The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens Chapter 97

The young wizards were flushed with suffocation, their bodies were shaking uncontrollably due to lack of oxygen, but they were unable to speak, and at the same time they had to sense the surrounding arcane particles.

But the mage turned a blind eye to this.

After a while, someone finally couldn't hold back any longer, and spit out the exhaust gas in their chests as if deflated.

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

The little wizards who regained their freedom of breathing were gasping for breath, 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 doubts.

"Have you found 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 the air in your body, the more proud you are."

"The same is true for arcane magic."

"You yearn for arcane magic, thinking that it is something you can take for yourself. You are stubborn, but you forget that you are just a passage through which arcane particles flow."

"When you block it in your heart and hold it in your hands, the particles are suffocated."

"Because you think of the arcane as something that can be at your disposal, and you are wrong, very wrong!"

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

Looking at the thoughtful little wizards in the audience, the wizard nodded with relief: "I used this method to teach one of my apprentices."

"Although he is not a very intelligent savage, he soon understood the truth."

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

As soon as the words fell, Harry, Hermione, Malfoy, and several other highly gifted children had closed their eyes and wanted to communicate with Arcane Particles again.

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

"Students, it's almost time."

"We're here for today's class. I hope that when we meet next time, you will all be able to master the use of arcane missiles proficiently."

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

"Okay, get out of class is over!"

Before waiting for the little wizards in the audience to react, the wizard 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 Ryze's class is over, everyone can leave in an orderly manner."

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

Unexpectedly, the great writer who is very popular among women and children in normal times has become shriveled today, and even the female classmates who used to like him the most are now glaring at him.

It's like he forced Professor Ryze out of class.

After such a foil from the mage, the children suddenly felt that Harold didn't seem to be that good either.

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

And Lockhart, who was ignored, was left aside.

"Damn it, **** it!" The liar writer, who felt humiliated, stamped his feet angrily.

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

Perhaps due to the influence of the Rune Mage, he is now very thirsty for knowledge, after all, as the Mage said.

Knowledge is the best weapon.

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

When teaching students in the second grade and above, Lu Wu was not so patient. Although the teaching was the same, the process was much simpler and rude.

Because since the third grade, the little wizards have already understood a lot of things, and they don't need to bother to guide them anymore.

As for the first grade, they are still too young to withstand the impact of arcane particles, so their class is the most normal Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Another incident happened halfway through. Colin Creevey, who entered Hogwarts in the first year of this year, recognized at a glance that the mage was the old man who helped him that day.

Then he naturally became the first fan of the mage.

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

It made his head so big that 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.

Summoned by Dumbledore, most of the Hogwarts professors gathered together and headed to a corridor in the castle.

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

As long as Professor McGonagall knew part of the inside story, UU reading www.uukanshu.com still spoke eloquently about the mage.

Walking and chatting, the group soon led by the white wizard, came to the corridor where the crowd gathered.

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

Filch clutched Harry's collar tightly, his two eyes filled with resentment almost popping out of their sockets.

Not far from the two of them, the janitor's cat, Mrs. Norris, was hung stiffly in the air, and seemed to be dead.

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

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

Harry accidentally forgot the time today because he was studying arcane missiles, and he didn't remember to go back to Gryffindor's lounge until it was dark.

As a result, halfway through the road, I heard a cold, harsh 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's body, the adventurous genes left to him by his father were at work, and he couldn't help but want to explore where this voice came from.

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

Then he saw Mrs. Norris hanging in the air, with two lines of writing written in blood on the wall.

"The secret room has been opened, the enemy of the heir, be careful!"

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

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

Chapter end

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