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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Since the details of Monday afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class were widely circulated, in the next few days, inside and outside the castle, there was only one topic, and that was Bryan Watson.

According to Cho Chang of Ravenclaw, at dinner that day, after Professor Flitwick heard about the levitating spell that Professor Watson showed, he rushed into Professor Watson's office without saying a word, and stayed there for a full four hours.

Fred and George also confirmed the reliability of the news. It was past one o'clock in the middle of the night. The two of them were adventuring in the castle. When they passed the third floor, they happened to meet Professor Flitwick dragging his exhausted body, panting, leaving Professor Watson's office. There was still a contented smile on his rosy cheeks.

"Sah!"

Ron stood on the sofa in the lounge and controlled the goose feather that had been picked out of the sofa cushion, with a strange expression in his mouth. He roared, "Let you see my Empowered 'Levitation Charm'!"

As he spoke, he quickly shook the repaired wand, just like Professor Watson did that day, pointing the wand straight at the sky. Then everyone nearby saw the feather floating above Ron's head wobble, crawling towards the ceiling at a speed not much faster than a snail, and finally disappearing in the brilliant candlelight.

Harry sat with his hand on the copy of 'Flying with the Cannons' that Ron had given him over the Christmas holidays and hiccupped happily after seeing this.

Ever since Professor Watson repaired Ron's wand in Defense Against the Dark Arts class and gave Ron his first bonus of the semester, Ron completely forgot that Professor Watson used wonderful alchemy props to monitor all the little wizard's unhappiness, making him a loyal fan.

To be honest, the stupid thing Ron is doing now has happened many times in the castle. Malfoy once reviewed the Levitation Charm on a wooden stick in Transfiguration class, hoping that it would fly over and pierce Harry's eyes. He was then deducted twenty points by the angry Professor McGonagall.

It had to be said that Professor Watson was extremely impressive in class,, and even Harry himself secretly gestured with his wand in the dormitory when no one was around.

"If I can practice like Professor Watson!"

Ron jumped off the sofa cushion, looked at the chandelier above his head, and murmured in a sleepy tone, "Hmph, let's see who dares to underestimate me again, I will first poke a thousand needle holes in Percy's ass with a feather, and then poke two big holes in Malfoy's face."

"If you really want to do all of this, Ron—"

wrote across the table Hermione, who was drawing, said in an impatient tone, "Then you should sit down and study the spell model of the Enhanced 'Levitation Charm' seriously with me, instead of gesticulating!"

"Oh, what a nuisance, why did you just can't say something that I can do, Hermione."

Ron, who fell from dream to reality, immediately hung his face dissatisfied.

"It's difficult, Hermione?!"

Harry blinked his emerald eyes and asked playfully. In the days without attacks in the Chamber of Secrets and without Lockhart, he seemed happy every day.

"It's more difficult than ever, Harry. You can't imagine what Professor Watson did to the Levitation Charm. To be honest, I even thought it was an after-school homework for Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, since they knew Hermione, it was the first time that they heard Hermione express dissatisfaction with the homework of any class so clearly.

"...It took me four full days to figure out that the 'Canri' in 'Canrady Leviosa' is taken from the ancient rune, 'Curilad Canri' - Titan Blade, put in this spell, it means 'sharp' and 'indestructible'!"

"Ancient runes can, but isn't that a course that only starts in the third grade?"

Neville, who was eavesdropping on the side, listened and turned his head and said anxiously.

"Well said, Neville!"

Hermione crossed her arms angrily, but her eyes were not sure to leave the parchment spread out on the table, the spell model that was drawn messily.

"And the pronunciation of the word 'Wingardium' is a ring in the spell model of the Levitation spell structure, its function is to limit the input of magic power, thereby weakening the effect of the Levitation Charm, so Professor Watson canceled it!"

"That is to say!"

Ron's eyes lit up and he moved closer to Hermione, pretending to be himself. Can understand complex spell models on paper.

"Can you use the Upgraded 'Levitation Charm'?!"

"It's not that simple, Ron!"

Hermione's wand thudded on the table as she exclaimed, "It's not that simple, Ron! I may have deciphered Professor Watson's thought process behind the spell transformation, but it doesn't mean I possess the ability to perform it. I lack the precise control over magic power and the skill to seamlessly combine two parts under increased magical energy input—a formidable composite spell!"

Harry, Ron, and Neville looked at each other, and they all suddenly felt lonely in their two years of magic learning!

"Hermione."

Looking at the restless Hermione, Harry hesitantly comforted, "It doesn't matter if you can't use it, you have always been the best one in the first and second grades. So far, no one else can figure out Professor Watson's 'Upgraded' Levitation Charm!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't use it. What are you talking about, Harry!"

Hermione stared at Harry in surprise, as if Harry had said something as shocking as being expelled from school. "This is our homework!"

"But—"

Neville rubbed his two chubby hands together, looking even more disturbed, "Professor Watson's exact words were—you can try to study this spell, and if anyone succeeds, I'll give him twenty points."

"Oh, Neville!" Hermione looked very upset. "We can't just be lazy because of a potential loophole in Professor Watson's homework!"

"Don't pay attention to her, Neville. Our Miss Perfection has a great dream of becoming a 'Grand Magus'!"

The Weasley brothers, who had just been selling big dung eggs in the crowd, walked over shoulder to shoulder, and brought along their good friend, the Quidditch commentator, Lee Jordan.

Hermione immediately hugged a large pile of reference books on the table angrily, grabbed her research results, and walked to the girls' dormitory without looking back.

"You shouldn't have annoyed her—"

Ron looked at his two brothers and shrugged innocently, "you made Harry and me have to do our Potions homework by ourselves—"

"Oh, sorry, are you okay!"

Hermione, who was running up the spiral staircase, accidentally knocked into someone due to her speed, and the book in her arms fell to the ground.

"No, it's nothing!"

Ginny, who looked a little abnormal, tightly clutched her bulging pockets. After getting up from the ground, she didn't care much about who hit her and ran away quickly with her head down. Hermione was left alone at the foot of the stairs , looking at Ginny's panicked back with a furrowed brow, filled with concern.

Inside the dimly lit dormitory, Parvati and Lavender sat on the same bed, giggling secretly as they admired a signed photo of Professor Lockhart. Their conversation soon shifted to comparing the handsomeness of Professor Watson and Professor Lockhart, and discussing which second-year witches had received love letters.

Hermione, eavesdropping on their conversation for a while, felt a sense of boredom creeping in. The magical lamp at the head of the bed cast Hermione's slender back onto the wall opposite the bed. Lost in thought, Hermione stared at the dark silhouette, reflecting on the Weasley twins' jokes and Ron's apparent indifference when he left. For some unknown reason, she suddenly felt that the nights in early spring were colder than the harshest winter.

Clutching her robe tightly, Hermione's beautiful brown eyes became misty as tears welled up. She gazed out the window at the faint glimmer of stars, contemplating the words that resonated within her lonely heart: "The strong are always lonely."

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