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

First-year Harry was reluctantly pulled away by Neville.

In the corridor, Harry covered his face and whispered to Krum, "Really, I still can't believe he is me. And he fell in love with Fleur. Ginny will be angry if she sees it."

(Ginny nods.)

Krum comforted, "She'll understand."

"When I woke up just now, I found that you and Edward had already woken up. You no longer had the magic fairy weapon on you. Could it be..."

"Yes, my magic fairy weapon is freed." Harry nodded.

"Sure enough. Ahem, what? Release? How did you..." Krum was shocked and a little incoherent, "I can feel myself falling, but I just can't open my eyes. How did you open your eyes and even release yourself?"

"I think." Harry stretched out his index finger and scratched his cheek, "It's because my magic fairy device was transformed by my mother. Mother and son are connected by heart."

"Oh yes," Krum replied immediately, "I almost forgot that."

"I find it difficult to do this. My magic fairy device directly turned into another body. This body even has its own spirit."

"According to Professor Dumbledore, it has been released. It must be difficult for me to take it back and find the words of release."

"By the way, that Edward hasn't been liberated yet."

"Probably not." Harry shook his head. "He was the first fairy to wake up, and I was the second. But judging from Professor Riddle's surprised expression, he should not have been liberated."

"That's good." Krum breathed a sigh of relief. "But he was the first one to wake up. This guy is really talented."

"His magic fairy weapon is not like our contracted heroic spirits, which will actively want to awaken."

"What's worse is that he is a black magic fairy, and he can also learn the means of forced liberation."

“I’m really curious about what’s inside”

Krum looked at the room inside the wall and was stunned for a moment.

"Stop." Harry shook Krum's dazed body. "If you want to become the Golden Snitch forever, go in."

"Fleur is because her spirit is originally in human form."

"There's nothing wrong with being a Golden Snitch." Krum muttered, "Besides, I have two bodies. One body is used to learn the methods of the Black Magic Fairy, and the other body's elven body is turbid and -"

"What the hell! Your body is transformed from a magic fairy weapon! The evil thoughts that enter your body are actually a magic fairy weapon. You'd better stop dreaming." Harry was speechless.

(Unlike Harry and Krum, the forced liberation of the Magic Fairy Device can be seen by other viewers, and there are two camera positions.)

“Most of my courses are interconnected.”

"Injecting evil thoughts into the magic fairy weapon, creating an incarnation of evil, and using it to control the essence of one's own power, sounds difficult, doesn't it?"

"It is indeed difficult to develop such a method from scratch."

"But all we have to do is follow the plans of our predecessors."

"Inject evil thoughts. Do you remember the spell we just learned?"

"What do you mean?" Draco rubbed his hands together.

Riddle nodded. "Its function is to condense negative emotions, create a visual curse, and launch it."

"And what we have to do is to aim the bullets at our magic fairy weapon."

"What's the next step?" many students asked in unison.

They have all pointed their fingers at the Magic Fairy Weapon.

"There is no next step." Riddle shrugged, "All you have to do is keep firing bullets at your magic weapon."

"When the black lines cover the entire Magic Immortal Weapon, it means that the incarnation of evil thoughts has been fully formed."

"There are complicated theories involved, but you don't have to understand them."

"All you have to do is hold it while you sleep. When you wake up, you will find that your magic fairy weapon has been liberated."

("Is it that simple?" Ron was speechless.)

Judging from their expressions, the students in the classroom had similar thoughts to Ron.

But they didn't dwell on it too much.

Because what they have to do is start taking action quickly.

In particular, some of them have not even learned the spell of the black gas bomb.

However, those who have learned it also have their own troubles.

"What should I do?" Draco was speechless as he looked at the exquisite snake staff.

He really wasn't sure about how to use his magic weapon.

Every time before using the black energy bullet, his fingers would tremble slightly and then become crooked.

But if he put it directly next to it, he couldn't release it.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 256 Simple White Magic Lesson

"So funny." Ron covered his mouth and laughed when he saw Draco's actions.

This inexplicably reminded him of the scene in the World Cup where an old man was peeing inaccurately.

In the picture, Gao Er, who was standing next to him, covered his buttocks and said, "Siya, can you aim at the target?"

"Come and try if you can!" Draco said unhappily.

Professor Riddle noticed this and scolded: "Please be careful not to let others shoot your magic weapon. This will make all your previous efforts go to waste!"

"Got it." Draco shrank like a deflated balloon.

He was still angry until the get out of class was over.

She complained in Cedric's ear, "Karen, this is not fair. My magic weapon is too small. It's hard to aim."

Cedric was speechless for a moment. He stretched out his hand, and the turbid black mist condensed into a blade in his hand.

Seeing the magic fairy weapon in Cedric's hand which was smaller than his own, Draco said, "Oh, the white magic class is about to start."

On the other side, Furong and Krum met up on the 4th floor.

"Have you learned to force liberation?"

“Is it complicated?”

In response to Harry and Krum's questions, Fleur raised an eyebrow, "It's much simpler than you think."

Seeing that Fleur didn't seem ready to continue, Harry changed the subject, "By the way, where is the White Magic classroom?"

"The third floor, the third room on the third corridor near the stairs." Furong answered immediately. She had a photographic memory, let alone this address was so special.

"3?" Krum frowned. "Is there any particular requirement for this position?"

"Good things and bad things all come in threes. The number three is full of mysteries and represents perfection." A voice came from behind the four people.

