The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall and Principal Fontana arrived on time. Perhaps they had already exchanged greetings when they met outside the classroom, so this duel practice was very simple. They just greeted each other and started directly.

Currently, Hermione and Graves were practicing duels in the middle of the abandoned classroom. Objectively speaking, Graves was two years older than Hermione, had stronger magic power, knew more spells, and had more duel experience, but judging from the situation of the two people's fight, the situation of the two people was completely reversed.

Before the two people officially started fighting, the onlookers discussed their strengths and weaknesses.

The three boys led by Loren believed that Hermione would win, but Boot claimed that Pickley's last defeat was just an accident. After a week of training, he was no longer the same person...

Professor McGonagall and Principal Fontana stood by, listening to their discussion with a gentle smile, but their eyes were a little complicated.

Graves was concentrating on guarding the girl opposite him. He had already inquired before the duel began. This little witch who ranked first in the grade was called Miss Know-It-All. She always ranked first in theoretical exams, but some people called her a nerd behind her back. Based on this, it can be inferred that her dueling ability should be average.

Graves felt embarrassed when he thought about the two defeats he suffered last week, and the one he suffered was an underage wizard three years younger than him. However, as Nancy said, Loren and Harry cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes. He had the intention of looking down on others when fighting, and he deserved to be defeated.

Today, he must wash away the shame and rebuild the reputation of Ilvermorny!

Graves controlled his breathing, closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again, his eyes burning: "[Retreat the enemy three feet]"

Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly, watching the steady and powerful repulsion spell flying straight towards her. She calmly raised her wand and summoned the tables and chairs at the edge of the classroom to block the way for the spell to fly.

In fact, the most perfect state should be to apply Transfiguration to the tables and chairs, but she is not so flexible and the casting speed is not fast enough.

The onlookers only saw a flash of green light, and in the blink of an eye, it hit the flying tables and chairs. The wooden tables and chairs, which were originally hollowed out by insects and aged inside, broke into pieces at the moment of collision, and shattered into a large number of wood blocks and sawdust in the air.

The wood blocks fell to the floor with a slight sound, and then the sawdust floated down.

Principal Fontana was stunned when he saw this scene, and his originally focused eyes slowly relaxed, and he sighed softly: "Professor McGonagall, you have a good student..."

"Thank you for your praise, Principal Fontana." Professor McGonagall smiled.

Principal Fontana looked at Pickley who was fully alert to his opponent and completely ignored the wood blocks on the ground. He knew in his heart that the battle situation was now very clear. The little witch named Hermione Granger was able to use Transfiguration in the duel at a young age, and even deliberately created a favorable environment. On the other hand, Pickley on the opposite side probably only reacted when he was beaten.

The battle should be over when he reacts.

Headmaster Fontana was somewhat inexplicably moved. Is the education at Hogwarts really better, and has Ilvermorny fallen behind in this regard?

A voice of a person floated faintly in his ears. Professor Tom Gaunt might be right...

"【Flocks of Flying Birds】"

The many wooden blocks on the floor suddenly turned into hummingbirds with sharp beaks, flapping their wings and quickly surrounding Graves. Graves noticed the fierce light in the small eyes of these hummingbirds, and in the cold weather of late spring, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

There were too many of them, and they surrounded him in all directions. If he attacked in one direction, hummingbirds in other directions would rush up...

Graves tried to calm down and thought quickly about how to deal with it.

Directly attack the opponent himself... No, there are hummingbirds blocking him.

The fire spell burned the hummingbird... No, that would burn himself instead.

"..."

The chirping of birds came into his ears, making Graves's mentality a little broken.

"【Ten Thousand Bullets Fired】"

The hummingbirds swung their wings back suddenly, raised their sharp beaks, and stabbed at Graves in unison, so fast that the sound of breaking wind could be heard faintly.

"Okay, the practice is over."

Professor McGonagall's steady voice sounded, and she waved her wand, and the dense hummingbirds stopped in mid-air, then flew back in unison, landed on the floor, picked up wood chips and flew out the window.

Hermione's eyes sparkled. Professor McGonagall instantly took control of her hummingbird, which required a deep understanding of the basic principles of transformation. The subsequent hummingbird movements were also lighter and more natural, and even when it flew out of the window, it did not lose control.

