Chapter 491: Hogwarts Is Abnormal!

Professor McGonagall and Principal Fengta met each other on foot. Perhaps they had already exchanged greetings when they met outside the classroom, so this duel practice was very simple. They greeted each other and started directly.

Hermione and Graves are currently practicing duels in the center of the abandoned classroom. Objectively speaking, Graves is two years older than Hermione, has stronger magic, knows more spells, and has more dueling experience, but... Judging from the situation of the two fighting, the situation of the two people was completely reversed.

Before the two officially started fighting, onlookers discussed their strengths and weaknesses.

The three boys, led by Loren, believed that Hermione was a sure winner, but Butt claimed that Pickley's last defeat was just an accident. After a week of training, he was no longer the same person...

Professor McGonagall and Principal Fontana stood nearby, listening to their discussion with gentle smiles, but their eyes were a little complicated.

Graves was fully on guard against the girl opposite him. Before the duel started, he had already inquired about this little witch who was number one in the grade. She was known as Miss Know-It-All. She had always had the highest score in theory exams, but some people also called her behind her back. A nerd, inferring from this, her dueling ability should be average.

Last week, he suffered two defeats, and he was still an underage wizard three years younger than himself. Graves felt his face heat up when he thought about it. But just like Nancy said, Loren and Harry can't be looked at with normal eyes. When he fought, he looked down on others, so he deserved to be defeated.

Today, he must wash away his shame and rebuild Ilvermorny's reputation!

Graves controlled his breathing, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, his eyes burning: "[Back off the enemy three feet]"

Hermione's eyes narrowed slightly, watching the steady and powerful repel spell flying straight towards her. She calmly stirred her wand and summoned the tables and chairs at the edge of the classroom to block the path of the spell's flight. .

In fact, the most perfect state would be to apply the deformation spell on tables and chairs, but she is not that flexible yet, and the casting speed is not fast enough.

The onlookers only saw a flash of green light, and in the blink of an eye they hit the flying tables and chairs. The wooden tables and chairs, which had been eaten away by insects, and had aged inside, fell apart at the moment of collision, breaking into numerous wooden pieces and pieces in the air. sawdust.

The piece of wood fell to the floor with a slight sound, and then sawdust fell to the ground.

Principal Fontana was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene. His focused eyes slowly relaxed and he sighed softly: "Professor McGonagall, you have a good student..."

"Thank you for your compliment, Principal Fontana." Professor McGonagall said with a smile.

Principal Fontana watched as Pickley was fully on guard against his opponent and completely ignored the wooden blocks on the ground. He knew in his heart that the situation of the battle was now very clear. The little witch named Hermione Granger was already able to Apply the deformation technique to duels, and even intentionally create a favorable environment. On the other hand, Pikli on the opposite side probably only reacts when he is beaten.

After realizing it, the battle should be over.

Principal Fontana felt a little confused. Is the education at Hogwarts really better? Is Ilvermorny lagging behind in this regard?

A voice floated faintly in his ear. Professor Tom Gunter might be right...

"[Flocks of flying birds]"

The many wooden blocks on the floor suddenly turned into hummingbirds with sharp beaks. They flapped their wings and quickly surrounded Graves. Graves noticed the fierce light in the small eyes of these hummingbirds. In the cold weather of late spring, a sudden sound suddenly appeared from behind. Breaking into a cold sweat.

There were too many, and they surrounded him in all directions. If they attacked in one direction, hummingbirds from other directions would swarm up...

Graves tried to calm down and quickly thought of ways to deal with it.

Directly attacking the opponent himself... No, there is a hummingbird in the way.

Burning the hummingbird with a fire spell... No, that would burn yourself instead.

"..."

The chirping of birds reached his ears, making Graves feel a little depressed.

"[Thousands of bullets fired]"

The hummingbirds swung their wings back suddenly, raised their sharp beaks, and stabbed at Graves at a speed so fast that there was a faint sound of breaking wind.

"Okay, practice is over."

Professor McGonagall's calm voice sounded, and she waved her magic wand. The densely packed hummingbirds stopped in the air, then flew back together, landed on the floor, picked up sawdust and flew out the window.

