Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In addition, students in fifth year and above had been introduced to nonverbal spells.

This was a skill that must be mastered in the Ordinary Wizarding Levels examination, and it was also a very practical dueling skill. Evan encouraged them to practice the Disarming Charm using this skill.

Then, everyone started to form their own teams. Predictably, Neville was left partnerless, and Harry volunteered to help him practice.

“Right … on the count of three, then!” Evan shouted loudly, “One, two, three!”

The room was suddenly full of shouts of “Expelliarmus!”: Wands flew in all directions, missed spells hit books on shelves and sent them flying into the air.

Unlike the controlled spells they had cast individually before, this time, many spells were cast haphazardly.

Many people were not succeeding in disarming their opponents at all, but merely causing them to jump backward a few paces or wince as the feeble spell whooshed over them.

Harry and Neville were doing reasonably well. Harry was too quick for Neville, whose wand went spinning out of his hand, hit the ceiling in a shower of sparks, and landed with a clatter on top of a bookshelf, from which Harry retrieved it with a Summoning Charm.

In the next round, Harry neither cast a spell nor dodged, allowing Neville to attack.

“Expelliarmus!” Neville shouted, and the next second, Harry’s wand flew out of his hand.

“I DID IT!” said Neville gleefully. “I’ve never done it before. I can’t believe it!”

“Well done, Neville. If you wave the wand harder and be more decisive next time, I think the effect will be better,” said Evan, pointing out the shortcomings. Neville was mainly too hesitant. “By the way, can you take it in turns to practice with Hermione and Demelza so I can have a few words with Harry?”

Amidst the noise, Evan and Harry moved to a corner of the room.

“Harry, what happened to you and Ron just now?” Evan asked. “Did the scar hurt?”

Although he was a little reluctant, Harry told him that he could sense Voldemort’s emotions, and emphasized that Voldemort was angry because Dumbledore ruined his plans, revealing a loophole where the vampires were concerned.

Evan was very interested in this information.

However, what Harry felt was not very clear. To know the specifics, they needed to start with Sirius and find out what happened, why Voldemort was so angry. But Sirius hadn’t contacted them for a long time.

Also, Harry couldn’t afford to sense Voldemort’s thoughts again. It was playing with fire.

But Harry didn’t care at all about Evan’s warning. Evan could only ask him to tell him immediately no matter what he saw next time.

It was almost enough. Voldemort should have sensed this by now, and it was almost time to verify the connection between him and Harry.

It was very possible that something big was going to happen soon, and it was something Harry could clearly see.

Evan remembered that in the original book, Mr. Weasley was attacked in the middle of the night. If it weren’t for Harry’s warning, he might have died in the Ministry of Magic.

But this time, Nagini had already been killed by him, and it could not attack Mr. Weasley; unless Voldemort found another snake as a pet.

He wasn’t sure if such a thing would happen again or turn into something else.

In this case, in order to be on the safe side, Evan thought it was better to let Harry slow down in learning Occlumency, even though he hadn’t made much progress to begin with.

Evan returned to the middle of the room, and Harry resumed helping Neville practice.

Something very odd was happening to Zacharias Smith; every time he opened his mouth to disarm Anthony Goldstein, his own wand would fly out of his hand, yet Anthony did not seem to be making a sound.

Evan immediately noticed Fred and George who were several feet from Smith and taking it in turns to point their wands at his back.

“Sorry,” said George hastily, when Evan caught his eye. “Couldn’t resist…”

Evan walked around the other pairs, trying to correct those who were doing the spell wrong.

The first-year students, in general, weren’t doing very well, but they were practicing diligently.

Compared to them, the attitudes of the others were quite poor!

Ginny was teamed with Michael Corner; she was doing very well, whereas Michael was either very bad or unwilling to jinx her.

The thought processes of people in love were always different from those of normal people; they always wanted to prove themselves in such trivial matters.

Evan didn’t say anything; he just felt the need to separate the two people.

In addition, Ernie Macmillan was flourishing his wand unnecessarily, giving his partner time to get in under his guard. This kid wanted to show off, as if he were really engaged in a world-famous duel…

His practice partner was a second-year Hufflepuff student who couldn’t learn much from him. Or maybe, he could only learn wrong moves and had to take them apart.

The Creevey brothers were enthusiastic but erratic and mainly responsible for all the books leaping off the shelves around them.

They couldn’t continue practicing together; they couldn’t help each other at all and could only continue disrupting the magic books around them.

Luna Lovegood was similarly patchy, occasionally sending Justin Finch-Fletchley’s wand spinning out of his hand, at other times merely causing his hair to stand on end.

In one absurd instance, she even made his clothes fly off.

The most absurd situation was probably with Cho and her friend Marietta. During the recent test, Cho’s performance was very poor, not at all like the level expected of a senior student, and she had forgotten many basic spells!

As for her friend, the girl named Marietta, she was constantly furious, as if someone owed her a large sum of Galleons.

When Evan got closer, Cho’s performance obviously became worse, and she became obviously more nervous!

“Expelliarmus! No, Expellimellius! No … oh, sorry, Marietta!”

In an instant, Marietta’s sleeve caught fire.

Evan hurriedly waved his wand to extinguish the fire. Marietta glared at Cho and Evan rather sourly and turned away.

“What’s going on with her?” said Evan, remembering that this person seemed to be the informant in the original work.

It seemed that her emotions were truly unstable, and it was necessary to pay more attention to her.

Although Evan considered leaving Hogwarts and didn’t mind letting Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic know about Dumbledore’s Army, being snitched on and forced to leave would be really stupid!

Although Evan could be certain that if anyone really reported it, they would definitely regret it very, very much, but until no one saw the specific content of the curse on the list, this may not be able to deter these guys…

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