A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Latest website: There were more than 20 students in the temporary open space, sitting in twos and threes scattered on the grass, and the number of professors barely reached 30.

They stared at the two figures constantly intertwined in the center, you come and me, shooting spells at each other.

"Cedric, come on!" Roger Davis shouted.

"Victor, come on!"

Cedric dodged a spell, "Armor!" He propped up a magic barrier and took a breath. The opposite spell flew over like a sharp sword, banging the barrier.

The boy named "Graves" wore short black hair, and the power of the spell was terribly powerful. He grinned, looking like he had the chance to win.

"Watch your feet, Victor!"

Victor Graves was taken aback, and suddenly found two long slender currents meandering down, over the grass and dirt, flowing in the direction of his feet.

He raised his wand, trying to do something. At this time Cedric rushed out, and a red light flew from the tip of his rod. Graves hurriedly turned around to protect himself, but the spell didn't hit him at all.

The nearby water suddenly exploded, and a large swath of hot water vaporized from the grass, which engulfed Cedric and Graves in. The two figures were hazy and looming.

"Thunderbolt exploded!"

It seemed that after a long time, the sound of Cedric chanting a spell reached the ears of those around him.

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

The people around held their breath, and even the five 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 react.

Flitwick proclaimed, "Great, Cedric set up a trap."

Felix nodded: "He looks prepared."

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

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

The arc of the spell was like lightning, suddenly lighting up a cloud, and the students onlookers retreated.

"It seems that Cedric intends to use thick fog as the battlefield. This should be prepared for some huge animals. Whether it is fighting or retreating, it is very convenient... I didn't expect it to be effective for wizards."

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 blind people. And increase his detection methods as much as possible. It would be better if he could ignore the smoke. ."

"He is good at transferring spells," Moody said.

As he spoke, the clouds surged violently, and layers of black stretched out from one point. It's like unsightly mold growing on the white spores. These molds spread quickly, accompanied by a pungent gasoline smell.

"Cedric did it?"

"No, that's black magic."

Flitwick waved his magic wand in front of his eyes, and the mist separated the two sides automatically, avoiding them.

After half a minute, the two figures rushed out, coughing violently, tears in the corners of their eyes, and the eyes were flushed red.

"An cough disappears."

Felix pointed to Cedric, and his expression immediately eased.

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

Professor Wilkinson of Ifamoni said aloud: "Good job, kids, you all behaved 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 on the side said in a deep voice, "I told you, Professor Wilkinson, they are the younger batch..."

Among the crowd, Byers glanced at Neville in surprise. There were many people here who were friends he made in Gryffindor. He asked about the grades. Except for the twins, the rest were basically fourth grades. s student.

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?"

"Although it is surprising, but... yes." Felix shrugged and said, "She is only in the second grade this year, because she is too young to participate in training. Gwarts received the same treatment."

"Well, as long as they don't scream loudly." Wilkinson reluctantly agreed, no more objections. A group of people breathed a sigh of relief.

"The luckiest thing is that Professor McGonagall is not here, she left halfway." Fred 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 black magic. When it was Felix’s turn, he reminded the Hogwarts students: “Don’t forget that some of you know how to illuminate, it can break the fog of magic...”

Collins stared at him. She didn't take the Ancient Magic Course, and naturally she was not a member of the Magic Club. In this point, she is 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 playing, and each duel ended very quickly.

It wasn't the kind of quickness Harry used in dueling class, he thought for a long time before he came up with a reliable word.

Rhythm.

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

As for the second-year summer special training, and several encounters with Professor Haipu, he was hanged and beaten throughout the whole process, and he had no pleasant experience at all.

After an hour, every senior student had a rotation.

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

"no problem."

Wilkinson nodded and 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 Warrior candidates, and the age gap is not so easy to break.

And he asked specifically that most of the people here failed the owls exam.

