"They-" Crab said halfway, then he was hit by a coma curse, and fell on the grass with a "bang", and Draco's eyes leapt hard. It was not because Crab was hit by the curse, but because he heard the sound of footsteps in unison - very close to here.

"Hi, Malfoy."

A teasing voice said, Draco raised his head, and Harry smiled brilliantly through an iron armor spell, handing out two magic wands from behind Harry, a flash of red light, and the spell and darkness hit him at the same time.

The only dozen remaining Gryffindor students gave a deafening cheer, "We won!"

Sirius came over and recited the resurrection mantra to these six students.

"The first game ended and no one used other spells, which was great. You should know that in other grades, someone used evil spells while using them. I punished them to copy sentences. I learned from Muggle school... Slytherin was wiped out and Gryffindor won."

The Gryffindor student was still cheerful and kept shouting: "We won! We won! We defeated Slytherin!"

"...I'll say one more thing, your comrades are 'dead' half." Sirius said expressionlessly, Harry and the others stopped laughing immediately.

"The next second competition is held. This time, only the soft-legged spell is allowed, and even the iron armor spell is not good, and it cannot be defended... We use it to simulate the life-seeking spell, you should know its characteristics... it is difficult to resist, and you will die if you hit the spell."

Many Slytherin students cast hatred eyes at him, thinking they were going to bear another humiliation, and even Harry was frightened by these eyes, but Sirius didn't care at all.

"Everyone stands here, I'm going to regroup." Soon, Sirius was like a pair of sharp scissors to divide a piece of red and green fabric into two pieces. You have me in the two academies and you in me. They stood together, but they were clearly divided. Everyone's faces were only confused.

When Harry saw Malfoy's face, who had just been stunned, Ron and Hermione were separated from each other.

"The number of people is almost the same this time. What do you think?" Sirius asked.

Then, he retreated to the distance again, "Give you two minutes to think about the tactics. As soon as the time comes, you will be clear about the rules. No matter which side loses this time, you will never make excuses. Of course, you can use this time to be dazed."

Harry looked at the new group, and no one spoke for a moment. Half of the Gryffindor students and half of the Slytherin students looked at each other with strange eyes. They had waved their sticks and faced each other coldly, cheering for the other's fall, but now they were forced to stand together. Obviously, everyone was caught off guard.

I don’t know where Sirius learned this trick. He couldn’t help but complain.

"Why is it so similar to the Magic Wen Club?" Neville murmured.

Harry suddenly realized that he looked at Draco, and he was in the same mood as when he first saw him in Mrs. Mojin's robe shop. How could there be such an annoying person... Harry thought, but he still endured the discomfort and said, "According to the rules of the club?"

Draco looked at Harry with a weighing gaze, and they were both tired of each other. Just as Harry felt impatient, Draco sneered on his pale face and said, "Yes."

"Hey, Potter, be careful of the spells coming next to him." A girl next to him whispered.

"Shut up, Pansy." Draco said coldly.

Two minutes passed quickly and Sirius blew his whistle again.

"The battle has begun! What are you waiting for!" he roared and shouted, and everyone subconsciously waved their wands and recited the spell of the soft-legged spell.

Harry suddenly realized that if there was a chaotic battle just now, the field would be in chaos, and spells would fly around. Many people were minding the spells, but the next second, they would fall on the ground and the spell hit their companions.

If you can't use iron armor spells and stone walls, you can only avoid them. Many people jump up and down, and there are very few students who can pick up spells.

"Only use the soft-legged spell. The students who are in the spell will automatically leave the battlefield after they have cleared the spell." Sirius shouted at the edge of the battlefield, picking a spell away. The root of the teeth is itchy. It is hard not to suspect that it was intentional.

...

"Scatter! They all fall apart-Oh!" Harry heard Ron shouting loudly.

When there were only a dozen people left on the spot, someone shouted, "Run over!" Then the opposite side rushed over, and Harry took advantage of the chaos to hit three, but then the two groups of people got together, and everyone stared at each other, and no one dared to act rashly.

Hermione looked at Harry hesitantly. The two of them were definitely not in the same group, but - isn't it good for them to attack each other? They didn't make any trouble for too long. Sirius came over with a dark face, "What's your name?" he said to a Slytherin student.

"Bris Shabini," the student whispered.

Sirius looked at him carefully for two seconds, "A effective tactic." Brees was about to laugh, but Sirius added, "But it's quite stupid, he died the fastest on the battlefield." As he said that, he didn't look at Brees's face, he announced loudly: "The second game is over. Come here!"

The students sat in groups of three or three on the grass. Sirius sat among them, holding his chin with one hand and looking at them with his eyes slanted.

"Tsk tsk, look at your performance just now. If this is on the battlefield, you can count the surviving hand."

A Slytherin student muttered dissatisfiedly: "We didn't blame us for the first game, the number of people is not equal..." He was still indignant about the first competition.

Sirius let out a short ridicule, "Who told you that war is fair? What do you think the real battle is like? Everyone made an appointment to start together? Abide by the rules of the competition with each other, and it is a one-on-one, fair competition?"

"The thing you said has nothing to do with war."

He shook his head, supported his knees with his other hand, inadvertently bringing out a bit of elegance. His face was weathered and years of prison still left traces on him, but this experience and his own temperament were more charming. Even though he was sitting on the ground now, it still made people suspect that he had just escaped from the aristocratic banquet.

Sirius said lazily: "Sometimes you are the one with fewer people, what should you do? You can't say that there are many people on the other side, so I'll join the other side? If your family is besieged by three or five black wizards, you have to say to them: This is unfair, so you turn around and walk away?"

"The gap in numbers, gap in strength, status, succession, environment, weather, and tacit understanding with your companions... Each item will have an impact on both sides who are evenly matched, thus changing the situation of the battle. What I have to do this year is to let you experience these things as realistically as possible."

"Of course, there are a few of the assessment spells that are within my teaching scope."

"Next, you can analyze the previous two battles, shortcomings and advantages. Let's talk about it casually... Does anyone raise their hands? No? Then I will keep it as a paper, three feet..."

"Don't, professor!"

"We said it's not OK!"

In a "friendly and harmonious" atmosphere, the first black magic defense class in the fifth grade ended.
Chapter completed!