AWB Chapter 925: New Year is coming soon
Chapter 925: New Year is coming soon
On Monday morning, after the first class of the fourth year Slytherin had finished the Potions class, a piece of news spread like wildfire in Hogwarts School -
——The professor of Potions has changed! From the dead-looking Professor Snape, to a handsome young man! He looks like a senior who just graduated.
Although the new teacher had the same gloomy face as Snape, as if God owed him eight million Galleons, his reputation among female students was very different: one had a dead look, while the other was a gloomy beautiful boy.
But soon, some teacher leaked the news, and the news was passed on during lunch time. By the time of lunch break, the truth had almost spread - the so-called gloomy beautiful boy was Snape, who took the elixir of immortality given to him by the Oriental students, and was rejuvenated into a young state, and will never age!
During lunch break, everyone sat in the Gryffindor common room, warming themselves by the fireplace. Some were reviewing their lessons, while others were sharing snacks and chatting.
"Is what they said true? Do you have... the legendary elixir of life?" Ron asked curiously but cautiously, leaning forward with his neck stretched out and a cautious expression. He looked more like a timid mouse than the yellow rat in his arms, as if he would shut up immediately if Martin and the other two were unhappy.
"That's just a 'potion' that's still in the experimental stage." Huihara Ai buried her head in the potion textbook and said without raising her head: "The specific effect is still unknown. At present, it has indeed made Professor Snape return to youth and prevent him from aging, but I don't know if it can make people immortal. But I have to make it clear that many people died after taking it."
Martin, who was combing the rabbit's fur, added: "In Chinese history, many emperors died from taking 'immortality pills'."
What Martin said is true, but when you put the two things together, it takes a different meaning.
"That's too bad." Ron was deflated and leaned back heavily. "What's the good of being younger? I just want to be older. It would be better if I were older than Bill (Ron's older brother)."
"All kinds of rumors are spreading like crazy now." Hermione also joined the topic. She turned around and glanced at the classmates and seniors who were whispering in the lounge: "Some people even said that you turned into children after taking the immortality potion, and you actually lied about your age."
After all, the performances of the three were too impressive. Martin's Transfiguration was better than anyone else's, and Ma Wu's destructive power was amazing - although Ma Wu said he was out of control. And Huiyuan Ai, who had always performed mediocre and was seriously underestimated, unexpectedly made a big splash and took out the immortality potion.
If we were to come up with a 'Hogwarts Strength Ranking' now, Dumbledore would undoubtedly be in first place, Haibara Ai would be in second place, and Martin would be in third place.
"I didn't lie about my age!" Ma Wu, who was wrongly accused, retorted loudly.
"Of course I don't believe this." Hermione nodded. After all, she lived in the same dormitory with Ma Wu and Huibara Ai, and she was also a familiar classmate of Martin. Among the three, only Huibara Ai had a more mature personality. Martin and Ma Wu were both very childish, like typical seven-year-old kids.
As for Haibara Ai, Miss Hermione proudly stated that she also had the same mature and steady personality when she was a child (under the self-beautification filter), and such girls are very common.
"Heh..." Huihara Ai smiled faintly and said, "To be honest, I am older than all of you. You should call me sister."
Martin also turned to Ron and said, "Actually, I'm about the same age as your father. You should call me dad."
If everyone almost believed what the mature Haibara Ai said, Martin's subsequent words quickly dispelled their trust.
Only Harry was not very sensitive to the attack method of "I am your father", and just asked doubtfully, "Is it almost the same?"
If it is far from other people's fathers, then it is almost the same as your father who died at the age of 21... Martin thought mercilessly in his heart, but he still kept his words in mind: "Well, almost, between 0 and 100 years old."
"Is that so?" Ron grabbed the yellow mouse pretending to sleep and scratched his head: "Then am I not the same as you?"
Martin nodded and recommended, "That's right, so next time you go home you can say this to your father; the age difference between us is not that big, so don't play those empty words in the future, you call me brother and I call you brother."