Hermione's eyes sparkled. Professor McGonagall instantly seized control of her hummingbird. This required a deep understanding of the basic principles of transformation. The subsequent movements of the hummingbird became more light and natural. Even if it flew out of the window, it did not lose control. .

The other little wizards didn't notice so many twists and turns, and just thought that Professor McGonagall was cleaning up the battlefield while showing off her exquisite transformation skills.

"For a little wizard of your age, Miss Granger's duel strategy just now is commendable..." Professor McGonagall explained meticulously, as if it were a normal class, but those who are familiar with her will notice it on her face. With a smile, a weak but lasting smile.

"There are still many areas worth optimizing in terms of execution, such as interspersing more subtle transformations, for example, you can make more hummingbirds..."

Half an hour later, Professor McGonagall finished the explanation and nodded to Graves: "Actually, Pikli, you did not lose, but you have never been exposed to the duel strategy of using transformation to create a favorable environment before. You will definitely not suffer a loss next time." ”

Graves' eyebrows knitted together, wondering why Professor McGonagall's words seemed so familiar to him. Had he heard it somewhere?

Oh, I heard it during the last duel training.

Graves was completely confused.

It was fine that he couldn't beat Harry, he was the warrior chosen by the Goblet of Fire;

He could barely deceive himself if he couldn't beat Loren, his Shield Charm really caught him off guard, it could be considered a moment of carelessness,

But now he couldn't even beat Hermione who was called a nerd by the students of Hogwarts, how could he convince himself?

This was a nerd, then what was he, a pure nerd?

Graves turned his head to look at his headmaster -

Hey, the headmaster was also confused.

Graves fell into thought, was this a change of direction to show that it wasn't him who had a problem, but Ilvermorny...

However, how could a normal fourth-grade student know the Shield Charm!

How could a normal 14-year-old witch know the transformation duel tactics!

And that completely unreasonable Disarming Charm!

A flash of light flashed before Graves' eyes, he almost pounded his palms and cheered - there was something wrong with Lin Mei's Hogwarts!

Nancy Booth watched her friend's expression change over the past few minutes, and finally smiled in sudden enlightenment. She couldn't help but fall into silence.

Let's comfort him when we get back later.

Look at poor Pickley, his head was dazed after losing.

The second half of the training was for several people to exchange opponents for duel practice, which was a bit boring for Loren. None of them could put too much pressure on him. He used the Iron Armor Spell to pick back the oncoming spell, and then followed up with a small instant spell, which would make the opponent frantically parry. The rhythm of the battle fell into his hands, and he had the final say on offense and defense.

After adapting, several people were able to stop a few waves of insignificant counterattacks.

Graves would pick a spell with less power and resist it, trying to hurt the enemy 1,000 and himself 800, although in normal games he would always hurt himself 800 and then not hurt the enemy;

Harry used a powerful disarming spell to defeat Loren's small spell, but the result was that he was always beaten by his own disarming spell; Ron had his own understanding of the rhythm and Loren's intentions, but he was the most relaxed one among the few.

Hermione was different. She wanted to sprinkle some dust on Loren with all her heart, even if she was hit twice, she would endure it.

After practicing with her twice, Loren suggested that Professor McGonagall let her practice with Nancy Booth, and finally she didn't go back to the dormitory to take a shower.

…

Late at night, the book of fantasy, the duel classroom.

"Alas! This suppression is too much!"

The dense spell light fell like hail, but each one was so powerful that he would lose the ability to fight after being hit. Loren was holding up an armored spell shield that barely covered his body, and he was struggling to support it.

"Duel practice, only with pressure can you make progress."

"Professor Flitwick"'s short figure was suspended in the air, his lips moved, and he casually waved his wand to cast a disarming spell that was even more unreasonable than Harry's.

"Boom... Boom..."

The spell bombarded the transparent shield of the spell, and the wand vibrated violently, causing Loren's palm to become numb and gradually lose consciousness. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer, and the wand would fly out of his hand at any time.

"Too much!"

Loren took a breath, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. His Apparition was already proficient enough to be used in battle, but he appeared at the other end of the classroom in an instant and could not get rid of the spell coverage, which gave him a chance to counterattack.

