A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The little wizards watched each other, but no one volunteered to come to the stage.

There are noisy whispers underneath.

This is a chance to play with the professor. The question is, who should I choose?

Felix smiled, "Who would like to try it? A rare opportunity."

Harry's heart was itchy and his lips were dry. He had been trained by Professor Haipu as early as the summer vacation, and he knew that there was a huge gap between the two.

But he still couldn't tell how much difference there was.

Moreover, just now, he suddenly got an idea, can he get the information he wants through one-on-one pointing?

After hesitating, the first person appeared, Percy Weasley.

He bowed solemnly and saluted, "As the chairman of the Boys Student Union, I am willing to set an example for others."

"Very well, Weasley, which professor do you choose?" Felix looked at him encouragingly.

"Professor Flitwick," Percy said without hesitation.

He thought about it before he came up. Among the three professors, Snape is recognized as being unfriendly to Gryffindor. Although he is not life-threatening to him, it is inevitable to be ugly.

Professor Haipu didn't make many shots, but the disarming curse last year was really impressive. Percy worried that Professor Haipu would greet himself with this kind of spell and ruled it out;

Thinking about it this way, Professor Flitwick is almost the most suitable choice. He has a cheerful and gentle personality, and his requirements for little wizards are not strict, and there are very few points deductions.

In the last school year, the instruction and teaching in the duel class also appeared to be easy, and the students did not feel ashamed.

"I choose Professor Flitwick." Percy repeated.

Soon, Flitwick and Percy stood face to face, and Flitwick reminded him: "Don't forget what I said before." It took him more than an hour to describe his fighting style in detail.

Percy nodded, and the two raised their wands to salute, and then the duel officially began.

Percy took the first shot, and a disarming curse broke through, but Flitwick just avoided it, keeping his eyes fixed on his opponent's wand.

Almost at the same time, a bright spell struck Percy. Fortunately, he had a rehearsal before he took the stage. After casting the disarming spell, he jumped aside without even thinking about it, and at the same time chanted the iron armor spell.

"Armor for body protection!"

As soon as the iron armor curse took shape, he faced Flitwick's curse.

"Good response, Percy." Flitwick praised. He consciously controlled his attacking rhythm, and it took almost three minutes before he defeated Percy with a confinement curse.

Flitwick commented: "Your spells are fairly proficient, and you have your own set of logic, but you can see that you don't have much actual combat experience, and the on-the-spot reaction is a bit hasty."

Percy broke free from the rope, straightened out the folds on his robe, and said quite formally: "Thank you, Professor Flitwick, I will pay attention to it in the future."

He saluted and walked off the gilded ring, and the little wizards of Gryffindor cheered excitedly.

"We are the first!"

"Percy, how does it feel to face the professor? Is it stressful?" someone asked him.

Percy explained: “It’s really stressful, but you don’t have time to think about it. You have to concentrate on it.”

With the first person to eat crabs, the little wizards became enthusiastic, and their timid mood was gone, and soon the second student stood on the gilded stage.

Still a Gryffindor, it is Oliver Wood, he is tall and the captain of the Quidditch team at Gryffindor Academy.

He scratched his head embarrassedly, "I, I choose Professor Haipu."

Felix bowed to him, and Wood whispered: "Professor, you are merciful, I am most afraid of you."

"Then you still choose me?"

"Hey, I'm going to graduate anyway, it's a face to speak out." Wood said slyly.

There is face, very good...

At the beginning of the duel, Wood was still shouting: "Except you—"

A red light swept across his hair, directly squeezing out the words behind him, and the power of the spell made his hair stand up.

He looked at Professor Haipu in horror. If he was hit, he wouldn't be cut in two from the middle of his body, would he? He looked at the professor, who was beckoning him to continue with a smile on his face.

"I……"

Soon, the students saw a complete suppression. In the first few minutes, Wood didn't even release a complete spell and was interrupted by various silent casts.

It wasn't until Wood closed his eyes and chanted a disarming curse regardless, that the duel began to become normal.

Professor Haipu no longer stopped Wood from chanting spells. The two of you came and went, shooting spells of various colors at each other.

The dueling strategy adopted by Professor Haipu is the defense/dodge-counterattack that he introduced in the previous duel class. Every action can find a theoretical basis.

Combining with Flitwick's words before, they have more enlightenment, and even the freshmen can intuitively feel something.

Seven or eight minutes later, Wood surrendered in sweat, Felix commented as usual: "Wood, you are not proficient with the Silent Curse, and your duel intentions are too obvious; moreover, you don't have a fixed routine.

In the performance just now, you cast twelve kinds of spells, including duel spells such as disarming spell and iron armor curse, and small evil spells such as tripping curse and itch curse. Among them, the disarming curse three times, the iron armor curse twice, the leg tripping curse twice, and the itch curse once...

It's not that you can't use small evil spells, but you have to choose spells carefully. Like a tripping spell, it can't directly subdue opponents, which means that you wasted excellent chances of getting out and hitting.

In addition, the power of your spells is not particularly prominent, which means that you do not have the main spell..."

Wood was humbly taught and wiped the sweat from his face.

Next, the students in Gryffindor wanted to be on stage~www.novelmt.com~ but the other three academies quit. A Slytherin student came forward directly, the prefect of the seventh grade, Jeffrey.

"Professor Snape, please give some pointers to the students," he said respectfully.

Snape lowered his hands on his chest, drew his wand from his black robe, fluttered over his clothes, and walked to the center.

Facing the Slytherin students, Snape obviously let go of the water, otherwise, according to his temper, he would directly knock his opponent over with a spell. But this time, he rarely attacked, but put on a defensive posture.

Jeffrey’s first spell hit the ground three feet from Snape, and Snape said with a cold face: "Are you worried about hurting me by mistake, Jeffrey? Attack with all the spells you can think of, A duel is a serious matter!"

Next, Jeffrey began to attack from different angles, and spells of various colors were shot at the opposite side, and the little wizards saw an amazing defensive teaching.

Snape rarely used protective spells such as the Iron Armor Curse. His eyesight was extremely brilliant, and he always picked up the flying spells one by one easily. Facing a cloud of black mist that was suspected of black magic, his magic wand was tapped on it, turning them into a large cloud of white water mist.

Snape walked out of the mist, his hazy face became clear, he approached Jeffrey step by step, took the oncoming spell with his wand, and bounced it aside.

Soon Jeffrey was forced to the edge of the stage and had to bow his head to admit defeat.

"It's amazing! Did you see it?" The Slytherin students responded with warm applause.

Harry couldn't restrain his desire and rushed to the ring.

Ha said in an affirmative tone: "I saw the records of your school days. You don't like each other, but there must be deeper reasons..."

Snape's expression became unpredictable, his lips pressed tightly, as if resisting harsh words.