章 44: 044 Professor Watson's First Lesson (Part 2)
In the face of Ron Weasley's eager gaze, Bryan smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He didn't directly answer Ron's question but instead redirected the topic back to the course at hand, capturing the attention of the young wizards.
"The Defense Against the Dark Arts course, I prefer to call it Danger Defense," Bryan began, his voice resonating through the lecture hall. "It is a comprehensive course where everything you learn in this school, from spells, transfiguration, herbology, potions, to magical creature protection, can be applied. In order to skillfully handle any incoming danger, you must possess three qualities: skill, method, and courage!"
The young wizards listened intently, drawn in by Bryan's charisma and the importance of the subject matter. Even those who weren't particularly fond of studying found themselves paying full attention to Professor Watson's lecture. The prospect of attending a proper Dark Magic Defense class at Hogwarts was considered a rare occurrence, and this opportunity was not lost on the students.
Meanwhile, Hermione Granger diligently wrote down every word Professor Watson said in her notebook, her hand moving quickly across the pages to capture every bit of knowledge imparted.
Bryan's gaze shifted back to Ron, his smile widening. "I won't be teaching you any powerful ancient magic or charms, Mr. Weasley—" Ron's hopeful expression faltered, disappointment evident in his eyes. But before Ron could say anything, Bryan addressed the entire class.
"As for the reason, first of all, I am not the professor of the Charms class. Teaching charms is Professor Flitwick's job, not mine," Bryan explained, his voice clear and calm. "Secondly, there was a time when I was indeed obsessed with the power of ancient magic. But as my research deepened, I found that the majority of ancient magic has completely vanished in the river of time. Even if I were to exhaust all my life's efforts, it would be impossible to find a complete system of offensive and defensive ancient magic. Therefore, I am not particularly proficient in 'authentic' ancient magic."
Bryan's words hung in the air, and the young wizards listened intently, absorbing the knowledge he imparted. Some looked puzzled, unable to fully grasp the significance of his explanation.
Observing their confusion, Bryan pondered for a moment, his mind racing to find a solution. He decided to put on a demonstration, believing that seeing was better than hearing. He took out his wand, the polished wood glinting in the light, instantly capturing the attention of the young wizards who loved this part the most.
A buzz of excitement filled the auditorium as the young wizards eagerly awaited the demonstration. This was their favorite part of any magical class, a chance to witness the power and finesse of experienced wizards.
"Well," Bryan's gaze wandered across the room, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let me do a demonstration. Who can tell me the spell you are most skilled at?"
The auditorium erupted into chaos, resembling thousands of buzzing bees. The young wizards engaged in spirited discussions, their voices blending into a symphony of excitement.
"The Leg-Locking Curse, Professor Watson, I'm good at that!" Gryffindor's Lavender Brown eagerly raised her hand, her enthusiasm evident.
"The Bat-Bogey Hex!" Ginny exclaimed, her voice soft yet hopeful. However, her words were drowned out by the noisy crowd, and Bryan didn't hear her at all.
"Professor Watson, let me go," Draco Malfoy sneered, his gaze fixed on Harry. He stood up, his voice loud and commanding. "The Tarantallegra!"
Crabbe and Goyle burst into laughter, their eyes gleaming with delight, while Harry's competitive spirit ignited, refusing to be outdone by his rival.
The young wizards continued to speak up, each mentioning a different spell they considered their specialty. Spells such as the Tooth-Ache Jinx, the Baldness Curse, and the Tongue-Tying Curse filled the air, leaving Bryan increasingly perplexed. These spells touched upon his knowledge blind spots, unfamiliar and peculiar to him.
Growing increasingly puzzled, Bryan raised his hand to his forehead, a black line forming. He decided to interrupt the chaotic chatter, commanding attention with his authoritative presence. "Wait!"
His voice echoed through the auditorium, causing the young wizards to pause and look at him with curiosity and anticipation. Bryan cleared his throat, his tone slightly exasperated yet filled with a hint of amusement. "Ahem, can't anyone say a spell that's a bit more... normal?"
The young wizards exchanged glances, realizing the peculiarity of their choices. They quieted down, their voices hushed. Finally, Ron Weasley, trembling slightly, raised his hand. "Um, the Levitation Charm, Professor Watson, I'm fairly proficient at that!"
Bryan's relief was palpable as he smiled, his eyes conveying encouragement. He walked up to Ron, standing beside him, and nodded approvingly. "Very good, Mr. Weasley! Let everyone see your Levitation Charm."
