Popular Web NovelsChapter 491 Hogwarts is abnormal!Chapter 491: Hogwarts is abnormal!
Professor McGonagall and Principal Fengta met each other step by step. Perhaps they had already exchanged greetings when they met outside the classroom, so this duel practice was very simple. They greeted each other and started directly.
Hermione and Graves are currently practicing duels in the center of the abandoned classroom. Objectively speaking, Graves is two years older than Hermione, has stronger magic, knows more spells, and has more dueling experience. It is also richer, but judging from the situation between the two, the situation of the two is completely reversed.
Before the two men officially started fighting, the onlookers discussed their advantages and disadvantages.
The three boys, led by Loren, believed that Hermione was a sure winner, but Butt claimed that Pickley's last defeat was just an accident. After a week of training, he was no longer the same person...
Professor McGonagall and Principal Fontana stood nearby, listening to their discussion with gentle smiles, but their eyes were a little complicated.
Graves was focused on guarding the girl opposite him. Before the duel started, he had already inquired about this little witch who was number one in the grade and was called Miss Know-It-All. She had always ranked first in theory exams. But some people called her a nerd behind her back, inferring that her dueling ability should be average.
Graves felt his face heat up just thinking about it after two defeats last week by an underage wizard who was three years younger than him. But just like Nancy said, Loren and Harry can't be looked at with normal eyes. When he fought, he looked down on others, so he deserved to be defeated.
Today, he must wash away his shame and rebuild Ilvermorny's reputation!
Graves controlled his breathing, closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again, his eyes burning: "[Back off the enemy three feet]"
Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly, watching the steady and powerful repel spell flying straight towards her. She calmly stirred her wand and summoned the tables and chairs at the edge of the classroom to block the path of the spell's flight. .
In fact, the most perfect state would be to apply the deformation spell to the table and chair, but she is not that flexible yet, and the casting speed is not fast enough.
The onlookers only saw a flash of green light, and in the blink of an eye they hit the flying tables and chairs. The wooden tables and chairs, which had been eaten away by insects, and had aged inside, fell apart at the moment of collision, shattering into pieces in the air. Numerous pieces of wood and sawdust.
The wooden block fell to the floor with a slight sound, and then sawdust fell to the ground.
Principal Fontana was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene. His focused eyes slowly relaxed and he sighed softly: "Professor McGonagall, you have a good student..."
"Thank you for your compliment, Principal Fontana." Professor McGonagall said with a smile.
Principal Fontana watched as Pickley was fully on guard against his opponent and completely ignored the wooden blocks on the ground. He knew in his heart that the situation of the battle was now very clear. This little boy named Hermione Granger At a young age, the witch was already able to apply transformation into duels, and even deliberately created a favorable environment. On the other hand, Pikli on the opposite side probably only reacts when he is beaten.
After realizing it, the battle should be over.
Principal Fontana felt a little confused. Is the education at Hogwarts really better? Is Ilvermorny already behind in this regard?
A voice faintly floated in his ear. Professor Tom Gunter may be right...
"[Flock of Flying Birds]"
Many wooden blocks on the floor suddenly turned into hummingbirds with sharp beaks. They flapped their wings and quickly surrounded Graves. Graves noticed the small eyes of these hummingbirds. The fierce light inside, in the late spring weather, suddenly caused cold sweat to break out from behind.
There were too many, and they surrounded him in all directions. If they attacked in one direction, hummingbirds from other directions would swarm up...
Graves tried to calm down and quickly Thinking about how to respond.
Attack the opponent directly... No, there is a hummingbird in the way.
Burning the hummingbird with a fire spell... No, that would burn yourself instead.
"…"
The chirping of birds reached his ears, making Graves feel a little depressed.
"[Thousands of Bullets]"
The hummingbirds' wings suddenly swung back, straightened their sharp beaks, and all stabbed at Graves at a speed that was almost invisible. There was a sound of breaking wind.
"Okay, practice is over."
Professor McGonagall's steady voice sounded, and she waved her wand. The densely packed hummingbirds stopped in the air, and then all flew back, landing on the floor and picking them up. Sawdust flew out the window.
Hermione's eyes were shining. Professor McGonagall instantly took control of her hummingbird. This required a deep understanding of the basic principles of transformation. The subsequent movements of the hummingbird became more light and natural, even when flying. There was no loss of control when going out the window.
