days at Hogwarts

Chapter 491: Hogwarts is abnormal!

Professor McGonagall and Principal Fengta met each other on foot. 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, but... Judging from the situation of the two fighting, the situation of the two people was completely reversed.

Before the two men officially started fighting, onlookers discussed their strengths and weaknesses.

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 fully on guard against the girl across from him. Before the duel started, he had already inquired about this little witch who was number one in the grade. She was called Miss Know-It-All. She had always been the best in theory exams, but some people also called her behind her back. Being a nerd, inferring from this, her dueling ability should be average.

Last week, he suffered two defeats, and he was still an underage wizard three years younger than himself. Graves felt his face heat up when he thought about it. 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, 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 on tables and chairs, but she is not that flexible yet, and the casting speed is not fast enough.

The onlookers only saw a flash of blue 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, breaking into numerous wooden pieces and pieces in the air. sawdust.

The block of wood 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. The little witch named Hermione Granger was already able to Apply the deformation technique to duels, and even deliberately create 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 lagging behind in this regard?

A voice floated faintly in his ears. Professor Tom Gunter might be right...

"[Flocks of flying birds]"

The many wooden blocks on the floor suddenly turned into hummingbirds with sharp beaks. They flapped their wings and quickly surrounded Graves. Graves noticed the fierce light in the small eyes of these hummingbirds. In the cold weather of late spring, there were sudden sounds from behind. Breaking into a cold sweat.

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 thought of ways to deal with it.

Directly attacking the opponent himself... 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, which made Graves feel a little depressed.

"[Thousands of bullets fired]"

The hummingbirds swung their wings back suddenly, raised their sharp beaks, and stabbed at Graves at a speed so fast that there was a faint sound of breaking wind.

"Okay, practice is over."

Professor McGonagall's calm voice sounded, and she waved her magic wand. The densely packed hummingbirds stopped in the air, then flew back together, landed on the floor, picked up sawdust and flew out the window.

Hermione's eyes sparkled. Professor McGonagall instantly seized 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 if it flew out of the window, it did not lose control. .

The other little wizards didn't notice so many twists and turns, and 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 she were in a normal class, but those who are familiar with her will notice her face. There was a smile on his face, a weak but lasting smile.

"There are still many areas worth optimizing in terms of execution, such as interspersing more subtle transformations, for example, the number of hummingbirds you can make can be larger..."

Half an hour later, Professor McGonagall finished the explanation and 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' eyebrows knitted together, wondering why Professor McGonagall's words felt so familiar. Had he heard it somewhere?

Oh, I heard it during the last duel training.

Graves was completely numb.

It’s just that he can’t beat Harry, he is the warrior chosen by the Goblet of Fire;
Even though he couldn't beat Loren, he could still deceive himself. His iron armor spell really caught him off guard, which can be regarded as a moment of carelessness.
But now that even Hermione, who is called a nerd by the students at Hogwarts, can't beat her, 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?

However, no normal fourth-year student knows the Iron Armor Curse!

No normal 14-year-old witch would be able to transform into duel 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 Butt watched her friend's expressions change continuously for several minutes, and finally showed a smile of realization. She couldn't help but fell into silence.

Let's comfort him when we get back later.

Look at poor Pickley, his head is in a daze after losing.

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 deflect the oncoming spell, and then connected it with an instant. The little magic spell he casts can make the opponent scramble to parry, and the rhythm of the battle falls into his hands. 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 damage the enemy by 1,000 and damage himself by 800. Although in a normal game, he will always damage himself by 800 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 would always be beaten by his own disarming spell; Ron had his own understanding of the rhythm and Loren's intentions, and was the strongest among them. An easy one.

Hermione was different. She wanted to sprinkle some dust on Loren with all her heart, even if she endured two blows.

After Loren practiced with her twice, he suggested to Professor McGonagall that she let her practice with Nancy Boot, and finally did not go back to the dormitory to take a shower. …

Late night, fantasy book, duel classroom.

"Alas! This suppression is too much!"

