Chapter 273： The power of wizards

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Chapter 273-The Power of the Wizard

"In that case, is it because Snape has Professor Lupin's handle or Professor Lupin's has Snape's handle?" Ron also felt a little strange, "They seem to be cooperating with each other, and they are on guard against each other.?? ??Look·?"

George said in a meaningful tone, "It should be Snape who has Lupin's handle. You need to think a little bit about the homework that Snape left in Defence Against the Dark Arts class."

He paused, and said, "At least Snape is right about one thing, because the first two ridiculous teachers, your progress in Defence Against the Dark Arts class is very depraved. Just like he said, deal with Red Hat and deal with Green. A course like Dillo is something you should master in the first grade."

Hearing this evaluation, Hermione couldn't help but blush. She whispered, "This is not Professor Lupin's fault. Our progress is due to the drag of the previous two years."

Harry and Ron also nodded and said, "If Professor Lupin taught us from the first grade, it would definitely not happen."

George said noncommitantly, "You are really easy to meet. But anyway, you should put more of your mind on my training. When you master the curse of the patron saint, I will teach you other curses.?· "

He looked at Harry and the three sternly, and said, "You can't expect how much help Professor Lupin's mediocre teaching in order to accommodate everyone's progress will bring you much help."

The topic started to develop where Harry and the others didn't like it very much. They couldn't refute George. They couldn't tell whether Professor Lupin's teaching was mediocre or not, so they had to silently lower their heads to eat.

In the evening duel club activities, they could only work harder to avoid making George feel that Professor Lupin did not help their strength at all.

George also appeared in the evening club activities. He was on the stage as always, using a special way to guide everyone to cast the patron saint curse twice.

These two guides have greatly benefited Harry, and he felt that he was only a little short of summoning the physical patron saint. Hermione and Ron were a little slower than him, but they were also able to summon faint shadows, which was a good sign.

Only seeing Malfoy again made Harry very annoying.

Malfoy winked and sighed, "If my arms are better, I can participate in tomorrow's Quidditch match. That's a shame."

Harry was tickling with anger, and that **** Malfoy, obviously in the club, was practicing the patron saint with his wand. He was not injured at all, but he was able to pretend to be injured shamelessly.

What's more ridiculous is that Snape actually agreed. He disrupted the training plan of the Gryffindor team because of Malfoy's ridiculous excuse and asked Gryffindor to play against Hufflepuff.

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The next morning, it was stormy, and George did not sleep until the stipulated time. The biological clock had not reminded him to get up, but the fierce storm outside the window made him leave the warm bed.

As a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, once he wakes up, it is difficult to continue to fall asleep. He would rather sit up than lying in bed tossing around. Anything, whether it's reading, meditation, or even just being in a daze, can make him less anxious.

The "buzzing" electric toothbrush was stirring in his mouth, and the special toothpaste burst into white bubbles. After gargle, a burst of cold frost and freshness made George's brain aroused and his spirit was lifted a lot.

When using an electric toothbrush every morning, he will be reminded that he is in a world where magic and technology are mixed. Magic is indispensable, but technology changes the world, this is not his end.

After washing, George opened the window. Outside the window was a scroll of thick ink, and the sky was like a canvas dipped in ink. The big dots of ink hit the wall and the ground.

George tapped his finger, and a transparent shield appeared on the window. He took a chair and sat down comfortably, just enjoying the wind and rain outside the window.

The howling wind is like an angry beast, constantly hitting the outer wall of the castle, making sounds of "hissing" and "clanging".

George could faintly hear the "tear and pull" of the trees in the forbidden forest in the distance being blown and broken.

"The power of nature." George muttered softly. "It's fine when you can master them."

He casually held a notebook of ancient spells and flipped through it gently, until he confirmed that it was time for breakfast, he closed the book. Putting on a long robe, waterproof boots, and a **** umbrella, walked towards the big restaurant.

Today is the day of the Quidditch competition and the school's entertainment celebration. Hogwarts is a completely closed school with very few entertainment activities for everyone, while Quidditch competitions are extremely popular in the wizarding world around the worldevery When this happens again, the teachers and students of the school will be like a holiday celebration, all of them will be dispatched to watch the game rain or shine.

Quidditch and ordinary people's sports are totally incompatible. George once told Harry them that Quidditch games are a display of wizard power and wisdom.

It is a duel, a battle, Quidditch games do not need fairness, they need strength and wisdom.

Quidditch games will never be rescheduled due to severe weather such as violent storms, wind, snow, hail and lightning. On the contrary, wizards regard Quidditch matches in inclement weather as a game with a higher gold content.

A really powerful and intelligent wizard will win the game while defeating nature and natural disasters. There is nothing more exciting for wizards than to go through many trials, show strength and wisdom, and win honor.

The atmosphere in the restaurant is cheerful and solemn. Everyone is looking forward to the next game, and they are worried and calculating for their own team.

After breakfast, everyone walked across the lawn towards the Quidditch Stadium.

The gust of wind did not appear to weaken, it whizzed, it roared, blowing the classmates' umbrellas again and again. The bad weather is like having thoughts, they are trying their best to show their own violent and strength, as if to give cruel blows to these provocative creatures.

The wizards walked firmly in the mud, against the wind and rain, like a pilgrimage.

They will rise into the sky in front of violent nature and harsh natural disasters, drive into the restricted area, fly and dance as much as they want.

They will demonstrate the power and wisdom of wizards in a Quidditch competition. They will fight against nature, overcome natural disasters, and win the game.