Popular Web NovelsChapter 488 Pikli's Duel PracticeChapter 488 Pikli's duel practice
"Start!"
Graves immediately retreated a long distance behind, his steps were agile, and his torso remained stable during the rapid movement. After all, He is a person who can face the fire dragon with his athletic ability, and his movements are very neat.
This time he planned to practice at a safe distance, and then use various spells and transformations to let his friend, who was three years younger than him, see what a real duel was.
However, when Graves took his position, he looked up and saw that the person opposite him also took a few steps back, widening the distance between them. The distance between the two was close to 30 feet.
Graves narrowed his eyes slightly. This distance required higher accuracy for the spell. During the casting process, the wand was slightly offset, and landing 30 feet away was already a huge error.
It seems that my new friends don't know any common sense about dueling. The magic level of the two parties is too different, so they can only find flaws through close combat.
"Okay, let the other party see the exquisite combination of magic spells first..."
Graves thought about teaching his new friend a lesson, and quickly raised his wand: "[ Retreat the enemy three feet]"
Loren's eyelids trembled slightly, and a dim crystal blue light floated in his eyes. He saw that the magic power on Graves was already quietly flowing, and the casting speed was faster than he could. Most of the 17-year-old wizards I have seen are very fast. It is not just a repelling spell. There are more spells connected after the first spell. Whether he avoids or welcomes it, the second one follows closely. The third attack.
He was in the direction pointed by the tip of the staff, and felt that the movements of the people around him and the magic power on his opponent slowed down. A quiet and wonderful perception spread out from his mind, spreading silently in all directions.
He could clearly see the emerald green light of the repelling curse accumulating bit by bit, and he could even see the point where the spell landed, just below his left rib.
Graves had a strange feeling in his heart. This new friend's movements were too slow, and he didn't make any resistance or dodge until he finished casting the spell.
You don't think about giving up after getting hit if you can't win, do you?
"Whoops!"
The air around the tip of the staff vibrated slightly, and the magic light shot forward.
But something unexpected happened to him. The magic spell that was supposed to hit the opponent and knock him back or even knock him over didn't even hit the target. Instead, he hit the tip of the opposite wand directly, hitting the An invisible and smooth transparent wall not only does nothing, it even reflects back.
"[Armor Protection]"
"Iron Armor Curse!"
Graves' pupils shrank and he chose to use his strong body to resist.
As a warrior of Ilvermorny, his body can withstand the dragon's tail flick.
"Bang!"
A dull impact.
Graves was knocked back by his own curse. He originally wanted to give up defense and dodge, resist the curse and take the opportunity to counterattack, but when he wanted to open his mouth to recite the curse, something flashed in front of his eyes. There was a faint green glow, followed by countless slight sounds of breaking through the air.
Before he could take a closer look, he saw densely packed and almost invisible repelling spells coming continuously.
There was no time to react.
Graves had just been knocked back and was unable to stand still. His center of gravity was unstable and he had nowhere to rely on. He could only protect his head with both hands and turn his body sideways to reduce the area affected by the blow.
"Pengpeng..."
The dull sound of impact echoed.
In the blink of an eye, Graves completely lost the opportunity to defend and counterattack. These fine repel spells were not very powerful, but the continuous offensive like spring rain made him retreat continuously, and he was knocked back several times each time. inches, and the cowhide soles sizzled against the floor.
The warrior's body was indeed strong. He only felt slight pain under such an attack and was not injured at all.
When he came to his senses, his back was already pressed against the stone wall behind the classroom, and he was unable to retreat.
Graves put down his hands, rubbed his sore arms, and glanced at Principal Fontana with a complicated expression.
Headmaster, there is a big difference in the teaching standards between Ilvermorny and Hogwarts.
Principal Fontana was a little silent, and glanced at Professor McGonagall calmly, with the same complicated expression.
The three little wizards standing nearby had tense faces, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, suggesting that they were trying hard to suppress laughter.
Professor McGonagall stepped forward and patted Graves's robe with a tenderness that no Hogwarts student had ever seen before. She cleared her throat: "Morgan's experience is very special, magic. You are more powerful than the young wizards of the same age and are very talented in spells, so you have learned a lot of advanced spells in advance. Pickley, you were a little careless and were surprised..."
Graves was silent.
