A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 377: Discussion

Latest URL: There are more than 20 students surrounded by the temporary open space, sitting in twos and threes on the grass, barely reaching 30 people including professors.

They stared at the two figures in the center that were constantly intertwined, back and forth, casting spells at each other.

"Cedric, come on!" Roger Davis shouted.

"Victor, come on!"

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

The boy surnamed "Graves" had short black hair combed delicately, and the power of the spell was terrifyingly powerful. He grins and looks like he's winning.

"Watch your step, Victor!"

Victor Graves was startled, and suddenly found that two slender streams of water were winding down, over the grass and dirt, and flowing in the direction of his feet invisibly.

He raised his wand, wanting to do something. At this moment Cedric rushed out, a red light flew from the tip of the staff, and Graves hurried back to protect himself, but the spell missed him at all.

The nearby water suddenly exploded, and a large amount of hot water mist evaporated from the grass, engulfing Cedric and Graves. The figures of the two were hazy and looming.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

It seemed like a long time before the sound of Cedric chanting the spell reached the ears of the people around him.

In the mist, Cedric cast a supersensory spell on himself in a low voice to enhance his five senses, and tried his best to catch the gray shadow.

The people around held their breaths, even Draco and the five who had just walked over stopped seven or eight feet away, staring at the fog intently.

Quick!

It's too fast!

Everything happened within seven or eight seconds, and many people didn't react.

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

Felix nodded: "He seems to be prepared."

"That's right, he asked me about a few spells...I'm already thinking about what he's going to do next," Flitwick said expectantly.

The mist got thicker. Not only water mist, but a large cloud of white smoke quickly filled the air, sealing off the space with a radius of thirty to forty feet, like a goblet covered upside down, completely covering everything inside.

The arc of the spell was like lightning, suddenly lighting up a cloud, and the students who were watching backed away.

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

Felix thought for a while, "In fact, he still needs to strengthen two parts - cut off the opponent's sight as much as possible, and turn them into blind. And increase his own detection methods as much as possible, if he can ignore the smoke Better."

"He's good at transferring spells," said Moody.

During the speech, the cloud and mist surged violently, and layers of black extended from one point. Like unsightly mold growing on white spores, these molds spread rapidly, accompanied by a pungent gasoline smell.

"Cedric did it?"

"No, that's black magic."

Flitwick waved his wand in front of his eyes, and the mist automatically parted to avoid them.

Half a minute later, two figures rushed out separately, coughing violently, tears streaming from the corners of their eyes, and the area around the eyes was red from the smoke.

"An cough disappears."

Felix pointed at Cedric, his expression immediately eased.

The student on the other side also fell silent, and the two stepped forward to shake hands, their eyes were red.

Professor Wilkinson of Ilvermorny exclaimed, "Well done, boys, you've all done well...Wait, where did these students come from?"

Felix and Flitwick had spotted Harry and the others long ago, but they didn't say anything. Moody on the side said in a deep voice: "I told you, Professor Wilkinson, they are the group who are not old enough..."

In the crowd, Byers glanced at Neville in surprise. Many people here are friends he made in Gryffindor. Is a fourth grade student.

Wilkinson eyed Harry and the others suspiciously, and Harry tried to straighten himself to look taller. "What about this little girl?" He pointed to Astoria and asked, "She also passed your selection?"

"It's surprising, but...that's right." Felix shrugged and said, "She is only in the second grade this year, because she is too young, she did not participate in the training, and the rest are the same as the reserve warriors in the sixth and seventh grades. , received the same treatment at Hogwarts.”

"Fine, as long as they don't scream too loudly." Wilkinson reluctantly agreed, without further objection. A group of people breathed a sigh of relief.

"The luckiest thing is that Professor McGonagall is not here, she left halfway." Fred said, winking.

George gave a thumbs up.

In the next few minutes, a group of professors commented on the battle just now, especially the black magic part. When it was Felix's turn, he reminded the Hogwarts students: "Don't forget that some of you know the lighting technique, which can break the magic fog..."

Collins stared at him. She didn't take the ancient rune class, and naturally she wasn't a member of the rune club. In this regard, she is not as good as Astoria, because in order to appease the little girl, Dumbledore tolerantly agreed to her request to enter the Rune Club.

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

It wasn't the kind of fast that Harry was exposed to in the dueling class. He thought for a long time before he came up with a reliable word.

Rhythm.

The attacking rhythm of both sides is very smooth, this kind of fluency is something he couldn't experience in the duel class before, and he only had a similar experience with Sirius or classroom No. 7.

As for the special summer training in the second grade, and the several fights with Professor Haipu, he was hanged and beaten all the way, and he didn't have a pleasant experience at all.

After an hour, each senior student takes a turn.

