When Professor McGonagall stopped talking, Felix noticed that Snape's expression suddenly became weird. He tried his best to show a casual expression and said lightly: "We must take them seriously, those black magic..."

He let go of his hand and let the parchment slide off his fingertips.

"Things hidden under dangerous emotions are unpredictable and unpredictable, and are always beyond everyone's expectations... If the students of Hogwarts are unpredictable, when they need them, they will find themselves just a bunch of headless flies."

"When needed!" Moody repeated loudly, "Does it need to be faced or used? What do you think I've been doing in the past two months?"

Snape and Moody stared at each other.

After a moment of silence, Frivi interrupted uneasyly: "I think we all agree with it, that is, we will never teach students dark magic--"

Snape glanced at him.

"You're right."

"Yes," Flivi said with some encouragement, somewhat excited: "But we can't let students pretend not to see it. Black magic is a very large category of magic, and at some times, in certain scenarios, they have more advantages."

Professor McGonagall said impatiently: "You are confused by me, Philius, do you agree with Ifamoni's advice?"

Felix suddenly said: "Professor Flivie should accept Ifamoni's proposal as I thought. They had nothing but two plans. One was to test the ability of Hogwarts to prepare the Warriors before the arrival of the other three schools."

"It's not just them, but the five schools will do the same thing. Referring to the past game information, we will find that there are options to unite the weak and fight against the strong. What's more, there are five schools now, and the Warriors have also increased to three, making the situation more complex and changeable. Therefore, each school wants to know its own positioning and make more convenient for formulating strategies."

Several professors nodded, agreeing with his words.

"What about Iphamoni's second plan?"

"Of course it's a surprise practice of black magic." Felix said: "Ifamoni is not as repulsive as we do with black magic, but I want to remind you that the name of the course they teach is the black magic defense technique, not black magic!"

"This means that most of the black magic on this list, their students won't."

"You mean, Felix, we can understand which black magic Ifamoni chose through the exchange of students?" Professor McGonagall asked. Moody's fake eyes kept turning, looking like he was thinking quickly.

"Yes," Felix glanced at the parchment on his hand. "There are about fifty black magic in it, and each has its own emphasis. Except for Demstrong, students in other schools cannot master it. The best strategy is to pick out useful parts. Traditional schools like Boothbarton may even refuse to use black magic like Hogwarts."

McGonagall frowned and thought: "In the five schools, Boothbaton's attitude towards black magic is indeed similar to Hogwarts' style, and there is the possibility you said. As for the remaining three...Demstrong needs to be said, their students have at least mastered most of the black magic on the list. Ifamoni will choose to choose, and the only uncertain thing is Vargado..."

"What do you think of Vagado?"

Felix shook his head gently, "I don't know about it, some information is heard and cannot be used as a basis."

McGonagall looked up at the other professors and made a decision. "Then, I will agree with Ifamoni's request, Filius, Felix, Professor Moody," she looked at everyone: "Can we find alternative spells to replace some of the obscene magical effects here."

"Of course." Frivi said sharply, "For example, the corrosive black magic here can be replaced by softening spells, which can soften the scales of magical animals or hard stones."

"Yes." Moody said rudely.

"I'm fine," Felix said. "Also, we can change our thinking - we don't have to imitate, we can also find ways to be prepared, such as 'blood tracking'. If students have the awareness to prevent tracking, they can avoid this layer of danger in advance."

...

After the meeting, the professors dispersed.

Felix pulled Snape and visited Flivie's office. Flivie brought some biscuits and tea. Several professors analyzed the black magic on the list after eating and drinking.

Among the three, Frieve is a master of spells and is knowledgeable. The spells he masters are not limited to black magic and other categories, while Snape is simply fond of them. This tendency is vaguely expressed from his previous speech at the meeting.

As for Felix, he also spent time specializing in black magic, but the number was completely inferior to the other two.

In fact, his strategy is very similar to Ifamoni - he only chooses the right ones.

The Scarlet Mantra is a standard powerful black magic, but it is one of the spells he is best at. Its power has reached a certain limit. Except for the Iron Armor Mantra that has hope to exceed this level, the others are at most similar to the Scarlet Mantra.

The next weekend, Hogwarts’ preparation warriors gathered on a clearing ground between Quidditch Stadium and Forbidden Forest, a temporary driving range. Students from both schools will be here to practice magic.

But this has little to do with Harry and the others.

Professor McGonagall forbids them from participating, and she just gathered more than a dozen candidates from grades 6 and 7, and ignored them.

"Why not call us!" Ron complained.

"Because we are not considered preparatory warriors at all, and apart from the little knowledge taught by Professor Moody, we have no experience in dealing with black magic." Hermione shouted, also reminding the surrounding group of students who were ready to move.

"Who said that," Ron muttered, "just find Professor Hayp's memory in Classroom 7 and choose the black market, and you will see the room full of black wizards-and every time ends in chaos."

Harry and Ron are not the only ones who are unwilling to accept their wishes.

Neville, Weasley twins, Susan Bones, and Eddie Emilche were all here. They hid in the shade of the trees, because they were not old enough to watch the seniors and Ifamoni's preparation warriors, and the professors were guided.

"You look like abandoned little dovetail dogs." A long voice appeared behind them.

Harry felt sick and turned his head and glared at Draco Malfoy. He saw that he was surrounded by two followers, Crabble and Goll. However, there were two other people with Malfoy, who were the Greengrass sisters.

To some extent, Astoria, as her sister, is more famous, especially when her hobby is to ride a snake mount for a walk by the black lake.

Harry had never spoken to her, but Hermione had said that magically, she barely counted as a friend of Daphne Greengrass, or an opponent? Anyway, Harry couldn't figure it out, and the two quarreled when they met, but they didn't really fight.

Hermione's view of Astoria was that a young girl who was spoiled by her family was very childish in her heart. The only thing that could be called an advantage is that she had no prejudice against wizards from Muggle origin.

"Granger, I want to duel with you on behalf of my sister!" Astoria pointed at Hermione and shouted.

But her arrogance was immediately suppressed by Daphne's head.

"What are you doing, Malfoy?" Harry said with a stern face.

"Don't say me like you guys," Draco mocked, "if I want to see it, I will go and see it openly, instead of hiding here like a group of wronged babies..."

He stopped talking, as everyone's eyes were filled with anger, and several had already pulled out their wands and looked at him maliciously.

"Let's go," said Draco Malfoy, "Go and say hello to my Ifamoni friend!" He took the Slytherin's students toward the clearing.

"I have a good relationship with Victor. The Grevis family has a very good position in the magic circle of the United States..." His smug voice drifted from afar, drilling into their ears, making people itchy.

The rest looked at each other, and Fred suddenly said, "We know the people of Iphamoni, too."

"That's right." Harry immediately agreed.

"Then..." Ron looked at everyone anxiously.

"Go and see?" Fred said tentatively.

"Good idea." George answered without hesitation.
Chapter completed!