Harry Potter's Bastard

After Moody's conversation ended, Solim asked a few people to release the Patronus Charm, and at a glance it was clear who was practicing and who was lazy.

Draco was still only able to emit some silver mist, which was stronger than it had originally looked. Hermione did the same, but it was clearly not as good as Draco's. And she failed twice halfway through, the magic was not as good as Draco, and on the other hand, Hermione really didn't have much time and energy to devote to spell practice last semester. And after the holidays, as a young wizard from a Muggle family, she also had no place to practice.

To everyone's attention, Neville, this always inconspicuous little chubby dun was able to unleash a complete lion patronus.

As the silver-white lion ran around the small classroom, everyone's eyes followed it until it dissipated into thin air.

"Oh my God! I can't believe it!" Hermione screamed and hugged Neville tightly, "How did you do that?"

Draco also looked at Neville in shock, to be honest, Draco actually knew Neville better than the Gryffindor guys. Neville would often practice spells with Draco in the small classroom, and sometimes practice duels with the few spells he had mastered, but he never imagined that Neville would unleash a Patronus in its entirety.

Draco couldn't be clearer about the difficulty of the Patronus Charm, even if Solim had clearly explained the main points and the difficulties that needed to be overcome, Draco would practice from time to time, but he could only release some light mist at the moment, which was relatively solid, but dwarfed by Neville's fully formed Patronus.

Harry, on the other hand, watched with envy after his shock as the Patronus vanished. He had learned from Solim how to practice the Patronus Charm, and he had tried, but for various reasons he had not persevered, resulting in no movement at all in his current Patronus Charm.

"Bang bang. "

Solim clapped his hands, he really didn't expect Neville to be able to unleash the full Patronus right now. Neville gave Solim a huge surprise.

"It's up to you, Neville. Solim said: "There is still a lot of room for development of the Patronus Charm, such as transmitting information and resisting evil spells, I have told you about these functions before, but now I can't do this myself, I can't help you much, it will depend on your own efforts in the future." "

Neville's face flushed.

Neville is allergic to other people's gazes, blushing whenever others stare at him. Now he is speechless.

"Alright, don't look at it, haven't you seen enough every day?" Solim stopped the others from watching Neville.

"But...... Neville, what ...... he said" Draco still looked incredulous.

The expressions of the others were similar. Neville's usual low-key and reticence could easily make others ignore him.

"What's wrong? Can't believe it?" Solim sneered, "What's the disbelief in this? Your Draco magic is stronger than Neville's, Hermione you are indeed smarter than Neville, but Neville works harder than all of you." Isn't it a matter of course for him to achieve such an achievement now?"

Solim was right. Draco's magic is indeed stronger than Neville's, and Hermione is smarter than Neville and no one will object, but Neville is the hardest-working one, although he is wooden and low-key.

It's not so much that they can't believe it, but that they can't accept that Neville is better than them. Because in their impression, Neville has always been a little transparent, and no one has ever put their minds on Neville, which has led to Neville's blockbuster today that everyone will be a little unacceptable for a while.

"Is the magic great, is the brain good, is the hard work the key!" concluded Solim.

"Alright, this matter is over, I'll teach you the bubble head mantra today. This spell has a wide range of applications and is very useful. He glanced at Harry.

"Maybe some of you will use it this year. "

During this time, the students in the school were either talking about the Triwizard Tournament or the newcomer Professor Moody. Expectations were clearly high for Professor Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Quite simply, Moody's name and legendary experience are now known even to young wizards who don't know about his Muggle background. Such a legendary Auror came to be their professor, and even if he hadn't taken his class yet, the students had already made up for it countless times.

Today was the first time the fourth year students had taken a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin students had arrived early in the classroom to wait for Professor Moody's first lesson.

Although some Slytherin students don't have a good opinion of Professor Moody, as long as they can learn from this legendary Auror, they will not care about these details, after all, even werewolves can be accepted, and what is there that a crazy Auror can't accept.

Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic grunting footsteps coming down the hallway. He walked into the classroom, looking as weird and scary as usual. They could just see his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

Some students stared at Moody's prosthetic leg, while others stared at Moody's magic eye. Solim didn't look at Moody, he had just put the map in his arms.

"Put these things away," he said in a gruff voice, struggling to the podium with a cane and sitting down, "these textbooks." You don't need it. "

The students excitedly stuffed their books into their bags, they had experience with Moody's words, and Professor Lupin did what Professor Lupin did last semester, and just putting the books away meant the students were going to take out their wands.

Moody pulled out the roster, shook his head, and shook his long, gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll out names. His normal eyes moved down the list, his magical eyes spinning around, staring at each student who answered.

"All right," he said, when the last student had finished, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin about the course. Looks like you've got a pretty good grasp of how to deal with dark magic beasts - you've learned how to deal with boggart, red hats, hinkpunk, Grindellow, Kaba, and werewolves, right?"

The students whispered their approval.

"But you don't know enough about how to deal with spells—not enough," Moody said, "so I'm going to give you a taste of the spells that wizards cast among themselves." I've got a year to teach you how to deal with the dark arts—"

The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom exploded.