A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Roger, how much do you know about swordsmanship?" Muggle Alex asked the young child in front of him seriously, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

This swordsman from Northern Europe has numerous honors. Andrew defeated all his efforts before he successfully invited him to teach Rogge swordsmanship.

"I don't know anything about swordsmanship." Rogge answered frankly.

He took out the Sword of Gryffindor, "I've always used it with brute force."

Alex's eyes lit up when he looked at the gorgeous antique sword that Roger took out. However, he was curious whether such an exquisite and luxurious sword could withstand the test of sword clash.

"Okay, let me first introduce you to the five mainstream swordsmanship in Europe." Alex had already expected that very few people in this era still learn traditional swordsmanship.

"The first is Spanish swordsmanship, also known as Pedro swordsmanship." Alex drew out the rapier he carried, demonstrating the elegance and flexibility of Spanish swordsmanship, and demonstrated it with a very charming movement.

"There are usually three types of attacks in this kind of swordsmanship. The first is stabbing." Alex suddenly took action, and the rapier rushed forward in a perfect straight line, instantly stabbing the left chest of the human target.

"Next is the slash, a horizontal slash, usually used to weaken the opponent's defense." Alex finished the introduction, and then motioned for Rogge to hold his sword in front of him.

"Hold on to the hilt," Alex reminded.

Then, he moved quickly to approach Rogge, and the rapier turned into a cold shadow, sweeping toward Rogge in a sweeping motion.

clang!

Rogge only felt that his sword was hit by a big iron rod, and the Gryffindor sword almost fell out.

Alex looked at Roger in surprise. From the collision just now, he realized that this child's strength was far beyond that of ordinary people. So he stopped teaching and started thinking seriously.

"Mr. Alex?"

Alex came to his senses and looked at Roger intently.

"Have you ever tested your powers?" Alex asked, his eyes serious.

"No, but most people can't compare to me." Rogge strengthened his body through magic potions, and his strength could even rival Hagrid's.

"Come on, let's try arm wrestling." Alex put his hand on the table. Seeing Rogge's hesitation, he comforted him: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Rogge thought to himself, I am afraid that you will get hurt. Their hands were clasped together, looking like a contest between a giant and a baby.

Andrew looked at Alex's thick arms and wiped his sweat nervously. He prayed that this guy would slow down, not use too much force, and not to hurt Rogge.

"I'm going to work harder."

Alex is a very nice guy, so I gave you a warning before using my strength. He slowly used his third force, but Rogge's hand didn't move.

Alex's face showed a hint of surprise, then turned into a look of satisfaction, and he increased the intensity again. However, Rogge's hand was still as steady as a mountain, without wavering at all.

He nodded with satisfaction. There are always some talented people in the world who are born to learn swordsmanship. Such physical conditions would have been enough to become the most outstanding swordsman in Europe in the Middle Ages.

Unfortunately, times have changed, and today is the age of guns and fire. Swordsmanship is more of an ancient hobby.

"Okay, I probably know what swordsmanship you should learn." Alex let go and took out a long sword from his luggage.

"In addition to the Spanish swordsmanship that I just introduced, there are four mainstream swordsmanships of Italy, France, Germany, and the United Kingdom." He continued.

"Based on your current strength and possible future development, I think German swordsmanship is most suitable for your physical condition. This kind of swordsmanship emphasizes strength and effectiveness, and has very rich swordsmanship skills."

"The most famous one is long sword swordsmanship. I need to use a two-handed long sword. Can I see the sword in your hand?"

Rogge nodded and handed over the Sword of Gryffindor, not forgetting to remind: "Be careful, the sword is sharpened."

Alex took it and looked at the sword carefully: "It is very light and can only be regarded as a short sword in terms of length. There is a kind of swordsmanship that specifically uses short swords, called Duquette swordsmanship."

"We can learn from the short sword first, and then slowly learn the two-handed long sword after mastering the basic skills."

"You mean I'm not suitable for using a dagger?" Rogge asked curiously.

"You are only a teenager now. Your physical strength will be stronger when you become an adult. A short sword is not enough to use your physical talents."

"No, it's not that you are not suitable for using a short sword. It's that a short sword or a one-handed sword is not suitable for you."

"Why?"

Alex pulled a piece of grass from the yard and explained: "Ordinary daggers are lighter and suitable for general learners. But for you, a lightweight sword may not be able to carry your powerful strength, which will limit you of play.

This is not about the sword itself, but the feeling of using the sword. "

"Feeling?" Rogge frowned after hearing this, not quite understanding what Alex meant by "carrying power."

Alex explained: "A sword that is in your hand makes you not feel its existence, as if it is a part of your body."

He said, holding the grass and scratching it in the air: "For example, this grass is too light for me, I can hardly feel its existence. But it also means that I can't exert my full strength. This It just can’t be carried.”

After hearing this, Rogge couldn't help but look down at the Sword of Gryffindor. This is a standard one-handed sword. For it, I would have given away all the Deathly Hallows.