Ron's face turned slightly red, a mixture of nervousness and excitement evident on his features. His voice stuttered as he mumbled something in response. Harry and Hermione understood Ron's concern, their supportive voices joining together in a flurry of reassurance.
Bryan listened attentively, his gaze focused on Ron. He understood Ron's doubts and wanted to help him overcome them. "Is your wand broken?" Bryan raised an eyebrow, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "Can you show it to me?"
With a hopeful expression, Ron took out his wand, which was haphazardly taped together with magical tape to prevent it from snapping into two pieces. The sight of the damaged wand caused Malfoy to burst into loud laughter, taunting Ron with his ridicule. "Let's pick someone else, Professor Watson. Weasley's wand might kill everyone here!"
The laughter of the Slytherins echoed through the room, casting a shadow of embarrassment over Ron. His face, flushed with embarrassment, turned as red as if scalded by boiling water.
Bryan's eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting towards the Slytherins. His tone remained calm, but a stern undertone laced his words. "I fail to see what's so funny, Mr. Malfoy. Mocking others doesn't showcase your sense of humor."
As Bryan turned his head and looked at the Slytherins, his unwavering gaze bathed them in a figurative bucket of cold water in the middle of winter. They fell into silence, unable to utter another word, their smirks wiped off their faces. Even Draco Malfoy, known for his arrogance, was silenced, unable to meet Bryan's gaze.
Returning his attention to Ron, Bryan extended his hand, gesturing for the wand. "Can you fix it, Professor Watson?" Ron asked hopefully, looking at Bryan with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.
Bryan didn't reply immediately. Squatting down, he carefully placed Ron's wand on the ground, his eyes flickering with a faint light. He focused his magical energy, channeling it into the damaged wand.
"Reparo!"
The broken wand on the ground immediately shook rapidly, its fractured pieces floating and swirling in the air. A burst of shiny red sparks erupted from the broken end, the fragments aligning perfectly as they were firmly stuck back together. The wand was restored to its original state, appearing as if it had never been damaged.
"You fixed it, Professor Watson!" Ron's eyes lit up with joy, his voice filled with gratitude. "I asked many people, and they all told me that this wand was completely useless!"
"Their assessment is not entirely wrong, Mr. Weasley," Bryan responded, his smile warm and understanding. He carefully examined Ron's wand, running his fingers along its surface. After a brief moment of inspection, he looked up, his eyes meeting Ron's. "A wand is a very delicate alchemical tool. Although I forcefully restored it to its original state with magic, the internal damage remains unresolved. You can use it for now, but you should know that it won't last long. So I still recommend that you get a new one from Ollivander's during the summer break—"
Before Bryan could finish his sentence, Ron's delighted expression overshadowed any concerns. His gratitude and happiness were evident on his face, grateful for Bryan's help in salvaging his beloved wand.
Encouraged by the positive atmosphere, Bryan redirected the focus back to the demonstration. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he exclaimed, urging Ron to showcase his skills. The room held its breath, eagerly awaiting Ron's performance.
With newfound confidence, Ron took a deep breath and focused his concentration. He carefully waved his repaired wand, enunciating the incantation with precision. The feather on the desk in front of him slowly lifted into the air, floating delicately.
"Very good, Mr. Weasley," Bryan applauded, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "A successful Levitation Charm."
The young wizards clapped and cheered, their enthusiasm infectious. Ron beamed with pride, his earlier nervousness replaced with a sense of accomplishment.
"Now, try injecting more magical power," Bryan encouraged, his voice resonating with a gentle yet motivating tone.
Eager to impress, Ron nodded, determined to push his abilities further. He closed his eyes momentarily, channeling his magical energy. With a surge of power, he directed it towards the feather, attempting to amplify the Levitation Charm.
Boom!
The room was engulfed in a sudden explosion, startling everyone present. The feather disintegrated into a flurry of floating debris, the remnants swirling in the air before gently descending onto Ron's confused face.
There was a collective gasp of surprise, and a momentary silence followed. Ron's expression turned sheepish, a mixture of disappointment and embarrassment evident on his features.
However, Bryan remained unfazed by the mishap. He stepped forward, his gaze reassuring. "Very well, Mr. Weasley. You have earned two points for Gryffindor."
Ron's eyes widened, a spark of excitement rekindling within him. The disappointment melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of determination.
"Now, let me show you mine," Bryan declared, his voice resonating with a hint of excitement. He gestured for Ron to step down, allowing him to take the center stage.
The young wizards fixed their gaze on Bryan, their curiosity piqued. The air was pregnant with anticipation as he raised his arm, his wand firmly gripped in his hand.
