Chapter 221: Real Combat Teaching

When it comes to being late, special students like Maca who are no longer interested in the school's courses are obviously commonplace.

What's more, he is still a member of Durmstrang at the moment. Although he has been notified before, if he ignores it, other people will think it is normal.

Maca, however, was right now at the head of Durmstrang's line, and although he looked a little dazed, as if dozed off, at least he was here.

But besides him being the most suspicious, who else would be late?

At this moment, a sound of running came from the side passage of the auditorium. Immediately afterwards, Ron and a Gryffindor girl pushed open the side door and "broke" in.

There is no way, their movements are really a bit rough, and the description of "push" is really not enough to accurately express the sense of power.

"Hold...sorry, Professor..."

Ron found that almost everyone's eyes were on the two of them, which made him look extremely embarrassed.

Maca, who was dozing off while standing, raised her eyelids, glanced at them, and then nodded in understanding.

"...It seems that the perpetrator of the theft has been found." He muttered in a low voice, and then continued to sleep with his eyelids drooping.

Following Ron was the girl named Lavender Brown in Gryffindor College.

Her long, slightly curly, bright brown hair was tied with a bright pink headband, and she wore a colorful long-sleeved shirt under her wizard robes, and she wore foundation and blush invented by Muggles on her face.

Although she is not a naturally beautiful girl, she knows how to dress up, which makes her look extremely fashionable.

At this moment, she was holding Ron's arm tightly, looking at him angrily.

"...Why did you run away!" Lavender asked softly.

"This... because of the class!" Ron was a little at a loss by Lavender's enthusiasm and enthusiasm. He lowered his voice and said, "Didn't I say it? I will explain it to you after class is over..."

"But, you promised me! As long as I go and take it"

Before Lavender finished speaking, Ron hurriedly covered her mouth. In a hurry, he subconsciously glanced at Hermione in the crowd.

But it was okay if he didn't look, but when he looked, he saw Hermione glaring at him angrily.

what happened? exposed? But Lavender hasn't said it yet?

Ron was stunned for a moment.

"How long are you going to stand there!" Moody, who was standing not far in front, paused his crutch angrily, and roared loudly.

Both Ron and Lavender were taken aback, they were in the ranks of Lanffindor College.

"10 points will be deducted from Gryffindor College." Moody said in an irritable tone, "Okay, then, the exchange class between the three schools will officially start this time! The warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, all come to the stage!"

Maca, who was woken up by Krum, yawned big, then raised her legs and walked slowly towards the steps of the stage.

"The purpose of this three-school exchange meeting is to let everyone understand what is the real black magic! And, where is the horror of black magic!"

Moody also limped onto the stage. He stretched out his hand and pointed vigorously at the little wizards under the stage, with a strong mania in his tone.

"First, I want to ask you a question!" He said loudly, "How many Unforgivable Curses are there?"

As soon as this question came out, all the students in the audience whispered.

Moody ignored them, but turned his head, glanced at Harry, Hermione, Fleur and Maca who were standing in the center of the stage behind them, and finally settled on Maca.

"McLean, tell me!"

Maca blinked her sour eyes, pulled out her wand and nodded her throat. Immediately afterwards, an amplified, somewhat lazy voice spread throughout the auditorium.

"There are three Unforgivable Curses, the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing Curse.

"

Moody nodded and said, "Let me give you a brief introduction."

"The Imperius Curse can confuse the target's mind and make the target act according to his own intentions; the Cruciatus Curse can cause severe pain in the body and soul of the target. Crazy, even death; as for the Killing Curse...instant death effect, no scars..."

Having said that, Maca turned his head and glanced at Harry, then shrugged and said: "...There is only one surviving case."

Moody gave him a dissatisfied look, then turned around and warned: "There are countless wizards who have died due to the Killing Curse, and Harry Potter is just an exception! Tell you, don't take chances!"

"But!" He paused, and continued, "Today's focus is not on the Unforgivable Curse! What I want you to understand today is the danger hidden in other curses!"

Hearing this, Maca couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Mad-Eye Moody is indeed a top Auror who has experienced many hardships... It seems that today's so-called "three-school exchange class" is really interesting.