The clear yellow flame spewed out and soon turned into a huge ball in the air. The color of the flame quickly settled and glowed with a faint black. The amazing heat wave distorted the space and also melted and annihilated the endless spells.

"Liflame is not invincible." Professor Flitwick smiled faintly. He let Liflame expand for a while before landing lightly on an unlit open space and stabbing his wand downward.

"【All Curses End】"

The crystal blue light broke through the ground like a sharp sword and seeped out from the cracks. The aurora-like spell light erected rows of light walls in the air. The cold Liflame did not react at all when it hit the light wall, as if it had degenerated into an ordinary flame. Not only did it fail to ignite the ground and the air, but it was extinguished by the light wall.

More and more light radiated from the ground, emitting a dreamy crystal blue color, like a cloudless sky after a midsummer rain, magnificent and brilliant. The light wall gradually compressed the already ignited Liflame area until it was completely annihilated, leaving nothing behind.

Loren raised his eyebrows and said, "You cheated. If it was a newly started Fiendfyre, I believe you can put it out, but if it's already burning, this..."

"It can be put out." Flamel has returned to his original appearance. He chuckled, "Don't underestimate the half-goblin professor. He has the ability to do this, and even do it faster and better."

"Professor Flitwick..."

He is worthy of being a master of spells.

Loren smacked his lips.

...

"Heh..."

Loren yawned, half-closed his eyes and looked at the sky reflected on the lake. Cotton-like clouds rolled up and expanded, the breeze was blowing, the water vapor was fresh, and the chirping of unknown insects and birds came from afar. It was another weekend suitable for sleeping.

Not to mention that he was resting on Hermione's fragrant and soft thighs. It would be a shame for the little witch if he didn't take a nap.

Loren turned his head and was immediately held down by a hand. Hermione's light voice passed through the book and came into his ears.

"Sit down if you don't move around."

"..."

Loren held his neck still, but couldn't help but look up slightly to read the cover of the book: "Dueling Skills Analysis?"

"..."

"Okay, despicable Granger, while I'm going to sleep, Harry wants to learn brain occlusion, Ron wants to play chess, and you sneak away by yourself, planning to secretly learn dueling skills, and then beat us up next week, right?"

"..."

"How despicable!"

"You're the only one who talks too much."

Hermione, who was half leaning against the tree, looked a little helpless. She only used one hand to hold the book, and the free hand gently covered the man's eyes, "Either sleep well or get up and study with me."

Loren stopped talking immediately. He didn't want to study, so he rested his head on Hermione's thighs and secretly observed her beauty through the narrow gap between his fingers in front of him.

The skylight sprinkled spots through the branches and leaves, and the shade of the tree enveloped the pair of people under the tree.

The time was clear and the breeze was just right.

...

Harry walked in the dim underground corridor. The dark and closed environment would make the footsteps echo constantly, so he skillfully lightened his footsteps and slowly approached the office of the Slytherin Dean.

In the past few months, he came to Snape's place every weekend to learn brain occlumency. Although there was no progress, his scar did not hurt anymore.

Walk through the aisle in front and turn the corner to arrive.

Just as Harry approached slowly, he heard a familiar voice from the front.

"Severus, aren't you afraid?"

Karkaroff again?

He didn't know whether Snape was afraid or not, but Karkaroff's voice was full of fear.

Harry stopped and carefully poked his head out to observe the situation not far away.

Karkaroff stood at the door of Snape's office, pulled up one sleeve, and showed him something in a panic: "Look, it's becoming more and more obvious, especially last Thursday, it seems to have returned to the past... Don't you feel it, Severus?"

"Felt it." Snape glanced at him indifferently, "If you want to escape, I support you, but I won't leave."

"You!" Karkaroff seemed to be about to scold loudly, but quickly lowered his voice, "Do you think you will be good if he comes back? Don't dream, you know what kind of person he is..."

"I know." Snape's voice was calm, and his cold black eyes did not blink, "The time is up, Harry Potter is about to come to me, you'd better leave quickly."

Karkaroff's expression was very ugly. He was silent for a while, pulled off his sleeves and left without looking back.

Harry hurriedly pretended to have just walked over. When he passed by Karkaroff, he glanced at the arm calmly, but saw nothing.