Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 24 The Gift

When the professor rushed into the greenhouse, he found the substitute wizard putting the finishing touches on the class: checking the cleanliness. If there was anything that wasn't cleaned properly, Irving would quickly tidy it up so as not to affect the next class.

The next class will begin in twenty minutes, and Irving will be attending this class, though this time he will be one of the students.

"Honey, are you alright?"

The chubby Professor Sprout gave the little wizard the warmest hug.

"It's alright, Professor."

"Let me see... Good heavens, not a single person has lost points! Are all the young wizards this year geniuses in herbalism?"

Irving smiled wryly: "No, Professor, at least among these people, I only saw one genius, and that is... Mr. Neville Longbottom. Only he truly likes and loves it."

"Longbottom..." Professor Sprout sighed, "Alright, I understand. So, what's your suggestion?"

"How about we do what we did and send him a seedling of Ghost Vine?"

"Well... although I don't think Mr. Longbottom is as talented as you, I agree, Owen, you can choose a seedling and give it to him."

Magic is never as simple as just waving a wand and chanting a spell. Especially after studying under several old wizards, Owen knew that there are no invincible wizards, only wizards who use the right magic.

Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore, but the one who truly captured him was Newt Scamander. The old wizard didn't pay much attention to Dumbledore, but he admitted to the young wizard that Newt was a true master when it came to magical creatures!

Therefore, who wouldn't acknowledge that Mr. Newt is the foremost expert in animal magic in the wizarding world?

If you don't believe me, just ask the Ministry of Magic in every country. You'll know how nervous they are when they see Newt carrying a tattered box.

And then there's Master Nico Mellor, this old wizard who's still alive today. Even though he's very old, and even though everyone knows he's the owner of the Philosopher's Stone, who would dare to go and steal it from him?

Even Voldemort wouldn't dare!

Magic is not limited to alchemy, but alchemy stands out in the magical world!

The magical world is colorful and diverse. Owen never thought he would become an all-powerful wizard; he just wanted to see more of the wonders of the magical world.

Herbalism is by no means an adjunct to Potions. If used properly, it can be called plant magic, which wouldn't be surprising at all. Take Milov, for example; it's becoming less and less like a demon vine because it prefers the morning and evening sunlight. As for midday... well, it depends on the month. Summer midday sunlight isn't something Milov, and Owen doesn't really like either...

After finishing his fourth-year Herbology class, Owen ate lunch in his lounge and then quickly prepared for his lesson. In the afternoon, he would be teaching a Charms class to the first-year students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

"Magic didn't initially appear for 'coolness' or 'being stylish,' but rather to make our lives more convenient. For example, the levitation spell we're about to learn allows us to easily lift heavy objects that we simply couldn't lift with our bodies..."

Irving's teaching style is different from that of the other professors. He doesn't start by explaining the principles, then teach the gestures and spells, and finally have students practice. He wants his students to know the true purpose of the spell.

The young wizards listened attentively because what Owen said was all practical information...

Just like in Herbalism class, he got all the points, and no one lost any. But at the end of the class, he still addressed the young witches from both houses: "Ravenclaw wisdom is not innate, but acquired through learning. And the correct way to learn is not to read other books during Charms class. That is not wisdom."

Some of the eaglets lowered their heads...

"Hufflepuff's diligence refers to his diligence in learning magic. For example, he practices a spell tens of thousands of times until he can use it at will, without a wand or spells, like this..."

As Irving gently flipped his wrist and then lifted it, all the feathers the students used for practice floated up at the same time, then spun and danced in the air, forming all sorts of patterns.

The young wizards were instantly convinced!

After assigning homework and announcing the end of get out of class, Owen, clutching his Transfiguration textbook, took off and rushed towards the fifth-grade Transfiguration classroom…

After a week, the four colleges almost ran out of bottles to count the college points!

Owen was in charge of adding points for the first-year wizards, while the other professors were in charge of deducting points for the second-year and above wizards. Even so, they were almost overwhelmed.

"For first-year students, the focus should still be on encouragement, and we should fully mobilize their ability to learn independently. Moreover, I did not violate the rules for bonus points; the bonus points for each student did not exceed fifty points."

The young wizard's words were reasonable and well-founded, and Dumbledore's gaze shifted to the four heads of the house to one side.

Professor McGonagall: Look at the sky.

Professor Flitwick: Look at the ground.

Professor Sprout: Look to the left.

Professor Snape: A cold laugh!

Dumbledore's eyes lit up immediately: Good, that's exactly the kind of guy I want, the one who disrupts formation!

"Owen, I think Severus will give you the right guidance on how to be a good professor. You should learn from him."

Seeing the young wizard deep in thought, Professor McGonagall grew anxious: "My dear, I've noticed a problem with your Transfiguration assignment. Could you wait for me in my office for a moment?"

