That night, Allen left the tower happily and came to the deck to look out, enjoying the last night before arriving at Dermstrong College. The sea breeze at night made him clear, the sea water slapped the side of the boat, and the hull rattled and groaned. All this was particularly wonderful in Allen's ears, even the smell of salty and fishy sea water seemed to have a romantic mood.

It was not until a wet owl rolled and fell to Allen that Allen came back to his senses from this rare and comfortable and relaxed time.

Allen kindly used magic to dry the feathers for the poor owl. It was not easy to find himself on this constantly moving boat in the North Sea. Thinking of this, he fed the owl a lot of tuna meat, and even specially picked some good meat on the belly and chin for it.

After touching the little thing's head, Alan removed the letter on its leg and found that the envelope had its own family's varnish seal. If the letter was unwrapped without a special spell, it would be like a roaring letter - it would destroy itself after the roaring.

Although it was a bit strange, Allen took out his wand to untie the fire paint mark. But when he aimed the wand at the paint mark, he hesitated for a moment. Allen felt that Luna's previous words were reasonable. So he asked the wand to be put back into the device in his arm, and used the spell without a stick, and then opened the letter.

After browsing quickly, Allen pondered for a moment, unfolded the letter again, read it carefully, and frowned. Allen held the parchment paper and walked back and forth on the deck for a few times, then sat back and forth at the table and wrote back to his father.

He pulled a piece of parchment and dipped the eagle-haired quill with ink. As soon as he started writing, his right hand holding the quill stopped. He rubbed his temples with his knuckles, his expression was entangled, and finally he kneaded the parchment into a ball and pushed it to the side of the table.

After thinking about it, he took back the wrinkled parchment paper and taped a little letter paper with his wand. The parchment paper floated up and started to burn itself from the lower right corner in the air, turning into ashes, and falling into the sea. Alan stood up a little melancholy and decided to think for a while before replying to his father.

The next day, the course that Harry was most looking forward to at Hogwarts was the Dark Magic Defense class, not only because he was very talented in this subject, but also because the professor of this subject was Lupin.

With this kind of expectation, even if you have to take a potion class to take a black magic defense class, it cannot break Harry's good mood.

Professor Lupin likes to lead everyone to practical classes on black magic defense. The papers he assigned are also quite moderate in length, so his class is widely loved by young wizards.

When Harry came to the classroom of the Black Magic Defense Class, a familiar wardrobe was placed against the wall in the classroom. As more and more people entered the classroom, the wardrobe shook violently and bumped into the wall.

"Bogt?" Ron guessed strangely, "we learned how to deal with Bogt in our third grade?"

A very loud sound came from behind him, and an impatient smacking sound was Hermione. She was now angry when she got the news of Allen's attack from Mr. Harris.

"What are you smacking at us?" Ron said irritated.

"Nothing." Hermione said coldly.

"You're just smacking your lips," said Ron. "I said I don't know why I have to learn Boggart again, and then you-"

"Don't that understand?" The superiority of Hermione's face made Ron even more angry.

"If you don't want to tell us, don't say it." Ron said angrily.

"Very good," Hermione said arrogantly, then striding to the other end of the classroom.

"She doesn't know," Ron said in a daze at Hermione's back, "Alan has left, she has no friends anymore, she just wants me to talk to her again."

"I think you're overthinking, Ron." Harry blinked, "Obviously, Professor Lupin will not teach us again to deal with Boggart. It is very likely to deal with things that are not easy to find, but are terrifying. For example, he used Boggart to teach me how to use the patron sage."

"Harry is right, we are going to learn the patron sage in this class." Professor Lupin's voice came from behind Harry.

"Professor Lupin." Harry and Ron turned around at the same time and shouted in unison.

Professor Lupin summoned the little wizards to his side with a smile, "The spell I will demonstrate and teach you later is a very profound magic, far beyond the level of ordinary wizards. This spell is called the Guardian Spell. Its main function is to be used to resist dementors. In addition, according to the book "Where Are the Fantasy Beasts", the Guardian Spell is also the only known spell that can expel magical creatures called shumbs. In addition, if you have enough talent and profound magic power, after fully mastering this spell, it can also be used to convey messages, so that your Guardian can convey the words you want to say."

The little wizards became restless. They had long envied the little wizards in the training class for mastering this spell, and now they have the opportunity to learn.

The members of the training class were also very happy. Except for the lower grade members, almost all of them mastered this spell, which saved time to learn other more advanced knowledge. The school’s regular teaching content is no longer satisfying them.

