The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Chapter 324 Different Teaching

【Hogwarts High-Level Investigation Order】

【All student organizations, associations, teams or clubs are hereby disbanded. 】

[An organization, association, team, and club are defined as a regular gathering of three or more persons.]

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[If found..., immediately dismiss...]

"It's such a coincidence that the ban came just as we formed the organization."

Ron sat astride the stool and frowned.

"Could it be that someone has informed on me?"

"impossible."

Hermione was the first to retort, "There's no way my magic could go wrong. The only two people in the entire Hogwarts who can break this contract are Bai and Dumbledore."

"So what does your magic do to people who violate the rules?"

Hermione glanced at him and said something.

"They had no chance of violating the rules at all."

Ron didn't know what it meant at the time.

It was not until his turn to call the roll that night that he discovered that one person was missing.

He walked up to Hermione and lowered his voice.

"There's one person who didn't come, a Hufflepuff girl."

Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked back at Mo Bai.

"It seems your 'language arts' aren't that useful after all."

Mo Bai spread his hands innocently and shrugged.

Hermione stood up and picked up the textbook in her hand.

"She must have been frightened by Umbridge, or she regretted it and was thinking of reporting it."

"Anyway, she'll never come back again."

Ron's eyes widened.

"Hermione, you won't..."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Hermione's eyes were even bigger than his. "What are you thinking? I'm not Voldemort."

"It's just a mutated Unbreakable Curse mixed with a Forgetfulness Curse. If she has the thought of betrayal, all her memories of the incident will be wiped out. Now she should be minding her own business in the lounge."

"That's okay..."

Ron stared at her blankly.

"What about the magic book?"

"Don't worry, you can't throw it away."

Mo Bai snapped his fingers, and a book appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Here it is."

He patted the cover and said, "The principle of the teleportation spell is to use the Summoning Charm to trigger the portkey. All the magic books are currently managed by Hermione and I. When the time comes, I will teach you this magic. You can copy it on the book yourself, so you don't have to worry about losing it."

Ron was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly discovered that the two people in front of him had arrived in another dimension.

It's like I'm still learning to walk and they're already building airplanes.

He walked back silently to the practice area, opened the book, took out his wand and began to practice magic.

The two of them folded their arms and looked at his back.

Hermione bumped into Mo Bai.

"Did we irritate him?"

Mo Bai shrugged, "It's a good thing to stimulate him. He is indeed a little lazy."

Although he won the duel with Draco last time, Mo Bai was very dissatisfied.

After practicing with them for two years, he was able to fight a noble young master who was uneducated and had a good fight with him.

As a pure-blood family, Ron's talent is definitely not weaker than Draco's.

It's enough to show how lazy he is in his daily life.

You still want to pursue Amy?

Mo Bai shook his head and walked towards the library area.

"Aren't you going to the principal's place today?"

For no reason, Hermione suddenly said this behind him.

Mo Bai stopped and didn't look back.

"not going."

Hermione looked at his back, biting her lower lip, not knowing what she was thinking.

There is a division of labor in their education.

While Hermione was teaching others magic, Mo Bai was not idle either.

He also has a student, but only one.

"Amy, come here and see if you've been slacking off."

Amy was sitting not far away. Upon hearing this, she swallowed the dessert in her mouth hard.

"Oh."

Follow Mo Bai obediently to the battle venue.

Mo Bai clenched his hand, and a wooden sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He put one hand behind his back and pointed his sword at the ground.

"Attack me."

Amy stared at him blankly with her eyes open.

"Don't worry, you can't hurt me."

Amy puffed out her cheeks, stood up straight, pulled open one side of her robe, and clenched her sword fingers with one hand.

"Exit!"

A sentence with clear Chinese accent.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword even drowned out the chanting from next door, and the others looked at them in shock.

All I saw was a cold light shooting out from her waist and rushing straight towards Mo Bai.

Mo Bai calmly made a sword flower with his right hand, with the tip of the wooden sword pointing straight at the cold light.

At the moment when the two were about to touch, he lightly moved his wrist, and an inexplicable force surrounded the sword.

The cold light was getting closer, but also slower and slower, as if trapped in a whirlpool.

A gorgeous dagger trembled and stopped surrounded by wooden swords.

"The accuracy is good, but the power is not enough."

Mo Bai made his comment.

The wooden sword was lightly lifted, and the dagger flew back to Amy and kept trembling, as if it had intelligence.

"Come again!"

"Push harder! Where's the dessert you just had?"

"Where are you hitting?"

"Is the other hand free for eating?"

This was the first time Mo Bai practiced openly with Amy, and the others looked at them as if they had discovered a new continent.

Especially when he saw Amy controlling the dagger with one hand, and making a few gestures with the other hand, muttering something, a golden light actually shot towards Mo Bai.

Although it was easily blocked by Mo Bai, it still made them exclaim in surprise.

Since they joined, there is something new to see every day.

"What are you looking at? Pay attention!"

Hermione's voice brought them back to their senses, but some of them still glanced over there secretly.

This made Hermione glare at Mo Bai in dissatisfaction.

Can't you take your child somewhere else to practice? How can I teach others if you do this?

Mo Bai shrugged.

She rolled her eyes helplessly and explained to the others.

"You can think of this as the unique 'magic' of his hometown. Just like a wizard, it requires talent."

"How can you tell if someone has talent?!"

Apparently many people are interested in this new kind of "magic".

"Well~" Hermione showed a devilish smile.

"It's very simple. Get up at 5 o'clock every morning and run three laps around Hogwarts Castle. Keep doing this for a month. After a month, you will know whether you have talent or not."

Most people lost interest instantly.

Waking up at 5am is a huge threshold.

Run around Hogwarts three times?!

Not to mention anything else, in a place where you can get lost even during class, you can imagine how big this place is.

Still need to hold on for another month? It's still uncertain whether it will succeed?

It’s more interesting to read books and recite spells.

"It's more than that~"

Hermione smiled even more and pointed her wand towards the nearby library area.

"See the bookshelf on the far right? There are all books from his hometown. There are no English translations, all in oriental languages. You have to memorize them all~"

"Is this true?! This is more than a spell!"

Mo Bai looked at Hermione with amusement and continued.

“You don’t have to memorize it all.”

Hermione glared at him.

You dare to dismantle my stage?

"…Just memorize the incantation, about half of it…"

Another group that was eager to try also gave up.

It sounds like a grueling physical training, and I have to learn a new language and memorize so much stuff.

It’s better to just study magic honestly.

Mo Bai smiled and shook his head.

In fact, he did have the idea of ​​picking out a few people with talent for Taoism from this group and training them.

Although the cultivation threshold for ascetics is relatively high, their combat effectiveness is higher than that of wizards at the same level.

Just like Amy now, in a life-and-death fight, everyone here except him and Hermione just kept silent with their swords.

Including Harry, who is already quite capable.

The armor spell with insufficient magic power could not stop the magic weapon he specially selected for Amy.

But seeing Hermione's reaction, he decided to put the idea aside for now.

He knew that Hermione had always been bothered by the fact that she had no talent for monasticism.

Hermione is the greatest in the world.

"Um...can I give it a try?"

He didn't expect that there would actually be someone who would want to try it under such strict conditions.

Looking at the little fat boy who raised his hand tremblingly, Mo Bai smiled.

"Can you hold on, Neville Longbottom?"