Malfoy didn't pay attention to these things. He carefully recalled the way Professor Lupine used magic just now, and he showed "emotion" again.

failed,

Not even a spark.

Sirius did not trick Malfoy. The movements and spells he taught Malfoy were correct, but it was still a bit too difficult for a third-year student to "be happy".

Too complicated.

To be honest, Draco Malfoy is not an idiot.

He can also be considered a good student with outstanding talent.

But compared to the geniuses of the previous generation, the gap between him and those people is still a bit big.

Such a curse is beyond his control.

Several times the spell failed, and Malfoy looked like a fool waving branches.

But he was not discouraged or depressed at all.

His eyes became more determined and calm.

Sirius stood aside, quietly waiting for Draco Malfoy to give up.

But what he didn't expect was that half an hour later, Draco Malfoy still didn't give up this boring practice. The practice of spells is a very boring process, and geniuses can always do it right away.

He discovered the trick, leveraged the magic power in his body, and easily completed the spell.

And those who are not smart enough always try to practice and repeat over and over again to do what geniuses can easily do.

This kind of people who are not smart enough are called local talents.

Such people are also famous smart people in the world.

Genius, talent.

Most of the wizards who followed were actually mediocre.

Everyone is mediocre.

Everyone's efforts are an unnecessary waste of time in the face of geniuses, and ineffective in the face of local talents.

True diligence is also a kind of talent.

The pursuit of the day after tomorrow is vulnerable in the face of genius

Gryffindor lounge.

Ron looked at the friends in front of him in surprise, feeling that they were all crazy.

He looked at the excited Hermione and the equally happy Harry Potter in front of him, with puzzled expressions on his face.

"What?'

He seemed to have heard something incredible, so he tried to lower his voice, pressed his hands down and said, "What are you talking about?

You want me to go with you to receive training from Professor Lupine?

Individual training for Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Why?

Will he give us extra points during the midterm and at the end of the term?’

He said he could not understand the excitement of the two good friends.

"So, can any of you explain why?

he asked.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, and Hermione said: "This is an opportunity, Ron, the essence of Defense Against the Dark Arts is time, and we don't have many opportunities to practice it.

It just so happens that now Professor Luping gives us an opportunity to practice. We must not miss this opportunity, Ron.

"We don't need to practice, we are only in the third grade, and we won't take the exam until we are in the fifth grade."

Ron argued.

"No, we need

Harry said excitedly: "We need it, Ron, we can't lie to ourselves anymore, think about what we met in the first grade, think about those things

I have a premonition, Ron. It was the premonition that Professor Luping gave me. Every training he gave me was useful and full of profound meaning.

he murmured to himself,

Ron was like a patient with a fever, talking nonsense in front of him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Harry, you should take a closer look at you in the mirror. You are looking stupid all over your body right now. Even if there is something wrong with the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore,

It's none of our business.'

Ron whispered, with a look of surprise in his tone.

Hermione said: "Ron, aren't you interested in Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Ron said: "Well, I'm really not interested, it's not as fun as my wizard chess.

Hermione was a little helpless, and she encouraged again: "Let's go together, Ron. There are not many people who like wizard chess, but if you join us, we can train together.

We're not here, so you haven't played wizard chess with others for several days."

Ron hesitated a little. To be honest, he was really bored staying alone in the Gryffindor lounge these days. Without Harry or Hermione, he didn't like to go to the library to study, and he didn't want to write.

paper.

I can only stay here in a daze.

Now when he heard this, Ron also felt a little strange.

Just when he was about to agree, Ron saw the twins walking in from the lounge. They seemed to be carrying an old box. This cabinet must have been soaked in a damp place for a long time. There was a smell of mold before they came in.

taste.

There is still moss on it.

"What's this?"

Seeing the cabinet, Ron asked subconsciously, and his body retreated behind the sofa honestly - this was because he had been teased too many times since he was a child, and it was a manifestation of his desire to survive. Every time the Weasley twins did something

When things are abnormal, it means they are playing tricks.

When Ron was young, his younger brother was the target of the twins' pranks many times.

The twins glanced at Ron with disdain, and then looked at Harry.

"This is a good thing.

He said to Harry mysteriously. Harry was a little curious and Hermione was a little nervous.

"There's not a Boggart in here, is there?'

She asked.

George said with a face of surprise: "What a surprise! You guessed it, there is a Boggart inside. Would you like us to open it and show it to you?'

"You're going to use this thing to play pranks?'

Harry was also shocked. The twin brothers shook their heads and said: "We are not using this thing to play tricks. We just plan to learn from the Boggart concept.'

“Tricky natural materials,

Fred was convinced.

"All right.

Hermione also stayed away from this thing. Everyone didn't like Boggarts. Even if they could be dealt with "funny", everyone didn't want to see the thing they feared most in their hearts. This thing didn't like it either.

Very desensitizing.

The twins saw the three little ones resisting and avoiding so much, and they sighed in unison.

I feel sad for these boring people.

It has no interest at all in participating in this great activity.

"Okay, you guys are boring.

George said that he left with the box, apparently planning to put it in his bedroom, but their crazy idea was stopped by someone at the stairs.

Weasley stopped Weasley.

Percy stopped them

"I am a prefect," he said loudly to the twin brothers, his ears turning red, "I am a prefect, so I cannot allow you to bring magical creatures into the dormitory.

"I'm a prefect.'

George imitated Percy well, "I am the prefect, and you two should call me prefect at home."

Fred also said in a sinister manner, "Yes, 'I am Percy, the Minister of Magic, and you all have to call me Minister.'"

As soon as the twins used their power and opened their mouths, Percy became angry and the freckles on his face were a little red but white.
To be continued...