The years of welding at Hogwarts

If it weren't for Noah, with his stupid brain, who knows how long it would take to get these active little kids to stand there quietly and carry out their first training program.

Looking at the phoenix lying on his shoulder, Hagrid's mind unconsciously began to wander.

Although it is not known how Noah completed the magic of Animagus, a transformation magic that seems a bit magical to today's wizards.

But this did not affect Hagrid's interest in this magical transformation spell at all.

Now, Noah should be considered a member of the Phoenix family, right? After all, the object of his transformation is a real phoenix, with the blood of the phoenix and all the abilities of the phoenix.

If that's the case, then if he raises Noah, doesn't that mean he's raising a real phoenix! ?

That’s the legendary phoenix!

Although there is only a 4X grade in the Ministry of Magic's classification of magical creatures, the Ministry's classification is based on the dangerousness of magical animals, not their combat effectiveness.

Creatures like the Phoenix will never actively harm wizards, so they are classified in the fourth tier.

If the severity of the injuries the Phoenix has caused to wizards is used to rank the creature, the Phoenix as a creature might not even be rated 4X, but should be classified as 2X or 3X, which means completely harmless/minor damage.

But if it is classified by combat power, the Phoenix that can easily tear a fire dragon apart with bare hands cannot be a mere 4X level. Instead, it should be at 6X level, which is higher than the fire dragon, and be in the same level as the basilisk that can kill anyone with its gaze.

Such a legendary creature, who in the entire magical world wouldn’t want to raise one?

If anyone dared to firmly say no, Hagrid would slap them in the face and say, "You are just being stubborn!"

Only that old bastard Dumbledore could abandon his Phoenix companion who had been with him for most of his life for his old lover.

If, he meant if, if Noah really couldn't turn back into a human...

Thinking of this, Hagrid suddenly wanted to slap himself hard. How could he hope that his friend would encounter such an unfortunate thing as a transformation accident?

Damn him!

But...

What if?

Chapter 292 Military Posture and Meditation

Standing is not even easy for a normal human being. It is an instinctive behavior engraved in the genes.

There is no need to learn it deliberately. As you grow up, you will suddenly be able to stand up and take a few steps while crawling.

Such a project...

Can it really be called training?

All the students at Hogwarts had their doubts about this, but out of trust in the professors, they chose to silently follow the instructions and stand obediently in the hot sun.

If it's just standing, it's easy.

But what if the requirements for standing are to keep the feet together and clamped, the abdomen in, the chest out, the head up and looking forward, the arms naturally perpendicular to the sides of the body but kept close and tight, and the body cannot shake at all?

This is obviously not easy.

If an ordinary person who has not undergone military posture training can maintain such a posture for five minutes without wavering, it can be considered as a strong will.

By just the second minute, some of these little kids, who were already at an active age, had begun to lose their balance.

They only felt that their legs became heavy as if they were filled with lead, and waves of soreness in the bends of their legs were gradually transmitted to the brain, and this soreness gradually turned into numbness and stiffness as they continued to stand.

The arms that were pressed against the outside of the thighs also began to lose their original position, and the upright chest and abdomen gradually tended to sink inward.

As time went by, the students' originally upright postures began to become shaky, and this neat square formation seemed to be on the verge of disintegration.

Soon, without receiving any orders, one of the students could not help but give up and sat down directly on the soft grass of the playground, acting like a child and refusing to get up.

Under the leadership of this freshman, some other students who had long felt that they could not hold on but did not dare to disobey orders due to Hagrid's huge size and ferocious face, also followed suit.

Looking at these students who gave up so easily, even with Hagrid's gentle personality towards his students, he couldn't help but frown.

"Everyone, get up! The training isn't over yet!"

It was only a few minutes, and Hagrid was looking at the newbies lying on the ground in front of him, and comparing their lazy appearance with the three brothers of Kamar-Taj who had trained shirtless in the snow.

It’s too lame. It’s really too lame.

Hagrid's order was obviously only useful to some of the badgers who were assigned to the Honest House, namely Hufflepuff. A little snake who was obviously from the evil forces of Slytherin House raised his hand.

"I don't understand! Professor Hagrid!"

He did stand up, but instead of returning to the line and standing at attention as Hagrid had hoped, he faced himself and protested.

