Chapter 98 Teaching

This change is actually of great significance, because he just took a simpler shortcut compared to before.

It does not mean that the difficulty has increased, but the wizard's knowledge has not found such a shortcut.

If he is willing to teach it, others can still easily get started, without waving a wand or chanting a spell, just let the magic power in the body surge in a certain way.

Hope was not satisfied with this. From the spell just now, he knew that this continuation spell was just a kind of enhancement magic effect, which increased the pumpkin juice at the cost of magic power.

It is essentially a kind of enhancement magic. Since it can be used on pumpkin juice, why can't it be used on other objects.

Hope sat in a chair and stared at the pumpkin juice in front of him in a daze, but in fact he was feeling the universality of the magic just now.

That magic is equivalent to a certain kind of tiny branch of enhancement magic. He is now following this tiny branch to the main vein, looking for the one of enhancement magic, so that all things return to one, and find all things from one.

He picked up the pumpkin juice in front of him with one hand and drank it as a drink.

After just a moment, he suddenly put down the half-drunk pumpkin juice and picked up the wand again.

Just as his wand was about to touch the glass, he suddenly paused and turned his head to see Hermione staring at him, with her little head slightly raised under her messy hair, as if she wanted to compare herself with Hope.

He immediately gave up his original idea and waved his wand to cast a spell.

The next moment, the glass changed.

Snap!

A crisp sound rang out, attracting the attention of people nearby, and they saw the messy table in front of Hope.

The originally exquisite high-footed glass seemed to melt, and the thin and transparent wall of the cup was in a mess, becoming thick and rough, with many cracks on it.

The pumpkin juice flowed out along the cracks and soon raised the table to a mess.

Seeing this, Harry immediately patted his shoulder, gave him an understanding look to comfort him, and pointed to his own masterpiece. At first glance, it was very similar to Hope's cup. The pumpkin juice did not increase at all, but the glass became very bad.

Hope looked in the direction Harry pointed, with a helpless look in his eyes. He knew that Harry's cup was obviously the result of the failure of the spell, but the reason why his glass was like this was not failure.

Hope could only look at Harry with sympathy.

However, Harry thought that Hope received his comfort and nodded immediately, completely unaware of Hope's psychology at the moment.

Little did he know that although it was also a zero-point test paper, Hope got zero points because he filled in very difficult content, while Harry was pure...

Thinking that he had had such a hard time before, he looked at Harry with more sympathy.

Hope waved his wand casually, and the table was immediately cleaned up, and the cup was restored to its original state.

"Hope, it's not like you, pay attention to this action〃~!"

Hermione called him across Harry and the others, correcting Hope's swinging action, with an unconcealable smile in her eyes, and unconsciously relieved in her heart.

Obviously, after knowing that Hope had mastered a difficult spell recently, Hermione has been in a tense state, and she has also studied harder.

At this moment, seeing Hope's failure, she immediately regained some confidence.

This is actually not bad. If it was at the beginning of the school, Hermione would never be like this. She might have snorted arrogantly and taught him the action with a condescending attitude.

Hope nodded perfunctorily, pretending to have memorized it, but in fact he didn't care in his heart.

Whether before or after mastering the magic instinct characteristics, the action of swinging the wand is meaningless.

Before, he had the characteristics of a life expert, and he could easily cast the continuation spell no matter what the swing action was.

Strictly following the action is just a requirement for novices, and it doesn't make much sense for wizards who are proficient in magic.

Besides, the refilling spell after his modification did not need any action or spell, it was just unnecessary to avoid exposing something.

Hope continued to look at the glass on the table. The magic he had just cast did not fail, because his target was not pumpkin juice, but the glass.

From the result, the glass did increase, but it did not increase in the direction he wanted, so he needed to continue to change it.

Hope stared at the glass for a while and woke up soon.

Holding the wand in his hand, it should be successful this time.

The previous increase magic was indeed successful. This time, it was enough to divide some energy to control the direction and details of their increase, which was not difficult.

It was just a matter of inserting an idea. Magic is such a casual thing. If you have an idea in your mind, it can become a reality with the help of magic.

Hope once again pretended to chant the spell and wave the wand.

The next moment, the glass had obvious changes, as if it was enlarged a little, and the size was raised a little. When put together with Harry's cup, there was a clear difference [the pumpkin sweat in the city did not increase at all.

However, as the capacity of the cup increases, the amount of pumpkin juice seems to decrease instead of increase.

It was clearly a failure in Hermione's eyes.

