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

"Yes," Moody laughed, "It is also the biggest source of clumsiness and incoordination with magic."

"Twelve inches, rowan wood, unicorn tail hair."

“It’s not that it’s not excellent.”

"However, wands made from unicorn hair are extremely loyal and usually remain most closely tied to their first owner."

"And its owner is still alive and has not handed it over to you personally."

"So, it is still loyal to your father."

Ron nodded, "I have used Charlie's wand, which was also made of unicorn tail hair, but my performance in first and second years was mediocre. Neville, you really should change your wand."

Neville lowered his head and seemed to be mumbling something like 'my grandma' under his breath.

'Moody' hastily added, "I will write to Augusta. I cannot harm Frank's son because of my useless persistence."

Neville returned to his seat and the lesson continued.

Next, 'Moody' did not demonstrate the Killing Curse as originally planned.

Instead, it talked about its history.

"'Avada Kedavra' is an ancient Aramaic spell. It is unknown when and by whom it was created."

"In fact, it is more appropriate to call it the Killing Curse, but in order to cover up its casting conditions and its significant killing effect, there is no breaking spell, so everyone prefers to call it the Death Curse."

"It is worth mentioning that the Ministry of Magic only listed the Killing Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse as the 'Three Unforgivable Curses' in 1717."

“So earlier on, it was actually legal.”

During the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes and recording the three unforgivable curses.

The classroom was quiet and no one spoke until the bell rang. But when Moody announced the end of get out of class, as soon as the students left the classroom, all kinds of discussions suddenly surged up like a flood.

Most of his classmates spoke of Bagel's feats in class with awe.

"He's so cool, that's Mad-Eye Moody, and he just dangles him upside down in the air."

Ron, on the other hand, looked gloomy and said with emotion: "Like Neville, I am a genius who is hindered by my old wand. It has been a year since I got a new wand. When will my talent wake up from its slumber?"

Both Hermione and Harry ignored him.

Hermione was still in shock, and she clung to Basil. "Fortunately, Professor Moody didn't take it too seriously. It would have been bad if you had been sent back to Castrobisher."

Harry had been frowning since the start of class.

Even when Moody invited Neville to his office for tea in front of them, he didn't care.

Ron finally noticed that something was wrong with Harry.

"Harry, why are you going upstairs? It's lunch time, you should eat. What's wrong with you?"

Harry quickly changed direction, "I always feel that what Professor Moody drank is a little bit wrong, just like... just like... Polyjuice Potion!"

Basil glanced at Harry in surprise.

Polyjuice Potion is a nearly perfect potion. After it is added to a wizard's body tissue, the taste and smell change so much that even the most skilled potion master cannot tell the difference unless observing closely.

Harry had just watched closely, and he had also drunk Polyjuice Potion once, but he had -

But it is also true that under the negative influence of Snape and Ron, Harry was able to learn E (good) in Potions in OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Levels).

Unlike Basil pondering Harry's talent for Potions and Ron recalling what Polyjuice Potion was, Hermione shook her head decisively.

She pointed out tartly that the liquid coming out of the bottle had a distinct smell of alcohol.

However, alcohol cannot be added to the polyjuice decoction. The book says that its reaction is very delicate, so if any of the materials, time, or stirring method is wrong the recipe will fail, let alone adding alcohol.

"Hermione, your thinking is too rigid." Basil sighed.

Hermione's personal characteristics when she was rigid in thinking and bookish can still be seen in the movie version.

"If you want to add wine without affecting the efficacy of the medicine, just add the wine before the African tree snake skin turns the medicine blue, and at the same time add one-fourteenth of the volume of the wine with the powder of the sacred horn."

"What is written in the potion textbooks are all common operations. Every potion master has a more personal approach and his or her favorite special herbs."

"For example, Democris Belby, the inventor of the wolfsbane potion, preferred to use a combination of swan feathers and cloves rather than beetle powder to soften mineral toxins."

"This kind of operation is very common in Castellobushe. When we learn potions, we are not just told the ingredients and the key points of the movements."

"We will also break down each step and tell students why they should do it, what the use is, and how else they can do it."

"So don't be surprised if you get butterbeer-flavored potions in Castellon."

"Is it possible?" Hermione was very surprised. "I have long known that the students of Castrobush are particularly good at brewing potions. It turns out that this is how the gap is widened."

"No wonder Libasho Pollach can write such great works as Advanced Magic Potion Making, Asian Anti-Poison Encyclopedia, and Have Yourself a Carnival in a Bottle!"

Basil reminded, "Don't forget where Democris Belby comes from—Ravenclaw."

"It's not because their grades are not good, it's because they spend more energy on research."

“Study the field you love and pursue the principles.”

“Instead of taking the test.”

Hermione recalled the nickname 'Know-it-all'.

Every student in her grade had called her a know-it-all at least once, even Snape had mocked her like that.

From then until now, she believed that it was jealousy caused by her own excellence.

And just now, she realized for the first time that this might not have anything to do with jealousy.

It was simply a satire on her for only being a good student who tried to excel in every subject.

After getting full marks in a course, just give it a try.

"Am I really going in the wrong direction?" Hermione murmured.

Baqir held her hand and said, "Not really. You got 100 points in every subject, which is also your talent."

"Your problem is that you learn too much and don't have time to digest it and make it your own. This leads to rigid thinking."