"Principal McGonagall said that, right? The activity we are participating in now is called simulated military training. It is designed to allow us to experience the arduous training of the Aurors to the greatest extent possible in a highly simulated environment and to hone our abilities."

The little snake pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a hint of rebelliousness appeared in his blue eyes.

"But this so-called simulated Auror training is just to make a bunch of us stand here staring into space like idiots?"

Hagrid was also stunned when he heard the little snake's question. He had the same doubts as Professor McGonagall when he received the military training schedule sent by Professor McGonagall.

However, when faced with the decision made by Professor McGonagall, he would not actively question it. After all, Hagrid knew that he was not smart and the professors must have their reasons for doing so.

However, blindly obeying orders without thinking will lead to such a situation:

In response to the questions raised by the little snake and the group of students who followed suit, the half-blood giant, who had grown so big for nothing, could only stutter and scratch his hair, which was so lush that it was even enviable to programmers.

"Well, ahaha, well, uh..."

Standing on the shoulders of the hybrid giant, Noah sighed helplessly, and his loud voice blessed by magic easily reached the other end of the court.

"Hermione Granger, could you please come over here?"

A Quidditch pitch is as big as it is, not to mention accommodating two grades, it is more than enough to accommodate three grades to train at the same time. Naturally, it is impossible to allocate it all to the first-year students.

Hearing the call from the other end of the court, the little beaver classmate who was standing in military posture very seriously raised his head and looked at the leader of their team, Professor Remus Lupin.

"Go."

Lupin simply raised his chin in the direction of the other end of the court.

When Hermione came to the completely disorganized first-year students with some confusion, Noah just stood on Hagrid's shoulders with his arms folded, "Mr. Granger, could you please demonstrate wandless spellcasting for us?"

Although she didn't quite understand what Noah was going to do, Hermione nodded, rolled up her sleeves slightly, then clapped her hands and spread them horizontally to the left and right, drawing a magical line with golden sparks between her palms.

As her arms swung in circles in the air, a standard golden magic circle quietly took shape as all the first-year students stared in amazement.

After finishing her business, Hermione Granger left in silence and returned to the second-year team. Standing on Hagrid's shoulder, Noah looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said indifferently:

"Hagrid, give them another little shock."

A small shock?

This roundabout way of speaking was naturally impossible for Hagrid, a not-so-bright half-blood giant, to understand.

So Noah simply raised his wings, and five solid earth walls suddenly rose from the ground on the flat Quidditch field. Then, under the effect of transformation magic, they solidified into sufficiently strong steel plates.

The five-centimeter-thick iron wall was transformed into hideous faces by the magic of deformation.

The art of summoning spirits: Five-fold Rashomon!

While maintaining the Transfiguration, Noah cast the Levitation Charm on himself and slowly floated away from Hagrid's shoulder and suspended in the air. He said to Hagrid, "Excuse me, Hagrid, please break through these five walls."

Break through???

All the students present who heard Noah's words had confused expressions on their faces.

They estimated the thickness of the walls with their eyes. Although the thickness of five centimeters was nothing compared to the height of the walls which reached a full twenty meters, it looked like a thin piece of paper when viewed from the side.

But that's because the proportions have been magnified!

Five walls are stacked together. Judging from the metallic sheen of the material that makes up the walls, it seems that even if a missile comes, there's no way to blow through this thing, right?

Armor-piercing bullets may not be able to...

Oh, armor-piercing bullets can really do that.

As long as the caliber is larger and the amount of explosives is increased, and it is combined with an armor-piercing bullet made of vibranium, everything is possible.

As early as when he saw these five walls rising from the ground, even Hagrid, who was not very smart, had guessed some possibilities.

He had been ready to give these inexperienced elementary school students a little Kamar-Taj-style shock, to make up for his regret of not being able to catch up with the Battle of London.

A surge of magical power suddenly burst out from Hagrid's body. The violent and turbulent airflow turned into a circle of milky white air waves, which suddenly burst in all directions and blew away the group of freshmen not far away.

Just the aftermath of the momentum had such great power, which showed that Hagrid really used all his strength this time.

The fierce updraft blew Hagrid's hair up, and his eyes were completely filled with whites, with no trace of the original pupils visible.

Looking at Hagrid who was in full force, Noah suddenly had an urge to stand out from the crowd——

"This

Such chakra! I recognize you! In terms of physical skills..."

