Hogwarts Homecoming

Ever since Professor Brayne went deep into Slytherin's secret room and captured the basilisk that survived for thousands of years in the secret room without any injuries, the little wizard knew that Professor Brayne was a powerful wizard. One thing after another, until Professor Brian wiped out Greyback and his deployment some time ago, Professor Brian's strength has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

However, after all, there are not many young wizards who have witnessed Professor Brian's hands-on actions. They lack intuitive cognition, but now, the scene that happened in front of them made them realize how one-sided their understanding of the word 'powerful' is. .

Harry remembered that when he was at the Dursleys' house, Uncle Vernon was watching a Muggle sprint race on TV in the living room. The explosive speed of the tall and burly athlete at the moment of the gunshot made him amazed.

But compared to Professor Brian in front of him, Harry felt that the white athlete was as slow as a wriggling Flobber caterpillar!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Professor Bryan, who was dressed in strong clothes, appeared nearly forty feet away. His speed was incomprehensibly fast, and he didn't look like a human being at all.

But then, like a torrential rain of dung, half of the more than 100 armors threw dung at the running Professor Brian under the three walls of the classroom!

These big dung eggs are not thrown out slowly, they fly in a straight line in the air, and the speed is so fast that even Harry, who is a talented Seeker, can't clearly catch the attack from all directions. The precise location of the big dung egg.

"Oh, no!"

Hermione covered her mouth and screamed subconsciously. In her eyes, a large group of gray shadows at high speed had already surrounded Professor Brain. This is no joke. There is no magic defense, even if Professor Brain It may not be able to bear such a large number and momentum of big dung eggs, but-what happened next advanced everyone's cognition.

A ray of sharp light flashed across the lavender eyes, and time seemed to be delayed at this moment, and Amosta raised his perception and dynamic vision to the maximum.

Lean over, twist your waist, slide the shovel, and fly!

Amosta is like an excellent stuntman, using those incredible moves time and time again to avoid those big dung eggs that strike like a curse light.

Bang, bang, bang!

The smell of dozens of large dung eggs exploding in the classroom is simply deadly, but at this moment, the little wizard's concentration is so intense that he is completely unaware of the stench that can make people faint.

After avoiding the first batch of big dung eggs, Professor Brian suddenly changed his strategy. Instead of going straight, he ran along a 'C'-shaped arc, and this strategy was undoubtedly successful. Those who couldn't react in time Most of the dung eggs thrown by the armor in the second round fell through the air, and then, Professor Brian's movements became even more erratic.

He used some evasive actions to induce the armors to throw the dung eggs in the wrong direction, and at the same time, he could also accurately avoid the dung eggs that could hit him. The danger coming from the direction can always be avoided at the nick of time.

Before those big dung eggs exploded under his feet had time to splash the stinky juice on him, he had already left the explosion range like the wind.

Cross it!

When Professor Bryan leaped into the air, and the moment his palm lightly touched the opposite wall, all the armors retracted their left foot in unison, and instantly returned to an upright posture.

There were many small hurricanes in the classroom at the same time. These winds sent all the smelly air in the classroom outside through the windows, and the stinky juice on the floor automatically seeped into the floor tiles. In the blink of an eye, the classroom was clean and tidy again.

call--

Amosta wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting slightly.

Back then, he really put in a lot of hard work to practice the skills of dodging spells in the melee, but in recent years, the wizards he fought with have been far behind him in strength, and he is also used to clearing the field with map guns, so, These excellent skills are a bit rusty.

Until Amosta walked back to the side of the classroom, these little wizards were still in a state of group petrification.

"What's the matter?"

Looking at the dumbfounded little wizard, Amosta raised his eyebrows and smiled,

"Is my performance not good enough, or is it that I was fainted by the smell of big dung eggs?"

"You seriously think!"

Susan Bones, with a long braid behind her head, trembled slightly,

"Think we can do it"

"Like you did just now?!"

Parvati Patil adds on what Susan Bones said. For these girls, the turd is especially lethal.

"Well, of course—"

Professor Blaine said confidently,

"Of course, you will inevitably suffer some hardships at the beginning, but I didn't expect you to pass the intensity of training just now. At the beginning, I will reduce the intensity of the attack, and it will only be one-third of the intensity. Once you get used to it, slowly increase the speed—”

"We'll never be able to adapt."

Parvati Patil's convincing words caused many young wizards to nod their heads, but it was too late to give up now. Professor Brain told them clearly at the beginning of this class that the channel to give up was closed, except Insist on having no choice.

"Who wants to try first?"

Professor Brian crossed his arms, and began to bully them with oppressive eyes again, but even Hermione, who was full of expressiveness in class, lowered her head this time, not daring to look directly into Professor Brian's gaze.

This was an expected situation, and Amosta was not surprised. After thinking for a while, he had an idea in his mind.

"Potter, Malfoy, Diggory, Qiu Zhang, the four of you come out first to give everyone a demonstration."

Not surprisingly, the four little wizards who were named showed bitter expressions at the same time, looking like they were in imminent disaster, especially Qiu Zhang, she was at a loss, while the rest of the little wizards all exhaled in unison, thanking themselves for hiding. Passed a catastrophe.

The four little wizards named are from Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and they are all Seekers of their respective college Quidditch teams.

The importance of a ball seeker to the team is self-evident. This position requires a high level of talent for the player. Specifically, it requires strong observation skills, responsiveness, ability to change and courage. And the qualities that the current trial requires the little wizard to have are precisely these four.

The little wizards of the four academies had never shown such a tacit understanding. Those little wizards who hadn't been named shrank back to the wall one by one, exposing the four who were dawdling.

"how?"

Seeing the shyness of the Seekers from the four colleges, Professor Brian frowned, and said unhappily,

"Do you want me to give each of you a broomstick?"

If this is the case, that would be great—Harry resented in his heart, if Sirius gave him the Firebolt by his side, Harry promised that he could complete this test, and the absolute score would definitely far surpass Mal blessing.

No matter what, the four of them couldn't resist Professor Brian's will. Even if they were reluctant, at this point, they could only bite the bullet.

Perhaps because of this awareness, Harry didn't worry too much. Anyway, no one who appeared in this classroom tonight could escape, and the difference was nothing more than suffering more or less.

"Dare you try it out, Potter!"

The four of them stood a few steps apart in front of the red line that Professor Brian had just drawn. Except for Qiu Zhang, who looked pitiful with tears in his eyes, the rest of the little wizards were adjusting their mentality.

Harry slowed down his breathing. He was going to take two more steps before the first wave of dung eggs hit. Even if he fell down in the end, he would at least be closer to the finish line than Malfoy. Just as he thought so, Malfoy The annoying voice sounded at the right time, and Harry immediately turned his head to look at Malfoy, who was looking at him provocatively with his pointed chin,

"Compare who goes further!"

"Mind yourself, Draco—"

Professor Brian's calm and majestic words silenced Harry, who was about to retort, but the two of them still stared at each other unconvincingly.

"Don't worry, Cho--"

Cedric smiled at Qiu Zhang, "Follow me later."

"These words are for you too, Cedric," Amosta said sullenly, "mind yourself."