Ron thought about it and grinned: "It doesn't seem like a bad idea."
The Weasleys were all jokesters, except Percy.
And Harry and Hermione both looked at Ron with 'I don't understand' eyes.
"Speaking of holidays, are you going home for the New Year holiday?" Ron asked. "I can't go back. My parents are going to Romania to visit Charlie."
"I want to go home." Hermione nodded and said proudly, "My mother wrote to me. They miss me."
Ron winked at her.
But Harry didn't need them to take care of his emotions. He shrugged cheerfully: "I'm not going back. This place is much happier than my 'home'."
Martin added calmly: "Those who stay in school during the holidays must continue to do morning exercises and evening self-study."
Harry choked, but after a pause he said firmly: "That's much better!"
Huibara Ai was a little confused: "Holiday?" She thought that she would have no vacation since she came to Hogwarts for military training during the winter vacation.
"Yes, the New Year holiday." Hermione said as a matter of course: "You were called by the teachers when the prefect announced the news last Friday night... But I thought you should know that the 'Spring Festival' holiday is coming soon. I remember that the Spring Festival is a festival that originated in your East, right?"
Although she has never celebrated it, Huiyuan Ai has heard of the Spring Festival: "I didn't expect that I could celebrate the Spring Festival in the UK..."
Then she looked at Martin. This must be the guy who did something again.
Martin shrugged: "When the country becomes stronger, others will respect our festivals and be happy to celebrate them with us."
"That holiday..."
"I will take Xiao Wu to play the game of 'catching vests'." Martin shrugged: "Every time Xiao Wu catches a vest, he will get 10 yuan as a lucky money."
It sounds like an activity that has a low rate of return but has no upper limit.
Then Haibara Ai thought about her schedule. If she had a few days off, it would be best to go back to the Doctor's house to comfort her sister, check on the Doctor's weight loss progress, and it would be best to speed up the progress of the antidote.
"You have to come with us." Martin arranged for Huihara Ai straightforwardly: "Have some self-awareness. You are a popular person who holds the elixir of immortality, and there are as many dark wizards in this school as a whole Slytherin."
"..." Haibara Ai was very angry. In fact, after leaving the Black Organization, she not only never synthesized APTX again, but she didn't even have the conditions to synthesize APTX - a large part of the special materials came from the Black Organization, and Haibara Ai herself did not master the synthesis route. She had heard that some of them were left over from the time her parents synthesized them.
So Huiyuan Ai stood up from the soft chair, turned around and looked at the classmates who were watching her openly or secretly, stretched out her hand and pointed at Martin beside her: "All my medicines are with him!"
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This afternoon was the third spell class, and we finally came to the exciting practical part. "Students, you can try levitation next. Let's start with the simplest one. Try to use a spell to make the feather in front of you float." Professor Flitwick stood on his pile of books as usual and said sharply, "Okay, don't forget the subtle wrist movement we have been training! Waving and shaking, remember, waving and shaking. It is also very important to pronounce the spell correctly - don't forget the wizard Baruffio I talked about in the last class. He said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest."
"Honestly," Martin commented, "I find the spell that summons a bison more appealing."
Ma Wu asked expectantly, "Can I have roast beef?"
"Let's start practicing." After experiencing success in the Transfiguration class, Haibara Ai did become interested in casting spells. She pointed the spell at the feather, waved the wand according to the trajectory taught by the teacher, and then subtly 'waved and shook' it.
"Wingardiumleviosa!"
The complex spell of this word is also very difficult to pronounce, so it is used as the first spell to be learned. After students have developed the pronunciation habit, it will be easy to learn the relatively simple Latin spells.
After the awkward spell, the feather moved only slightly. It was hard to tell whether it was the spell taking effect or the air current generated by the waving of the wand that blew it.
"Hmm~" Martin made a teasing and mocking sound.
Huibara Ai held the magic wand with her arms folded: If you can do it, go ahead.