"The guardian is a positive force, and its spell is-" Luping cleared his throat, "Call the gods guard!"

"Hushen Guard," the little wizards repeated in imitation of Lupin's tone, "Hushen Guard."

"If you recite this mantra, you must focus all your thoughts on a particularly pleasant moment, or have a strong desire to protect it, then the mantra will take effect," explained Professor Lupin.

The little wizards racked their brains to think about the moments that made them happy, repeatedly waving their wands to practice the spell.

When their pronunciation and movements were basically accurate, Professor Lupin asked Harry to walk to the middle of the classroom to demonstrate the spell to everyone.

Professor Lupin grabbed the clicking cabinet door handle and pulled it out. A dementor slowly emerged from the box. The lights in the classroom flashed a few times, and a chill that penetrated the bone marrow enveloped the classroom...

When the little wizards left the Black Magic Defense Classroom while eating chocolate and came to the sun outside the castle, the feeling of exhaustion facing the dementors was far away from them.

"Hermione and Harry both got tens for Gryffindor, and we got twenty at once." Neville said happily.

"But what I'm more worried about is that if Professor Lupin uses the same criteria to judge Ravenclaw or Slytherin - the members of that training class are almost all in these two academies. If you can use the Patron Spell, you can get extra points... However, everyone in our academy performed well. No one was as timid as the dementors, and was not as shameful as those Hufflepuffs." Thinking of this, Ron was very satisfied with his performance. Although he did not feel the Patron Spell, he felt that he was brave, at least he didn't cry like Hannah Aibo, right? Ron was secretly proud.

"Did you see it? Professor Lupin praised me for the very handsome movements of casting curses." Simo shouted.

"Bang!!! If there was no such explosion in the end," Dean imitated the loud noise caused by Semo's spell just now.

The Gryffindors around them all laughed. Although, in addition to Harry and Hermione, the best performing Parvati Pettier of their group, was just casting a little white air from his wand, this did not prevent the terrifying and exciting black magic defense class from becoming a favorite course for the Little Lions who like to practice practical exercises.

Even though he acted as badly as ever, he liked the courses of this very kind and friendly Professor Lupin the most. Especially before taking the Black Magic Defense Class, when he was once again devastated by Snape in the Potion Class, Lupin, who is good at encouraging losers, became his idol in his eyes.

In the afternoon, the wizards ushered in the first game of the Hogwarts Quidditch season in the storm - Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff.

"Hufflepuff can't beat Ravenclaw," Ron curled his lips, "especially when Cedric is already graduated."

"I guess they'll lose at least two hundred points," George said.

"But if they beat Ravenclaw..."

"Impossible, Ravenclaw is too awesome, and Hufflepuff didn't have time to complete the reconstruction."

As they said, Ravenclaw won the big score without any suspense, and in the wind and rain, the Hufflepuff players in light yellow robe left the field with their heads down.

Harry felt that what needs to be paid attention to was definitely not the result of this game. The tactical strategies shown by Ravenclaw in this game were treacherous and changeable. They seemed to be using the Hufflepuffs to detect their daily training results. Although they still seem a little unfamiliar, these Ravenclaws constantly changed and used various professional tactics that can only be seen when the Wizards' TV broadcasts the professional club Quidditch game. Their players are also brave enough to try various difficult personal moves. Harry felt that Gryffindor had no Cedric Hufflepuff now, and winning was not a big problem, but if they wanted to open such a big score like Ravenclaw, they could only use their best playing style to do it.

After the game, looking at Hermione who was talking to Allen's sister Emily at Slytherin Academy, Harry was puzzled and surprised at how Hermione performed while watching the game with them today. Hermione had indeed read Quidditch books in the first grade and memorized them all, but perhaps because her flying talent was not as good as other courses when she was in flight class that year. Even though Hermione often cheered for herself and Allen off the court, she was not very interested in the actual game. But what was surprising this time was that even Harry herself could not compare to Hermione's Quidditch tactical cultivation.

Lavenclaws showed some professional tactics. Although Harry and the others had heard of them, they had recently seen the actual use of some games due to the broadcast of Wizard TV, but he himself did not understand the principles.

However, during the game, Hermione was able to tell the principles clearly on the sidelines, and even predict their next arrangements in advance. Cooperating with the performance of Lavenclaws on the court, Harry felt that he had learned a lot of knowledge that he could not see in books.

Thinking of this, Harry finally couldn't help but speak to Hermione: "Hermione, how could you understand ball so well?"
Chapter completed!