Various Objective Factors-Don't Hang Yourself on One Tree

Seeing the glimmer of hope in Ron's eyes, Aaron felt a pang of sympathy for him for a second before decisively extinguishing it. "Ahem! Wandless Casting depends on talent."

"I think I should have this talent," Ron said without hesitation, already imagining how many fans he would gain by Wandless Casting.

"Heh!" Aaron was speechless at Ron's delusional confidence. "I don't want to discourage you, but including Dumbledore and me, there are probably no more than five people at Hogwarts who can Wandless Casting."

Wandless Casting has many drawbacks, including high difficulty in control and difficulty in achieving precision.

The same spell can be easily cast with Wand, but Wandless Casting increases the difficulty several times, even ten times.

Upon hearing this, Ron fell silent.

He wasn't unaware of his own limitations; even with the aid of Wand, his spellcasting skills were far from satisfactory, let alone the much more difficult Wandless Casting.

"Now that you've demonstrated, does that mean we have a chance to learn Wandless Casting?" Hermione asked tentatively.

"No," Aaron shook his head. "I'm just giving you a little suggestion: you can use magic without Wand."

But I won't teach you this skill; perhaps you can try learning it later.

"Why?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Only powerful and highly skilled Warlock can reliably master the difficult art of Wandless Casting, but it seems that you can't even pass the exam right now."

They won't listen to reason. They haven't even learned the simple things yet, and they want to master the difficult ones.

Furthermore, learning this skill takes a lot of time. Even low-level spells are very difficult to Wandless Casting. I don't have the time to teach you these things.

Harry:...

"Getting back to the point," Aaron coughed. "Wand can reduce the difficulty of casting spells, and powerful Wand can even greatly increase the power of spells."

Besides using external aids to enhance combat power, one's own physical condition is also very important.

Health or illness, excitement or weakness, rage or guilt can determine the outcome of a battle.

"Um... could you explain in more detail?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"No problem." Aaron snapped his fingers, and a third blackboard appeared, displaying four different pictures: a water glass with a straw and a faucet, a water tank, a reservoir, and a rushing river.

"If we compare Magic Power to a container, then using magic is like drawing water from it."

The apprenticeship of a magician is the stage of magical turmoil, where magic is not entirely under one's control, the water in the container is scarce, and obtaining and replenishing water is as uncertain as rainfall and evaporation.

This brings us to Muggle and Squib. Muggle don't have containers, Squib do, but their containers are cracked, and whatever they replenish leaks out. So they have some Warlock abilities, but they can't use magic.

A magician can control his own magic, but at this stage, the weakest use of magic is like drinking water from a cup with a straw, and the strongest is like using a tap to release water from a tank.

Magus are stronger; using magic is like using a pump to draw water from a reservoir.

The Archmage stage is another level altogether; they use magic like a dam releasing water.

The Grand Archmage is like a river; the higher the Magic Power, the wider the river channel and the faster the flow.

As for the latter two, they are both legendary entities, so I won't go into detail here.

As Aaron recounted his story, the thirty Warlock sitting below were all dumbfounded, their hearts pounding with excitement, as if they had just opened the door to a new world.

Originally, there were a few Warlock among these people who, like Zacharias, were not entirely convinced of Aaron's abilities. He was indeed powerful, but his teaching level was not necessarily that good. However, now they had no doubts.

While both are common-sense theoretical knowledge, Aaron's explanations far surpass those of Dolores Umbridge, and even Professor Lupin's explanations are not as vivid and concrete.

Aaron secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw everyone's focused expressions.

After all, it was a class of thirty students, and he didn't have much experience, but at least he managed to intimidate these proud and arrogant students.

"Generally speaking, there is a significant gap between different strength levels, and this gap becomes more pronounced as you progress. However, powerful tools, rich combat experience, and personal accumulation can make up for these gaps."

This makes challenging opponents of higher levels a real possibility. Archmage Peak can go toe-to-toe with Grand Archmage, and Archmage Peak may not be unable to compete with Holy Magus.

