Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

It was eleven o'clock in the morning on November 9th, and this was the first time Harry represented Gryffindor in a Quidditch match. His outstanding Quidditch talent brought him and Gryffindor their first victory of the year. Victory is a victory, but what happened on the field made several young wizards feel uneasy, that someone wanted to kill Harry.

Harry and Ronald were discussing what had happened during the game before dinner. As for Hermione, today is Saturday, there is no class for a day, Hermione will not miss any time she can study, she has already taken Neville to prepare for the evening study. Because of Solim's presence, Hermione and the other two were not too close.

As for Solim, hehe, do you think he's going to watch Quidditch? The little wizards in the first grade have no classes on Saturday and Sunday. These two days can be freely arranged. After the second grade, various new courses and elective courses in the third grade will fill up these two days. full.

After dinner, when Hermione brought Neville and Solim together, the first thing she said was: "Solim, you know what happened on the court today."

"If you mean Potter being jinxed, yes, I know, Draco told me about it at dinner just now, what?" Draco kept whispering in Solim's ear during dinner While talking about it, listening to him, it's a great pity that Harry didn't fall off.

"I saw Snape curse Harry with my own eyes." Hermione said, looking at Solim seriously.

"Interfering spells, whether casting them or breaking them, require chanting. Professor Snape should be chanting the counter-curse to Potter." Of course Solim knew the twists and turns.

"But we all know that between Snape and Harry..."

"Hermione, you usually look like a smart girl, why do you think Professor Snape wants to harm Potter?" From Solim's point of view, even if he didn't know the plot, he could see that there was definitely something wrong with what happened on the pitch.

"Professor Snape's extreme dislike and dislike for Gryffindor and Potter is acknowledged by everyone." Solim shook his head lightly, "But analyzing such things requires rationality and objectivity. Rather than relying on personal assumptions."

Solim decided to teach these little wizards how to deal with similar problems.

"Hermione, do you think Professor Snape is a fool?" Solim asked Hermione a question.

Hermione shook her head. Although she didn't like Snape, Hermione had always been a good girl who was down-to-earth. She knew that Snape was not only not stupid, but also a very talented wizard. Having been with Solim for so long, Hermione was arguably the student in Gryffindor who knew Snape best.

"Since he's not stupid, would he kill a student in front of almost the whole school?" Solim asked Hermione one after another, "From your description, the distracting spell was aimed at Potter's ass The broom fell, not Potter himself, well, even if he succeeded, Potter fell, and then? Did Potter just 'crack' and fall to his death?" Solim looked at Neville and Draco, "Can you believe that a student fell off a broom and died in front of so many senior students and professors?"

Solim didn't wait for them to speak, and went on and on like a machine gun.

"Potter will fall to his death unless none of the wizards present are carrying wands."

"Even without a wand, a wandless levitation spell is not difficult for Professor Flitwick, I can be sure of that."

"Potter will fall to his death, unless all the wizards present have forgotten how to use the Levitation Charm."

"Even if they all forgot how to use the Levitation Charm, no one would be killed at that height, at least not on the spot. As long as there is half a breath left, Madam Pomfrey can revive Potter."

"If you want Potter to die, there are a lot of opportunities, in the hallway, in the lounge, in the toilet, anywhere. But this person chose a stadium full of people. Do you think this person is stupid?"

"And the target of this idiot's spell is not Potter, but the broom under Potter's ass. Expecting Potter to fall off the broom and fall to his death is better than expecting Potter to fall to his death when he goes down the stairs. The chances are better."

"And this idiot is still obediently sitting on the viewing stand, staring at Potter and chanting spells, without any regard for the people around him."

"Come on, Hermione, tell me, do you still think that the person who killed Potter is Professor Snape?" Solim folded his arms and looked at the confused Hermione in front of him, it was rare to see Hermione like this.

Solim's burst of machine guns stunned Hermione, and now she is still a little bit overwhelmed. Indeed, these problems are things that Hermione hadn't thought about before. Now that I think about it, these are very glaring, very obvious problems. But Hermione didn't notice any of them at the time.

"Of course, it doesn't necessarily mean that someone is trying to harm Potter, maybe it's just to interfere with his competition. You know, some senior students in Slytherin can do this. Although this method is very stupid." Solim turned his face to look To Draco, "Draco, have you heard any gossip in the courtyard?"

"No, why don't I go back and find out?" Draco also wanted to know if any senior senior in the academy had shot Harry.

"What if not?" Hermione was a little worried, "What if someone really wanted to kill Harry?"

"If someone really wanted to kill Potter, and they chose this time period, then the person who did it didn't really want to kill Potter." Solim stared at Hermione, "but to send a message to everyone: someone in the school wants to kill Potter." Kill Potter and put the professors on alert."

"Then why didn't he just go tell the professors?" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, I think you can figure this out yourself." Solim looked at the three people in front of him, "If you really want to go farther than others on the road of magic, then you must learn to use your brains. Wizards without brains don't live long."

