Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

There were more than 20 students in the temporary open space, in small groups sitting scattered on the grass, and the number of professors barely reached 30.

They stared at the two silhouettes constantly interlacing in the center.

"Cedric, come on!" Roger Davis shouted.

"Victor, come on!"

Cedric dodges an incantion, "Protego!" He propped up a magic barrier, took a breath, the opposite incantion flew like a sword Come over and bang the barrier with peng peng.

The boy named "Graves" wears refined short black hair, and the formidable power of incantation is terrifying. He grinned, looking like he had the chance to win.

"Watch your feet, Victor!"

Victor Graves was taken aback, and suddenly found two slender streams of water meandering down, over the grass and the soil, Flowing in the direction of his feet.

He held up wand, wanting to do something. At this time, Cedric rushed out and the tip flew out of a red light. Graves hurriedly turned around to protect himself, but the incantion did not hit him at all.

The water on the ground suddenly exploded, and a large swath of hot water vaporized on the grass, which engulfed Cedric and Graves in. The silhouettes of the two were faintly discernible.

"Confringo!"

It seemed that after a long time, Cedric uttered the incantion voice before it reached the ears of the people around him.

In the fog, Cedric whispered a super-sensation curse on himself, improved his five senses, and tried his best to capture the dim shadow.

The people around held their breath, and even the three of Draco who had just walked over stopped seven or eight feet away, staring at the mist intently.

Quick!

It's so fast!

Everything happened within seven or eight seconds, and many people did not respond.

Flitwick pointedly praised: "Great, Cedric set a trap."

Felix nodded: "He seems to be prepared."

" Yes, he asked me a few incantions...I already thought about what he would do next." Flitwick said expectantly.

The mist has become thicker. Not only the water mist, but a large cloud of white smoke quickly filled it, sealing the space of 30 or 40 feet, like a goblet covered upside down, covering everything inside.

The arc of incantation was like lightning, suddenly lighting up a cloud, and the students onlookers backed away.

"It seems that Cedric intends to use dense fog as the battlefield. This should be prepared for some large animals. It is very convenient whether it is fighting or retreating... Didn't expect also has an effect on the wizard. Not bad."

Felix thought for a while, "He actually needs to strengthen two parts-cut off the opponent's line of sight as much as possible and turn them into blinds. And increase his detection methods as much as possible, if he can It's better to ignore the smoke."

"His ability to transfer spells is good." Moody said.

While speaking, the clouds are surging violently, and layers of black extend from one point. It's like an unsightly mold growing on the white spores. These molds spread quickly, accompanied by a pungent gasoline smell.

"Cedric did it?"

"No, that's dark magic."

Flitwick waved wand in front of his eyes, and the fog automatically separated the two sides , Avoid them.

After half a minute, the two silhouettes rushed out separately, coughing violently, tears in the corners of the eyes, and the eye part was flushed red.

"Anapneo."

Felix pointed to Cedric, and his expression immediately eased.

The student on the other side also calmed down. The two shook hands, their eyes were red.

Professor Wilkinson of Ifamoni said loudly: "You did good, children, you all behaved very well... Wait, where did these students come from?"

Felix and Flitwick had spotted Harry and them a long time ago, but they didn't say a word. Moody said solemnly on the side: "I told you, Professor Wilkinson, they are the ones who are not old enough..." In the crowd, Byers glanced at Neville in surprise. There is Many people are friends he made in Gryffindor. He asked about the grade. Except for the twin, the rest are basically Fourth Year students.

Wilkinson looked at Harry and them suspiciously, and Harry tried his best to straighten his body to make himself look higher. "What about this little girl?" He pointed to Astoria and asked, "She also passed your selection?"

"It's surprising, but...yes." Felix Shrugged and said, "She was only in Second Year this year, because she was too young to participate in the training. The rest of the people got the same treatment in Hogwarts as the preparatory champion for the Sixth Seventh Year."

"Good Well, as long as they don't scream loudly." Wilkinson reluctantly agreed, no more objections. A group of people sighed in relief.

"The luckiest thing is that Professor McGonagall is not there. She left halfway." Fred Drew winked his eyes and said.