With a low shout, Bryan's wrist suddenly shook, and his voice reverberated through the auditorium, filled with power and intent.
"Canrady Leviosa!"
In an instant, the atmosphere transformed. The fragile, limp feather burst into a crisp, metallic clang, its transformation leaving the onlookers awestruck.
Bryan swiftly raised his arm, a surge of white light shooting forth like a cold lightning bolt. The light rapidly engulfed the surrounding space, weaving and flickering within and around the intricate metal frame of a chandelier suspended above the auditorium.
Before anyone could react, the light returned to Bryan's palm, leaving behind a profound sense of wonder. The chandelier remained intact, defying gravity and the laws of physics.
Buzzing clang!
A sudden realization struck the students as Hannah Abbott, her voice filled with despair, shouted, "Professor, run! The chandelier is about to fall!"
Panic seized the young wizards, and they scattered in all directions, their terrified screams echoing through the air. The room transformed into a scene of chaos, filled with the desperate attempts of students to escape the impending danger.
However, Bryan found the situation rather amusing. His laughter rang out, a joyful sound amidst the chaos. He raised his wand again, his movements precise and effortless.
As if time had suddenly flowed backward, the large metal chandelier reassembled itself mid-air, defying the laws of nature. It returned to its original position under the ceiling of the auditorium, as if the calamity had never occurred.
Amidst the relieved sighs of the students, Bryan's gaze shifted towards Blaise Zabini, who had been pinned down by Crabbe. He stepped gracefully to the edge of the stage, his smile gentle yet filled with unwavering authority.
"A powerful spell is right beside us, Mr. Zabini," Bryan stated, his voice carrying a weight that demanded understanding. He locked eyes with Blaise, ensuring his words penetrated deep into the young wizard's consciousness.
"Now, do you understand this lesson?"
Author's Note : The mention of the magic system like ancient magic and improving spell by adding magic power are all fictional and may also be true to canon. It will be Further explained in the upcoming chapters.
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章 45: 045 Professor Watson's First Lesson (Part 3)
The second class on Thursday morning was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, combining students from the fifth, sixth, and seventh grades. The class was still held in the Great Hall.
In this class, Bryan, as a professor, had something special to tell the senior students who were about to graduate. He addressed the students, saying, "The fundamental principle of defense techniques lies in the requirement of equal or similar strength. for example, Even if I were to share all the knowledge of dueling and defense in my mind at this very moment, it is unlikely that any of you would last more than three seconds against the formidable Headmaster Dumbledore!"!"
The senior students burst into laughter at this remark. Penelope Clearwater, Percy Weasley's girlfriend from Ravenclaw, raised her hand and curiously asked, "What about you, Professor Watson? Can you defeat Headmaster Dumbledore?"
Bryan playfully pouted and smiled, turning around and walking to the other side, saying, "Don't ask me such embarrassing questions, Miss Clearwater!" He then continued, "There is a way of dividing strength among wizards who have received traditional magic education. You can learn from it and refer to it." The Great Hall fell silent, and more than two hundred pairs of curious eyes were fixed on Professor Watson.
"As you all know, some traditional genre wizards still use one-on-one or one-on-many modes to train successors. According to ancient tradition, they call young wizards who are still receiving popular education in magic knowledge 'Wizard Apprentices.' In terms of horizontal comparison, the peak period of a wizard apprentice should be a young wizard who has obtained four or more certificates in the OWLS exam of modern magic education." The young wizards became happy upon hearing this, as most of them had reached this level. But Professor Watson's next statement dampened their spirits, "The premise is to obtain this certificate with excellent grades."
Percy, who had achieved all 12 excellent results in his OWLS certificate, felt a flush of pride and held his head up. There was no doubt that his overall level surpassed that of wizard apprentices.
"What comes after apprentice wizards, professor?" Flint asked eagerly, showing interest in the subject for the first time in class.
"The next step is, of course, an official wizard," Bryan replied straightforwardly. "But the range of vertical progression for wizards at this level is vast. Compared to modern magic education, it goes down to the level of OWLS-qualified students and up to... well," Bryan pondered for a moment, then said uncertainly, "The upper limit is probably at the level of Elite Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. Sorry, the description may not be very accurate because it's not a systematic division."
No one paid much attention to Professor Watson's apology; they were all eager to know more. Especially the young wizards who had family members working in the Ministry of Magic knew how powerful the Elite Aurors were, and they couldn't wait to pry more information from Professor Watson.
