Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

The dim light sprinkled on the ancient stone road.

It reflected the long black robe of Professor Snape.

Deveraux followed closely behind.

His heart was filled with both nervousness and anticipation.

They walked through the winding corridor.

There were portraits hanging on the walls on both sides.

The characters in the paintings were chattering.

It was probably time for them to visit each other.

They all seemed to be observing the master and apprentice quietly.

Occasionally.

They would meet the knights transformed from stone pillars.

Deveraux looked at them with satisfaction.

These stone guardians looked exactly like humans.

They had soft-looking skin and hair.

They also gave people a very reliable feeling.

They had a firm gaze and steady steps.

They remained highly alert even in the quiet night.

Whenever these knights passed by Deveraux.

He always wanted to go up and say hello or ask a few questions.

But Professor Snape was like a gust of cold wind.

He walked straight past.

He had no intention of stopping.

He had no intention of discussing with Deveraux the reasons for the appearance of these knights.

Deveraux was looking forward to Snape asking this question.

He didn't mind seeing Snape's shocked expression again.

Of course Snape wouldn't do that.

Finally.

They came to a spacious hall.

Pushing the door open.

A cool breath rushed towards them.

In sharp contrast to the cold outside.

The spatial layout of this classroom is very similar to the place where Deveraux took the spell test when he first entered Hogwarts.

It's just that the decoration here is closer to actual combat.

There are all kinds of protective gear and long knives, spears, short swords and other things that don't look like what wizards would use.

The walls are covered with robes and blankets painted with runes.

There was a special magical atmosphere in the air.

It made Deveraux feel that his body was gradually recovering.

He even had the illusion of returning to his best field.

"This was where the older generation of wizards practiced their skills to fight against dark wizards."

Snape's voice was deep and powerful.

"Now, it will be a place for you to improve yourself."

Deveraux looked around.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He felt his heart beating very fast!

He felt like he could finally show off his skills.

Of course, this was partly due to the surge brought about by the gradual recovery of magic power.

This place seemed to have some ritual magic added.

So the recovery speed of magic power was much faster than outside.

And his previous practice of Zen meditation only restored his magic power to about half of the peak.

That is to say, he was still in a state of not being full of blue.

So his pleasure of magic power recovery was even stronger.

But he knew.

The most important thing is that Professor Flitwick's [Duelist] entry was copied and loaded before.

Those rich dueling experiences and skills are like a clear spring.

Injected into his heart and mind.

It has become a part of him.

At this moment.

The wand in his hand seemed to become heavier.

But he held it tighter.

His fingers trembled slightly - that was excitement, not fear.

Professor Snape stood in the middle of the classroom.

With his back to the rows of neatly arranged props.

Turning to face Deveraux.

"Today, you will learn not only a skill, but also an art - the art of magic dueling. Before that, well, although I don't think it's useful, I must tell you the basic rules and etiquette of resolving duels, because I heard that you didn't go to class today."

His voice was like the cold wind in winter.

He said with a little disdain for the rules of dueling.

"First, both parties in a duel should respect each other. Regardless of the outcome, maintaining elegance and dignity is an essential quality for every wizard. Before the duel begins, both parties should bow to each other to show respect."

His voice rose slightly.

"Furthermore, once the duel begins, it cannot be stopped without authorization unless one party admits defeat or cannot continue fighting. But at the same time, if you feel you can't continue, you can declare surrender at any time to avoid unnecessary harm."

Professor Snape's eyes became more playful.

"Finally, I need to emphasize that duels are activities set up to improve oneself and test skills, not for revenge or malicious harm to others. Therefore, what you show in a duel is not only your skills, but also your character as a wizard."

Deveraux's mouth twitched when he heard it.

He felt that Snape was about to laugh when he read out these rules.

These things really don't seem like Snape.I will abide by it.

Snape looks like the kind of guy who would take revenge in a duel.

Deveraux had a feeling.

The special training tonight is definitely different from the style of the above rules.

"Okay, I've finished talking about the rules for clowns who only participate in competitions."

Snape said.

"These rules are meaningless in a real battle. Your enemy will not care whether you bow or not, but only whether you can survive to the end."

After saying this, Snape stepped aside and raised his wand to point directly at Deveraux.

"Stand opposite me."

Deveraux was a little confused.

He quickly ran to the opposite side of Snape.

He pulled out his wand.

"Professor, uh... are we going to start now?"

After all, he was going to face Snape, who had knocked out Flitwick in the original book and had a back-and-forth with Professor McGonagall.

He was still a little scared.

Snape smiled coldly when he heard it.

"What? Aren't you a genius in magic?"

Deverot wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this.

But he held back.

He didn't reply to Snape's words.

He raised his wand in imitation of the other party's posture.

"Bow first."

Snape ordered.

Deverot did as he was told.

He bent down.

But at this time.

"Expelliarmus!"

Deverot looked up suddenly.

A red light shot towards him at high speed!

He couldn't dodge it at all!

Bang!

He was knocked out directly.

He knocked over the table with protective gear stacked behind him.

"Snape! I'm a *****, ***** (C language), I don't follow martial ethics! You damn guy!"

The moment Deverot was hit, he cursed all of Snape's ancestors.

It turned out that he had been laying the groundwork for so long.

Waiting here to trick him!

Deveraux raised his head with difficulty.

He looked at Snape.

He only saw a smirk on his face.

"My dear apprentice, didn't I say so?"

He waved his wand.

Deveraux's wand appeared in his hand.

Snape looked at Deveraux's wand.

"Rules are meaningless in a real battle. Your enemy will not care whether you bow or not, but only whether you can survive to the end."

After saying that.

He threw it with his hand.

The wand was thrown to Deveraux and fell into Deveraux's arms.

"I hope you can remember this lesson tonight."

Snape put the wand back into his waist with satisfaction.

He patted the non-existent dust on his body.

Then he walked towards the door.

"Tomorrow at the same time, I don't want you to be late again."

Snape opened the door and was about to walk out.

"Hey! Snape, where are you going? Are you running away?"

After hearing this.

Snape turned back with interest.

Only to see that Devereux had returned to the center of the classroom.

His body was covered with dust.

The wand was tightly clenched in his hand.

Pointing directly at himself.

There was a burning rage in his eyes.

Seeing this, Snape grinned coldly.

He drew the wand from his waist again.

"Haha, I'm really disappointed that you didn't attack me from behind."