Chương 39: Chapter 39: Practice and Frustration
"Raise your hand."
"Your speeding pace should be moderate, not too fast or too slow. Of course, this is just for beginners like you. If you become proficient later, you can speed up."
"Relax, you see that your broomstick is almost breaking."
The Quidditch stadium was naturally a prank by Pansy. Draco's agreement with her was actually for him to teach Pansy some self-defense magic and some learning knowledge.
He had mentioned it many times before, but Pansy always hesitated. If it wasn't for all kinds of excuses, it was normal for the spoiled young lady to not want to learn.
"Practice like this first." Draco sighed. After teaching for a long time, he had only managed to teach Pansy a simplified iron armor curse, making him wonder if he was not suitable to be a teacher.
Of course, he was more willing to believe that Pansy's foundation was too weak. Most of the exams last semester were passed thanks to his help.
They were now on a grassy field, not far from the Quidditch Stadium. The fluffy grass was comfortable to stand on.
He looked up at the sky and saw only endless blue, except for a few clouds. Seeing that Pansy was practicing correctly, Draco relaxed his mind and tried to focus on his own practice.
"Expecto Patronum!" He recited the spell aloud.
A stream of silver-white gas spewed out from the tip of his wand. He tried hard to shape it into a recognizable form, but it eventually dissipated and drifted back into the air with no power.
"Ah." Draco sighed again. Half the reason the patron saint's release failed was because he was trying to control its form, but it was too difficult.
He had seen in some other books that the patron saint represents a person's hidden, unknown, but inevitable personality. It is very difficult to manipulate the shape of the patron saint, which almost means changing your personality.
"So the power of love is great." Draco thought of Snape's stag deer and remembered that Tonks' rabbit turned into a wolf.
"I'm really over-idealistic." Draco felt a little defeated.
In any case, this was the first problem he had encountered that left him almost completely helpless. "Even if he has the courage to make sacrifices, He has no chance of sacrifice." Draco thought helplessly.
"Try again later," Draco said, dismissing the idea of continuing. I
wasn't because of whether he had a happy memory, but rather the contradiction of the Patronus's form that stopped him. After all, for someone who loves books, just a little bit of knowledge is enough to bring happiness.
Draco glanced at Pansy.
The memories he had with her were enough to make him smile. He thought of the times when she would cry and laugh when he told her stories before.
"Your position is wrong again!" Draco saw that Pansy's hand was crooked again and quickly reminded her.
"Got it," Pansy said through gritted teeth, looking impatient.
"It's a headache teaching someone," Draco said with a sigh, understanding the frustration of some of the teachers who had taught him.
"Look at what I've learned in Defense Against Dark Magic class in the past two years. In my first year, Quirrell was a complete stooge for the teacher.
"This year, the teacher doesn't even know how cast spell than student. They're just a clown, so tell me, if you're in danger, can you rely on your crappy spells?" Draco wanted to make her aware of the root cause of the problem.
"Isn't Hogwarts supposed to be the safest place in the world?" Pansy said, raising her eyebrows.
But the resistance in her tone had weakened a lot. "Although I don't like the old man, everyone says he's the most powerful white wizard. He should protect us too,"
Pansy said, staring at him with her clear eyes. "Besides, you're here, aren't you?"
"I can't always be by your side," Draco said.
"Why not?" Pansy asked, realizing that she had asked a very meaningful question and blushing.
Draco was also a little embarrassed by the question, but then went on to say, "Power is only true when it's in your hands. If you don't practice well, I'll have to find someone special teacher..."
The rest of the words didn't need to be guessed to know what he meant.
Draco felt that the threat effect was coming sooner.
As expected, Pansy immediately went into practice and took the correct posture to practice seriously.
After practicing for a while, Malfoy began to test his teaching results.
"Excepto!" Draco raised his wand and shot out a red light.
"Protego..." Before Pansy could finish speaking the spell, she saw that the wand had left her hand and was now in Malfoy's hand.
Draco frowned, slightly frustrated.
"Your spell was too fast. I didn't have time to react," Pansy began to make excuses for herself.
"The enemy won't be merciful because you can't react immediately," Malfoy said solemnly, but his tone also calmed down.
"It's understandable for the first time. Come here today."
Pansy breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, intense and quirky Quidditch practice was more interesting to her than boring spell practice.
There was no need to ask – she could happily do Quidditch training all morning, but she couldn't calm down and take her studies seriously for even an hour.
"It's really frustrating," Draco said with a long sigh.
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