A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

A sharp cry resounded from the golden flames, and a beautiful flamingo stuck out its head, a cluster of golden flames burned on its forehead, and its long beak reflected a dazzling light.

"Harry!"

Hermione shouted loudly, with her wand and left hand in front of her, trying her best to control her magic - the dragons in classroom 7 are fake, but their magic is real and must be carefully controlled.

They have been taught before.

Harry, who was still dealing with the fire dragon, ran away immediately. The bright light ball that Ron had prepared for a long time shot a straight beam of light, which hit the fire dragon's wings diagonally, and was then scattered by the smooth scales into finer light. Illuminate the dimly lit space around you.

The spell is crooked!

Ron hurriedly adjusted the angle, and this time finally let the beam of light explode on the fire dragon's face. The bright light was not dazzling, but still blocked most of its sight. This stopped the fire dragon's movements for a short time. It shook its head uneasily, its two strong and powerful claws clawed firmly on the brown rock, like a dagger, scraping out a series of sparks.

The firebird spanned a distance of hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye, and its long, sharp beak aimed at the belly of the fire dragon, where the scales were torn apart by the external force at some point—

"laugh!"

A little blood splattered.

The fire dragon let out a painful roar, and slapped the fire bird with a slap, making it turn into pure flame and stained on the body. It was panting heavily, flapping its wings, and spewing a dazzling blue flame from a low altitude, the grass and trees it passed instantly turned to ashes, and the stones cracked open, drowning the three of Harry in an instant.

When it was all quiet, Harry licked his dry lips, and the scene just now remained in his green eyes. Hermione and Ron walked over with pale faces and looked at the three Cedric, who stood by with their mouths open.

It was already afternoon, and Felix brought them to Classroom No. 7, intending to let them experience the power of the fire dragon for the 'first time'.

The result was that Cedric and his group of warriors were taken aback. Their previous performance was not perfect, but they basically showed their own characteristics, including Cedric's weather magic, Roger Davis of magical plants, as well as Collins' disillusionment spell and masterful silent casting.

And Harry's group...

It is difficult to describe in proper words. They have a very good understanding of the fire dragon's attack methods, and many of their reactions are done subconsciously. This level of understanding can no longer be learned from books or listening to stories. It must be practiced and remembered with the body.

This is also the way to train a dragon trainer. Every dragon trainer, in the first year or two of work, will leave some scars on his body, and some will deliberately keep one or two places as a testimony of his courage.

"It still won't work... Flames are inherently inferior to fire dragons. Even Hermione's ancient magic can't penetrate the thick dragon skin..." Harry panted slightly.

"Only the most powerful spells can do it. In fact, Sirius's suggestion is good, use the eye spell, but it requires excellent dynamic vision and precise control. Of the three of us, only Harry can do it, but you now Haven't mastered the spell yet." Hermione said as her chest rose and fell, trying to remain calm.

Ron sat on the ground so tired, "Fortunately, I met a Swedish short-nosed dragon, if I met a Ukrainian iron belly, or a Hungarian wasp..." He gave Cedric and the others a meaningful look, and as expected It's not natural to see their expressions.

He was in a much better mood. Although there was still a terrified expression on his face, he began to introduce with great interest: "Ukrainian iron belly is the largest, sixty to seventy feet. We have also encountered seventy feet, and it only needs to rush over and stretch out one. Feet...crack! You're done, of course you'll just see the grey shadows growing before your eyes..."

"And the Hungarian Horntail, which is a big one too. It's okay to breathe fire at you, once I managed to cast the Iron Charm, and then I saw a long black tail with spikes all over it, and you'd find yourself The spell shattered like an egg shell..."

"Peruvian venomous dragon's breath is poisonous, and the speed is so fast that it is difficult for spells to hit it..."

"Okay," Felix said helplessly, interrupting Ron, who seemed to be complaining but was actually showing off. He looked at them with some surprise: "You guys have completed a part of the work ahead of time, although there are still some tactical problems, but Obviously I have adapted to the rhythm of the fire dragon's attack, and I won't be scared to say the spell... However, I have to limit you to prevent you from forming some kind of terrible inertia."

"The more times you fail, the more you will strengthen a concept in your mind, that everything in classroom 7 is fake, you may confuse this fake courage, and when the real competition, the surrounding audience, judges , or the venue, all of which will remind you of what is real. At that time, you will find that your courage is like a beautiful soap bubble that bursts when you poke it..."