The other little wizards did not notice so many twists and turns, and only thought that Professor McGonagall cleaned up the battlefield while demonstrating the exquisite Transfiguration.

"For little wizards of your age, Miss Granger's duel strategy just now is worthy of praise..." Professor McGonagall explained meticulously, just like a normal class, but those who knew her would notice that she had a smile on her face, a faint but lasting smile.

"There are still many areas worth optimizing in terms of execution, such as inserting more subtle Transfiguration, and making more hummingbirds..."

Half an hour later, Professor McGonagall finished her explanation and nodded to Graves: "In fact, Pickley, you didn't lose. It's just that you haven't been exposed to the duel strategy of using Transfiguration to create a favorable environment before. You will definitely not suffer the same loss next time."

Graves' eyebrows were tightly knitted together. Strangely, why did he feel that what Professor McGonagall said was so familiar? Did he hear it somewhere?

Oh, I heard it during the last duel training.

Graves was completely numb.

It’s just that he can’t beat Harry, he is the warrior chosen by the Goblet of Fire;

Even though he couldn't beat Loren, he could still deceive himself. His iron armor spell really caught him off guard, which can be considered a moment of carelessness.

But now that even Hermione, who is called a nerd by the students at Hogwarts, can't beat her, how can she convince herself?

This is a nerd, so what am I, a pure nerd?

Graves turned to look at his principal——

Hey, the principal is here too.

Graves fell into thinking. Did this change of direction mean that it was not him who had a problem, but Ilvermorny?

However, no normal fourth-year student knows the Iron Armor Curse!

No normal 14-year-old witch would be able to transform into dueling tactics!

And that completely unreasonable disarming curse!

A flash of light flashed before Graves' eyes, and he almost beat his fists and cheered - there was something wrong with Lin Mei's Hogwarts!

Nancy Butt watched her friend's expressions change continuously for several minutes, and finally showed a smile of realization. She couldn't help but fell into silence.

Let's comfort him when we get back later.

Look at poor Pickley, his head is in a daze after losing.

In the second half of the training, several people exchanged opponents for duel practice. This was a bit boring for Loren. None of the people could put too much pressure on him. He used the Iron Armor Curse to deflect the oncoming spell, and then connected it with an instant. The little magic spell he casts can make the opponent scramble to parry, and the rhythm of the battle falls into his hands. He has the final say on offense and defense.

After a few people got used to it, they were able to stop a few waves of painless counterattacks.

Graves will choose a less powerful spell to resist it, trying to damage the enemy by 1,000 and damage himself by 800. Although in a normal game, he will always damage himself by 800 first and then not hurt the enemy;

Harry used a powerful disarming spell to defeat Loren's little magic spell, but the result was that he would always be beaten by his own disarming spell; Ron had his own understanding of the rhythm and Loren's intentions, and was the strongest among them. An easy one.

Hermione was different. She wanted to sprinkle some dust on Loren with all her heart, even if she endured two blows.

After practicing with her twice, Loren suggested that Professor McGonagall let her practice with Nancy Boot, and finally did not go back to the dormitory to take a shower.

…

Late night, fantasy book, duel classroom.

"Alas! This suppression is too much!"

Dense spells of radiance fell like hailstones, but each one was extremely powerful. With just one hit, he was declared incapable of fighting. Loren was holding on to an iron-clad spell shield that barely covered his body, struggling to hold on.

"Duel practice requires pressure to improve."

The short figure of "Professor Flitwick" was suspended in the air, his lips moved, and he waved his wand and cast a disarming spell even more unreasonable than Harry's.

"Boom...boom..."

The magic spell bombarded the transparent magic shield, and the wand vibrated violently. Loren's palms began to feel numb from the shock, and he gradually lost consciousness. He knew that he could not hold on for long, and the wand would fly out at any time.

"unacceptable!"

Loren took a breath and disappeared instantly. His phantom appearance was proficient enough to be used in battle, but even appearing at the other end of the classroom could not escape the spell. This gave him the opportunity to counterattack. opportunity.

The clear yellow flames spurted out and soon turned into a huge ball in the air. The color of the flames also quickly settled with a hint of black. The astonishing heat wave distorted the space, and also melted and annihilated the endless demons. curse.