Felix looked at Harry and the others looked at him eagerly, smiled slightly, and said to Wilkinson: "Professor Wilkinson, why don't these low-grade students try?"

"No problem."

Wilkinson nodded in agreement. 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 true Warriors candidates, and the age gap is not so easy to break.

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

Ilvermorny also had a similar exam, so he naturally knew what kind of transformation would happen to the students who had gone through this year.

"Go up and play! Don't use black magic." Professor Wilkinson said to the students of Ilvermorny, and then he sat lazily on the grass, took out a bottle of wine from his cloak, and poured himself Take a sip.

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

Byers nodded in agreement.

He stood in the center, grinning so hard that Harry and the others were ready to move.

"Neville, let's try." Byers offered the invitation.

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

"It's okay." Byers said with a smile, it was just a friendly match anyway, just a change of mood.

However, the facts surprised him. Neville was proficient in various basic spells, especially the Stunning Spell and the Iron Armor Curse, and he did not make any sound when casting these two spells.

Silent spell!

Neville's steps were a little stiff, just a few steps back and forth. Byers found the pattern after getting used to it for a while, but this rigid pace seemed to have been tried and tested for a long time, and he felt that he was facing a rock.

Neville doesn't take the initiative to attack very much. Usually, Biles rushes to read the spell. During the interval, Neville took the time to cast a few stun spells, sometimes impeding spells and disarming spells.

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

Flitwick murmured: "This kind of gait is not within the scope of dueling lessons in school. Although it looks simple, it requires a lot of practice. Every tiny movement has a unique purpose."

Moody held his crutches and said in a deep voice, "I seem to have seen this style somewhere, I have an impression."

"Should have been taught by Frank Longbottom," said Felix.

"So it's like this..." Flitwick said in admiration: "His father is an excellent Auror, he should have tailored this kind of pace for Neville, but it's 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 candidate for a warrior. He increased the output of magic power, and the spell lit up bright arcs.

But Neville has been like a stubborn rock, resisting his attacks. He was still muttering something in his mouth, "Stable as a rock, light as a flying feather, still as a pool of water, moving like 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 was broken six or seven times, but he pulled it back up every time.

Uria fell into deep thought, and Wilkinson's wine seemed to lose its appeal. Bethany watched anxiously as her brother was struggling, and asked in puzzlement, "What's going on? Why is Byers Can you break through that child's defense?"

"Byles didn't use a powerful spell, that's one reason. And..." Wilkinson said hesitantly: "The kid has a good pace and looks good. There is also the Iron Armor Curse. That's great, all his tactics revolve around this one spell. I have seen at least thirteen or four techniques, each of which is very specific." He took a sip of wine for himself, "haha" laughed Twice, and then observe intently.

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

After ten minutes of stalemate, Byers finally found the key to breaking the situation. Clusters of bright flames flew out from the tip of his staff, condensed into a big fuzzy bird, and rushed towards Neville.

Under the surprised gazes of the crowd, Neville cast a second layer of the Iron Armor Curse on himself, firmly blocking the flames.

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

The flame bird broke through the first barrier, and then hit the second iron armor curse firmly, almost knocking itself apart. But Byers waved his wand again and again, and the big flame bird condensed again, this time bypassing the front and flying around from the side.

Neville threw in the towel.

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

Neville shook his head, "You've already found a loophole," he said, and he patted his head foolishly, "Actually, Dad has formulated a strategy for me, but I can't use it now."

"Well, it looks like you have a good father." Byers said helplessly.

Next, the Ilvermorny student got serious. They suddenly realized that these students, who were on average two or three years younger than them, were not so easy to deal with. They take turns playing and actively picking their opponents. At the same time, follow the orders of Professor Wilkinson and the practice of Byers, and do not use black magic and powerful spells. However, with their superior magic power and spellcasting skills, Susan Bones, Emilche, and Shabini were quickly defeated one after another. This made the students of Ilvermorny breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that these Not all people are masters like Neville.

Draco's performance was also quite good, and he had a fight with a witch from Ilvermorny. The powerful spell he used in the third-year duel competition almost made a contribution, but the serious Ilvermorny The students are worthy of being carefully selected reserve warriors, and any one picked at will has the level of a novice Auror.

If you switch positions and let these Hogwarts students take the initiative to attack, the energy consumption of Ilvermorny's students will run out of magic power.

…

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

Is it because he is short? Look weak?

He stared at Astoria, and the little girl was also very angry - no one looked at her at all, obviously she had worked hard to stand in the front.

Harry suddenly felt a little sad.

Even Hermione was on stage. Her opponent was the wizard surnamed "Graves". Graves smiled and said, "I heard your name many times these days, Miss Know-it-All?"

Hermione frowned, and there was nothing kind in his tone.