However, if the gap is too large, for example, the chasm between Magus and Grand Archmage, these cannot be bridged by these, but..."Aaron paused, tapping the word that appeared on the blackboard with his Wand: Status.

"If your enemy is in poor condition, for example, after a great battle when their magic power is greatly depleted, or when they are seriously injured and their strength is greatly reduced, then this gap may be crossed."

"Isn't this a bit..." Ron pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "A bit like taking advantage of someone in distress."

"Hahaha." Aaron couldn't help but laugh, his gaze towards Ron carrying a hint of affection for the mentally challenged. "I already said it was the enemy who was in poor condition. Do you have some misunderstanding about the word 'enemy'?"

In other words, if you encountered a Voldemort in the wild, but he was severely wounded and unconscious, would you immediately finish him off, or would you wait for him to heal and then have a peaceful duel?

"Oh, well..." Ron chuckled awkwardly, "Never mind what I said."

"Tch!" Draco rolled his eyes. "No wonder you're Weasley, how could you say something so idiotic?"

"Malfoy," Xilin glared at him, "Don't forget what you promised."

"This isn't a provocation, it's just stating the facts," Draco said matter-of-factly.

"Slytherin will take advantage of people in distress, but Gryffindor will not."

"Listen up, Potter," Draco gave Harry a knowing smile. "That's Slytherin standing on the platform."

Harry:...

"That's enough," Aaron said calmly. "Although this isn't a formal class, I don't care if you're going to swear or fight, you'd better keep it to yourself."

Now, listen to the lesson, understand?

Draco and Harry's hearts skipped a beat, but they immediately nodded in agreement.

"Then there are pets," Aaron said somewhat embarrassedly. "Although it sounds absurd, a powerful pet can play an important role in battle."

Everyone was a little taken aback by what he said. In their minds, pets were owls, toads, cats, dogs, and the like. If they were to join the battle between Warlock, they would be lucky to avoid being torn to pieces, let alone help.

But Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco all stared at Abei, who was slumped over the lectern, without a doubt about it.

"Isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?" Fred and George said.

"Not an exaggeration, not at all." Harry pursed his lips and said. He had seen Abei's fighting style before, and even now he wasn't entirely confident in dealing with him.

Moreover, that was several years ago; he dared not even imagine how powerful this dragon was now.

"To give you a simple example." Aaron snapped his fingers, and Hagrid's image appeared on the blackboard, with countless red eyes behind him.

"This is someone I believe everyone knows very well, Rubeus Hagrid, our forest ranger and professor of Care of Magical Creatures."

What many people may not know is that most of the Fantastic Beasts in the Forbidden Forest were his pets; he even owned a Three-headed Dog, the kind as big as a house.

Everyone suddenly realized that it was an exaggeration to say that this was a pet.

"The last point is luck," Aaron said solemnly. "It cannot be denied that luck is also a part of strength."

Just like I said before about the Priori Incantatem, even an ant can escape from a Great wizard by sheer luck.

The Magic World also has a way to improve luck; it's a very precious Potions Felix Felicis.

If one day you really have to fight against evil forces, drink a sip of Felix Felicis before the battle begins; your chances of survival will increase by at least 20%.

As soon as he finished speaking, several arms suddenly rose in the classroom.

"Susan," Aaron called out.

"That... Felix Felicis seems to be very hard to buy, the kind that's expensive but unavailable."

"That's normal. Nobody would put Potions that can improve luck up for sale unless they were desperate for money," Aaron said, then looked at the Gryffindor who was holding the tallest hand, "Angelina."

"If it can improve luck, then Quidditch Match... uh, you know what I mean?"

Aaron rolled his eyes, speechless. He remembered that Angelina was now the captain of the Gryffindor House Team, but this attitude was something he hadn't expected.

"Of course," Aaron said, forcing a response. "The good fortune brought by Felix Felicis is essentially an enhancement of all aspects of one's abilities, including communication, magic, reaction time, and thinking."

In addition, Felix Felicis can also reduce mood regulation, allowing the user to enter an excellent state where they are not affected by emotions.