Ifamoni 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 black magic." Professor Wilkinson said to Ifamoni's students, and then he sat lazily on the grass, pulled out a bottle of wine from his cloak, and took a sip for himself.

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

Byers nodded and agreed.

He stood in the center, grinning, and Harry and the others were about to move.

"Navi, 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 said with a smile, it was just a friendly match anyway, just to change his mood.

However, the facts surprised him. Neville was proficient in various basic spells, especially the coma spell and the iron armor spell, and he was very spiritual, and he did not make a sound when casting these two spells.

Silent curse!

Neville's pace was a bit dull, just a few steps back and forth. After adjusting to a while, Byers found a pattern, but this dull pace seemed to have been tried and tested, and he felt like he was on a reef.

Neville didn’t take the initiative to attack, and he usually asked Byers to chant a spell, Neville cast an iron armor curse, and then walked around a few steps, always facing Byers face to face. Wei took the time to shoot several coma spells, sometimes obstacle spells and disarming spells.

His face was taut, and it looked very similar to his dueling style.

Flitwick murmured: "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 in a deep voice, "I have an impression of this style."

"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 matches his own temperament very well."

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

On the court, Byers was a little anxious. Although he is a friend, he is a candidate for the warrior. He increased the output of his magic power, and the spell lit up bright arcs.

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, still as a pool of water, moving like a spring thunder..." He suddenly jumped out boldly, shaking out a red light, and then hid himself again. stand up.

The magic barrier in front of him shattered 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. Besini looked anxiously at her younger brother in a hard fight, and asked puzzledly: “What’s going on? Why can’t Byers break it? The child's defense?"

"Byers didn't use a lethal spell, that's one reason. And..." Wilkinson said hesitantly: "That kid has a good pace and looks good. Another thing is that the iron armor spell works really well. All his tactics revolve around this spell. I saw at least thirteen or four techniques, each of which is very targeted." He poured himself a sip of wine, "Haha" laughed twice. 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 the tip of his rod, condensed into a big fuzzy bird, and rushed towards Neville.

In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Neville urgently placed a second layer of iron armor curse on himself, blocking the flames firmly.

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

The Flame Bird broke through the first barrier, and then slammed into the second Iron Armor Curse, almost knocking itself apart. But Byers waved his magic wand again and again, and the flame bird reunited, this time bypassing the front and flying around from the side.

Neville surrendered simply and neatly.

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

Neville shook his head, "You have found the flaw," as he said, 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 helplessly.

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, he did not use black magic and powerful spells. But with a bit higher magic power and spell-casting skills, Susan Bones, Emile Che, and Shabini were quickly defeated one after another, which made the students of Ifamoni breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that these Not all people are masters like Neville.

Draco's performance is also quite good. He played with a witch of Ifamoni. The powerful spell he used in the third-grade duel competition was almost successful, but the serious Ifamoni student is worthy of it. Carefully selected preparatory warriors, pick any one at the level of a novice Auror.

If you change the position and let these students at Hogwarts take the initiative to attack, the students of Ifamoni will consume their magic power.

...

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

Is it just 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 played. 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 it?"

"Of course." Graves grinned.

"Whoo!"

A silent disarming spell flew out quickly, and Graves hurriedly jumped aside and looked at her in surprise, "Is this the spell you are best at?"

Hermione sullenly said: "You'll know." She waved her wand again and again, and a series of spells flew out, suppressing the opposite in a short time, forcing Graves to prop up an arc-shaped magical barrier. , Completely wrap yourself up.

Flitwick asked in surprise: "When did Granger master the Silent Curse? Moreover, she can apply multiple spells, which is not what she just mastered."

Moody's magic eye turned frantically, staring at her movements, silent, secretly calculating.

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

"why?"

"Her spell..." Felix thought for a while, carefully choosing the words and said: "It's quite normal, and it can often surprise people in some details that reflect the control, but the power of the spell is not satisfactory."