"Ready to start?"

"Of course." Graves grinned.

Whoosh!

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

Hermione said with a straight face: "You will know." She waved her wand again and again, and spells flew out, suppressing the opponent in a short time, forcing Graves to prop up an arc shape The magical barrier completely wraps itself up.

Flitwick asked in surprise: "When did Granger master the silent spell? Moreover, she can apply it to multiple spells. It's not like she just mastered it."

Moody's magic eye twitched wildly, staring at her movements, silent, thinking secretly.

Felix explained: "Her control of magic has always been outstanding, and when I asked her to write a dueling system paper, she put the silent spell at the top of the list."

"Why?"

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

Flitwick immediately understood what he meant, "It's really nothing, Granger's spellcasting is very stable, which is her greatest strength. When she becomes an adult, she can fully exert her advantages and can choose Compound spells... oh my god!"

In the open space, Graves broke the previous tacit agreement.

The black flames swelled and scattered into more than a dozen clusters, hanging in the air. As his magic wand slashed down like a sharp blade, those 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 saw a big hole in the magic barrier burned by black flames in a panic.

"What is this?"

"Devil Fire, I told you not to use black magic," Wilkinson said in a deep voice, "Graves is a little out of control, he cares too much about this honor... We are ready to separate them at any time. "

Several professors approached unanimously, and Flitwick said sharply: "We should stop this competition, which is beyond the scope of discussion."

Felix said calmly: "I feel the same as you, Felius, but I trust Miss Granger."

A dozen or so black flames fell on the ground, scorching the grass, looking like the footprints of a devil that fell from the sky. Hermione's eyes widened, and she dodged in embarrassment, while waving a series of Iron Armor Curses to resist.

Harry and Ron were anxious on the sidelines, eager to rush up, but with the professor around, they barely restrained their thoughts, watching the black flames hitting the ground turn into twisted long snakes, twisting their bodies, and then moved towards He surrounded her and forced her to go.

"What are the professors waiting for?" Harry asked puzzled, and he drew out his wand, the tip of which gleamed. What magic should I use at this time? Disarming Curse, Stunning Curse, Iron Armor Curse, or Patronus?

It doesn't seem to work... He simply pointed his wand at that "Graves", wondering if he should cast a curse on him.

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

Wilkinson had already raised his wand, and Bethany handed her wand to Uriah, "Quick!" Immediately afterwards, they heard a strange incantation coming from the girl's mouth.

Golden flames poured down from Hermione's palm. Compared with the small flame displayed in the ancient rune office more than a month ago, it has now grown into a giant. The golden flames 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 smashed into pieces.

Graves' expression froze on his face.

The golden flame kept shrinking, and finally a huge fire bird flew out, like a phoenix, much more refined than the magic that Byers had outlined before. It made a high-pitched long cry, and in just a split second, the golden firebird appeared in front of the stunned Graves, a foot away from him, his hair curled and turned to ashes, and his long golden beak was 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 there was lingering fear in his eyes before he left.

Professor Wilkinson walked over silently, and apologized to the Hogwarts professors: "Graves...has taken this competition too seriously, and he has burdened many people's hopes. I want to restore the glory of the family..."

"Graves?" Flitwick repeated, "That name sounds familiar."

"The descendants of the Twelve Aurors, like me, also made me feel for him, and relaxed my guard on him." Wilkinson said: "More than seventy years ago, there was an incident in the American magic world. Scandal. Percival Graves, the security director of the Magic Congress, was impersonated," he explained sullenly, "caused a huge mess and almost exposed the entire American magic community."

"Is someone impersonating?" Several professors looked over.

"This matter is very secret," Wilkinson said in a low voice: "Few people know about it."

"Who was he impersonating?" Felix asked with interest.

"Grindelwald." Wilkinson only said one surname, but everyone present knew who he was referring to.

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

"Victor Percival Graves ~IndoMTL.com~"Percival Graves is his grandfather and that's why his mentality is wrong, I can assure you, If he gets into trouble again, I'll send him back. "

The professors said nothing more. It was an accident in itself, a student broke the rules, no one else could be blamed. What's more, the students of Hogwarts didn't suffer any disadvantages. On the contrary, it was that Graves who probably had a lot of psychological shadows.

Not only him, but the other Ilvermorny students were shocked and kept staring at Hermione. In their hearts, this shaggy-haired witch has become one of the students who must not be provoked.

Even before Professor Wilkinson left, he deliberately asked: "That little girl... you don't plan to make her a warrior?"

"No, she's not old enough," said Felix.

Wilkinson learned about Dumbledore's age limit from Flitwick, and he greatly appreciated this approach, "I think it's necessary... yes, it's necessary. Warriors carry huge burdens Psychological pressure, it is best not to let too young students participate..."

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