George gave a thumbs up.

In the next few minutes, a group of professors commented on the battle just now, especially the part of dark magic. When it was Felix's turn, he reminded Hogwarts students: "Don't forget that some of you know how to use lighting, it can break the magic fog..." Collins stared at him, she didn't choose Study of Ancient Runes, of course, is not a member of the Mowen Club. In this regard, she was still inferior to Astoria, because in order to appease the little girl, Dumbledore very tolerantly agreed to her request to enter the Magic Club.

Next, the students took turns to play, and each duel ended very quickly.

It's not the kind of quickness Harry had in the duel class, he thought for a long time before he came up with a reliable word.

Rhythm.

The attacking rhythm of the two sides is very smooth. This kind of smoothness was something he could not experience in the duel class before, and he had only had a similar experience with Sirius or in classroom seven.

As for Second Year’s summer special training and several encounters with Professor Haip, he was hung and beaten throughout the whole process and had no pleasant experience at all.

One hour later, every senior student had a rotation.

Felix looked at Harry, they looked at themselves eagerly, slightly smiled, and said to Wilkinson: "Professor Wilkinson, why don't you let these younger students play?"

"No problem."

Wilkinson nodded agreed. He didn't feel embarrassed. Although the professors at Hogwarts praised these students, he thought it was an exaggeration. They are several years younger than the real champion candidates, and the age gap is not so easy to break.

And he specifically asked, most of the people here failed the OWLs exam.

Effamoni also has a similar exam. He naturally knows how the students who have experienced this year will change.

"You go up and play! Don't use dark magic." Professor Wilkinson said to Ifamoni's students, and then he sat lazily on the grass and pulled out a bottle of wine from the cloak. Give yourself a sip.

Uria and Bessni looked at each other helplessly, and Uria said: "Byers, you go."

Byers nodded agreed.

He stood in the center, grinning, so Harry and they began to stir.

"Neville, let's try it." Byers offered an invitation.

Neville was stunned, walked to the center of the venue, and whispered: "I'm not that good."

"It's okay." Byers smiled and said, anyway. A friendly game, just for a change of mood.

However, the facts made him startled. Neville is proficient in various basic incantions, especially in Stunning Spell and Shield Charm, he is very intelligent, and there is no sound when he casts these two incantions.

Silent curse!

Neville's pace is a bit dull, just a few steps back and forth. After adjusting for a while, Byers found a pattern, but this rigid pace seemed to have been tested, thousands of hammers, hundred refinements, he felt like he was on a reef.

Neville doesn’t take the initiative to attack. Generally, Byers rushes to read the incantion. Neville uses Shield Charm, and then walks around a few steps, always face to face with Byers and recite in Byers. Between the spells, Neville took the time to shoot a few Stunning Spells, sometimes Impediment Jinx, Disarming Charm.

His face is tight and looks very similar to his dueling style.

Flitwick muttered: "This kind of pace is not in the scope of the school dueling class. Although it seems simple, it requires a lot of practice. Every tiny movement has a unique purpose."

Moody shook the cane and said solemnly: "This style seems to have been seen somewhere, I have an impression."

"It should be taught by Frank Longbottom." Felix said.

"It turned out to be like this..." Flitwick said in admiration: "His father is an excellent Auror. He should have tailored this pace for Neville, but it is very different from his own temperament. Match."

"Well, a very resilient pace." Felix commented.

On the court, Byers was a little anxious. Although he is a friend, he is a champion candidate. He has increased the output of magic power, and the incantion lights up one after another bright arc.

But Neville has always been like a stubborn stone, resisting his attack. He was still muttering something silently in his mouth, "Stable as a rock, light as a feather, as deep as water, and moving as a spring thunder..." He suddenly jumped out boldly, shook out a red light, and then hid himself again. stand up.

The magic barrier in front of him was broken six or seven times, but he pulled it up again every time.

Uria fell into deep thought, and Wilkinson’s wine seemed to lose its appeal. Bessney anxiously watched her brother get into a hard fight, and asked incomprehensibly: "What's the matter? Why can't Byers break through the child's defense?"