"Next, I will show you a battle without rules with McLean... Remember! It's not a child's play! It's a real battle between a dark wizard and an Auror! Except the unforgivable In addition to spells, any spells may appear in battle!"

Whoa! You old man is an Auror who didn't run away, so doesn't that mean I'm that "dark wizard"?

Maca looked at Moody's back with a constipated face, and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

In this way, Harry and the others were chased off the stage by Moody's eyes, and stood not far from the stage to watch the battle. When Harry and Fleur passed by Maca successively, they both nodded to Maca, signaling that he must be more careful.

As for Hermione, she just looked at the ground and walked quietly.

The moment Hermione was the last to leave the stage, a red light shot out with lightning speed and went straight to where Maca was.

Obviously, Moody is using his actions to tell everyone that sneak attacks in actual combat are commonplace.

Maca's reaction was naturally not slow, even in the past, his level of vigilance was enough to prevent this level of sneak attack. Not to mention him who can sense magic now.

With just a slight diagonal step, he accurately avoided Moody's Disarming Curse, and responded with a backhand Disarming Curse.

The red energy beam emitted from Maca's wand is obviously more slender, but its flying speed is faster than Moody's just now.

But Moody was obviously very sophisticated. Immediately after he released his first sneak attack, he put an Iron Armor Curse on himself. Although Maca's disarming spell was fast, the spell that sacrificed strength was easily defended by the Iron Armor Curse on Moody's body.

In an instant, a cloud of bright red light particles exploded in front of Moody, and there was a sense of violence in the danger.

For Maca and Moody, this is just the first round of exchange trials. But in the eyes of the little wizards in the audience, this opening of less than two seconds has already left them speechless in shock.

And the most surprised ones, of course, are the senior students in the sixth and seventh grades.

Silent curse! That is a high-level spell-casting technique that has always been known for its difficulty. It is only in the sixth grade that you will come into contact with this technique for the first time, and you will pass the required exam.

Only students who have tried and practiced will understand how bad this technique is.

But among the two on stage, one perfectly used the technique of the silent spell in the sneak attack, which opened up a wonderful and cruel start for this "battle"; the other even used the silent spell beautifully when being attacked Counterattacked back, the movements were smooth and smooth.

"This is the real battle!"

Those young wizards who had experienced the so-called "Duel Club" organized by Lockhart all thought of this sentence.

However, the battle demonstration on the stage, this is just the beginning!

Maca didn't care about Moody's Iron Armor Curse, but he didn't continue to attack and try to suppress the opponent. He just pointed his wand quickly at the ground, and the flames quickly spread around Moody.

"Blazing flames!"

Maca didn't read the mantra, but the little wizards in the audience couldn't help but shouted out.

This is just a fire-making spell that even first-year students can use, but in Maca's hands, those flames seem to be alive, surging towards Moody continuously like waves in the sea.

The Iron Armor Curse can defend against the direct hit of the spell beam, but it cannot resist physical damage. The flame itself is just a physical phenomenon, and the Iron Armor Curse is useless!

Moody waved his wand without hesitation, and the flames around him were forcibly separated, and his already surrounded figure was suddenly revealed.

However, the flames rushed towards him one after another. The flames in the inner circle had just been separated, but the waves of flames in the outer circle rushed towards him.

Moody's face became serious, and he waved his wand again, and a small whirlwind was formed in the flames. The wind wasn't very strong, but it was enough to make the flames form a vortex, rushing towards Maca like a tornado.

It has to be said that Moody counterattacked very beautifully with this move. With just a small housework and the magic spell "Whirlwind Sweep", he countered Maca for a while.

But is Maca's purpose of using the fire curse just to break his iron armor curse?

Just when Moody controlled the fire tornado and rushed towards Maca, three consecutive flames burst out through the air through the concealment of the fire tornado, hitting Moody directly in front of him.

That's the Stunning Charm!

Because of the cover of the fire tornado, Moody didn't react until the flames approached, but it was obviously too late to use the magic spell to deal with it.

The first flame hit Moody head-on, but was blocked by the Iron Armor Curse, which was still in effect; followed by the second, which steadily broke through the protection of the Iron Armor Curse, causing Moody to take a step back.

The third flame was already very close at hand, and the little wizards under the stage were so nervous that they clenched their hands tightly, not even noticing the slightest trace of sweat from their palms.