"The Lihuo is not invincible." "Professor Flitwick" had a faint smile on his face. He allowed the Lihuo to expand for a while, then landed lightly on an unlit open space and held it behind his back. The wand plunged downward.

"[Every curse ends]"

The crystal blue light broke through the ground like a sharp sword and seeped out from the gaps. The aurora-like magic light erected rows of light walls in the air. The fierce fire hit the light wall without any reaction. It seemed to have degenerated into an ordinary flame. Not only did it fail to ignite the ground and air, but it was extinguished somewhat by the wall of light.

More and more light emanates from the ground, exuding a dreamlike crystal blue color, like the cloudless sky after a midsummer rain, magnificent and brilliant. The wall of light gradually compresses the ignited fierce fire field until it completely annihilates the fierce fire. , not a trace is left.

Loren raised his eyebrows when he saw this: "You must have cheated. If it is a fire that has just started, I believe you can put it out, but for a fire that is already burning, this..."

"It can also be extinguished." Flamel had returned to his original appearance, and he chuckled, "Don't underestimate the goblin hybrid professor. He has the ability to do this, even faster and better."

"Professor Flitwick..."

He is truly a master of spells.

Loren smacked his lips a little.

…

"Ah……"

Loren yawned and looked at the sky reflected on the lake with half-closed eyes. The cotton-like clouds rolled up and relaxed, the cool breeze blew, the water vapor was fresh, and the unknown chirping of insects and birds came from far away, and then It's a weekend suitable for sleeping.

Not to mention that she was still resting on Hermione's soft and fragrant thighs. It would be a shame for the little witch if she didn't take a nap.

Loren twisted his head, but was immediately held down by a hand, and Hermione's light voice passed around the book and reached his ears.

"Move around and sit."

"..."

Loren held his neck, but couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his head slightly and read the cover page of the book: "An analysis of dueling skills?"

"..."

"Okay, despicable Granger, while I'm sleeping, Harry wants to learn Occlumency, and Ron wants to play chess, he sneaks away by himself, planning to learn dueling skills secretly, and then beat us up hard next week." no?."

"..."

"How despicable!"

"You are the only one who talks a lot."

Hermione, who was half leaning under the tree, looked helpless. She held the book with only one hand, and gently covered the man's eyes with her free hand, "Either sleep well, or get up and study with me."

Loren suddenly stopped talking. He didn't want to study, so he rested his head on Hermione's thigh and quietly observed her beauty through the narrow fingers in front of him.

The skylight sheds spots through the branches and leaves, and the shade of the trees envelopes the pair of beautiful people under the trees.

The time is clear and the breeze is just right.

…

Harry walked in the dark underground corridor. The dark and closed environment would make the sound of footsteps echo endlessly, so he skillfully slowed down his steps and slowly approached Dean Slytherin's office.

For the past few months, he had been coming to Snape every weekend to learn Occlumency. Although he had made little progress, his scar did not hurt anymore.

After walking down the front aisle, turn the corner and you're there.

Just as Harry slowly approached, he heard a familiar voice coming from ahead.

"Severus, aren't you scared?"

Karkaroff again?

Whether Snape was scared or not he didn't know, but Karkaroff's voice was full of panic.

Harry stopped and cautiously stuck his head out, observing the situation not far away.

Karkaroff was seen standing at the door of Snape's office, pulling up one sleeve and showing him something in a panic: "Look, it's becoming more and more obvious, especially last Thursday. It seems like it's back to the old days again...don't you feel it, Severus?"

"I feel it." Snape glanced indifferently, "If you want to escape, I will support you, but I won't leave."

"You!" Karkaroff seemed to be about to rebuke loudly, but quickly lowered his voice, "What do you think you will do when he comes back? Stop dreaming. You know what kind of person he is..."

"I know." Snape's voice was smooth and his cold black eyes were unblinking. "The time is up. Harry Potter is coming to me soon. You'd better leave quickly."

Karkaroff looked ugly. He was silent for a while, pulled off his sleeves and left without looking back.

Harry hurriedly pretended to have just walked over. When he passed Karkaroff, he glanced at the arm calmly, but saw nothing.