The other little wizards didn't notice so many twists and turns, they just thought that Professor McGonagall was cleaning up the battlefield while showing off her exquisite transformation skills.
"For young wizards of your age, Miss Granger's duel strategy just now is commendable..." Professor McGonagall explained meticulously, as if it was a normal class, but familiar with her People will notice that there is a smile on her face, a weak but lasting smile.
"There are still many areas worth optimizing in execution, such as interspersing more subtle transformations, for example, you can make more hummingbirds..."
Half an hour later, Professor McGonagall finished the explanation, He nodded to Graves: "Actually, Pikli, you did not lose, but you have never been exposed to the duel strategy of using transformation to create a favorable environment before. You will definitely not suffer a loss next time."
Graves His eyebrows were knitted tightly together, wondering why what Professor McGonagall said seemed so familiar. Had he heard it somewhere?
Oh, I heard it during the last duel training.
Graves was completely numb.
It's okay if I can't beat Harry, he is the warrior chosen by the Goblet of Fire;
I can barely deceive myself if I can't beat Loren. His Iron Armor Curse really caught me off guard, and it can be considered a moment of carelessness.
But now even Hermione, who is called a nerd by the students at Hogwarts, can't beat her, so how can she convince herself?
This is a nerd, so what am I, a pure nerd?
Graves turned to look at his principal——
Hey, the principal is here too.
Graves fell into thinking, did this change of direction mean that it was not him who had a problem, but Ilvermorny's problem...
However, no normal fourth grade student would Iron Armor Curse!
How can a normal 14-year-old witch know the transformation dueling tactics!
And that completely unreasonable disarming curse!
A flash of light flashed before Graves' eyes, and he almost beat his fists and cheered - there was something wrong with Lin Mei's Hogwarts!
Nancy Boot watched her friend's expressions change continuously for several minutes, and finally showed a smile of realization. She couldn't help but fall into silence.
Let's comfort him when we get back later.
Look at poor Pikli, he is so lost that his head is in a daze.
In the second half of the training, several people exchanged opponents for duel practice. This was a bit boring for Loren. None of them could put too much pressure on him. He used the Iron Armor Curse to fight back the oncoming magic spells. , coupled with a small instant spell, can make the opponent scramble to parry, and the rhythm of the battle will fall into his hands, and he has the final say on offense and defense.
After a few people got used to it, they were able to stop a few waves of painless counterattacks.
Graves will choose a less powerful spell to resist it, trying to injure the enemy a thousand times and damage himself eight hundred, although in a normal game, he will always damage himself eight hundred first and then not hurt the enemy;
Harry used a powerful disarming spell to defeat Loren's little magic spell, but the result was that he was always beaten by his own disarming spell; Ron had his own understanding of the rhythm and Loren's intentions, but instead The most relaxed one among the few.
Hermione was different, she wholeheartedly wanted to sprinkle some ashes on Loren, even if she endured two blows.
After practicing with her twice, Loren suggested that Professor McGonagall let her practice with Nancy Boot, and finally did not go back to the dormitory to take a shower. ...
Late night, book of fantasy, duel classroom.
"Alas! This suppression is too much!"
The dense rays of magic spells fell like hail, but each one was so powerful that after one hit, Luo was declared incapable of fighting. Lun was holding open an iron-armored curse shield that barely covered his body, holding on with difficulty.
"Duel practice requires pressure to make progress."
The short figure of "Professor Flitwick" was suspended in the air, his lips moved, and he waved his wand and cast a disarming spell even more unreasonable than Harry's.
"Boom...boom..."
The magic spell struck the transparent shield of the magic spell, and the wand vibrated violently. Loren's palms began to feel numb and he gradually lost consciousness. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer and the wand would fly out at any time.
"That's too much!"
Loren took a breath, and his figure disappeared instantly. His phantom appearance was proficient enough to be used in battle, but he suddenly appeared in the classroom. The other end couldn't get rid of the curse, which gave him an opportunity to counterattack.
The clear yellow flames spurted out and soon turned into a huge ball in the air. The color of the flames also quickly settled with a hint of black. The astonishing heat wave distorted the space, and also melted and annihilated the endless demons. curse.
