Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Teaching assistants, as the name suggests, naturally assist professors in teaching.

Although it is relatively rare in the magic school, it is a very common position in various universities and even middle schools in the non-magic world-in fact, most experimental classes will be equipped with 1-2 teaching assistants to help distribute the experiment Equipment or correction assignments to cover all students as much as possible.

However, in Dumbledore's view, Grindelwald's suggestion was not a genuine desire to share the pressure of Snape's class. The more purpose should be just a statement to force Elena into the classroom.

After all, Elena was just a first-year student, and it was too early to be a teaching assistant in a potion class.

"In the face of students, Gellert still has little experience after all."

Dumbledore shook his head secretly in his heart and glanced at Snape's slightly raised eyebrows—obviously, Snape's thoughts were the same as him, and it was another form of confinement than a teaching assistant.

Not to mention, based on Dumbledore ’s understanding of Elena, in the face of this longer-lasting plan, this lazy white-haired dumpling ’s rebellious psychology will probably only be more intense, rather than concentrated on the weekend ...

"I think this suggestion is good, I accept it."

Elena shrugged her shoulders, picked up the last baked snail and put it in her mouth, and answered happily.

On one side is Dumbledore ’s unknown arrangement, and on the other side is the youngest potion master class in history, how to choose is not too simple-just understand the contact with various potion materials, not to mention, but also rely on Sne Pu's identity is a fake, and there is no reason to refuse.

"Ok?"

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald in confusion, and then looked at Elena, who squinted to enjoy the snail meal. There was a trace of confusion in her face. Did the two men have reached a secret agreement before?

"Sorry, Mr. Apokalis. It seems that I am the professor of potions."

Snape ripped the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, his eyes slowly passing by the air above Elena's head, and said slowly.

"I really can't think of any help an eleven-year-old kid can do in the senior potions class. She may not even recognize the most basic potions-maybe she can help arrange the chairs, Wipe and wash various instruments? "

"But if that's the case, why don't I let the house elves help-at least they know how to protect themselves from the explosion of the crucible, not ..."

There is no doubt that the potion class is a very dangerous subject.

Just taking care of the little wizards of the class to stop the dangerous actions that might hurt them, he has occupied most of Snape's energy. Even her height does not hinder him from observing the entire classroom.

"Ur"

Before Snape's mocking words were finished, Elena raised her hand and read it softly.

Simple traces of magical text flashed in the air.

A faint gleam of white light quickly lit up at the girl's fingertips, and quickly spread into a small light group, just like a white cotton candy, wrapping Elena's palm.

"this is?!"

The expression on Snape's face sighed, and the next moment he quickly turned his head to look at the "Otto Apocalis" standing beside Dumbledore, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Although compared to the old wizard's casting scene, whether it is from the brightness of the magic or the coverage, the trembling little ball in Elena's hands is still far away.

But there is no doubt that from the traces of magic and the unique warm feeling, the two obviously cast the same spell-a magic that has never been recorded in Hogwarts' books.

"In the past week, I have been receiving treatment and learning potions from Mr. Paracelsus, um, Mr. Apocalis. For the identification of basic potion materials, I do n’t think it will be better than five. The seniors in grades are poor. "

Elena stood up and walked to Snape's side, picked up the light group in her hand, and said seriously.

"As for treatment, although not very skilled. However, I think I should be able to help a lot."

"This is ... using Runimon's spell directly?"

Seeing the whole process again at close range, Snape frowned and tried to stretch out his hand to imitate Elena's pronunciation and repeat, "Ur"

... nothing happens.

"Young man, the original Mowen is not so easy to master."

Grindelwald grinned while holding his shoulders, his chin nodded in the direction of Elena, a little proud in her tone.

"There is no particular trick. After mastering the pronunciation and the correct writing of magic words, just look at personal understanding. As for why this little guy can learn ... there is nothing to ask, the question is _____."

Grindelwald's mood was a little bit complicated for the first time to see Elena correctly cast this magic from the perspective of a bystander.

There is not only a feeling of having a good time in their own children, but also a kind of sulking that this girl had not learned well before.

"UR Mojo, the original Mojo in the second sequence of the ancient Runini. At least half of the curative magic currently known is inspired and derived from this Mojo-undeniably, it is indeed a kind of A powerful magic word that controls life and death. "

Dumbledore's eyes stayed on the light cluster in Elena's hands, nodded approvingly, and explained softly.

"So ... this is what you said before, the [dangerous and powerful] magic text that Elena holds?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and glanced at Grindelwald with a smile.

It seems that this relationship between the young and the younger is much more intimate than he imagined-so that a proud person like Grindelwald has not hesitated to make up such a poor excuse, and hastily pulled him all the way from eight The office in the building rushed to the entrance of the underground classroom to avoid any accidents with Elena.

"Ha ha."

Feeling the play in Dumbledore's eyes, Grindelwald rolled his eyes in silence.

Having known him for so many years, he still didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking. Maybe only when this guy gets a "rua" with a "milk voice" will he understand that there is more than one way to heal the magic word.

"So, Professor Snape?"

Elena waved her hand, dispelling the magic in her hand, and looked nervously at the meditating potion class professor in front of her.

According to God ’s Customs Clearance Book, the biggest difficulty is not the uncontrollable options, but the extremely limited time for the event-and now, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that can generate a lot of blank plot time for Elena changed and influenced Professor Snape little by little.

"If you have any disciplinary violations in class, even once ..." Snape narrowed his eyes and looked down at Elena softly.

There is a play!

"I promise to be obedient and follow the instructions. I will communicate with you if you have any questions."

Elena's eyes lit up and nodded her head in a hurry, the little dull hair on her head suddenly stood up happily.

Snape nodded recklessly, took a somewhat old textbook from the podium and placed it in front of Elena.

"30: 30 ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ is still this classroom."

"The first lesson of the third grade: shrinkage potion. I will first talk about the basic operations and precautions, and then at the beginning of the second lesson, directly configure the potion."

"So, you have another afternoon, and ... a chance."

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rua ~

Chapter 2 ~

It is a normal update today.

There is the chapter of Gaggen, I continue to write ~

Zhang said that the blasting plan is continuing! ——When you reach 500 chapters in 24 hours, you can add 2K words, two chapters are 4K, and three chapters are 6K ~

PS: Dear round-faced fat chickens, did you give the lovely [Elena Kaslana] a heart today?