Harry Potter: Super Magic God

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Chapter 273 The Power of the Wizard

"In that case, is it that Snape has Professor Lupin's handle, or Professor Lupin has Snape's handle?" Ron also felt a little strange, "They seem to cooperate with each other and be wary of each other.?? ??Look·?"

George said in a meaningful tone, "It should be that Snape has Lupin's handle. Snape's homework in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you need to be careful."

He paused, then said, "At least Snape was right about one thing, because the first two ridiculous teachers, your Defence Against the Dark Arts class was very depraved. Like he said, deal with Red Hat, deal with Green. A course like Delo's is something that should be mastered in the first grade."

Hearing this comment, Hermione couldn't help blushing, and she defended in a low voice, "It's 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 had taught us from the first year, this would definitely not have happened."

George said noncommittally, "You are indeed very easy to satisfy. But anyway, you should focus more on my training. When you master the Patronus spell, I will teach you other spells." "

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

The topic began to develop towards something that Harry and the others didn't like. They couldn't refute George. They couldn't tell whether Professor Lupin's teaching was mediocre or not, so they had to silently bow their heads and eat.

In the evening duel club activities, they can only work harder to avoid making George feel that Professor Lupin is completely unhelpful to their strength growth.

At the evening club activities, George also appeared. As always, he was on the stage and used a special way to guide everyone to cast the Patronus spell twice.

These two guides made Harry gain a lot. He felt that he was only a little short of being able to summon the physical Patronus. Hermione and Ron's progress was slightly slower than he was, but they were both able to summon vague shadows, which was a good sign.

Only seeing Malfoy again was annoying to Harry.

Malfoy winked and sighed, "If my arms were better, I could play Quidditch tomorrow, that's a shame."

Harry's teeth were itching with anger, that bastard Malfoy, obviously in the club, kept practicing the Patronus charm with his wand. He didn't look injured at all, but he was able to shamelessly pretend to be injured.

What's even more ridiculous is that Snape agreed. He disrupted the Gryffindor team's training schedule because of Malfoy's absurd pretense and sent Gryffindor to play Hufflepuff.

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The next morning, it was raining heavily, and George didn't sleep until the stipulated time. The biological clock has not yet reminded him to get up, but the fierce storm outside the window has made him leave the warm bed.

As someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, once he wakes up, it is difficult to continue to fall asleep. He would rather sit up than toss and turn in bed. Anything, be it reading, meditating, or even just being in a daze, can make him less anxious.

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

Using an electric toothbrush every morning reminds him that he's in a world where magic and technology mix. Magic is indispensable, but technology changes the world, and this is not his end.

After washing,

George pushed open the window, and outside the window was a thick ink scroll, and the sky looked like a canvas dipped in ink. Bean-sized ink dots hit the wall and hit the ground.

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

The howling wind was like an angry beast, constantly hitting the outer wall of the castle, making a "hiss" and "bang-bang-bang" sound.

George could vaguely hear the "tear" sound of the trees in the Forbidden Forest in the distance being blown and falling.

"The power of nature," George muttered softly, "it'll be good when we can master them."

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

Today is the day for a Quidditch match and a celebration of school entertainment. Hogwarts is a completely closed school, and there are very few entertainment activities that can be provided to everyone, and Quidditch is an extremely popular entertainment sport in the wizarding world all over the world.

Every time when this happens, all the teachers and students of the school will be dispatched like a festival to watch the game, rain or shine.

Quidditch is completely incompatible with the sport of the common man's world, and George once told Harry that a Quidditch game is a display of wizarding power and wisdom.

It's a duel, it's a battle, and Quidditch matches don't need fairness, they need strength and wit.

Quidditch matches are never rescheduled due to severe weather such as storms, wind and snow, hail and lightning. On the contrary, wizards see Quidditch matches in bad weather as more valuable.

A truly powerful and wise wizard will win the game while defeating nature and natural disasters. There is nothing more exciting for wizards than going through many tests, showing strength and wisdom, and winning honors.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was cheerful and solemn. Everyone was looking forward to the next game, and each worried and planned for their own team.

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

The strong wind didn't seem to weaken at all. It whistled and roared, blowing away the umbrellas of the classmates again and again. The bad weather is like thinking, they are trying their best to show their own rage and strength, and they seem to be cruel to these creatures that provoke nature.

The wizards marched on the mud and the wind and rain, like a pilgrimage, and marched forward firmly.

They will rise into the sky, drive into the restricted area, fly and dance in the face of the violent nature and the harsh natural disasters.

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