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The young wizards were blushing, their bodies were shaking uncontrollably due to lack of oxygen, but they couldn't speak, and at the same time, they had to sense the arcane particles around them.

But the mage turned a blind eye to it.

After a while, someone finally couldn't hold back any more, and spit out the exhaust gas in his chest as if discouraged.

When the first one gives up, soon the second, the third... until the last one.

The little wizards who had regained their freedom of breathing were panting heavily, and their heads were still a little dizzy.

Moreover, most of them could no longer maintain the state of meditation, and opened their eyes one after another, looking at the mage with puzzled eyes.

"Did you find the problem?" The mage on the podium was still smiling: "The air doesn't belong to you."

"It's not that the longer you hold air in your body, the more proud you are."

"The same is true for arcane magic."

"You long for the arcane, thinking it's something you can claim for yourself. You're stubborn, forgetting that you're just a channel through which arcane particles flow."

"When you block it in your heart and hold it in your hand, the particle will be suffocated."

"Because you regard arcane art as something that can be at your disposal, and you are wrong, big mistake!"

"Arcane is like air. You have to welcome in the arcane particles around you, borrow them, and return them."

Looking at the thoughtful little wizards in the audience, the mage nodded in satisfaction: "I used this method once to teach one of my apprentices."

"Although he is not a smart barbarian, he quickly understood the truth."

"I don't know if you can do the same thing as him."

As soon as the words were finished, Harry, Hermione, Malfoy, and several other children with high talents had already closed their eyes, wanting to communicate with the arcane particles again.

As a result, just as they were getting better, they were suddenly interrupted by the mage.

"Students, it's almost time."

"This is the end of our class today. I hope that when we meet next time, you will be able to master the method of using arcane missiles proficiently."

"Of course, this is not homework, so it doesn't matter if you can't do it."

"Okay, get out of class!"

Before the little wizards in the audience could react, the mage turned around and walked up the stairs and entered his office.

At this time, Lockhart, who had been watching at the door, suddenly rushed in and shouted to everyone: "Professor Ruiz's class is over, everyone can leave in an orderly manner."

"If there are students who want my autograph, they can come to me and line up now."

Unexpectedly, the great writer who is usually very popular with women and children has suffered a lot today. Even the female classmates who used to like him the most are now glaring at him.

It's like he forced Professor Ruiz to dismiss the get out of class.

After being set off by the mage, the children suddenly felt that Harold didn't seem to be that good.

Ever since, they packed up their belongings and left the classroom in twos and threes, discussing arcane magic excitedly along the way.

And Lockhart, who was ignored, was just left alone.

"Damn, damn!" Feeling humiliated, the liar writer stomped his feet angrily.

But he reacted immediately, glanced at the closed door of the office with a guilty conscience, and left immediately in despair.

The empty classroom fell into silence again.

Time passed quickly, and a few days passed quickly. During this period, Lu Wu stayed in his office, studying the pile of books he bought at the beginning.

Perhaps influenced by the rune mage, he is now very thirsty for knowledge, after all, as the mage said.

Knowledge is the best weapon.

So only during class time, he would come out of the office.

When teaching to students above the second grade, Lu Wu was not so patient. Although the things taught were the same, the process was much simpler and rougher.

Because from the third grade, the little wizards have already understood a lot of things, so there is no need to bother to guide them.

As for the first grade, they are still too young and their bodies cannot withstand the impact of arcane particles, so their class is the most normal Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Another thing happened in the middle. Colin Creevey, who entered Hogwarts for the first time this year, immediately recognized the mage as the old man who helped him that day.

Then it was logical to become the first fanatic fan of the mage.

Holding the camera brought from the Muggle world every day, I looked for various angles and opportunities to take pictures of the mage.

It made his head grow big, so he had to try not to appear outside the office and classroom.

But tonight, he had to leave his den, because the main plot of "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" was about to begin.

Under the call of Dumbledore, most of the professors of Hogwarts gathered together and went to a corridor in the castle.

On the way, many professors were very curious about the mage. They heard that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was teaching students a new kind of magic, so they chatted with the mage.

Only Professor McGonagall, who knows part of the inside story, still speaks honestly to the mage.

While walking and chatting, the group of people quickly came to the promenade where the crowd gathered under the leadership of the white wizard.

At this time, there were many little wizards gathered here, and among the crowd was Harry Potter with a panicked expression, and Argus Filch, the angry gatekeeper.

Filch held onto Harry's collar tightly, his two eyes full of resentment almost popped out of their sockets.

And not far from the two of them, the janitor's cat, Mrs. Norris, was hanging in mid-air stiffly, and seemed to be dead.

"I'm going to kill you!" Filch, who was trembling with anger, roared loudly.

His distorted expression made our little savior nervous and scared, and his heart was full of grievances.

Harry accidentally forgot the time today because of his research on arcane missiles, and didn't remember to go back to the Gryffindor lounge until dark.

As a result, on the way, I heard a cold, piercing sound.

The voice kept repeating some words that frightened the little wizard, but after he asked his companions, Hermione and Ron, they didn't hear anything.

In Harry, the adventurous gene left by his father was at work, and he couldn't help but wonder where the voice came from.

Under the temptation of this voice, he inadvertently came to the corridor where he is now.

Then I saw Mrs. Norris hanging in the air, and two lines of blood writing on the wall.

"The chamber of secrets has been opened, enemies of the heir, beware!"

Just when the trio was puzzled, as if it was planned, many little wizards suddenly appeared from both ends of the corridor, surrounding Harry and the others.

After a while, Filch, the cat's owner, also arrived here.