Harry opened his mouth to argue a few words. But I think it makes sense. After going through dozens of "death methods", they really don't seem to care about being injured. If they participate in the game with this mentality, they may perform better, but the bigger May be habitually making reckless actions.

For example, he himself tried to buy time for Hermione with a completely ineffective spell, and was slapped to death.

"Next, we will conduct targeted training. Each of your groups has huge room for improvement... What I want to do is to help you find your best areas, because you will soon find that time is simply not enough."

...

After coming out of classroom 7, Harry and the others put on thick cloaks, walked out of the castle, and followed the path to Hagrid.

In the pumpkin patch behind Hagrid's hut, a big black dog was running around happily, Harry, Ron and Hermione grinning.

When he saw them, the big black dog ran over and turned into a man in front of them. Sirius's hair was kept short and neat, and his cheeks were white, which made him look younger.

"Sirius—" Harry hugged him, "you don't have to come here every day."

Sirius frowned, "This is my responsibility, I'm bored!"

"Remus suggested you find a job, you should get back to your normal life," Harry said, but an irrepressible smile spread across his face.

Sirius scratched his chin casually, a little absent-minded. "I'm not in a hurry with that kind of thing, I'm always uninterested... Let's not talk about it, how about it, is Felix surprised?"

These days, he has been instructing the three of them, including how to cooperate, but he is not a serving member of Hogwarts, he cannot enter the castle, and Dumbledore turns a blind eye when he wanders around Hagrid's hut. result.

Harry reluctantly repeated the story, Sirius rubbing his chin and sitting on a giant pumpkin, Hagrid's hound Fang Fang sniffing at his shoes and wagging his tail at him.

"Go, go, Yaya!" He skillfully threw Yaya a dog biscuit and thought about it seriously, "He's right, you may confuse the real and the fake, but our purpose has been achieved - you personally It is very important to experience the various attack methods of the fire dragon!"

He said with some schadenfreude, "I may be having a headache when I see the warriors of Vaggardu running around in the Forbidden Forest."

As the host, the warriors of Hogwarts did take a certain advantage, which is reflected in the fact that they are supported by huge school resources. Although Hogwarts has opened the library and some resources to other schools, the most critical seven Classroom No. is not available.

"But don't be complacent. I saw new faces appear in those schools. It should be a professor from their school who came to give special training to the warriors."

Sirius quickly exposed the topic.

"Then, let's start today's practice, eye disease spell, extinguishing spell, softening spell, if we have time, we can also try phantom body spell and transfiguration, but it may be too difficult for you, and I'm not very good at transfiguration technique..."

Harry said hesitantly: "I don't think the eye disease spell works well. Most of the fire dragon heads we saw were surrounded by thick scales, as well as protruding bones and spikes. It was very difficult for us to hit."

Ron said thoughtfully: "What do you think of the bat spirit spell? I heard Ginny say it, this spell can turn boogers into bats, imagine a group of bats flying out of a fire dragon's nose and turning it The nose is propped up by the boss..."

Sirius coughed twice, "The idea is good, but no one has tried it. After all, the eye disease spell is a tested spell."

He looked at the three of them: "As for the accuracy of spells, there is actually only one way, and that is to practice a lot." He saw the expressions of the three of them collapsed, and continued: "Of course, a good method will do more with less, you need some A handy tool."

"Have you brought it, Harry?" he asked.

Harry took out the Snitch from his pocket in confusion. Last night, Sirius asked him to bring the Snitch with him through the two-way mirror. He never understood the reason. He asked in the mirror, but he didn't say anything.

Sirius' hand brushed the golden snitch's wings, and a row of alchemy symbols lit up on the golden wings, "The gift I gave you has two hidden functions. The thing, there is, it has a 'follow' function itself."

"Follow function?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Yes, it will fly around you within a certain range. This range is adjustable. I originally wanted it to help you practice Quidditch, but you don't seem to notice."

Harry was a little ashamed, and he explained in a low voice, "I didn't take it outside because I was afraid it would get lost."

Sirius didn't bother with this little problem: "In addition to practicing Quidditch, it can also practice your spell's accurate head - next, I'll let it fly around you at an altitude of twenty to fifty feet, you need to use eye disease The spell hits it, of course, you don't know this spell yet, it doesn't matter! You can try other spells first!"

Harry and the others were excited, and Hermione asked worriedly, "Aren't we going to break it?"

"No," said Sirius indifferently, "it has a powerful protective magic on it. I told Felix at the time that this gift was to be passed on to Harry's children."

Harry blushed and rolled his eyes angrily.