Flitwick immediately understood what he meant, "This is actually nothing. Granger's spellcasting is very stable. This is her greatest strength. When she becomes an adult, she can fully utilize her advantages and can choose compound spells... …Oh my God!"

In the clearing, Graves broke the previous tacit understanding.

The black flames expanded, scattered into dozens of balls, hung in the air, and as his wand slashed down like a sharp blade, the flames suddenly fell from the sky.

Hermione propped up a magic barrier, and immediately felt the blazing temperature, her hair was a little burnt, she ran away quickly, and in a panic saw the magic barrier burned out of a big hole by the black flame.

"what is this?"

"Devil fire, I said that black 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 at the same time, and Flitwick screamed: "We should stop this competition. This is beyond the scope of discussion."

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

More than a dozen black flames hit the ground, burning the grass to the ground, looking like the footprints of the devil falling from the sky. Hermione's eyes widened, she dodged embarrassedly, and at the same time swung out an iron armor curse to resist.

Harry and Ron were anxious on the sidelines and wanted to rush forward, but there was a professor there. They reluctantly restrained their thoughts, watching the black flame on the ground turn into a twisted snake, twisting their bodies, and then surrounding her. Forced to pass.

"What are the professors waiting for?" Harry asked puzzledly, and he drew out his wand, the tip of it gleaming. What kind of magic should I use at this time? Disarming curse, coma curse, iron armor curse, or patron saint?

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

Hermione wasn't too flustered, she still had the last hole cards. She glanced at Felix, and Felix nodded at her. So she stopped and let the black flames surround her, her fingertips gleaming with golden light.

Wilkinson had already raised her wand, and Besni handed her wand to Yuria, "Quick!" After that, they heard an unfamiliar spell from the girl's mouth.

Golden flames poured down from Hermione's palm. Compared with the small flame displayed in the ancient magic text office more than a month ago, it has now grown into a huge monster. Jin Yan rushed around like a flood, and collided with the black flames that rushed towards her. The black flames collapsed at the touch of a touch and were stirred into pieces of debris.

Graves' expression was frozen on his face.

The golden flames kept shrinking, and finally a huge firebird flew out, like a phoenix, much more refined than the magic that Byers had previously outlined. It uttered a high-pitched groan, and in an instant, the golden flamingo appeared in front of the dumb-eyed Graves, a foot away from him, his hair curled into ashes, and a long golden beak reflected in his pupils.

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

...

Graves was pulled away, his expression was a little lost, and lingering fear remained in his eyes when he left.

Professor Wilkinson walked over in a slight silence and apologized to several professors at Hogwarts: "Graves... he takes too much of this competition. He bears the hopes of many people and wants to let him The family regained its glory..."

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

"The descendants of the Twelve Aurors, like me, make me feel the same for him and relax my supervision of him." Wilkinson said: "A scandal occurred in the American magical world more than seventy years ago. Magic. The security director of Congress, Percival Graves, was impersonated," he explained sullily, "causing a huge mess and almost exposing the entire American magical world."

"Being impersonated?" Several professors looked over.

"It's very secretive," Wilkinson whispered. "The outside world knows less about it."

"Who is he posing as?" Felix asked with interest.

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

"It has something to do with Grindelwald!" Flitwick said in surprise, "Then that kid just now..."

"Victor Percival Graves~www.NovelMTL.com~ Wilkinson said: "Percival Graves is his grandfather. If he gets into trouble again, I will send him back. "

The professors said nothing. 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.

Not only him, but the other students of Ifamoni were shocked and kept staring at Hermione. In their hearts, this witch with tousled hair has become one of the students that must not be provoke.

Before leaving, Professor Wilkinson deliberately asked, "That little girl...you don't plan to make her a warrior, are you?"

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

Wilkinson learned about Dumbledore’s age limit from Flitwick, and he admired this approach, "I think it’s necessary...yes, it’s necessary. The Warriors are under tremendous psychological pressure. It’s best not to let students who are too young participate..."

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