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In general, the wand allows magic to leave the body much easier and more directed. Perhaps, for this reason, the sensitivity to magic during witchcraft is somewhat lower. More precisely, the very current of magic, not meeting much resistance, does not cause the necessary sensations, as there is almost no effort to create the current. From this, it follows a reasonable conclusion, of course, on condition that the provided theory is correct, that a less suitable wand, or better at all almost unsuitable, but at least a bit permeable to magic, will require much more effort for witchcraft, and thus sensitivity to magic will increase...
"And so it is!" I jumped up, experiencing some kind of epiphany. "Damn, Neville!"
From the rush of thoughts, I began to march through the class, hands behind my back. As far as I know, Neville's wand doesn't fit him at all. However, the boy tries incredibly hard, overcoming with enviable persistence and consistency, even though he himself constantly complains about his alleged mediocrity. At the same time, he even succeeds, albeit, in terms of the speed of mastering new spells, he is practically in the last place. The only one who was worse was Ron, but with the acquisition of a new wand, he had already shown that he was not so untalented. But that only made him neglect his studies even more. But what was my point? It was simple - Neville's cunning grandmother, or perhaps she was not the only one, and not just with respect to Neville, had given him a wand that was not very suitable in the hope of his hard work. In time, albeit not soon, the boy should learn to conjure "through force," increasing his intuitive understanding of the processes of magic formation along the way. And when he gets a good wand, witchcraft will be as easy as breathing. The proof of his development in the field of magic sensitivity can be plants. Every year, he understands them better and better, feels them. This is evident in the classes.
In general, there are probably other methods that are still unknown to me, or I am simply not very smart. I don't want to believe in this. Still, the method with a wand seems to be quite acceptable and urgently requires verification.
Cheerful and satisfied with the day off, students flashed by, bustle reigned on the courtyard terrace. Someone even sat with textbooks, basking in the rays of the warm summer sun that had not yet hidden behind the castle walls. But I was in a hurry ...
When I entered the library, the first thing I did was to say hello to the indispensable and constant Madam Pince, our strict librarian.
"Good day, madam," I nodded with a smile and immediately held out my pass to the Forbidden Section.
"Good day, young man," she nodded, fixing her glasses with her finger.
Taking the pass in her hands, Madame Pince ran a quick but careful glance over the text.
"Principal Dumbledore said he would write you and Miss Granger such documents. From today until the last day of the school year, you are allowed to work in the Forbidden Section. You know the way, the rules remain the same. Read the instructions for the new books in the section. On the last page."
"Thank you, madam."
Nodding to each other, we each went back to our jobs - Madame Pince to fill out some forms, and I headed for the Forbidden Section at a brisk pace. As always, at the beginning of the year, the library was empty and very quiet, especially since it was a Saturday afternoon. In general, no one seemed to know that Hermione and I would be visiting the place so coveted by knowledge seekers for the second year.
As I walked through the open double doors of the Forbidden Section, I found Hermione, with her black gloves on, perusing one of the books on the left side of the room.
"Ahem..." I drew her attention to myself, though there is a soft chime of bells for that when someone comes in here. Still, it seemed Hermione was too engrossed in her reading, completely ignoring not only the extraneous distractions but also a couple of curly strands that had broken out of her hairstyle.
"Miss Granger."
"Huh?" the girl looked up a little sharper than required from the text in the book. "Max, you almost scared me."
"Maybe. How's it going?"
Stepping closer, I looked at the book the girl was studying.
"Ooh, where did you find the basics of necromancy?"
"Actually," Hermione went into "lecturer" mode, only much gentler than in the first few months of our acquaintance. "The term 'necromancy' has quite a different meaning than is ascribed to it. Only in the last dozen years has it begun to come into common usage among wizards, and it came from the common world under the influence of fantasy. In its original meaning, necromancy is almost extinct because it is virtually impossible to summon the spirit of the deceased, and it is the work with such spirits that is meant by the word "necromancy." Necromancy in the modern lexicon is meant to be nothing more than a fusion of Malefic science, transfiguration, charms, and a section of chimerology - vitamisterium. It is more correct to call it all "Necromagic." I did not find materials specifically on necromancy here. Still, I think that some of the pure-bloods probably have something on working with souls."
"Interesting," I could not help but smile, causing a return smile. Hermione didn't seem to turn her nose up at such knowledge anymore.