Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 65 Okay, you have learned the most basic disarming spell
Harry and Ron had never regretted it so much.

If they knew that they would play against Damon at the end of the semester and that the outcome of this game would determine Damon's fate, they would definitely not waste their time on fun anymore.

They will not play wizard chess every day, nor will they prefer to wander around instead of studying. They will definitely spend more time practicing spells so as to increase their chances of defeating Damon at this time.

But nothing can be known in advance.

At this moment, the three of them recalled every detail of the past year. In their impression, Damon was always in a hurry - he spent all his time practicing spells, like an ascetic monk. Even though his talent was better than anyone else, he worked harder than anyone else.

There was no way they could defeat Damon.

Hermione's eyes showed despair, but her hand was still tightly gripping the wand. Harry was desperately thinking of a countermeasure, and his heart was weak.

Ron could hardly control his irritation, but he still tried his best to suppress the urge to shout and question Damon, and said:

"That's not fair. We haven't even learned the Disarming Charm yet. How can we duel with you?"

"Oh—this is easy. I can teach you on the spot."

Damon waved his wand, and three training puppets appeared on the right side of the stone chamber. He waved it again, and wooden weapons appeared in the hands of the puppets.

"Disarming spell, the spell is Expelliarmus, the rhythm is Ex-pelliarmus."

A thick red light emanated from the tip of the magic wand, knocking the wooden sword out of the hands of a training puppet. The huge energy caused the puppet to tremble continuously.

The three of them were shocked when they saw this powerful force.

"Expelliarmus—Expelliarmus—Expelliarmus."

Hermione was desperately reciting the spell silently. Ron didn't laugh at her, but tried to deepen his memory of the spell as she repeated it.

Harry didn't understand why Damon taught them the Disarming Spell at this time. His mind was in a mess, but it was at this time that he felt that his understanding of spells was increasing rapidly.

"Okay, Harry, you try it."

Damon called the roll.

Harry pursed his lips, pointed his wand at the training dummy, and said firmly:

"Expelliarmus!"

A flash of red light passed by.

Although it was much thinner and lighter in color than the one Damon emitted, Harry succeeded in one try.

A look of surprise appeared on his face. If the situation wasn't so bad, he would have probably celebrated it lavishly. But now - his heart ached.

Damon was such a good teacher that he had wanted to learn spells with Damon as early as Christmas, but he gave up the idea because he couldn't resist the temptation to play snowballs with Ron and the others.

Why did Damon become a Death Eater? Why didn't I get to know him better?

They just felt that Damon was too distant from them as a friend, but they never thought of taking the initiative to get closer - they thought that was a kind of respect, but Harry would rather not have that kind of respect now!
If respect only widens the distance between them, what's the point of him having this respect!
"Not bad, Harry. It's hard to believe this is your first time casting a spell." Damon clapped his hands gently. "Ron, are you ready?"

Ron's face was pale, but his expression was resolute.

He didn't think he could be as successful as Harry, and his heart was not so determined, but when he thought that if he couldn't learn the Disarming Spell, he would be of no help in the next duel,
This imbued his spell with determination!
A red light almost as thick as Harry's emitted from the tip of his wand, and even Ron himself was surprised.

He always felt that he was not as good as Harry, but now if he had enough determination, could he actually do everything well?
If they can keep Damon, he will definitely work hard!
"That's right, Ron. I've always said that you are a real man. You should have more confidence in yourself."

Damon clapped softly and looked at the next person.

"It's your turn, Hermione." Hermione walked out from behind the two of them. She had been observing since she entered the stone chamber. The book recorded that the Death Eaters were a group of extremely vicious people who took pleasure in torturing others, but there was no sign of this on Damon.

She always felt something was wrong.

Where is the Death Eater teaching others spells to fight against him?

She quietly looked at Professor Quirrell lying on the ground - he was indeed dead, and Damon had killed him, there should be no doubt about that.

However, there were many suspicious things about Professor Quirrell - he never taught them any useful knowledge, and he had cast a spell on Harry during a Quidditch match. If Hermione had to choose between him and Damon to trust, she would of course choose the latter.

"Expelliarmus!"

Among the three, Hermione's spell casting was the most standard, but at the same time, her spell power was the weakest and almost formless.

Hermione's eyes dimmed slightly - compared to Harry and Ron, she seemed to be just a little clever.

"Not bad, Hermione." Damon clapped his hands, not giving them much time to think. "Okay, you've learned the most basic Disarming Spell. Now try to stop me."

Seeing that Damon had straightened his body and pointed his wand at them, the expressions on the three people's faces were very interesting.

Do they really want to fight Damon? This is a genius who can defeat the fourth-year Slytherin when he first enters school. In the past year, Damon has worked harder than any of them to study spells. The gap between them will not narrow, but will only widen!

"You're not going to take action? Then I'll take action first."

Seeing that Damon was about to swing his sword, Harry no longer hesitated and waved his sword at him directly:
"Expelliarmus!"

Red light shot out from the tip of the wand again!
Success! Harry's face lit up with joy.

The red light was about to touch Damon, but he just waved it lightly and the red light was blocked.

!!!

"Not bad, if it's just based on the level of a first-year wizard, Harry. You need to put in more willpower."

"Expelliarmus!"

While Damon was teaching, Ron suddenly appeared from the side and attacked Damon directly!

Snapped!
He waved his wand, and the Armor Spell directly blocked the red light, deflecting it to the wall on the side, and bursting out a dazzling red light.

The power of Ron's attack far exceeded Harry's, and Damon couldn't help but look at him - when did Ron grow to this point?

"Expelliarmus!"

While he was thinking, Harry cast another spell without any hesitation, which was three times more powerful than the previous one!
interesting.

It seems that the next battlefield is the idealistic one?
Damon also really wanted to see whether these two people could burst out with strength that surpasses his current strength under the influence of emotions?

As for Hermione, Damon glanced at her. The little girl was now just hiding behind the two of them, constantly looking at him, as if thinking about something.

Well, our military advisor seems a little cautious.

It was important to stay rational, but it seemed that she was destined to fall far behind the other two in this trial.

Many thoughts flashed through Damon's mind, and he didn't care at all.

In fact, compared to Harry and Ron who are constantly attacking him at this moment, Hermione who plans before taking action is the one whose way of thinking is most similar to his - although this will cause their magical performance to become stable and mediocre.

(End of this chapter)