Dense spells of radiance fell like hailstones, but each one was extremely powerful. With just one hit, he was declared incapable of fighting. Loren was holding on to an iron-clad spell shield that barely covered his body, struggling to hold on.

"Duel practice, only under pressure can you 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 bombarded the transparent magic shield, and the wand vibrated violently. Loren's palms began to feel numb from the shock, and he gradually lost consciousness. He knew that he could not hold on for long, and the wand would fly out at any time.

"unacceptable!"

Loren took a breath and disappeared instantly. His phantom appearance was proficient enough to be used in battle, but even appearing at the other end of the classroom could not escape the spell. This gave him the opportunity to counterattack. opportunity.

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, then landed lightly on an unlit open space and held it behind his back. The wand plunged downward.

"[Every curse ends]"

The crystal blue light broke through the ground like a sharp sword and seeped out from the gaps. The aurora-like magic light erected rows of light walls in the air. The fierce fire hit the light wall without any reaction. It seemed to have degenerated into an ordinary flame. Not only did it fail to ignite the ground and air, but it was extinguished somewhat by the wall of light.

More and more light emanates from the ground, exuding a dreamlike crystal blue color, like the cloudless sky after a midsummer rain, magnificent and brilliant. The wall of light gradually compresses the ignited severe fire field until the severe fire is completely annihilated. , not a trace is left.

Loren raised his eyebrows when he saw this: "You must have cheated. If it is a fire that has just started, I believe you can put it out, but for a fire that is already burning, this..."

"It can also be extinguished." Flamel had returned to his original appearance. He chuckled, "Don't underestimate the fairy-half-blood 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.

……

"Ah……"

Loren yawned and looked at the sky reflected on the lake with half-closed eyes. The cotton-like clouds rolled up and relaxed, the cool breeze blew, the water vapor was fresh, and the chirping of unknown insects and birds came from far away, and then It's a weekend suitable for sleeping.

Not to mention that she was still resting on Hermione's soft and fragrant thighs. It would be a shame for the little witch if she didn't take a nap.

Loren twisted his head, but was immediately held down by a hand, and Hermione's light voice passed around the book and reached his ears.

"Move around and sit."

"..."

Loren held his neck, but couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his head slightly and read the cover page of the book: "An analysis of dueling techniques?"

"..."

"Okay, despicable Granger, while I'm sleeping, Harry wants to learn Occlumency, and Ron wants to play chess, he sneaks away by himself, planning to learn dueling skills secretly, and then beat us up hard next week." no?."

"..."

"How despicable!"

"You are the only one who talks a lot."

Hermione, who was half leaning under the tree, looked helpless. She held the book with only one hand, and gently covered the man's eyes with her free hand, "Either sleep well, or get up and study with me."

Loren suddenly stopped talking. He didn't want to study, so he rested his head on Hermione's thigh and quietly observed her beauty through the narrow fingers in front of him.

The skylight casts spots through the branches and leaves, and the shade of the trees envelopes the pair of beautiful people under the trees.

The time is clear and the breeze is just right.

……

Harry walked in the dim underground corridor. The dark and closed environment would make the sound of his footsteps echo non-stop, so he expertly slowed down his steps and slowly approached Dean Slytherin's office.

For the past few months, he had been coming to Snape every weekend to learn Occlumency. Although he had made little progress, his scar did not hurt anymore.

After walking down the front aisle, turn the corner and you're there.

Just as Harry slowly approached, he heard a familiar voice coming from ahead.

"Severus, aren't you scared?"

Karkaroff again?

Whether Snape was scared or not he didn't know, but Karkaroff's voice was full of panic.

Harry stopped and cautiously stuck his head out, observing the situation not far away.

Karkaroff was seen 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 last Thursday. It seems like it's back to the old days again...don't you feel it, Severus?"

"I feel it." 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 when he comes back? Stop dreaming. You know what kind of person he is..."

"I know." Snape's voice was smooth and his cold black eyes were unblinking. "The time is up. Harry Potter is coming to 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 hurriedly pretended to have just walked over. When he passed Karkaroff, he glanced at the arm calmly, but saw nothing.

(End of this chapter)