A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 204: Guide battle

The little wizards looked at each other, but none of them volunteered to come to the stage.

There are noisy whispers below.

This is an opportunity to face off against the professor. The question is, who should I choose?

Felix smiled, "Who would like to try it? It's a rare opportunity."

Harry's heart was itchy, and his lips were dry. He had received special training from Professor Haip during the summer vacation, so he naturally knew that there was a huge gap between the two.

However, he still couldn't see how much difference there was.

And, just now, he suddenly had an idea, can he get the information he wants through one-on-one guidance?

After hesitating, the first person appeared, Percy Weasley.

He bowed solemnly, "As the president 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," said Percy without thinking.

He had already thought about it before he came up. Among the three professors, Snape is recognized as unfriendly to Gryffindor. Although it is not life-threatening to meet him, making a fool of himself is inevitable, rule it out;

Professor Haipu didn't take many shots, but the disarming spell last year was really impressive. Percy was worried that Professor Haipu would greet him with a spell of this level, so he also 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 points are rarely deducted.

The several times of guidance and teaching in the duel class last school year also seemed to be more than capable, and did not make the students feel ashamed.

"Professor Flitwick is my choice," repeated Percy.

Soon, Flitwick and Percy were standing face to face, and Flitwick reminded him: "Don't forget what I said before." He spent more than an hour describing his fighting style in detail .

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

Percy shot first, and a disarming spell flew out of the air, but Flitwick just turned his head away, keeping his eyes on his opponent's wand.

Almost at the same time, a bright spell struck Percy, and just as he had rehearsed it before going on stage, he cast the Disarming Charm, jumped aside without thinking, and said the Iron Armor Charm at the same time.

"Armor protection!"

As soon as the Iron Armor Curse took shape, it faced Flitwick's spell head-on.

"Well done, Percy," Flitwick praised. He consciously controlled the rhythm of his attack, and it took about three minutes before he defeated Percy with the Imprisoning Curse neatly.

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

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

He saluted and stepped 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: "There is a certain pressure, but you don't have time to think about it, you have to pay attention."

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

Still a Gryffindor, it was Oliver Wood, he was tall and he was the captain of the Gryffindor House Quidditch team.

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

Felix saluted him face to face, and Wood whispered: "Professor, be merciful, I am most afraid of you."

"Then you still choose me?"

"Hey, I'm going to graduate anyway, so it's very face-saving to say it." Wood said naively.

It's good to have face...

As soon as the duel started, Wood was still shouting: "Except you—"

A red light swept across his hair, directly smothering the words behind him, and the power of the spell made his hair stand on end.

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

"I..."

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

It wasn't until Wood closed his eyes and recited a disarming spell regardless, that the duel became normal.

Professor Haip no longer prevented Wood from reciting spells. The two of them came and went, constantly shooting spells of various colors at each other.

Professor Haipu's dueling strategy is the defense/evasion-counterattack that he introduced in the previous dueling class. Every movement can find a theoretical basis,

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

Seven or eight minutes later, Wood gave up in sweat, and Felix commented as usual: "Wood, you are not proficient in silent spells, and your intention to duel is too obvious; moreover, you don't have a fixed routine.

In the performance just now, you cast twelve kinds of spells, including dueling spells such as Disarming Curse and Iron Armor Curse, as well as small evil spells such as Tripping Curse and Tickle Curse. Among them, there are three disarming curses, two iron armor curses, two tripping curses, and one tickling curse...

It's not that you can't use lesser jinxes, but you have to choose your spells carefully. Like Stumbling, it doesn't outright overwhelm your opponent, which means you're wasting great shots and hits.

In addition, the power of your spells is not particularly outstanding, which means that you don't have a main spell..."

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

Next, the Gryffindor students still wanted to go on stage~IndoMTL.com~ but the other three houses quit, and a Slytherin student stood up directly. It was the seventh-year prefect, Geoffrey.

"Professor Snape, please advise the students." He said respectfully.

Snape put down his crossed hands on his chest, drew his wand from the black robe, flapped his clothes, and walked to the center.

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

Geoffrey's first spell hit the ground three feet away from Snape, and Snape said grimly, "Are you worried about accidentally hurting me, Geoffrey? Use everything you can think of." Spell attack, dueling is serious business!"

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

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

Snape stepped out of the mist, his hazy face became clear, he approached Geoffrey step by step, caught the oncoming spell with his wand, and flicked it aside.

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

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

Harry couldn't hold back the longing in his heart, and rushed to the ring.

Harry said in an affirmative tone: "I saw the records of your student days, you don't like each other, but there must be a deeper reason..."

Snape's expression became inscrutable, and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he was trying to resist uttering harsh words.