Chapter 879 You Are the Worst Class I Have Ever Led

Not everyone is suitable to be a wizard on the combat side. Magic is the power of the mind. In fact, it can be seen from the usual performance.

The more aggressive the personality, the better material for a wizard on the combat side.

As far as Anton knows, among the previous students of the school, the one who has the most potential in this area should be Aberforth Dumbledore who is now nesting in the Pig's Head Bar.

This super bull who was in school back then, but no one dared to duel with him, the standard Gryffindor, the most suitable master with a long sword in one hand and a wand in one hand.

As for why he didn't make his mark in the mainstream wizarding society, it was more because of his childhood, and that incomparably tough old brother resolutely gave up the pace of social change, and went to school to be his teacher in disgust.

Anton could even guess how tragic Aberforth was during the period when Albus was a teacher. In his eyes, the elder brother would definitely not be better than Snape in Harry's eyes.

In contrast, Ron is obviously out of tune with Harry and Hermione. His personality is soft but tough, and he is not very suitable for the tough fighting side.

Even if he is brave, every time Draco intends to bully Harry or Hermione, Ron is always the first one, but his performance is still unsatisfactory, which also has root causes.

He seems to have a more sensitive heart than his brother. He was also born in a pure-blood family. He remembers clearly the big and small things in the wizarding world. He is often the newbie village of Harry, a friend raised by a Muggle family Guide the elf.

It's a more old-school wizarding way of thinking.

In the rebellious Weasley, like a husky among wolves, no matter how you think about it, the eyes are a bit strange.

Anton remembered some of the content he had read in his previous life. In the general wizard level exam, Ron passed a total of 7 O.W.L. certificates.

Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbalism, Potions, Transfiguration.

Except for astronomy, all are good grades.

At the same time, he has an excellent level of language talent, not only can imitate the Parseltongue, but also the voice of Peter Pettigrew.

All of this seems to be just a middle-of-the-road posture, but if you set aside the set of criteria for judging wizards on the combat side, you can easily capture Ron's talent.

Extremely sensitive heart, solid foundation in all aspects, gifted in language...

Obviously, compared with the twins George Fred, he was just unlucky to meet Harry Potter, and was led to the tone of fighting and confrontation, and had no chance to find a suitable path for him.

Anton is looking forward to what kind of effect the complete system of 'everyday magic' that he has developed in the future will explode on Ron.

Maybe Ron should have embraced the 'Spirit of Fear' more and the battle of inner courage.

When this kind of inner game should not just stop at a certain burst of inner courage, but should become a daily routine, then with Ron's sensitive and soft heart, Anton is enough to spend a lot of effort to cultivate.

But now...

It's Harry, Draco and Hermione's time.

"You are different from others."

When Anton talked about this, he glanced at Ron who was practicing "Spirit of Fear" from a distance, and Ron cast a pitiful look from a distance.

Apparently the kid wanted to study with Harry and Hermione and Anton too.

It's a pity that Anton didn't pay attention to him, and turned his head to look at the three people in front of him.

"When you learn magic, don't talk about the principle of magic, learn to release it, and leave the rest to the fighting instinct."

"Harry is suitable for learning more powerful magic, the more powerful the better."

"Draco is suitable for learning magic that requires fine manipulation, and pursues flexibility."

"Hermione, you have to go in the direction of erudition, and find more magic coordination that suits you to control the field."

"Then, let's not talk nonsense, let's learn a very powerful attack magic, Shenfeng Wuying."

"Professor Snape invented this when he was a student, and I was allowed to teach it to you after I asked for his opinion."

"He only has one requirement, that is, he must first learn Shenfeng Wuying's anti-curse before he can start teaching Shenfeng Wuying's teaching."

"After you learn this spell, your courses will change."

"I will teach Harry how to make this magic powerful, I will teach Draco how to control it finely, and I will teach Hermione how to make the magic spell adapt to the needs of various scenes."

"Of course, if you are interested, you can listen to it together, but don't hold too much comparison. You should pay more attention to the directions I mentioned."

"Believe me, I am good at pondering the soul, and I know what is suitable for you."

"Now, everyone draws their wands."

"Shenfeng Wuying's anti-curse is very simple. Based on the 'Bone Shield' that I taught you before, these are all spells that also extend to the theory of the 'Guardian Charm'. There are too many similarities."

"It shouldn't be difficult for you."

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed red by the sunset glow, and as the birds on their way home sing, the breeze begins to carry a hint of coolness.

The green grass in the Beast Lane Valley on the edge of the Forbidden Forest swayed with the wind, and everything seemed very quiet.

Hannah and Anna were lying on the balcony on the second floor of the cabin, drinking scented tea and chatting, watching Anton's teaching screen from a distance, pointing and laughing without knowing what to say.

After an unknown amount of time, Anton's roar came from far away, "Ha~ Rui~ Pot! You stupid idiot, be firm, are you afraid of hurting the stones or flowers in front of you?"

As he spoke, Anton waved the wand without a core violently, and a huge azure blue light surged, like a giant blade, cutting from in front of him all the way to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Where the magic light passed, the ground cracked, mud and stones splashed, and trees collapsed.

The terrifying attack plowed a huge gully hundreds of meters long in front of him.

It caused everyone to exclaim.

"Do you see it! Do you see it?"

"Be firm! Do you understand?"

"Also, you are not allowed to imagine the target as Voldemort. The method I told you before is a lazy trick. It can be done well now, but what about in the future?"

"After Voldemort died, what did you do? Are you abolished?"

"Do you only have Voldemort in your eyes? What about you, yourself? Without Voldemort, wouldn't you be you?"

"Control your heart, be pure, shout louder, it's none of my business if you are dumb, shout, shout, everyone on the other side of the Quidditch pitch can hear it!"

"And you, Draco, what a fart you are, you idiot, let you master the changes of magic, understand, to feel the subtle feelings released by magic!"

"Now you are more powerful than Harry in releasing the spell. You use your own weaknesses to compete with others. Your stupidity makes me laugh!"

"See that stone, I ask you to cut it into four pieces, ha, you ask me how can it be cut into four pieces with a knife? Do you really think it's knife energy?"

"This is magic! Do you understand magic?"

"And you, Hermione, what is the magic front Wuying you cast, I asked it to turn, understand, turning, not turning into a soft noodle!"

"This is an extremely powerful attack magic, it is an extremely sharp aggression, understand, come again!"

"You are simply the worst class I have ever led!"

On the hillside in the distance, George and Fred were stirring the animal food in the wooden bucket with a large iron spoon, and poured a spoonful of it into the ditch next to it, letting the animal food flow along the water to the other side of the hill In the valley, there are some magical little animals with duck bills.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the way Anton taught them is simply rude." George complained.

Fred shrugged. "Yes, that's pathetic."

Usually Anton is soft-spoken when teaching them, and even likes to interact and play around a bit, making the learning atmosphere particularly pleasant.

In the distance, Goyle and Crabbe watched with some envy, they wished they were the ones being yelled at now.

They had come to ask Draco to eat, but it seemed...

I can't afford it, I can't afford it, I slipped away.