Facing Ron Weasley's eager gaze, Amostta smiled, did not directly answer his question, but instead dragged the topic back to this course.
"Black Magic Defense, I personally prefer to call it dangerous defense, this is a comprehensive use of the course, you learn magic, transfiguration, herbs, potions and even the protection of magical creatures in this school can show their effect in this study, want to deal with any approaching danger of heart and soul response, you must have three qualities - skills, methods and courage!"
It was a rare occasion at Hogwarts to attend a serious Black Magic Defense class, and even the young witches and wizards who usually disliked studying were now paying close attention, listening intently as Professor Brenn spoke from the podium.
However, only Hermione was taking down Professor Brenn's every word in her notebook.
At this time, Amostta looked at Ron and smiled again,
"I won't be teaching you any powerful ancient magic, Mr. Weasley--,"
In Ron's disappointed gaze, Amostta addressed everyone else,
"Regarding the reason... First of all, I am not a charms teacher. Teaching charms is Professor Flitwick's job, not mine,"
"Second, there was a time when I was indeed very fascinated by the power of ancient magic. But as my research progressed, I found that the vast majority of ancient magic has completely vanished into the river of time. Even if I exhaust all my efforts in life, it may still be impossible to find a complete offensive and defensive system of ancient magic. Therefore, I myself am not well-versed in 'authentic' ancient magic."
Amostta walked to the other side of the stage, looked at Breaze Shabini, who had just been about to learn powerful spells, and said, "Personally, what I am best at is optimizing and modifying the spell model of modern magic to make its power approach the level of ancient magic while considering the difficulty of its performance."
Perhaps this topic was too profound, most young witches and wizards were in a confused state, as if they didn't understand it at all.
Seeing this scene, Amostta pondered for a moment and prepared to give a demonstration. He took out his wand, and the young witches and wizards who witnessed this immediately perked up; this was their favorite part.
"Then..." Amostta looked around, "Let me demonstrate... who can say a spell that they are most proficient in?"
Buzzing--
The great hall erupted into chaos, with the young witches and wizards' excited discussions buzzing like thousands of bees in flight.
"Lockjaw Charm, Professor Brenn, I am good at this!"
Ravenwood Brown from Gryffindor was excitedly raising her hand.
"Batswamp Charm!" Ginny, with pale cheeks, weakly raised her hand, but her voice was completely suppressed by the noisy crowd. Amostta didn't hear her.
"Professor Brenn, let me say one," Malfoy snarled at Harry and stood up, loudly exclaiming, "Tarantella Charm!"
Crabbe and Goyle burst into laughter immediately, while Harry stood up, not to be outdone, glaring at Malfoy and calling him quite adept at the Howler spell!
The young witches and wizards were eager to speak, and they said many spells, such as Tooth Rope, Hair Loss Charm, and Tongue Freezing Charm. After listening for a while with his side ear, Amostta's face became more and more strange. These spells have nothing to do with his knowledge blind area.
"Hold on!"
With a face full of black lines, Amostta loudly stopped the noise of the young witches and wizards, "Cough cough, is there no normal spell said yet?"
The young witches and wizards looked at each other in silence, and finally, Ron timidly raised his hand, "Uh... Float Charm, Professor Brenn, I am somewhat proficient in this one!"
"Very good, Mr. Weasley!"
Finally, Amostta sighed in relief, as he stepped forward and encouraged Ron, "Let's see your Float Charm first, Mr. Weasley!"
Ron immediately blushed and stammered something, Harry and Hermione both understood what Ron was afraid of, so they spoke up and tried to explain for him.
"Is your wand broken?" Amostta raised an eyebrow. "May I take a look?"
As Ron pulled out his wand, which was still intact thanks to the magic glue holding it together, Malfoy immediately let out a loud laugh.
"Pick someone else, Professor Brenn, Weasley's wand might kill everyone here!"
The young witches and wizards from Slytherin burst into laughter, which undoubtedly put immense pressure on Ron. His face and ears were as red as if they had been scalded.
"I don't see what's so funny, Malfoy, laughing at others can't showcase your sense of humor," Amostta said.
Amostta turned his head to look at them. Although his tone was calm, those in Slytherin who were under the steady gaze of his unflappable eyes felt like they had been drenched with cold water in winter, and each one fell silent, even Draco closed his mouth and dared not say a word more.
"Can you fix it, Professor Brenn?"
Harry and the others gratefully watched Amostta examining the broken wand, and Ron eagerly asked.
Amostta did not reply. He crouched down, placing Ron's wand on the ground, and his eyes twinkled with a faint light.
"Restore it to its original state!"
The broken wand on the ground began to shake rapidly. After a burst of bright red sparks erupted from the joint, it firmly adhered back together!
"You've fixed it, Professor Brenn!"
Ron's eyes were shining loudly, full of awe and respect, "I asked many people, they all told me this wand was completely broken!"
"Those evaluations are not wrong, Mr. Weasley."
Amosta carefully examined Ron's wand, and after a while, he smiled in response.
"Wands are very delicate alchemical tools, I may have used my magic to force this wand back to its original state, but the damage inside it is still unresolved... For now, you can use it barely, but you must know that it can't last long. So I still suggest that you replace it with a new one at Ollivander during the summer vacation."
Although Amostta said so, Ron was still very happy.
"Leonardivosa!"
The demonstration began, although performing spells in front of so many people was something Ron had never experienced before, the encouragement from Professor Brenn, Harry, and Hermione gave him considerable confidence.
After several attempts of tension, Ron finally controlled the feathers that Professor Brenn conjured, making them wobble in mid-air.
"Very good, Mr. Weasley, a successful Float Charm--"
Amosta applauded and smiled, "Now, try injecting more magic to see."
Many people showed surprise because they remembered that Professor Flitwick had explicitly said when teaching them this spell, that they needed to control the output of magic, otherwise--
Bang!
After a burst of intense noise, the feathers exploded into flakes of hair flying everywhere and smacking Ron in the face, who had no idea why this was happening.
"Good, Mr. Weasley, you've earned two points for Gryffindor -- now, let me show you my..."
After letting Ron down first, Amostta addressed the gaze of all the young witches and wizards with a calm smile, then slowly raised his arm and let out a low growl, followed by a sudden tremor at his wrist.
"Leonardivosa!"
Clank!
The fragile, soft feathers suddenly burst into a crisp, metallurgic clanging, as if they had turned into an indestructible blade!
"Let you see what my float charm can do--"
Amosta suddenly raised his arm high, and a streak of white light shot out like cold lightning, instantly heading towards a massive, ancient, and ornate metal chandelier suspended from the ceiling of the great hall.
Whoosh!
All of a sudden, a gust of wind was heard in the great hall, and the white light quickly moved inside and outside the metal frame of the chandelier. Before everyone could react, it had returned to Amostta's palm again!
Buzz... Clang!
"Professor, run! The chandelier is falling!"
Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff was the first to take back her terrified gaze. Under her terrifying shouts, all the young witches and wizards scattered outward, fleeing on their way while simultaneously screaming in terror at Amostta!
Hiccup... Hiccup...
The amusing scene made Amostta laugh. Just as the heavy metal frame was about to flatten him into a meat patty, he leisurely waved his wand again, and in a flash, the chandelier seemed to come back to life in mid-air, right itself, and dangle back down from the ceiling of the great hall.
"Potent spells are right around us, Mr. Shabini,"
Amostta walked with an elegant gait to the edge of the stage. He looked at Breaze Shabini, who was struggling to free himself under Crabbe's weight, and smiled gently.
"Now, do you understand this?"