Hermione immediately stood up, pushed Harry and the others aside, and sat next to Hope.

"Look, this is the action. Any mistake will affect the release of the spell!"

Hermione sincerely corrected Hope's actions and kept covering up for him, which made Hope nod repeatedly.

Finally, under Hermione's unblinking gaze, he cast the Refilling Spell again, and this time the action was exactly the same as what Hermione taught.

Sure enough, as the spell fell, the pumpkin juice surged until it filled the entire container.

Seeing this, Hermione nodded with satisfaction, and her spirits were high. In her opinion, Hope mastered this spell under her teaching, and she contributed a lot!

Hope's face flashed a smile, picked up the slightly larger tall glass, put it to her lips and took a sip.

Hermione, who was sitting next to him, obviously didn't notice that when Hope put down the tall glass, the pumpkin juice obviously surged and refilled.

This was not that Hope had cast the refilling spell again in secret, but that the magic just cast used the magic solidification feature, making this large tall glass into a glass with a refilling spell attached.

The effect is good!

It is worthy of being a feature from the Philosopher's Stone.

Hope nodded with great satisfaction. The magic solidification feature can definitely bring more than just turning stones into gold.

Just like his blood can be used to enhance the effects of various potions, magic solidification can be used in various types of magic.

It's just that the magic solidification feature has not been superimposed yet. It must be thoroughly integrated to obtain a ten thousand times superposition before a more powerful effect can be shown.

Thinking of this, Hope turned on his treasure perception feature and began to look for it.

Under the ten thousand times treasure perception feature, Hope just thought about the characteristics of the magic crystal in his mind, and most of the fluorescence in his senses suddenly went out.

The treasures that are still fluorescent are basically some kind of crystal-shaped treasures, and there are really a lot of them.

It seems that the exclusive task of fusing the Philosopher's Stone is not difficult to do, but even if he can easily use Apparition to reach every corner of the world, the progress of fusing the Philosopher's Stone is full of time.

In this way, he needs to Apparition tens of thousands of times, which is not a small workload.

Hope's eyes flashed. If he relies on himself alone, it will definitely not be completed in a short time, and it will take a lot of effort.

So it is better to hand it over to others, which can save some effort.

A suitable candidate suddenly emerged in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, as the bells of Hogwarts rang, the little wizards walked out of the classroom and went to the auditorium. Only empty cups were left in the classroom, and Hope's desk was very empty.

Hope found an excuse to say goodbye to Harry and the others as usual, and did not go to the auditorium to eat together.

He turned and appeared in the United College, and his appearance changed accordingly. The robe on his body was already the school uniform of the United College, and there was also the logo of the college on his chest.

Looking at the United Academy which had just entered the night, he could not help but feel a little emotional. Now he no longer needed to be in awe of anything, and he did not hide directly, but walked openly in this academy.

As usual, he found Huo Bufan near the stone tower. At this moment, Huo Bufan was sitting alone on the stone steps located high up.

The stone tower was still as lively as before, and figures were moving quickly inside the stone tower, but Huo Bufan seemed to be in a hurry, staring at his fingers in a daze [I don't know what he was thinking about.

When he felt someone sitting next to him, Huo Bufan slowly looked up, and the moment he saw Hope, his face changed (Zhao Qian's), and finally looked at Hope with a complicated expression.

"..."Who are you?"

Before Hope could say anything, Huo Bufan asked first, but Hope was puzzled by his words.

Could it be that he was cast under a forgetfulness spell? It has only been a few days since he last saw Chun. "My grandfather said that you can't be the son of the Third Master! What is your purpose in approaching me?"

Huo Bufan looked suspicious, his eyes were sharp, and his voice was sharp.

Yiping felt that he had been kept in the dark for a while.

Looking at Huo Bufan's irritated look, Hope frowned slightly. "What do you mean?" "If you are really my Third Master's son, you are only eleven years old this year.

How could you have such a How powerful! Since you are so powerful, why do you pretend to be my uncle who has never met me to get close to me? Is there anything you can use me for?"

Huo Bufan stared at Hope's eyes, as if he didn't need to answer, and he could get the answer from his eyes alone.

Hope probably guessed something from Huo Bufan's aggrieved look as if he was cheated by a scumbag and his loud questioning just now, thinking that he doubted his true identity.

But this is normal, and even such doubts came a little later than he expected.

After all, Huo Bufan could roughly know his age, and it was worthy of suspicion that he could do this at such an age.