She was a woman wrapped in white gauze, holding a lyre.

(“It’s me. How could I be like this?” Penelope was embarrassed.)

“Three is a perfect number because it represents the beginning, the middle and the end.”

"When we offer sacrifice to the great Balala, we dip the laurel branch into holy water and sprinkle the altar three times; we take frankincense from the censer with three fingers and sprinkle it three times."

"The basis of most human life is also composed of three parts: life has past, present and future, with a beginning, middle and end; people are composed of body, mind and spirit; the world has land, sea and sky; nature includes animal kingdom, plant kingdom and mineral kingdom; Balala religion believes that the three beautiful spirits are faith, hope and love; the three basic colors are red, yellow and blue."

"Are you a follower of the Balala religion?" Harry reacted.

"Of course," the woman nodded, "It's the beginning of the first white magic class of this school year. As a believer of the church, I think it's necessary for me to join in."

“Preach to the new blood of the future church, tell them what God’s sacred numbers are, and offer beautiful music to the Spirit of God.”

Having said this, her fingers plucked the strings of the lyre, and beautiful music flashed by.

Her figure also disappeared around the corner.

The remaining four people looked at each other, and they instantly understood that today's white magic class might not be as simple as just a class.

Their feelings were not wrong.

The White Magic classroom is more like a church than a classroom.

The walls, ceiling, benches and tables are all white.

The huge shrine was right in sight, and countless fanatical followers of the Balala Church wrapped in white gauze stood devoutly below, playing sacred music with the instruments in their hands.

Dark fairies like Draco Malfoy stopped on both sides of the door for a moment, not knowing whether to go in or not.

It was not until the school bell rang, the fanatics under the shrine stopped playing, pulled down the white curtain, and disappeared from everyone's sight, that they slowly walked in.

("Gattler!" Dumbledore looked at the man on the podium in great surprise, "Isn't he a dark fairy?")

(Grindelwald took a sip of wine, but was only briefly surprised. "That's right, I only favor the most powerful power.")

"It's him." Harry recognized the man immediately. "The man who sat next to Dumbledore at the beginning of the term."

"Magic can only flourish in a very few souls." The first thing the man said was not to introduce himself, but to say this inexplicable sentence.

(Newt, who was enjoying his retirement in the United States, suddenly had Grindelwald commit suicide, and it seemed that the words "Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?" rang in his ears again.)

"As immortals, beings that are more otherworldly, it is necessary for us to understand the magic in our hands, rather than wielding it recklessly like a beast with a sword."

"Now, answer my question, what is magic in your mind?"

The man's move immediately stunned the students in the audience.

After a brief silence, Hermione, who wanted to answer every question, raised her hand.

"A magical knowledge. Magic is only a product of knowledge."

"A typical Ravenclaw idea." The man curled his lips, "What else?"

Draco raised his hand. "The extraordinary power that can only be awakened in noble bloodlines is an inalienable, innate right."

"That's the idea, but... stupid bloodline theory. What else?"

First-year Harry glanced at Draco with disdain, "Magic is courage, the embodiment of all good virtues. This righteous heart is my magic!"

He pointed at his chest and looked at Furong like a flamboyant peacock.

"It's good, but not comprehensive," the man commented dryly, "Anything else?"

(Dumbledore covered his mouth and chuckled, "He was obviously disgusted, but due to his identity as the White Fairy, he could only force himself to say yes.")

Baqir raised his hands. "All magic is a ritualistic activity designed to produce effects on the material world by harnessing supernatural forces."

"The demons control various powerful supernatural forces, such as souls, old gods, demons or some kind of cosmic force, through carefully designed and complex rituals."

"The ultimate goal of magic is to rule over everything and become the supreme authority."

"Ritual?" The man was obviously interested. "That's a good idea. Today's spells are indeed simplified rituals. Rituals are indeed the most primitive magic. Let me tell you what you think about black magic and white magic, Badger Granger."

"Black magic is intended to cause destruction and harm, while white magic is intended to bring beneficial effects to groups and individuals," Baqir replied.

"Well said!" the man applauded, "Five points to Gryffindor!"

"A very good summary. The evil thoughts that want to cause damage and harm, as well as all negative emotions, are the real source of black magic."

"The desire to help others is the inexhaustible source of white magic."

"It is precisely because everyone desires goodness that justice will triumph over evil, kindness will be valuable, and white magic will have the power to resist and break black magic."

“Goodness is the most powerful force. All evil is like darkness that retreats in the face of true goodness.”

"And my purpose today is to teach you how to master this most powerful force."

"Professor, I have a different opinion on this." Draco raised his hand directly, "Evil is the most powerful force. The universality of black magic is far stronger than white magic."

(Dumbledore pricked up his ears, ready to listen to Grindelwald's answer. In their world, almost everyone knows the evil curses in the dark magic, while the wizards who know the Patronus Charm, which can be considered white magic, are a minority among the minority.)

"Because it's easy." The man didn't even raise his eyelids. "It's always easy to give in to evil thoughts."

"Just like it's harder to get up early in the morning and obey your desire to linger in bed for a few more moments than it is to strictly force yourself to get up on time."

“Only cowards, lazy people, and beasts would succumb to their own laziness, evil thoughts, and follow their instincts to squander their talents.”

"Only the magic fairy who is strict with himself and pursues virtue can master the power of white."

Draco was obviously very unconvinced, but due to his status as a student, he still sat down angrily.