Martin didn't cheat with his superpowers, waving his assault wand - there are probably three elements to releasing a real spell: accurate chanting, the trajectory of the wand waving, and the right mood. Among them, waving the wand according to the accurate trajectory is very difficult for Martin to use with a heavy metal wand.
"Wingardiumleviosa!"
This time the feather didn't move.
There was someone who worked harder than Martin - without a doubt Harry.
Harry's heavy sniper wand was 1.2 meters long, and he had to carry it on his back even when he was running. In order to wave it correctly, Harry could only stand up from his seat, and even put one foot on a stool, so that he could look down and point the heavy sniper wand at a light feather.
"Oh, well done!" Professor Flitwick clapped his hands. "Look everyone, Miss Granger has succeeded!"
Everyone looked and saw Hermione holding her wand and pointing it diagonally upwards, and the feather had floated to a height of more than a meter above her head.
Hermione was a top student who had already reviewed all the textbooks before school started. She had already taught herself most of the spells that a first grader could learn, including the Levitation Charm, the Flame Charm, the Flying Charm, the Repairing Charm, etc.
Because she was looking up at the feathers, and her face was filled with joy from casting the spell, Hermione didn't realize that she looked like she was raising her chin in triumph.
Huihara Ai lowered her head first and looked at Martin: "Hmm~ Someone has already succeeded."
Martin frowned, then suddenly relaxed his brows, put away his assault wand, and took out two pistols instead.
Yes, short guns, not magic wands. Although these two guns are very similar to the special magic wands used by a fake cowboy teacher before, they are indeed guns.
"Bang!" Martin raised his left hand and shot at the feather. The spewing flames blew the feather high up.
Martin used blank bullets, similar to a starting pistol.
Then he raised his right hand, aimed at the feather that was swirling and falling in the air, and fired at a position slightly below the feather. The flames and the hot air flow lifted the feather up again.
Then he fired one shot after another, successfully making the feather continue to float in the air, floating infinitely.
Is this okay?
All the students were attracted by the sound of gunfire, and they stared blankly at Martin showing his operation with two guns. Even the feather that had successfully floated up before fell down and landed in Hermione's open mouth.
Harry looked at the two pistols in Martin's hands, and then looked at his own bulky heavy sniper.
"Ron, this thing seems to work much better than a wand."
"Accio!" Professor Flitwick, a bald and bearded dwarf, stared at Martin's feathers with his bull eyes and looked at the edges of the feathers that were curled up by the high temperature air.
Everyone thought Martin would be deducted points. He said in a muffled voice: "If no one else uses a spell to make the feather fly within three minutes, Gryffindor will be deducted one point."
Compared with Snape, who would deduct 5 points at will, and Professor McGonagall, who was ruthless even towards her own house, Professor Flitwick, who would require prerequisites before deducting one point, was simply a one-meter-tall angel.
However, no one wanted to deduct the feathers if they could avoid it. No one blamed Martin. Instead, they all lowered their heads and redoubled their efforts to deduct the feathers.
"Wingardiumleviosa!" "Wingardiumleviosa!"
Harry tried again, standing on a chair and casting a spell on the table. However, this time it was still wrong, a spark came out of the muzzle and ignited the feather. Harry jumped off the chair and took off his hat to cover the flames to put out the fire.
The second person who succeeded was Ma Wu - she stared with wide eyes at the feather that was slightly floating where the magic wand was pointing, and when she wanted to shout out excitedly, she covered her mouth, fearing that a single word would cause the feather to fall to the ground.
Martin came closer.
Just when Ma Wu thought he would be admired or praised by his brother, Martin clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and made a wishing gesture.
It's over. Seeing this scene, Huiyuan Ai had already anticipated the next move. Unable to bear to see this scene, she lowered her head and continued to try the spell on her feathers.
Under the gaze of Ma Wu, who had not yet noticed the coming crisis, Martin made a wish - it was time to blow out the candles.
"Whoosh--" After Martin blew a deep breath, the feather that was held up by Ma Wu's spell immediately broke away from her wand and sailed away.
“Wow——! (╥﹏╥)” (End of this chapter)