My Black Magic Is Too Good, It Can Be Automatically Whitened

After running three laps around the castle, Scamander ignored the tired and panting freshmen, and only let everyone rest for ten minutes, followed by a five-hundred-meter frog jump.

For a group of eleven-year-olds, such training was brutal.

With the exception of Hagrid, of course, his half-giant pedigree allows him to complete these drills without breaking a sweat.

Scamander stopped asking everyone to stay in formation at this time, and even allowed students from the same academy to train together.

Even so, there are still very few people who can complete the training.

Sirius Black, who was the first to finish training, glanced at Dunn, who was still a long way from the finish line, with a sense of satisfaction he had never seen before.

Finally, in a course, he won Dunn.

Before Sirius was complacent, Scamander walked over with a stern face.

Sirius immediately straightened his chest.

"Instructor, I did it!"

"Yes, you did! But look behind you!"

Sirius turned around and saw only a group of new students who were still trying their best to jump towards the finish line.

"Instructor—"

"Blake, I admit that your physical fitness is indeed excellent, but have you forgotten what you said at the beginning? Slytherin unity and honor, did you do it?"

Sirius was stunned, speechless.

"A good group is not about one person standing out, but about making sure that everyone is not left behind. Now you have two choices, either go back and accompany your mates to complete the training together, or do ten sets of squats immediately, Vent all your useless energy to me!"

Looking at Sirius, who returned to the new Slytherin side with a bitter face, and crouched down and jumped with each other, Dunn was very glad that he didn't do anything stupid.

Scamander started his first Defence Against the Dark Arts class with military training, and naturally he will use the same set in the army to discipline his students.

The rush to express yourself will only backfire.

The experience of Sirius made those freshmen who had left the academy team and wanted to finish their training quickly reacted. They began to return to the backward freshmen to train with each other.

After everyone finished training and lay on the lawn, Scamander came over.

"Remember this painful feeling right now and become familiar with it, because these will be part of your daily training program for every class from now on."

A Ravenclaw boy, lying on his back on the lawn, gasping for breath, raised his hand.

"Instructor, why are we doing these drills like a Muggle?"

"Because in the most extreme cases, wizards also need to fight like Muggles."

Scamander paused here.

"More importantly, only when you fully appreciate the pain of not being able to use magic will you be motivated enough to learn magic, become familiar with it and master it!"

"Although our class is called Defense Against the Dark Arts, what I'm going to teach you today is an offensive spell."

Moody, who was sitting on the lawn, suddenly lit up.

Nothing could make a fight more exciting for him.

It's a pity that the stun spell that Dunn taught him, he still has trouble using it to this day.

Dunn says he won't teach him any new spells until he becomes proficient with the spell.

"Moody!"

Hearing Scamander calling himself, Moody's body jumped off the lawn like a stress response.

"Come and cooperate with me to complete this demonstration!"

Moody's mouth opened wide.

Shouldn't this kind of thing be to Dunn?

He is the classroom assistant.

Unfortunately, in front of Scamander, Moody dared not have any doubts, and stepped forward.

"Take out your wand and attack me with the most powerful spell you've ever mastered."

Moody looked up at Scamander in surprise, almost thinking he had heard it wrong.

But then the expression in his eyes was replaced by excitement.

Although he respected Scamander, the unforgettable past made Moody want to beat him even more.

"Instructor, are you sure?"

"Come on, didn't you want to do this a long time ago?"

Moody pretended to be embarrassed, but his right wand snapped out.

"Passed out!"

Anticipating Moody's sneak attack, Scamander shot ahead of him.

"Except your weapons!"

Moody fell backward uncontrollably as if he had been hit in the face by a boulder, his wand flying out of his hand.

Dunn on the side thought to himself, it really was a Disarming Charm.

After the demonstration, Scamander put away his wand and stared at the surprised freshmen on the lawn.

"The disarming spell is a spell that can make the opponent's wand out of the palm of the hand, and it is also the most frequently used spell in wizard duels, although it is only a primary spell."

Ella immediately raised her hand.

"Instructor, is the power of the disarming spell related to the magic level of the caster?"

Scamander gave Ella an approving look, then added five points to Ravenclaw.

"Very smart judgment, yes, the success of the disarming spell depends on the magic level of the wizards on both sides, so never use this spell on an opponent whose magic power is higher than yours."

"Instructor!"

Angelica raised her hand.

"Is that why you asked Moody instead of Dunn to demonstrate the spell."

The freshmen around Hufflepuff looked at Angelica in surprise.

Moody's eyes widened even more.

Although he knew that he was far inferior to Dunn, was it necessary to say so directly?

Scamander didn't care, and even gave Hufflepuff five points.

"Thank you for your reminder, Miss Bashar, prudence is a virtue, and I hope everyone here will keep this in mind. As for your question just now, I really can't answer you, because I don't know my disarming spell either. Can it work against Dunn."

These words were like a storm for the freshmen present.

Scamander is an elite Auror at the Ministry of Magic, and even he's not sure he can get rid of Dunn's wand. How scary is Dunn's magic?

On top of that, Dunn was only eleven years old.

This is not the end, Scamander followed the conversation.

"But one thing I'm pretty sure about, even if my Disarming Charm gets rid of Dunn's wand, it doesn't mean I'm going to win, and that's one thing I want you to highlight!"

"Because you don't know, whether the opponent you are facing is a wizard who has mastered wandless spellcasting!"*