wasn't doing much better. He wasn't exactly bruised and battered, but his face was frighteningly dark.

He thought defeating a fourth-grade witch would be a piece of cake, but seeing the nearly five-to-one ratio on the blackboard made him furious.

He was the noble Malfoy, yet he was defeated seven or eight times by a witch of ordinary blood who was a year younger than him. It's laughable.

One or two times can be explained by coincidence, but seven or eight times cannot be explained by coincidence.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Aaron clapped and said, "You did a great job, especially Sirin, who really exceeded my expectations."

Xilin scratched her head sheepishly, "It's all thanks to the senior's excellent teaching."

"That concludes today's training. Next week, we'll practice obstacle spells."