Thank you Professor, I was comforted.
"..."
Loren clicked his tongue silently. Professor McGonagall was so partial. His student was called Morgan, and someone else's student was called Pickley.
"It's not carelessness, it's arrogance and underestimation." Principal Fontana patted Loren on the shoulder as if he was commending him, as if Loren was a student of Ilvermorny, "I think Loren is older than you. He was young, so he took it for granted that he would win, thinking that his magic power was stronger than his, and his magic skills were better than him, but he was beaten so hard that he couldn't hold his head up.
"Isn't this a lesson, Pikli? "
"Yes..."
Graves was so ashamed that he couldn't hold his head up.
Principal Fontana looked at Professor McGonagall: "In the next scene, let the two warriors Harry and Pickley do the demonstration, okay, Professor McGonagall?"
"Of course." McGonagall The professor nodded and smiled.
Harry scratched his head, held the wand and stood in the center of the classroom. Standing in front of the rested Graves, he raised the wand and prepared for the drill.
Principal Fontana instructed Graves: "Duel practice in a narrow venue competes on speed, casting speed, reaction speed, decision-making speed... It eliminates the unexpected factors of sneak attacks and group attacks. Pikli, as long as you can concentrate and control when to cast spells and attack and when to defend and dodge, you will basically control the rhythm of the battle, which also means victory is guaranteed."
"Follow him. In a stalemate, your age advantage is your magic advantage; by constantly exchanging offense and defense with him, you can use spells that he has not learned... or even basic transformation spells, and you will have more application experience."
Graves nodded solemnly, indicating that he understood.
After Principal Fontana finished speaking, he looked at Professor McGonagall, hoping that he would also explain some dueling experience to Harry.
Professor McGonagall nodded happily and said in a deep voice: "Principal Fontana is right."
"..."
Am I asking you to say this?
Fontana's eyes twitched slightly.
"Start!"
The onlookers at the back suddenly became excited. If the two professors were not beside them, they might have cheered loudly.
Ron stood at the front, and he couldn't wait to see the warrior on the opposite side being knocked over by the disarming spell.
In the middle of the classroom, Graves has quickly accumulated the first magic spell. His casting speed is very fast, coupled with his high concentration, the spell is almost stuck and shouted out.
"[Retreat the enemy three feet]"
The battle must be ended cleanly and beautifully!
Graves silently made up his mind that the shameful incident of being beaten so hard that he could not hold his head up because he underestimated his enemy would never happen again.
We don't play any subtle combinations of magic spells, nor do we show off any transformation skills. We just play it steadily, you come and I go.
In the blink of an eye, the emerald green repel spell has been launched.
No matter whether the opponent uses magic spells to counter, dodge, or resist forcefully, Graves has already prepared the follow-up response method.
None of the expected scenes happened, and a powerful disarming spell was triggered from the opposite side. "[Expelliarmus]"
"Bang!"
A muffled sound.
The emerald green light collided with the crimson beam, and the disarming spell trembled violently for a moment, but it still crushed the repelling spell and shot toward him.
Graves' scalp was numb. It was obvious that he had accumulated energy in advance and activated the spell first, but it was directly defeated by the disarming spell that the opponent hastily counterattacked. Is Ilvermorny's education really no problem... …
Seeing the oncoming red light, Graves quickly gathered his thoughts and hurriedly stepped aside.
"Bang!"
The disarming curse bombarded the wall behind, making a dull sound.
Principal Fontana frowned slightly and warned again: "Pickley, don't underestimate the enemy."
Graves' expression was numb: "I really don't."
"..."
After a short rest, Graves launched the attack again. As an outstanding student representative of Ilvermorny, he has mastered most of the spells in the textbook, and he has a strong and agile body, and can even occasionally He forced himself to take one or two magic spells in exchange for an opportunity to attack, but these lost their effect in the face of the unreasonable disarming spell.
"[Fainted]"
"[Expelliarmus]"
"[All Fire]"
"[Expelliarmus]"
"..."
Ten minutes later, Graves's face gradually became serious. He originally thought that such a powerful spell would consume a lot of energy, and he tried to use tug-of-war to drag Harry down until he was mentally exhausted. However, the battle continued until now. Is Harry tired yet? He didn't know, but he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.
Cast a disarming spell and kill him before he loses the ability to fight!