"Byers did not use the lethal incantion, this is one reason. And..." Wilkinson said hesitantly, "That The child’s pace is good and looks good. Also, Shield Charm uses it so well. All his tactics are based on this incantation. I can at least see thirteen-fourteen skills, each of which is very targeted. Sex." He poured himself a sip of wine, "haha" smiled twice, and then watched intently.

"This is also a test for Byers, he should learn to use his brain."

After a stalemate for ten minutes, Byers finally found the key to breaking the game. Clusters of bright flames flew from his tip, condensing into a big fuzzy bird, rushing towards Neville.

In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Neville urgently placed a Second Layer Shield Charm for himself to block the flames firmly.

"Wow!" Ron looked at Neville in surprise, his impression of Neville seemed to be reshaped.

The Flaming Bird broke through the first barrier, then hit the second Shield Charm sturdily, almost knocking itself apart. But Byers waved the wand again and again, and the flame bird reunited, this time around the front and rounding Accio from the side.

Neville simply surrendered.

"You can hold on for a while." Byers walked over and shook hands with him solemnly.

Neville shook his head, "You have found a weak spot," he said, and he touched his head in a naive way, "Actually, my father made a tactic for me, but I can't use it now."

"Well, it looks like you have a good dad." Byers said helpless.

Next, the Ifamoni students got serious. They suddenly realized that these students, who are on average two or three years younger than them, are not so easy to deal with. They take turns on the court and actively choose their opponents. At the same time, following Professor Wilkinson’s orders and Byers’ approach, dark magic and powerful incantion are not used. However, with their superior magic power and use spell skills, Susan Bones, Emile Che, and Shabini were quickly defeated in succession, which made the students of Ifamoni sighed in relief. It seems that these people Not all experts like Neville.

Draco's performance is also quite good. He played with a witch of Ifamoni. The powerful incantation he used in the Third Year duel almost made a contribution, but he got serious. Mori students deserve to be a carefully selected preparatory champion, and any one selected has the level of a novice Auror.

If you change the position and let these students of Hogwarts take the initiative to attack, the students of Ifamoni will not consume their magic power.

...

As the companions around him were picked away one by one, Harry was a little anxious. Why not choose him?

Is it because he is shorter? Looks weak?

He stared at Astoria, and the little girl was also sulky-no one looked at her at all, she was clearly standing in the forefront very hard.

Harry felt a little sad suddenly.

Even Hermione is on the court. Her opponent was the wizard with the surname "Graves". Graves smiled and said, "I heard your name many times these days, Miss Know-it-all?"

Hermione frowned, his tone of voice was not kind.

"Can you start?"

"Of course." Graves grinned.

"sou!"

A silent Disarming Charm flew out quickly, Graves jumped aside and looked at her in surprise, "Is this the incantation you are best at? "

Hermione sternly said: "You will know." She waved wand again and again, one after another incantation flew out, and suppressed the opposite in a short time, forcing Graves to have to Hold up an arc-shaped magic barrier to completely envelop yourself.

Flitwick asked in surprise: "When did Granger master the Silent Curse? And, she can apply it to multiple incantions. This is not what she just mastered."

Moody That magic eye turned crazily, staring at her movements, silent, secretly calculating.

Felix explained: "She has always had outstanding control over magic power. When I asked her to write a duel system essay, she put the silent spell at the top."

"Why?"

"Her incantation..." Felix thought for a while, carefully selected words and said: "It is quite normal, and it can often surprise people in some details that reflect the control ability, but the incantation Formidable power is not satisfactory."

Flitwick immediately understood what he meant, "This is actually nothing. Granger's use spell is very stable. This is her greatest strength. When she reaches adulthood, she To give full play to his own advantages, he can choose compound incantion...Oh, my goodness!"

In the clearing, Graves broke the previous tacit understanding.

The black flame swells, breaks up into dozens of balls, and hangs in the air. As his wand draws down like a sharp blade, the flames suddenly fall from the sky.

Hermione propped up a magic barrier, and immediately felt the blazing temperature. Her hair was a little burnt. She ran away and saw the magic barrier burned out by the black flame in a panic. .

"What is this?"

