Chapter 1208: Ancient Craft (Part 1)

Genres:Sci-Fi and Supernatural Last update:25/03/21 12:29:42
    No matter how it is, braving the cold wind of the early morning and stepping into a damp world is not a pleasant experience.

    Although the continuous rain for two days had already stopped, Harry felt his eyelashes and hair become wet as soon as he stepped off the marble steps.

    Most of the students clustered around Professor Lahensan, asking him about the course, while Harry, Hermione, and Ginny strolled slowly, pretending to discuss something.

    The strategy was successful.

    The last Draco and his friends only glanced at Harry before catching up to the rest of the group.

    "What are you going to do?"

    Harry whispered it.

    "Wait and see, Harry--"

    Ginny flicked her stunning red hair and gave a confident smile.

    In fact, it's not that complicated.

    Ginny glanced around, finding Ron's position.

    "Hey, Ron, there's something I forgot to tell you. Mom sent me a letter yesterday!"

    Ginny waved to Ron, who had turned around with a slightly dazed expression, and then took off at just the right pace, running anxiously towards him. Meanwhile, Harry watched tensely as he swiped his arms by accident and brushed up against Malfoy's elbow.

    "What are you doing, you idiot!"

    Malfoy pulled his arm back like an electric shock and yelled at Ginny as she passed by him.

    Harry had not expected Malfoy to react, but the intensity of his reaction was beyond his expectation.

    And in that moment of his hesitation, Ginny had already responded.

    With a swish, Ginny had already pulled out her wand and pointed it at Malfoy's eyes. Her face was cold, her eyes were cold, and she looked fierce.

    "Who are you talking about, Malfoy?"

    A chain reaction ensued. In the first instant of regaining his senses, Harry pulled out his wand, and Ron roared as he broke away from Lavender, sprinting over.

    Angry, of course, were not just them two. Fred and George as well as the friends of Gryffindor House and those who had a good relationship with them all quickly gathered.

    Of course, Malfoy's cronies also showed no sign of weakness.

    "What's going on?"

    Professor Lahensan reacted quickly, squeezing through the crowd and hurrying over, frowning at the two clearly opposed groups.

    The fighting spirit of the young witches at Hogwarts was higher than he had imagined.

    "That fool has injured my hand!"

    Malfoy rubbed his left elbow, glaring at Ginny with a look of malice, but he dare not continue to call her a dumb fool.

    "Injured your hand?"

    Harry had already understood what was going on. He twisted his lips.

    "Are you exaggerating the situation, Malfoy? Ginny was just passing by and accidentally bumped into your arm."

    Malfoy looked into Harry's emerald green eyes, and his grey eyes flickered slightly as the anger on his face suddenly vanished in a strange manner.

    "Need me to check it out for you, Mr. Malfoy?"

    Professor Lahensan observed everything and asked gently.

    "It's okay --"

    Malfoy seemed to realize that it was not appropriate to continue the dispute in front of everyone, muttering angrily and flinging his head around, he started walking ahead with a cold face.

    "Consider yourself lucky, little trash."

    Fred stood next to Ginny, and said something, but Malfoy only hesitated for a moment before continuing on his way.

    "I don't want anyone to use such words to evaluate their classmates in my class. This, Mr. Weasley?"

    Professor Lahensan's expression darkened slightly as he addressed Fred.

    Although he was somewhat disdainful, Fred didn't want to directly contradict the new professor, so he reluctantly nodded.

    Professor Lahensan nodded satisfactorily and returned to the front of the group.

    "How about it, Harry?"

    In the last second, Ginny had been staring at Malfoy with a look of hatred and anger, but as soon as people no longer paid attention to them, Ginny immediately changed her expression and looked at Harry with a smile that was a little triumphant.

    "Have you found out what you want to know?"

    This sudden change left her brothers confused. Ron glanced at Harry with a look of confusion.

    Harry was about to speak, but Hermione beat him to it and opened her mouth first.

    "Whatever you have found out, Harry, it's not suitable to talk about here."

    "What are you up to?"

    Ron narrowed his eyes and asked.

    "Let's talk about it later --"

    Even though Harry was eager to share his guesses about Malfoy, he still chose to follow Hermione's sensible advice.

    For the students at Hogwarts, seeing Gryffindor and Slytherin conflict was as normal as anything.

    The one before was not even worth picking up chopsticks.

    The students were most interested in why Professor Lahensan had gone to such trouble to take them to the Forbidden Forest.

    The hut of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which lay on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, was already emitting a wisp of smoke.

    The toothy creature Hogwarts kept in a cage outside the hut lay on the ground, yawning sleepily.

    Thump!

    Suddenly, a loud clanging sound came from the hut. Harry was startled by it, but Toothy seemed to have gotten used to this sort of noise. It covered its head with both paws, seeking some peace.

    Has Hogwarts finally fallen asleep on his bed?

    Harry had that thought in his mind, and then his vision darkened for a moment. Coming to, he realized that he had already entered the forest.

    They followed Professor Lahenson along a newly cleared and narrow path that wound its way deep into the forest, taking each step carefully and stepping in deep, shallow prints.

    The dim morning light could not penetrate through the dense forest leaves, so the Forbidden Forest was still shrouded in darkness. Many of them spontaneously took out their wands to create light.

    After about ten or fifteen minutes, the front of the group finally stopped moving. This relieved Harry, who leaned against a tree and stamped his feet to shake off the mud from his shoes, then jumped up onto a rock with all his limbs, holding up his glowing wand and looking ahead.

    "All right, that's it --"

    Professor Lahensan's voice carried over.

    "Come closer, everyone. Oh, you can spread out, there's no need to crowd together --"

    What appeared before the students was a two-story, gabled wooden cottage that looked newly constructed, judging from its appearance on the outside.

    In front of the cottage was a newly cleared and flat field, but there were not many plants growing in it. Instead, there were seedlings growing about one foot high.

    Following Professor Lahensan's instructions, the students gradually dispersed. Harry jumped off the rock and struggled to move forward, as he had already become separated from Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. To his left and right were students from Hufflepuff.

    Professor Lahensan was the only one who stepped onto the newly planted land. He looked at everyone with a gentle expression.

    "Truthfully, the Potions class is not enough to fully cover all the ancient techniques I will be teaching you in this course. But besides this name, I think there is no better word for wizards to describe it. So, Professor Brian suggested that I use this name--"

    The voice of Professor Lahensan echoed through the forest, its calmness enhanced by the ethereal chirping of birds.

    "Before the formal course begins, you can ask me any questions you have, and I am willing to answer them first --"

    "We don't have textbooks or any references, Professor Lahensan. How should we learn?"

    Hermione's well-trained right hand shot up immediately.

    "Textbooks will not be of much help to us, Miss Granger. All the knowledge in this course will be explained by me."

    Professor Lahensan said,

    "And I must tell you," Professor Lahensan said, "my meditation class is not like other wizard courses that are divided by grade levels. It only has two levels: the apprentice level and the advanced level."

    "Regardless of your grade level, the first thing you will be introduced to in my meditation class is the apprentice level," Professor Lahensan said.

    Professor Lahensan looked at the crowded faces, and said calmly,

    "Only those with true talent in this area will have the opportunity," Professor Lahensan said, his voice steady. "This is not something that can be achieved through effort alone. To be honest, there may not be a single one of you who can meet the requirements."