George and Lee Jordan jumped together, tangled together.
George laughed strangely with excitement, while Li hung on George and screamed in fear.
When they were about to hit the ground, a large bat appeared at their feet, caught them gently, and threw them onto the snow.
Fred, who arrived first, walked over on the snow and hugged the two of them.
"Is it exciting, Lee?" he said to Lee Jordan, teasingly.
"It's too thrilling. No, I have to slow down." Lee Jordan gasped and leaned against the wall next to him.
Fred and George looked at Li angrily, then ignored him and walked away arm in arm.
"How's it going, George? Is it fun?" Fred asked with a wink.
"It's OK, but the second floor is still too low. It might be more interesting if we jump down from a tall building." George looked up at the taller tower above the castle. "What do you think? Wouldn't it be more interesting if we jumped down from the Gryffindor Tower?"
"You can jump as much as you want, I'm not going to pick you up anyway!"
At this time, Dracula's voice sounded beside him.
After the twins' conspiracy was discovered, they did not seem to feel guilty at all. Instead, they came over and said to Dracula with a playful smile:
"Professor, how about you tell us how to jump from a height without dying? That way we don't have to bother you to rescue us!"
Dracula raised his hand to catch another young wizard who jumped down, and said casually: "I thought you should have known how to perform the slowing spell at your age."
"So it's a slowing spell?" the twins said excitedly, "Then we'll go learn it right away. Thank you, professor!"
Dracula glanced at the two of them, then looked away wordlessly.
Led by the twins, the two pioneers, the third-grade lions and badgers began to jump down from the windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom one by one.
The little lions of Gryffindor danced the most happily. They even crowded around the window. The people behind pushed the people in front down. With each jump, a group of people fell crookedly, just like dumplings falling into the water...
A group of bats, under Dracula's control, always appear at the feet of the little wizards in the nick of time, saving them from the suffering of a two-day trip to the school infirmary.
The last one to jump down was Cedric from Hufflepuff, who had just stayed in the classroom to organize the order of "jumping out the window" and urged those who were afraid to jump to face the difficulties positively and jump down bravely!
Cedric did not use Dracula's bat to land, but instead cast a levitation spell on the back of his school robe, letting the buoyancy of the cloak drag him up, and then landed lightly on the snow.
The twins next to him looked at Cedric's smooth movements and felt very unconvinced.
"Why can he land so handsomely, but we can only step on bats?" Fred said to George. "The professor could have chosen a better-looking animal and finished the battle quickly!"
"Shh!" George quickly put his hand to his mouth and whispered, "Be careful, don't let Professor Dracula find out that you said something bad about him. He seems to like bats very much. He uses bats for everything..."
Fred quickly shut his mouth.
Fortunately, Dracula's attention was not on the two of them at this time. Instead, he snapped his fingers after all the students arrived.
A group of round snowman targets emerged from the snow. They lined up in a neat row and stood face to face with the little wizards.
"Today's practical class is about practicing the accuracy of spell casting." Dracula turned to the students and began his speech in the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical class. "I need to tell you the importance of spell hit rate."
"Although the two Weisses' attack on the faculty is not worthy of praise, it is worth affirming that the spell they used was able to accurately make the snowball hit the back of Teacher Quirrell's head, which shows that there is no problem with the accuracy of their spell casting."
The Weiss twins smiled at each other, their expressions becoming even more proud.
As beaters of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, the two of them had no problems with their eyesight and accuracy, which was why they were able to accurately make the snowball hit Quirrell's head.
"The accuracy of the spell sounds simple, but you will know how difficult it is when you put it into practice." Dracula looked at the young wizards again and continued, "Each of you should stand in front of a snowman and keep a distance of more than five meters from the snowman."
"When I say start, everyone fire your best spells at the snowman target in front of you. Let me see how accurate your spells are."
A colorful spell kept flashing, and the little wizards attacked the snowman in front of them one after another.
The Wesley twins and Cedric smashed the snowman in front of them immediately. But it was not so easy for the others. Most of their spells went to one side, and some accidentally hit the students next to them, causing them a heavy blow and also overturning their friendship...
"Do you understand the importance of spell hit rate?" Dracula looked at the students and asked, "For example, in a duel, it is not the one who casts spells more frequently who will win in the end. Instead, it is necessary to make more spells hit the opponent within a certain period of time to cause effective damage!"
He snapped his fingers again, restoring the snowmen to their original round shape.
"Hold the wand straight and aim well. In the practice of casting spells, the three elements of goal, determination and calmness are all very important and indispensable." Dracula said.
"Now let's start the next round of spellcasting hit rate practice!"
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On the white snow, the practical class of Defense Against the Dark Arts was in full swing.
A long row of snowmen were lined up, and each snowman was guaranteed to correspond to a corresponding little wizard so that they could practice the accuracy of casting spells.
From time to time, the light of the spell would light up and hit the snowman, blowing it into pieces. The snowman target would automatically repair itself so that the little wizards could practice their spells without interruption.
At this time, an uninvited guest came over.
"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." Dracula came up to the serious-looking witch and greeted her.
"Professor Dracula, I need an explanation." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, "If I'm not mistaken, a lot of students just jumped down from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor, right?"
"How dare you teach students like this?"
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