Transfiguration?

Operation?

Owen paused for a moment, then nodded and left the principal's office. However, he didn't go to Professor McGonagall's office immediately. Instead, he returned to his room, picked out three notebooks, and then leisurely went up to the seventh floor.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore looked at the four department heads and asked, "How is Irving's academic progress? Could you all give an update?"

Snape said coldly, "If he gets his hands on my notes, he'll be the next me. In terms of potions, all he lacks now is the accumulation of recipes."

Professor Flitwick proudly puffed out his chest: "Little Owen has already begun theoretical research on compound magic in a silent, wandless state. I think he'll be able to master it in less than two years."

Professor Sprout smiled and said, "Young Owen's talent in herbs, no, I should say in botany, is unparalleled. The herbs and plants in my greenhouse are no longer a challenge for him."

Professor McGonagall sighed and glanced at Dumbledore: "I can't think of anything else to teach him besides the Animagus."

At this point, Professor McGonagall sighed again: "Little Owen's self-learning ability is too strong. As far as I know, besides absorbing a large amount of various magical theories, he is also studying the anti-curse of the Unforgivable Curse?"

"Yes, it started with... the Cruciatus Curse."

Snape's face darkened immediately: "His test subjects, what were they? Wizards, or Muggles?"

Dumbledore looked up at him and replied, "It was him..."

"Whoosh!"

Snape couldn't sit still any longer. He quickly left the headmaster's office and headed to the seventh floor. After finding Professor Gregor's office and Owen, he grabbed him and pulled him into his own office without saying a word. Once the office door was closed, he finally exploded!

"Irving, Irving Carrot!"

Oh no, he'd been called by his full name… The young wizard, whose thoughts had been drifting, instantly stiffened: “I’m here, Professor!”

Snape, with his large, slick face and greasy hair, suddenly approached the young wizard: "I heard you're experimenting with the Crucifixion Curse on your own body?"

"Yes, I..."

"madness!"

Snape didn't even wait for him to finish speaking. Instead, while berating the young wizard for his foolishness, he produced several potions and said in a harsh, cold tone, "Drink!"

Owen recognized what these were all potions, and it was precisely because he recognized them that he had no intention of drinking them, especially the smallest bottle, which contained Felix Felicis!

"Professor, I'm confident. And I'm casting the spell on myself, so the power is controllable. Although we haven't figured out how to counter the spell yet, we have created a minor spell that can help alleviate the Crucifixion Curse. By the way, today I'll be conducting an experimental demonstration of the Crucifixion Curse in the Slytherin common room. You're welcome to come and watch. I'm not forcing you."

Snape stared intently into the young wizard's eyes for a long while before speaking, "Very well, I'd like to see what the genius Mr. Owen will look like after being hit by the Cruciatus Curse!"

At dinner, the Slytherin snakes ate in silence at the long table. They had all been notified that after finishing their meal, they would quickly return to the common room, check their quills and notebooks, and then find a seat.

Soon after, Professor Snape arrived, followed by Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, Mrs. Pince, Mrs. Pomfrey, and so on until Dumbledore also came in. Owen finally arrived as well. He looked at the professors sitting in a circle, smiled, and then looked at the snakes and said, "I hope you can put aside your fears and take careful notes."

After saying that, Irving, sitting in the center, immediately cast a Cruciatus Curse on himself: "Crusader."

The familiar pain returned, but Irving didn't cry out. Instead, he said in a hoarse voice, "Pay attention to the changes in my muscles, record them, and then compare them with your own situation..."

Owen couldn't say anything more; his vocal cords felt like they had been torn apart by bare hands. He could no longer speak, but the magic was still there. Above his head, rows of text appeared, all reminding everyone to pay close attention to the changes in his body.

After an hour of effort, Owen finally collapsed from exhaustion. Madam Pomfrey cried out in alarm and was about to rush to his aid when the Slytherin prefects, both male and female, stopped her: "Madam, it's not over yet..."

The male prefect then addressed the little snakes, saying, "Now, line up. Each of you will touch and feel the changes in Mr. Owen's body."

Led by the older students, the younger wizards lined up and took turns trying their hands. When they felt Owen's muscles twitching, they gritted their teeth, walked away, and quickly started recording.

Only after the last junior wizard finished recording did the older students carry Owen and support Mrs. Pomfrey, rushing towards the infirmary. After seeing Owen drink the potion, they left two to take care of him while the others went back to rest.

Owen woke up at noon the next day. Mrs. Pomfrey had initially disagreed with him going out, but Owen was fine now, except for being a little pale.

From that day on, the atmosphere at Slytherin began to change again. Green robes with silver trim appeared more often in the library, and young wizards of all grades performed better in class.

Even without Snape's favoritism, Slytherin's house grades were still the highest!