With these buffs applied, your win rate will definitely increase significantly.

"That's great!" Angelina exclaimed with a smile.

"You've got some serious ideas!" Draco scoffed. "Drugs are forbidden in real matches, although Hogwarts isn't that strict."

"Who said we were going to cheat?" Angelina couldn't hold back any longer. "I just thought that if we Felix Felicis, our training would be twice as effective, and we wouldn't have to worry too much about getting injured."

"Really?" Draco looked at her skeptically.

"Absolutely true."

"Perhaps!" Draco smirked, dismissing the situation with a sneer. "It's not that I look down on you, but even if you wanted to cheat with Felix Felicis, you don't have the ability."

"You..." Angelina glared at him angrily, then looked at Aaron, "Is there anywhere I can get Felix Felicis?"

"It's difficult," Aaron said bluntly. "The setup will take at least six months, and the materials required are extremely rare."

Generally, only Potions Masters can concoct these potions, and at Hogwarts, only one professor might have them in stock.

"Professor Snape?"

Angelina's face immediately fell. She didn't know if Snape had Felix Felicis, and even if he did, he wouldn't give it to Gryffindor.

"Actually, it's not that pessimistic. If you can gather all the materials, I can reluctantly prepare a set for you," Aaron said casually.

"Really?" Luna asked, her voice filled with doubt. "You can configure it?"

"Hold on."

Aaron patted Abei's head to wake it from its sleep, then pulled a small bottle of clear solution from its pocket.

It contained only about one milliliter, and everyone's eyes were fixed on this tiny glass bottle. Occasionally, the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.

"I need the materials simply to improve my experience in Potions- making."

If you don't trust my crafting skills, as long as you can gather enough materials, you can come to me to exchange them for the finished product. After all, this thing is dispensable to me.

Everyone:...

"This is all the common sense knowledge. If you have any questions, you'd better ask them now, because I won't be answering your related questions after today."

The room fell silent instantly; no one dared to ask a question.

"Alright, let's begin the lesson now." Aaron took a deep breath. "First, the first spell, the Disarming Charm. Raise your hand if you know it."

All thirty people raised their right hands, except for the lower-grade Warlock raised their hands lower, clearly lacking confidence.

"Hmm... not bad." Aaron nodded slightly. "Just knowing how isn't enough; you need to master it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the twenty-nine stone statues were evenly scattered throughout the room. However, they did not hold any weapons; they only held a tree branch that resembled Wand.

"Harry, you can arrange their training, right?"

"Uh..." Harry paused for a moment before realizing what he meant, "Of course, no problem."

"Then you shall arrange for them to train with the Disarming Charm."

Everyone, I'll give you half an hour to familiarize yourselves with this spell. After half an hour, boys will practice with Draco or Harry, and girls will practice with Xilin. You'll have three chances. As long as you can dispel the other person's weapon even once, you'll pass and can proceed to the next spell.

If you can't do that, then continue practicing the Disarming Charm, and after another half hour, find those qualified students to spar with. You still have three chances.

"Wait a minute." Neville timidly raised his hand and asked shyly, "If I keep failing, do I have to keep practicing the Disarming Charm?"

Aaron's lips twitched. You're supposed to be a fifth-level Warlock, why are you so insecure?

"Of course not, I wouldn't agree if you wanted to hang yourself on one tree!" Aaron pointed to a dozen or so spells on the first blackboard and said, "I said before that I don't expect you to know them all, and you won't have a chance to memorize them one by one in battle."

If you can't learn the Disarming Charm in one lesson, then try two. If you still feel you're not cut out for this spell in the third lesson, then learn a different spell.

Once or twice is acceptable, but doing it three or four times is not worthwhile.

"Is that so? Then I'm all set."

Aaron looked at the group as they stood up and said earnestly, "In any classroom, there will be good students and bad students. I will not let the good students wait for the bad students to catch up with the learning progress, as that would be unfair to them."

So... I hope a few of you will prepare in advance, forgo learning some spells, and find a spell you are good at and practice it; that might be more effective.