DNF Meets Harry Potter

When the bell sounded after class, only Karl could turn the match into a fine needle. Even Hermione could not reach the perfect level in Professor McGonagall's mind, and the other little wizards were even worse. Whether they were students from the wizarding family or the Muggle family, they just slightly sharpened the match roots.

Karl has been tutoring three roommates after finishing his classwork. However, he did not expect that the level of the three people was so good that they couldn't look directly, and the best Alex only gave the match a little metallic luster.

After Professor McGonagall announced the end of the class and arranged a two-inch paper, the classroom suddenly mourned. They are not even good at needles, how could the paper be written.

Karl and his party walked out of the transformation classroom and went straight to the curse classroom. This is the first lesson of their dean. The first impression is very important.

……

"Harry Potter!"

Professor Flivi stood on a large stack of books, barely able to keep level with the little wizards. When he named Harry Potter by name, his eyes flashed with excitement.

For many years he has studied magic spells and once won the fighting competition champion, he successfully survived from Voldemort's death spell and counterattack Harry Potter can be regarded as a miracle in the history of the spell!

"This is your first spell lesson at Hogwarts. I have nothing to say about spells. This subject is not as dangerous as the metamorphosis class you just took. In fact, as long as the tone and movement of the spell are read, Almost everything can be done, "Professor Flitwick said sharply.

"I think everyone has already pre-trained the course, not much nonsense, today's task is to make the feathers float. I hope you can remember the spell-Yugadim Leviosa ..."

"Now let me demonstrate, please pay attention to the tone and gestures of my curse."

Professor Flitwick immediately started the manual demonstration. He took out about thirty or forty feathers from the bag, then picked up his wand and shook it with a wave.

At the same time, a heated voice also sounded: "Yu Jia Di Mu Le Viosa!"

Dozens of feathers flew into the air, and then landed on the table of every little wizard with precision.

Then he lightly tapped the book under his foot with his wand, and the whole person floated into the air with the book, observing every little wizard in the classroom from the perspective of God.

"WOW ~!"

The little wizards below were all amazed. Professor Flivi's floating spell was too powerful.

"Now, start practicing. If there is something you do n’t understand, you can raise your hand and call me, I will explain to the students who are experiencing difficulties."

Professor Flitwick's gentle voice came from midair, coupled with an exquisite echo spell, so that all the little wizards unavoidably produced a kind of whispering in the ear of Professor Flitwick.

Floating mantra + sword = imperial sword flying.

After reading Professor Flitwick's presentation, he successfully applied a formula.

At the same time, I can't help but admire that these professors have their own good means in the first class.

Is different from the infamous old bat and the strange words he taught in class, and Professor McGonagall went straight to the line to list the horror of Transfiguration plus his own sternness.

Firius Flivi completely conquered the little wizard present with his own exquisite magic spell.

"Sure enough, none of the professors who can be taught at Hogwarts are fuel-efficient lamps." Carl thought secretly to these thoughts.

how to say? Those who have read the book and seen the world are different. The three Harry, Ron and Philip on the side were like a group of salted fish who only called 666, frantically calling Professor Flitwick ...

Magic lesson is not as difficult as Transfiguration, and it just floats a feather. Karl didn't even need to concentrate, and casually tapped the feathers on the table with his wand, and then the feathers floated into the air with Carl's gesture and circled.

"Silent casting?"

Alex is not calm, what is this operation? Why are you also a freshman, why are you so good?

"Yeah, what a surprise. The floating mantra is just the most basic mantra. In my opinion, this mantra can be released with only hands." Karl explained disapprovingly: "And ah If Professor Flivi was not just demonstrating this spell just now, he could use no wand at all, and every feather landed on the students ’table with great precision."

Alex's eyes were rounded: "Can this be the same? Professor Flitwick is our dean and once won the fighting championship."

"Don't you say that you came from the Muggle world? Then the earliest exposure to magic would have to be this summer vacation."

Carl smiled slightly and said mysteriously: "Well ~, then you may underestimate me, in fact I will have other silent spells." He directed the feathers to dance in the air with his wand.

Philip next to Alex put down his wand and inserted a sentence: "Well, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is also correct. The first grade dare to use the flying broom in the main castle of Hogwarts and dare to be in the old bat How can someone who is late in a class be an ordinary person? "

Hearing this, Karl said with a stern face: "Philip, is it tickling? You dare to expose me again, believe it or not, I will learn it immediately. Use the techniques taught by Professor McGonagall today. Your younger brother becomes a needle. "

The true ice soul silver needle!

Philip Hip took a cold, and immediately recognized: "Wrong, wrong ... The big brother begs to let it go."

"Call Dad!"

……

"Boom!"

As Karl forced them to Lai Lai, there was an explosion at the Gryffindor table next door.

The culprit, Simone Finigan, played a floating spell and exploded his feathers.

Flitwick: "..."

Just said that there was no danger and he was immediately beaten ...

The scorched black on the table was blown, and the caster Simo Finigana's pot head became an explosive head, the roots of the blown hair erected, and the brand-new wizard robe on his body was also blown and ragged.

The little savior next to his voice hurriedly moved his position, fearing that he would be affected by the pond fish and be injured again.

Although the first time only suffered some mental damage, but the second time is not necessarily. Not every time I can be so lucky, for the sake of my own life, I am still far away from this walking human bomb. Meow's own still needs to keep this little life to slay Voldemort to avenge his parents, but can it be explained here.

The boy who died a lot, Lord Voldemort's nemesis, was blown to death by a classmate's spelling mistake, it would be too wrong.

Mr. Harry Potter thought so.