Chapter 204 Guiding War
The little wizards watched each other, but none volunteered to come on stage.
Below are the noisy whispers.
This is an opportunity to fight with the professor openly. The question is, who should I choose?
Felix smiled, "Who wants to try it? The opportunity is rare."
Harry felt itchy and his lips were dry. He had received special training from Professor Happ during the summer vacation, so he naturally knew that there was a huge gap between the two.
But he could never see how much difference was.
Moreover, just now, he suddenly had an idea. Can he get the information he wanted through one-on-one guidance?
During the hesitation, 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 good, Weasley, which professor did you choose?" Felix looked at him encouragingly.
"Professor Flitvie." Percy said without hesitation.
He had thought about it before coming up. Among the three professors, Snape was recognized as unfriendly to Gryffindor. Although he was not in danger of life, he was inevitably ugly and ruled out;
Professor Hayp didn't take much action, but the disarming spell last year was so impressive. Percy was worried that Professor Hayp would greet him with this level of spell, so he also ruled it out;
Thinking of this, Professor Flivi was almost the most suitable choice. He was cheerful and gentle, and his requirements for the little wizard were not strict, and he rarely deducted points.
The several times of guidance and teaching in duel class last school year also seemed to be at ease and did not leave students covered in dirt.
"I choose Professor Flitvie," Percy repeated.
Soon, Frieve stood face to face and Frieve reminded him: "Don't forget what I've said before." He spent more than an hour telling his fighting style in detail.
Percy nodded, the two raised their wands to salute, and then officially began duel.
Percy took the lead and a disarming curse broke out, but Flivi just turned his head and avoided it, staring at the opponent's hand.
Almost at the same time, a bright spell attacked Percy. Fortunately, he had a preview before he went on stage. After casting the disarm curse, he jumped aside without thinking and recited the spell of the iron armor curse.
"Armor protection!"
As soon as the iron armor spell was formed, it faced Flivi's spell.
"Good response, Percy." Flivie praised. He consciously controlled his attack rhythm. After almost three minutes, he simply defeated Percy with the imprisonment curse.
Flivi commented: "Your spell is quite skilled and has your own set of logic, but you can see that you don't have much practical experience and your on-the-spot reaction is a bit hasty."
Percy broke free from the ropes on his body, sorted out the wrinkles on his robe, and said quite formally: "Thank you, Professor Frieve, I will pay attention to it in the future."
He bowed and walked down the gilded ring, and the little wizards of Gryffindor cheered excitedly.
"We are the first one!"
"Percy, how do you feel when facing the professor? Are you under great pressure?" someone asked him.
"It's true that there's some pressure, but you don't have time to think about it, you have to concentrate."
With the first person to eat crabs, the little wizards became enthusiastic and their timid mood went away. Soon the second student stood on the gilded stage.
Still a Gryffindor, Oliver Wood, who is tall and captain of the Quidditch team of Gryffindor Academy.
He scratched his head with some embarrassment, "I, I will choose Professor Heip."
Felix saluted him and Wood whispered: "Professor, show mercy, I'm most afraid of you."
"Then you still choose me?"
"Hehe, I'm going to graduate anyway, so I'm very proud of it when I talk about it." Wood said silly.
It's very good to have face...
At the beginning of the duel, Wood was still shouting: "Besides you-"
A red light wiped his hair and swept it across, directly extinguishing the words behind him. The power of the spell made his hair stand up one by one.
He looked at Professor Happ in horror. If he was hit, he wouldn't have broken into two parts from his body, right? He looked at the professor, and the other party was signaling him to continue with a smile on his face.
"I……"
Soon, the students witnessed a complete suppression. In the first few minutes, Wood was interrupted by various silent castings without even letting out a complete spell.
The duel did not start to become normal until Wood closed his eyes and recited a disarm curse without hesitation.
Professor Happ no longer stopped Wood from chanting the mantra. The two of them kept shooting spells of various colors.
Professor Haypu adopted the duel strategy is the defense/dodge-counterattack he introduced in his previous duel class. Each move can find the theoretical basis.
Combined with Flivi's previous words, they had more insights, and even the freshmen could feel something intuitively.
Seven or eight minutes later, Wood admitted defeat in sweat, and Felix commented as usual: "Wood, you are not skilled enough with the silent spell, and your intention to duel is too obvious; and, you do not have a fixed routine.
In the performance just now, you cast twelve spells, including duel spells such as disarming spells, iron armor curse, and small evil spells such as tripping spells and itchy spells. Among them, disarming spells three times, iron armor curse two times, tripping spells twice, and itchy spells once...
It’s not that you can’t use a small evil curse, but you have to choose a spell carefully. Like a tripping curse, it cannot directly subdue your opponent, which means you’re wasting an excellent chance to get out of your phone and hit.
In addition, your spell is not particularly powerful, which means you don’t have the main spell…”
Wood was humbly taught and wiped the sweat stains on his face.
Next, the Gryffindor students wanted to go to the stage, but the other three academies stopped working. One Slytherin student stood up directly, the seventh-grade chief, Jeffrey.
"Professor Snape, please give me some advice," he said respectfully.
Snape lowered his hand, which was on his chest, pulled out his wand from his black robe, flew over his clothes, and walked to the center.
Facing Slytherin's students, Snape obviously let the water go, otherwise according to his temper, he would directly knock the opponent over with a spell. But this time, he rarely attacked, but instead acted in a defensive posture.
Jeffrey's first spell hit the ground three feet away from Snape. Snape said with a cold face: "Are you worried about hurting me by chance, Jeffrey? Attack with all the spells you can think of, duel is a serious matter!"
Next, Jeffrey began to attack from different angles, with spells of various colors shooting towards the opposite side, and the little wizards saw a stunning defensive teaching.
Snape rarely uses protective spells such as armor spells. He has extremely good eyesight and always easily lifts the incoming spells one by one. Facing a ball of black mist that is suspected to be black magic, his wands are on it, turning them into large white mist.
Snape walked out of the mist, his hazy face became clear. He approached Jeffrey step by step, picked up the oncoming spell with a magic wand, and bounced it to the side.
Soon Geoffrey was forced to the edge of the stage and had to bow his head and admit defeat.
"It's so wonderful! Did you see it?" The Slytherin students gave warm applause.
Harry couldn't contain his desire and rushed to the ring.
Snape looked at Harry, showing a sarcastic expression, lowering his voice so that only each other could hear his words: "Finally can't help it? Like your father, maybe this will make you feel special, you know, the savior feeling..."
"I didn't think I was special, it was all about me!" Harry said, "just like Sirius Black, who escaped from Azkaban, I knew nothing about him before."
"Don't mention that disgusting name," Snape said coldly.
Ha said in a positive tone: "I saw the records of your student days. You don't like each other, but there must be deeper reasons..."
Chapter completed!