"Hands up.'"
"The language should be moderate, neither too fast nor too slow. Of course, this is for beginners like you. You can get up quickly after you become proficient."
"Relax, you see your wand is about to break."
The words on the Quidditch pitch are naturally Pansy's prank. Malfoy's agreement with her is actually to let him teach Pansy some self-defense magic and some knowledge about learning. He has mentioned it many times before, but Pansy Xi always talked about him, if he didn't make all kinds of excuses, it would be normal for a pampered young lady not to like to study.
"Practice like this first." Malfoy sighed. After teaching for a long time, he only taught Pansy a simplified Iron Armor Curse, which made him wonder if he is not suitable to be a teacher. Of course, what he prefers to believe is that Pansy's foundation is too poor, and most of the exams last semester Pan Xi also relied on his help to make a surprise attack on the key points before narrowly drifting past.
They are now on a piece of grass, not far from the Quidditch pitch. The fluffy grass is comfortable to stand on. He looked up at the sky. Except for a few clouds, there was only the endless blue. The practice was on the right track, Malfoy relaxed his mind, and tried his best to devote himself to his practice.
"Call God to protect you!" He chanted the spell loudly.
A stream of silver-white gas spewed out from the tip of his staff, trying hard to gather into a recognizable shape, but in the end it failed and drifted back into the air.
"Oh." Malfoy sighed again. Half of the reason for the failure of releasing the Patronus Charm was that he wanted to control the form of the Patronus, but this was too difficult. He read in some other books that the Patronus represented a person's hidden, unknown but inevitable It is very difficult to artificially manipulate the form of the Patronus, which almost means changing one's own personality.
"So the power of love is great." Malfoy thought of Snape's doe, and Tonks' rabbit turned into a wolf.
"It seems that I'm really too ideal." Malfoy felt a little bit shocked, anyway, this was the first problem he encountered that made him almost completely helpless. "Even if you have the courage to make sacrifices, why would you ever think that there is no chance of sacrifice at all." Malfoy thought helplessly.
"Try it later." Malfoy dismissed the idea of continuing. What stopped him was the contradiction in the form of the patron saint, not whether he had happy memories. Well, for a person who loves books, as long as he thinks that he has obtained A little bit of knowledge is enough to make people happy.
Besides, there's her, isn't there? Malfoy looked at Pansy, and those memories with Pansy before were enough to make him smile, and he thought of those dumbfounding answers when he told her the story before.
"The posture is wrong again!" Malfoy saw Pansy's hand crooked again, and hurriedly reminded him.
"Got it." Pansy bared her teeth at Malfoy, looking a little impatient.
"What a troublesome student." Malfoy raised his forehead helplessly, somewhat understanding the earnest words of the teachers who had taught him.
"Look at what I have learned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the past two years. In the first year, Quirrell was directly that person's running dog. He behaved worse than the students in order to disguise himself. This year's teacher doesn't even need to pretend. , because he's straight up an idiot, are you telling me that if you're really in danger you'll just rely on your lame spells?" Malfoy wanted her to realize the seriousness of the problem from the root.
"Didn't you say that Hogwarts is the safest place in the world?" Pansy replied back, but the tone of resistance weakened a lot. "Although I don't like that old man, don't others say that he is the most powerful white wizard? He should also protect us." Pansy said, staring at him with her clear eyes: "Not to mention you Isn't it?"
"I can't be with you all the time," Malfoy said.
"Why not?" Pansy asked, then realized that he seemed to have asked a very meaningful question, and lowered his head with a blushing face.
Malfoy was also a little embarrassed by this question, but he went on to say: "The real power is only in your own hands." He frowned slightly and said: "If you don't practice well, I can only find Flynn Terrific..." The rest of the words don't need to be guessed to know what they are, Malfoy feels that the effect of the threat will come sooner now.
Sure enough, Pansy immediately gave in, straightened his posture and practiced earnestly.
After practicing for a while, Malfoy began to test his teaching results.
"Disarm!" Malfoy raised his wand, and a burst of red light shot out.
"Armor..." Before Pansy finished chanting the spell, he found that the wand had left his hand and was in Malfoy's hand.
Malfoy frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied.
"Your spell was too quick for me to react." Pansy began to make excuses for herself.
"The enemy won't show mercy just because you can't react." Malfoy said seriously, but then softened his tone: "It's understandable for the first time, let's stop here today."
Hearing this, Pansy breathed a sigh of relief. After all, who is more interesting is the exciting Quidditch or the boring spell practice. No need to ask, she can happily do Quidditch training all morning, but she can't calm down and be serious. Study even for an hour.
"It's really helpless." Malfoy sighed.