Graves made up his mind and no longer evaded the oncoming thick red beam. Instead, he waved his staff forward and shouted in a deep voice: "[Everyone is petrified]"
His eyes Narrowing his eyes slightly, he seemed to have seen his wand slipping away, while Harry opposite him became petrified and lost the ability to fight.
"Bang!"
The moment the curse came upon him, Graves felt a powerful impact, as if a bison had hit him, knocking him away and knocking him away. He landed hard behind the stone wall at the back of the classroom and even bounced on the ground.
"Ahem..."
While coughing, Graves climbed up with difficulty, took the wand handed over from Harry with a dazed expression, and unconsciously murmured: "What kind of spell is this?"< br>
Harry was stunned for a moment: "It's a disarming curse."
"Is this a disarming curse?!"
"Expelliarmus, yes, it's a disarming curse. ."
"..."
Graves looked at his principal in confusion. It could be seen from his dull expression that this warrior of Ilvermorny was a little doubtful about life now.
Principal Fontana was silent.
Professor McGonagall was also a little silent.
Only Ron grinned.
He even pretended to come forward and comforted Graves a few words, imparted a lot of experience in resisting disarming spells, and loudly praised his strong body, despite being hit by such a severe disarming spell, hitting such a hard wall, and coughing twice. He can get up at the sound of a sound, but he would have to lie down for more than ten minutes.
It's okay that he didn't say it. As soon as he mentioned this matter, Graves held his stomach and turned pale.
In order to prevent Ron from aggravating the injuries of the fellow school warriors, Loren quickly stopped him from talking.
Professor McGonagall took advantage of the situation to explain the two duels just now. He was very sure that Graves had suffered a hidden disadvantage because he did not understand his opponent. The main reason for today's unfavorable start was that Loren, Harry and ordinary little Wizards are different. You will get used to it after practicing a few times.
Loren didn't know how much Graves believed him, but his face looked much better by the time get out of class was over.
After leaving the abandoned classroom, it was already dark outside. A moon hung on the top of the tower in the north, its light was cold and the stars were sparse.
There was still some time before lights out, so Harry and Ron went back to the common room, while Loren and Hermione went to the North Tower to study astronomy.
...
The cool night breeze blew across the platform at the top of the tower. There was a boy with black hair and black eyes sitting beside the wall. His feet were hanging out of the wall and hanging naturally. The wind swayed slightly.
A beautiful girl was lying next to him, her head resting on his lap, her clear eyes filled with the glimmer of stars.
"Actually, I think Graves is already very powerful, and Harry's disarming spell is also very powerful. Even if you practice with me all the time, I think my dueling ability is only a little better than theirs, and... it may be very soon. I can't compare to them."
In the cool night breeze, the little witch's voice was a little melancholy: "Loren, I seem to be a nerd who only knows how to memorize things by rote..."
"Granger," the boy's voice was solemn and solemn, "being able to read and recite the knowledge in the book is an extremely powerful ability. It is not memorizing by rote, nor is it a nerd!"
" But my dueling ability is very average. After practicing for so long, I am only a little better than them."
"I will keep practicing with you, and you will always be better than them."
Hermione looked at his lower face quietly, the stars in her eyes began to ripple, and she couldn't help but feel a hint of pleasure at the corner of her mouth.
"Professor Morgan is really reliable..."
Hermione turned slightly sideways and buried her face in his belly. She wrapped her hands around his waist from the side and tightened it tightly. , when breathing slowly, you can smell the smell of laundry detergent on his robe, and you can still feel the warm body temperature on his forehead and cheeks.
Loren felt a little itchy in his belly, but he didn't move.
The soft voice sounded, blending into the not-dark night, drifting away with the wind:
"Do you think Graves won't be able to sleep tonight?"
"It's better not to be able to sleep."
"Huh?"
"I'm worried about him sleeping There are disarming spells in dreams."
"..."
Hermione couldn't help but chuckle, and then she felt it was a bit offensive to make fun of someone behind his back. She couldn't be such a bad person, so she pursed her lips and hugged him hard.
I was speechless for a moment.
The gentle wind disperses the clouds and mist, making the starry sky outside the tower more brilliant and the moon phase full.
In the quiet night, it seems that two people are sitting here in silence, which is the happiest thing.
(End of this chapter)