Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 334 Stay Vigilant

Chapter 335 Stay Vigilant

A series of gurgling sounds of swallowing saliva came from the classroom. Looking at the shattered podium, no one expected the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the new school year to be so exciting.

But when faced with Moody, a legendary Auror, no one dared to bet that he was joking.

There was no other way; all they could do now was concentrate fully, keeping a close eye on Moody's every move while learning the blocking techniques.

The classroom was completely silent. No one spoke or daydreamed, and even Ron and Harry looked tense.

Siren watched from the side, and he dared to say that even in Snape's Potions class, the Gryffindors had never been this serious.

And the blocking techniques taught by Moody were, to be honest, much more difficult than Siren had imagined.

Because a wand is not a container for storing magic, or rather, it does not have the function of storing magic.

If the magic power gathered is too little, it will dissipate directly; if it is too much, it will uncontrollably transform into a spell, even without chanting incantations.

In an instant, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was in chaos, with magical sparks exploding everywhere. Many desks were also damaged, either falling apart inexplicably or breaking in half.

Ron's wand also exploded with a loud bang, and some unknown spell smashed through the window and disappeared outside the castle.

Ron's face was charred black on one side, and his hair stood on end, still smoking.

In this situation, very few people have the energy to "be on high alert".

So some people decided to give up learning blocking techniques and focus on Moody instead.

In their view, the content of this lesson can be learned anytime, but life is only once.

In their view, if Moody's curse could shatter a solid podium, then shattering their bones would be a piece of cake.

Although Moody said there was nothing to worry about with Mrs. Pomfrey around, who could be sure that was true? Nobody wanted to be the guinea pig.

Ron was one of them.

After his third failed attempt, he simply put down his wand and focused on watching Moody's movements.

"Ron, you can't do this," Hermione reminded him. "Professor Moody said we have to break his spell."

You'd better hurry.

"I don't think so," Ron shook his head. "If I could react in time, why didn't I just dodge?"

He stared intently at Moody, and without turning his head, said, "As long as we can get through this, nothing else matters."

Harry, who was standing nearby, thought it made a lot of sense.

Yes, using a wand to block also requires reaction time, so wouldn't it be the same to dodge in advance?

"But that would put you on the defensive," Hermione said. "You'd be stuck hiding and unable to find an opportunity to launch a counterattack."

“But we’re in class now,” Ron said matter-of-factly. “There’s no need to fight back.”

He was clearly not the only one with this idea; half an hour later, there were hardly any people left practicing in the classroom.

Surprisingly, Na'Vi was among them.

"I definitely won't be able to react, whether I use my wand or just dodge it," Neville said to Dean Thomas.

Neville, who had given up from the start, completely ignored the second half of Moody's sentence and focused on practicing his blocking skills. He was probably the most relaxed person in the classroom.

Moody didn't say anything in response to this situation; he simply kept walking around the classroom, occasionally giving guidance to the students who were still practicing.

"Relax, don't overdo it," he said, standing next to Siron. "Imagine you're holding a sandwich stuffed with fried eggs and sausage, and you're trying not to let them fall out."

"That's quite a unique metaphor," Xilun smirked.

But it must be said that this did give him a sense of it, and a layer of elusive light gradually appeared at the tip of the staff.

"Very good, Mr. Ollivander," Moody said. "Gryffindor plus five points."

Hermione, who was standing to the side, turned her head and took a few deep breaths in frustration. Her orb of light always dissipated as soon as it was formed, and it could never take shape.

As the end of get out of class drew closer, the atmosphere in the classroom grew increasingly tense.

Until a bell rang.

get out of class is over!

Everyone immediately tensed up, staring intently at Moody, especially at his hands.

Fortunately, Moody wasn't holding a wand.

If they just wait a little longer until the bell has completely stopped ringing, the class will be over, and they won't have to worry anymore.

The familiar ringing soon came to an end, and everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

They knew that no matter how neurotic Moody was, he couldn't possibly harm a student at Hogwarts. "Boom!"

A sudden explosion interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Then came Ron's scream.

"Harry, Harry!"

Harry, who was originally behind Moody, was now enveloped in a blinding white light, along with his desk.

Ron was the first to react. He was initially relieved that they were right behind Moody and would definitely not be chosen, but the next second, Harry's desk exploded.

Yes, it exploded, and the flying sawdust stung his skin.

But Ron couldn't care less about any of that at that moment; he only had one thought in his mind: to save Harry.

The white light quickly disappeared, but Harry was also gone; his spot was now empty, with nothing left behind.

Ron's eyes immediately turned red.

"Damn it, Mad-Eye, you killed Harry, I—"

But before he could finish speaking, Hermione covered his mouth.

On the other side, Siren also stood up, picked up a dumb-looking honeybee from the ground, and said, "Professor, we don't usually use Transfiguration Charms to punish students."

"That was before, the rules have changed," Moody said in a hoarse voice. "Be more vigilant; it's not just wands that can cast spells!"

"Also, always pay attention to your surroundings, and even when you're angry, don't let your emotions control you!"

He glanced at everyone, then finally fixed his normal gaze and that blue demonic eye on Ron.

"Homework: Write a summary of blocking techniques, one foot long, and hand it in to me next week in class. — You write two feet long."

Let me reiterate the importance of maintaining clarity and rationality on the battlefield; it's also two feet.

He was referring to Ron.

Clearly, Moody wasn't entirely indifferent to Ron's behavior.

As for Ron, he was dumbfounded at this moment, standing there with his face turning pale and red in turns.

He only feels regret now.

It's bad enough to embarrass him in public, but why punish him with homework? Those were two assignments, a full four feet long!

Will he really be able to finish writing it?