But he was also afraid that he would be kicked to death, and he didn't know whether he would have the bug-level ability of a real phoenix to be reborn from the ashes after being transformed into a phoenix. If so, he wouldn't die, but wouldn't it be fun if he didn't have it?

With the blessing of violent magic, a thunderous bang suddenly exploded from under Hagrid's feet. All the students present could only see a fleeting figure. Hagrid was like an intercontinental missile warhead falling at hypersonic speed, and completely penetrated the five Rashomons in an instant.

When Hagrid's figure slowly emerged from the blur, the air displaced by Hagrid's high-speed movement turned into a belt-shaped shock wave that spread out in all directions.

Noah simply flapped his wings and erected a barrier of armor protection spell in front of himself and the freshmen behind him, dissolving the shock wave into nothingness.

Only then did he slowly turn around and look at the group of little wizards who were shocked and speechless.

"Want to learn?"

All the freshmen in the first grade nodded their heads like woodpeckers.

The next second, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in their ears, "Why don't you just get back and stand at attention!"

The little wizards who had originally given up and sat down immediately got up in a hurry at Noah's shout and returned to their original standing positions in a mess.

What is military posture?

Fat Chicken, the source of all evil, said it well. Although this is just a simple standing action, in the magic world it is a practice method that is similar to meditation. It is called [Magic Posture].

Meditation is a form of altered consciousness that allows the meditator to achieve a state of well-being, both mentally and physically, by entering a state of deep tranquility and thereby enhancing self-awareness.

And this so-called magical gesture...

Well, in this world where the magic system is extremely idealistic and unreasonable, if these newbies who have not yet come into contact with magic can sincerely recognize this magical gesture made up by Noah, then it is not a bad idea to regard it as an alternative form of meditation.

"Keep your mind highly focused! Imagine your body as a tree firmly rooted in the earth. The roots deeply nailed into the earth are constantly drawing the magic of nature from the earth beneath your feet!"

Noah's voice echoed throughout the Quidditch field. Not only was he speaking to the first-year apprentices, but his words were also addressed to the second-year students who had undergone a period of Kamar-Taj-style training.

"Close your eyes! Use every inch of your skin to feel the flow of air! Feel the active power of nature floating in the air!"

Looking at these naive juniors who are much more serious than before, if it weren't for the fact that the expressions that can be made on this chubby face are really limited, otherwise we would see the typical Slytherin house-style laughter again.

"Do you think the magic stance is just a simple standing? You are totally wrong!"

"Magic power is the fundamental source for wizards to cast magic! Training in magic postures can help you improve your ability to sense magic, strengthen your control over your body and soul, and hone your control over your own magic power!"

"Do you want to learn magic like Granger? Do you want to become a great person like Professor Fox Dumbledore who saved a city? "

"The control of one's own magic power is the cornerstone of a wizard's power! If you want to achieve that, then stand still!"

At this point, Noah, who was standing on Hagrid's shoulder and following the half-blood giant's patrol, suddenly raised his short chicken wings, and the invisible stick formed by magic suddenly hit the leg of the Slytherin boy who had just stood up to question the professor's actions.

"Don't shake your body!"

Even though the opponent's body didn't shake at all, Noah hit him with a stick without mercy.

You are the one who talks too much, right?

Do you have the guts to fight the brigade commander, no, the training camp commander Bucky Barnes?

……

When the morning sun rose from the distant horizon and slowly rose to a nearly vertical position above everyone's heads, a bell rang from the Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

The training on [Magical Postures] had been completed twenty minutes ago. The students, who were now sitting on the ground taking a rest, immediately became alert when they heard the melodious bell for the end of get out of class.

"Alright! Gather! Everyone! Stand up!"

At Hagrid's roar, the first-year students who were originally sitting in a mess suddenly bounced up from the ground as if springs were installed under their buttocks.

After the flag-raising ceremony at nine in the morning, this group of students who had just entered school went through more than three hours of high-intensity military posture training, or to be more precise, it should be called magic posture training.

Although during this devilish training, Hagrid would kindly allow them to rest for five minutes every thirty minutes. Of course, this was mainly due to his consideration of the physical strength of these eleven-year-old children.

But even if there are

Rest, but when this group of students gathered again and formed a square formation, they couldn't help but tremble in their calves, as if they had the aftereffects of excessive indulgence.

Fortunately, the bell for the end finally rang. Noon is the meal time at Hogwarts.