"Magic Ghost Fire, I said that dark magic is not allowed," Wilkinson said in a deep voice, "Graves is a bit out of control, He cares too much about this honor...We are ready to separate them at any time."

Several professors approached by appointment, and Flitwick screamed: "We should stop this competition. This is beyond It’s the scope of the discussion."

Felix calmly said: "My mood is the same as you, Filius, but I believe in Miss Granger."

A dozen black flames hit the ground. , Burning the grass to the ground, it looks like the footprints of the devil falling from the sky. Hermione's eyes widened, she evaded embarrassedly, and at the same time swung one after another Shield Charm to resist.

Harry and Ron were anxious on the sidelines, wishing to rush forward, but with the professor there, they barely restrained their thoughts, watching the black flame hitting the ground turn into a twisted snake, twisting their bodies , And then moved towards her.

"What are the professors waiting for?" Harry asked puzzledly. He pulled out the wand and the tip flashed rays of light. What magic should I use at this time? Disarming Charm, Stunning Spell, Shield Charm, or Patronus?

It doesn't seem to work... He simply pointed wand at the "Graves", wondering whether to chant a curse at him.

Hermione is not too flustered, she still has the last card. She glanced at Felix, and Felix nodded at her. So she stopped and let the black flame surround her, with golden rays of light flashing on her fingertips.

Wilkinson had already raised the wand, and Bethni gave her wand to Uria, "Quick!" After that, they heard an unfamiliar incantion from the girl's mouth.

Golden flames poured down from Hermione's palm. Compared to the small flame displayed in the ancient runes office more than a month ago, it has now grown into a huge monster. Jin Yan rushed all around like a flood, and collided with the black flame that rushed towards her. The black flame collapsed on the first encounter and was stirred into pieces.

Graves' expression was frozen on his face.

The golden flame keeps shrinking, and finally a huge fire bird flies out, just like Phoenix, which is too much magic refined than the previous outline of Byers. It uttered a high-pitched long groan, and in an instant, the golden fire bird appeared in front of the dumbfounded Graves, one foot away from him, his hair curled into ashes, and the long golden beak reflected in his pupils.

"This is what I want to see." In the silence, Felix nodded, said satisfiedly.

...

Graves was taken away, his expression somewhat absent-minded, and lingering fear remained in his eyes when he left.

Professor Wilkinson walked over in a slight silence and apologized to several professors in Hogwarts: "Graves... he takes too much of this competition. He bears the hopes of many people. , Want to restore the glory of the family..."

"Graves?" Flitwick repeated, "This surname is very familiar."

"Twelve descendants of Auror, and Like me, this made me feel empathy for him and relaxed my supervision of him." Wilkinson said: "A scandal occurred in the Magic Circle in the United States more than seventy years ago. The security director of the Magic Congress——Percival Gray Wes was impersonated," he explained sullenly, "causing a huge mess and almost exposing the entire American magic circle."

"Is being impersonated?" Several professors looked over.

"This matter is very secretive," Wilkinson whispered: "The outside world knows fewer people."

"Who is he impersonating?" Felix was interested in Ask.

"Grindelwald." Wilkinson only said one last name, but everyone in the room knew who he was referring to.

"It's actually related to Grindelwald!" Flitwick said in surprise, "Then the child just now..."

"Victor Percival Graves." Wilkinson said "Percival Graves is his grandfather. This is also the reason for his mentality. I can guarantee that if he gets into trouble again, I will send him back."

Several professors Nothing more. It was an accident in itself. It was a student who broke the rules, and no one else was to blame. What's more, the Hogwarts student didn't suffer. On the contrary, it was Gravis, who was afraid that there would be a lot of psychological shadows.

It's not just him, the other students of Ifamoni are shocked, staring at Hermione continuously. In their hearts, the witch with tousled hair has become one of the students that must not be provoke.

Even Professor Wilkinson deliberately asked before leaving: "That little girl...you don't plan to make her a champion?"

"No, She is not old enough," Felix said.

Wilkinson learned about Dumbledore’s age limit from Flitwick, and he praised this approach. "I think it’s necessary... Yes, it’s necessary. Champion carries a huge burden. Psychological pressure, it’s best not to let students who are too young participate..."