"The Lihuo is not invincible." "Professor Flitwick" had a faint smile on his face. He allowed the Lihuo to expand for a while, and then it landed lightly on a piece that had not yet been ignited. In the open space, he held the wand behind his back and thrust it down.
"[All curses will end]"
The crystal blue light broke through the ground like a sharp sword, seeping out from the gaps, and the aurora-like curse light stood up in the air There are rows of light walls, and the fierce fire has no reaction at all when it hits the light wall. It seems to have degenerated into ordinary flames. Not only did it fail to ignite the ground and air, but it was extinguished by the light wall.
More and more light emanates from the ground, emitting a dreamlike crystal blue color, like the cloudless sky after a midsummer rain, magnificent and brilliant. The wall of light gradually compresses the ignited fierce fire field, Until the Lihuo is completely annihilated, leaving nothing behind.
Loren raised his eyebrows when he saw it: "You are cheating, I believe you can put out the fire that has just started, but for the fire that is already burning, this..."
"It can also be done. Extinguish it." Flamel had returned to his original appearance, and he chuckled, "Don't underestimate the fairy hybrid professor, he has the ability to do this, even faster and better."
"Professor Flitwick..."
He is truly a master of spells.
Loren clicked his tongue a little.
...
"Huh..."
Loren yawned and looked at the sky reflected on the lake with half-closed eyes. The cotton-like clouds rolled up and relaxed, cool. The wind is blowing, the water vapor is fresh, and the chirping of unknown insects and birds can be heard in the distance. It is another weekend suitable for sleeping.
Not to mention the fact that Hermione's sweet-smelling and soft thighs were resting on her head, it would be a shame for the little witch if she didn't take a nap.
Loren twisted his head and was immediately held down by a hand. Hermione's light voice passed around the book and reached his ears.
"Move around and sit down."
"..."
Loren held his neck, but couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his head slightly and read the cover page of the book: "Analysis of dueling skills?"< br>
"…"
"Okay, despicable Granger, while I'm going to sleep, Harry wants to learn Occlumency, and Ron wants to play chess, I'll sneak away by myself. , are you going to learn dueling skills quietly, and then beat us up hard next week?"
"..."
"It's so despicable!"
"You are the only one who talks too much."
Hermione, half leaning under the tree, looked helpless. Holding the book with one hand, the free hand gently covered the man's eyes, "Either sleep well, or get up and study with me."
Loren suddenly stopped talking, he didn't want to He was studying, so he rested his head on Hermione's thigh and quietly observed her beauty through the narrow finger gaps in front of his eyes.
The skylight casts spots through the branches and leaves, and the shade of the trees envelopes the pair under the trees.
The time is clear and the breeze is just right.
...
Harry walked in the dim underground corridor. The dark environment and closed environment would make the sound of footsteps echo non-stop, so he skillfully slowed down his steps and walked toward Si Dean Leitlin's office was slowly approaching.
For the past few months, he has been coming to Snape every weekend to learn Occlumency. Although there has been little progress, his scar does not hurt anymore.
After walking down the front aisle, turn the corner and you're there.
As Harry slowly approached, he heard a familiar voice coming from ahead.
"Severus, aren't you scared?"
It's Karkaroff again?
Whether Snape was scared or not he didn't know, but Karkaroff's voice was filled with fear.
Harry stopped and cautiously stuck his head out, observing the situation not far away.
I saw Karkaroff standing at the door of Snape's office, pulling up one sleeve and showing him something in a panic: "Look, it's becoming more and more obvious, especially It was last Thursday, and it seemed like it was back to the past...Don't you feel it, Severus?"
" Snape glanced indifferently, " If you want to escape, I will support you, but I won't leave."
"You!" Karkaroff seemed to be about to rebuke loudly, but quickly lowered his voice, "What do you think you will do if he comes back? Well, stop dreaming, you know what kind of person he is..."
"I know." Snape's voice was calm and his cold black eyes were unblinking, "The time has come. Harry Potter is coming to see me soon, you'd better leave quickly."
Karkaroff looked ugly. He was silent for a while, pulled off his sleeves and left without looking back.
Harry quickly pretended to have just walked over. When he passed Karkaroff, he glanced at the arm calmly, but saw nothing.
(End of this chapter)
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