Percy, who had been proven to be an official wizard, forgot to maintain his prefect demeanor and stared helplessly at Bryan.
"The peak of an official wizard is probably the highest achievement most people studying magic can reach in their lifetime. Anything beyond that is not within the reach of ordinary individuals. In ancient times, only those who were gifted and lucky could forge their own unique magical paths and be chosen by the royal family as 'court wizards.'"
The mention of court wizards ignited a fervent buzz among the young wizards. The discussion surged to new heights, lasting for nearly ten minutes uninterrupted. Many students confidently asserted that their own family members were deserving of the revered title of court wizard, drawing upon Professor Watson's description.
"Consider Professor Snape's unparalleled skill in potion-making, Professor McGonagall's mastery of transfiguration, Professor Flitwick's expertise in modern standard spells, and Professor Sprout's vast knowledge of herbal medicine—each of them could be regarded as esteemed court wizards in ancient times!"
Professor Watson's smiling demeanor elevated the discussion in the Great Hall to a higher level, and it continued for nearly ten minutes without interruption. However, the conversation gradually took a direction that Bryan did not intend to see. Every student believed that their own family's head was a deserving court wizard, but they were skeptical about the other three heads of houses.
Severus Snape, in particular, received the most criticism. Some Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff students whispered that Snape, who only stayed in the basement brewing potions, was not worthy of the prestigious title of 'court wizard'. This angered the Slytherin students, and Flint, a tall and imposing figure, stood in front of all the Slytherins like a wall, ready to defend their honor. He glared at those who doubted Slytherin, as if he was about to pounce on them and tear them apart.
"Flint, get off the table quickly before I get angry," Bryan's calm tone instantly brought Marcus back to his senses. He obediently got off the table and sincerely apologized to Bryan.
"I'm telling you all this just to give you a basic understanding. When you encounter danger in the future, don't charge fearlessly against powerful wizards who are far beyond your own strength. It's not your duty to fight them."
The young wizards suddenly realized that, besides Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, there was another wizard who possessed the ability to remain calm. Bryan's deep eyes calmed everyone down, and he nodded in satisfaction. "Now, I think we should continue the previous topic and discuss how to deal with a werewolf that goes crazy upon seeing the full moon. It's actually very simple. You just need to..."
"Professor Watson—"
At that moment, Penelope Clearwater, who had previously asked if she could defeat Dumbledore, raised her hand again.
"Do you have any more questions, Miss Clearwater?"
Bryan strolled over to the Ravenclaw students, looking at her gently, and guessed that this Ravenclaw with a thirst for knowledge wanted to ask something.
"You haven't finished yet, Professor Watson."
In the chaos just moments ago, Penelope, who had been stepped on several times, had been rubbing her ankles under the desk while muttering. It was adorable, and Percy in Gryffindor couldn't help but melt at the sight.
"Wizard apprentices, official wizards, court wizards. What comes next, professor? Are there any more levels?"
"Oh!" Bryan pretended to remember, and with an inexplicable smile, he looked back and forth at the audience, as if intentionally teasing the young wizards. "Sorry, I forgot. There is indeed another level above court wizards."
"Limited information is available about the wizards above court wizards, as they are rare and their abilities are extraordinary," Bryan continued. "These wizards possess unparalleled mastery over their chosen field of magic and are revered as the greatest wizards of their time. They have achieved feats that are considered almost impossible by ordinary standards."
The students listened intently, their eyes shining with ambition and curiosity.
"Some examples of those wizards from history include Merlin, Morgana Le Fay, and other figures of myth and legend. Their names have echoed through the ages as paragons of magical prowess," Bryan explained.
Then hurry up and tell us what are they called!
Bryan could read this sentiment in the eyes of many.
The dismissal bell had rung, and the vibrations from hundreds of people walking on the floor could be felt on the ceiling of the Great Hall. Some quick-witted young wizards had already stood by the second-floor railing, peering down.
Hurry up, Professor! Class is already over!
The young wizards in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class were no longer satisfied with expressing their urgency through their eyes. They stood up one after another and softly urged Bryan.
The crowd on the second floor instinctively parted, creating a path as Dumbledore, having just finished his meal, emerged with a warm smile on his face.
"Grand Magus--" Bryan raised his head and nodded to Dumbledore, returning the smile.
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Author's Note : At first i regarded the wizarding realm above the court wizards 'saint' but one of you readers: 'Primordial' suggested it to be 'Grand Magus, so i changed it.
If you have some similar suggestions regarding character names, power levels, spell names, etc; you can comment, i will consider and change it.
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