"If you just want to graduate with excellent grades, find a good job, and be a simple magic user, then that's fine."

"But if you want to make progress in magic and delve deeper into it, you need to pursue something beyond the pages of the scroll."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 235: Snape the Intuitive

"So, what I need to do now is no longer to learn new knowledge?"

"But review the old ones and study them in depth?"

Hermione muttered to herself.

She was so convinced not only because she liked Basil.

Moreover, he has a power that makes people believe in him.

He exudes an indescribable sense of relaxation all the time, as if nothing can stump him and there is nothing he cannot achieve.

Bajir looked the girl in front of him straight in the eyes, "Your knowledge is broad enough for your depth."

“You need to find what you do best and expand on it.”

"Like a fire spell."

Ron continued, "Hermione is very good at creating magical fire. In the winter, she always creates a bright blue flame to keep us warm."

“The best part is that you can carry it with you in a jam jar.”

"Does it have a name?" Bagir asked with interest, pretending not to know.

Hermione shook her head. "I just wanted it to be warm, easy to carry, and most importantly, nice to look at. It just appeared out of nowhere."

"It's simple, isn't it? As long as you know enough spells, find the corresponding properties, and put them together like building blocks."

"To add properties of other spells to one spell, just try it more often"

"But it affected my studies a bit and it was a waste of time. After I realized this, I stopped doing it."

"No name yet." Hermione said, her cheeks flushed.

Ron: I wish I could be so obsessed with stuff.

"Oh, what's its spell?" Baqir asked with interest.

In his world, this magic was discovered by Hermione from a book she read to kill time, but in this world, it was actually the product of Hermione's "improper" behavior.

"There's no spell," Hermione said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "I just think about it and it happens, just like this -"

He extended his wand and a blue forget-me-not-like flame gushed out.

“Is naming important?”

"You should give it a name," Bajir waved, and the flame flew into his hand. His eyes unconsciously flashed 0 and 1, "Only in this way can it be stable and can be studied by others, and you can further add additional properties."

Bagir has discovered the shortcomings that [Lightning Whirl] brought to him, and while his rationality has increased, he has also gained a strong desire to pry into other people's private lives.

He began to eagerly desire to use the [Eyes of the Cave] to analyze all unknown things.

However, for him who has complete control over himself, he can control it, but he doesn't think it is necessary.

"You can look through the Rune Dictionary. In addition to helping wizards understand and translate runes, it can also help young wizards compile more powerful spells."

"Or you could try to learn some other lesser-known languages, or Old English."

"Modern English is widely circulated. Unless it is used for universal life magic, it is too demanding for wizards to use it for your kind of solitary and personal magic."

"."

"It can be done this way." Hermione had already taken out her notebook, and a rustling sound suddenly occurred in the corner of the corridor.

Ron and Harry felt as if they were listening to a foreign language and were confused.

Especially Harry, his mind was not on this at all.

From ancient times to the present, wizards have created innumerable spells, and it is impossible to learn them all. What you can think of must have been thought of by others. It is too troublesome to create your own magic or spells.

Isn't the important thing now that Mad-Eye Moody is fake?

"Can I say something? If there really is a possibility that Polyjuice Potion is in that bottle, will Moody -"

Hermione, who was pulled out of the ocean of knowledge, said unhappily, "Do you think Dumbledore would mistake his old friend?"

Ron also echoed, "Look at how crazy he was in class today. It's impossible to imitate him."

Harry was still a little unconvinced, "Maybe it's because he's crazy that he's easy to imitate."

"Dumbledore knew the normal Moody, and the Death Eaters were a bunch of lunatics."

Neither Hermione nor Ron took Harry's words to heart.

How could Mad-Eye Moody, the senior Auror who captured half of the prisoners in Azkaban, be replaced?

It was better to believe that Lockhart was the real deal than that Moody was a fake.

Even if Moody is really fake, it could be Dumbledore's plan.

The real Moody might have been assigned to do something covert, and it might be related to the fight against Voldemort.

So, for the next period of time, whenever Harry brought up this matter, the two of them would change the subject.

Ginny was the only one willing to listen to her boyfriend, nodding in agreement from time to time.

As for Bagir, he was loved by almost all the professors during this time.

Professor McGonagall commented that his Transfiguration was exquisite and profound. It looked ordinary but was actually thought-provoking and had many unique features.

If written into a paper, it would be good enough to be published in "Transfiguration Today" (the most authoritative academic journal focusing on the latest developments in the field of Transfiguration).

Professor Flitwick screamed with excitement and fell to the ground from a pile of books, just because he cast a silent and wandless happy spell that lingered throughout the classroom.

Professor Sprout forgot to call for the start of class because he saw the jumping bulb staying obediently in his hands without moving.

Professor Trelawney of the Divination class no longer had an erratic voice, and for the first time ever, she took off the glittering ornaments on her body.

Those disgusting blast-tailed skrewts raised by Hagrid were extremely obedient in Bagel's hands. They were picky eaters and were willing to eat almost anything Bagel fed them, and would actively suppress the urge to emit sparks from their butts.

Even Hagrid was shocked at how docile these monsters were. They smelled like rotten fish and had grayish, slimy bodies that looked like deformed, shelled lobsters.

Not surprisingly, Basil's charm had an impact on Snape.