Solim finished talking about Potter and started checking the trio's mastery of the Disarming Charm. Among the three, Draco's mastery of the Disarming Curse is the best, and Neville is of course the worst. Although he did release it, in Solim's opinion, such a slow release speed is not as good as going up and using it. fist.

"It's too slow," Solim shook his head. "You all cast the Disarming Charm too slowly, but since you're all new to combat spells, it's understandable."

The battle rhythm between wizards is very fast, and the key to victory in many cases is the speed of spell release. The only way to increase the speed of casting spells is to practice, practice non-stop, and practice it into instinct. Other than that, there is no other shortcut. In order not to be bullied, Solim used to hold a wand when he was sleeping, practice swinging his wand when he was walking, and even practice when he was squatting in the pit.

Solim firmly believes in one thing: When the opponent is still drawing his wand, your spell has already stuck to someone's face, and it doesn't matter what spell you cast at this time. As long as you're fast enough, your opponent won't even have a chance to draw your wand. In Solim's view, a one-on-one duel between wizards is like a duel between cowboys in the American West, the point is a quick word. Because the wizard's body is too fragile, a stun spell can lay you down. Even a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore, who was hit by a powerful stun spell, would have almost fainted even if he didn't lie down on the spot. And a stunning spell is a tickle for most magical creatures. It can be said that most of the magic invented and improved by wizards is used to deal with the same kind.

"The Disarming Curse is the foundation of practical magic and the entry point. If you can't even master this magic, there is no need to waste your time with me." Solim's words are a bit heavy, but it is true. What could be expected of him with a useless wizard.

"My request to you is very simple: less than one second and silent spells. It would be great if you can cast spells without a weapon."

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All three were speechless.

"Draco, come here, use whatever magic you want on me." Solim raised his chin at Neville, "Neville, stand aside."

Draco and Solim stood facing each other, took a deep breath, and Draco raised his wand quickly...

After that, Draco couldn't use any spells - because his wand was no longer in his hand.

Solim just made a gesture of reaching out for money, and Draco's wand flew into his hand.

"No wand, no sound, within a second." Solim threw the wand to Draco, "If this is actual combat, Draco, you're already lying down."

"Want to know the consequences of losing your wand in battle?" Solim turned and slid his wizard robes down to his waist, exposing his back.

There was a large scar on Solim's left shoulder blade all the way to his waist: it was pitch black, like a piece of wood scorched by fire, and the outline of his ribs clearly emerged on this large scar. The large and small depressions looked like a battlefield that had just been baptized by artillery, densely distributed among the dark scars, and a circle that looked like melted wax separated the scars from the normal skin.

Solim fastened his robes again, turned to look at the three and sighed: "Remember my lesson, hold your wands tight."

Draco swallowed, his lips parted tremblingly: "Then... what is that?" Draco felt that he was going to have a nightmare tonight. The scars on Solim's body just now were horrors he had never seen before.

Solim looked at Neville: "Did Rubeus tell you about this?" He Rubeus was Neville's uncle who taught in Skull.

Neville looked down at Solim and nodded, without saying a word. Neville had always been afraid of his cousin Solim, mostly because of what Rubeus had said to him. Most wizards who knew what Solim had done would call him "little monster" or "little lunatic" by coincidence, and this name was spread in Skuller when Solim was ten years old.

"Then keep my lesson firmly in mind." Solim clapped his hands to attract the attention of the three. "Practice well, there are no shortcuts, no boring swings again and again, no irrigation of time and energy, do you think I can reach this level at this age?"

Hermione finally let go of her hands covering her mouth. Like Draco, she had never seen such a horrible scar. "As long as we keep practicing, can we really reach this level? Even casting spells without a battle?" Although Hermione has seen Solim's spellcasting without a battle, Hermione still thinks that using such a technique in battle is still a thing Difficult things. Hermione hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Also, if it's convenient, can you tell us..." Hermione gestured to her back, "...Is that the scar?"

"There's nothing you can't say." Solim looked calmly at the three people in front of him one by one, "You hit more with less, and the wand was confiscated. They couldn't kill me due to certain rules, so they left me an unforgettable ..." Solim turned his body sideways, "Mark."

"Can't scars be removed?" Hermione asked, "It says that Bai Xian can remove scars, St. Mungo..."

"There is no way to repair the scars caused by the Corrosive Charm," Solim interrupted Hermione. "At least not yet."

"Okay, stop discussing this, you should focus on improving yourself now, not discussing my scars."

"I've already told you everything about the Disarming Curse, and it's up to you how much you can practice. Hermione, look at Neville and don't tell him to be lazy," Solim looked at Draco again, "Draco I don't think I need to urge you, you know what to do."

Solim sat down and looked at his magic notes while paying attention to the three people who practiced the Disarming Curse with each other. There was nothing Solim could teach them about the Disarming Curse. The seriousness of spell practice is no less than that of the little wizards of Schuyler.

They are still young, they still have a lot of time, and Solim is very interested in how far they can grow under his intervention.

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