If Harry or Neville used it, there would be no such trouble at all. Because their strength is just right, the Sword of Gryffindor will become their most convenient tool.

But if he used it himself, he had to consider Alex's reminder that this sword was too light.

"Two-handed sword..." Rogge muttered, and couldn't help but start to consider whether to recast the Gryffindor sword.

But he couldn't resist the properties of this sword, which could absorb all strengthening power. No matter where it is placed, it is an artifact with a promising future.

Rogge then thought that since he was a wizard, he could use magic to weight the sword.

Of course, the best-case scenario is that it can still retain these unique characteristics after recasting. He had long disliked the Gryffindor signature on it, as well as the ruby ​​on the hilt.

He doesn't like this complicated design and prefers simple shapes.

Alex naturally didn't know Rogge's identity as a wizard, nor did he know that he had thought about so many things in the blink of an eye. According to his teaching plan, Rogge started a new round of learning.

"Posture and footwork are the core of Duquet's swordsmanship." Alex held a wooden stick and walked around Rogge.

"You have to relearn how to stand, move and balance your body. Your legs should be slightly bent and your toes should always point towards your opponent."

He used the wooden stick to correct Roger's movements and help him hold the sword in the correct position: over his head and in front of his body.

"When attacking, one foot should be stepped out first, and then the other foot should follow. Speed ​​up! Faster! Faster!" Alex's wooden stick was like a machine gun, quickly hitting Roger's feet, forcing him to He keeps moving forward.

"Very good, let's continue!"

During the last days of the summer vacation, Rogge devoted himself to learning the swordsmanship of Duquette almost every day. In Alex's words, it takes countless exercises to internalize external skills into abilities.

They stood at both ends of the practice field, sword tips pointing to the earth, and nodded to each other.

Alex is armed with an elaborate rapier, while Rogue is armed with a simple short sword. Their steps were firm, their postures were straight, and their eyes were focused.

Alex put a hand on his waist, looking elegant and confident: "Are you ready, Roger?"

Rogge nodded, indicating that it was time to start. With a sound cutting through the air, the battle officially began.

Alex moved quickly like a flowing cloud, sometimes retreating lightly, sometimes attacking quickly.

His movements are full of the characteristics of French swordsmanship, like a graceful dance. He blocked Rogge's swing, and the strong vibration made his palms numb.

But as a teacher, Alex couldn't show any signs of decline. He retreated quickly, deftly avoiding Rogge's pursuit.

After this period of getting along, Alex personally felt the powerful power of Rogge. It cannot be said that he is gifted, it can only be said that he was born a freak. After every duel, his whole arm was shaking.

Roger followed his lead, trying to predict Alex's next move.

The skills and footwork he learned in Duquette's swordplay came into play, allowing him to approach his opponent in the fastest, most direct way possible.

Their swords clashed together, making a crisp metallic sound. Alex's face tightened, and he felt secretly bitter. He quickly used his skills to cut open Rogge's dagger and launch a swift thrust.

Rogge hurriedly retreated to deal with the heavy rain of pear blossom-like attacks. Although he was a little embarrassed at first, with his strong physical fitness and reflexes, he fended off Alex's attacks one by one.

In contrast, Alex remains classy. His other hand always remained on his waist, his movements smooth and steady. Even if the wrist is sore, the stability of the movement is still maintained.

So far, he still controls the rhythm of the battle, forcing the young students to follow his footsteps.

Roger tried to observe Alex's movements, trying to find opportunities to counterattack. He quickly deflected Alex's attack while waiting. However, Alex's sword skills left him feeling powerless.

This is a feeling of being unable to use your strength. From your fingertips to your steps, you really feel frustrated. It's like being wrapped in sheets, unable to stretch or struggle.

The duel lasted for some time, sweat soaking through their clothes. Alex still maintained the frequency of drawing swords at high speed, and his muscles all over were sore.

"Progressed too fast!" Alex felt bitter in his heart. A few days ago, Rogge could only defend for half a minute, but now it has been one minute.

What worries him even more is that Rogge seems to have better physical strength than him. If you are defeated by your own students, how can you be a teacher in the future?

At this moment, a sudden sound broke the situation.

"Master, it's bad, the old wizard is going to the breeding center!" The invisible Bubble suddenly shouted in Rogge's ear.

Rogge was stunned, and Alex immediately seized the opportunity. He skillfully opened up Rogge's defense, and the rapier stopped just an inch before Rogge's throat.

Alex smiled and said: "Very good, Rogge. You are progressing quite quickly! You have mastered the Duct swordsmanship, and the rest requires time and perseverance to continuously polish it.

Remember to stay focused when fighting. "

"Yes, teacher." Rogge took back his dagger and thanked Alex.

"Teacher, I have something to do..."

"Ah, you go ahead and do your work first." Alex nodded slowly and watched Roger leave the room.

"Bah..." He quickly covered his wrist, his whole arm aching.