This Hogwarts is not normal

The Divination professor at Hogwarts still has two skills.

Despite Traufany's blabbering, she is a ruthless person who dares to predict the death of a student every year in the first period of school.

Fortunately, not a single student has died in these eleven years.

The closest ones were all after graduation, when they were dealing with fire dragons in Romania, and almost had the red hair on their heads burnt off by their breath.

"She is just an old liar." George from the audience came to the first-year side and introduced several other professors in the stands.

Although the situation in the arena was exciting, none of them who knew the situation had any worries about Vincent.

Hermione looked over from a distance.

Traufany was still drinking sherry and seemed a little tipsy.

"She was hired by Professor Dumbledore after he became the principal. Maybe that student was saved because of the prophecy?"

"No, no, no." George shook his head gently, "Do you remember the student I just mentioned?

He's our second brother, Charlie Weis."

Hermione was speechless.

But Lavender next to her was full of disbelief, "This is a matter of communicating with the future, and it is understandable that something will go wrong."

"Okay." George curled his lips and pointed to an old professor with only one arm and leg left.

"He is Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn, who teaches Care of Magical Creatures."

"Hiss——" Several girls couldn't help but take a breath.

When professors are missing arms and legs, how can little wizards like them take this class?

"How did he become like this?"

"Charlie said that he often goes to Romania, and once he was accidentally sprayed on the leg by a fire dragon's breath."

"Where's the arm?"

"I don't know about that. Our eldest brother Bill said that this was how he was when he was in school."

Hermione felt that it was very necessary to seriously consider the choice of courses for her future third grade.

"Where's the young professor with short hair and glasses?"

"She is Professor Bathsheda Bablin, who teaches ancient runes."

George added in a low voice, "She is only twenty-four years old now, and Bill said her grades were very good when she was in school.

If she hadn't been obsessed with the study of runes after graduation, she would have set a new record as the youngest professor."

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This course must be scheduled!

But Lavender and the others were not very interested.

"Where's the one next to her?"

"Professor Caredi Bubbaji, she succeeded Quirrell in teaching Muggle Studies."

Hermione seemed very interested in this.

Learning how wizards view Muggles from a Muggle perspective will be of great help to her future work after graduation.

"Next to Professor Binns is Professor Setima Victor, who teaches arithmetic."

"Arithmetic?"

"The main thing is to use numbers to predict the future. Students would rather listen to the nonsense of old liars than take this kind of class that scratches their heads the whole time."

The Muggles in the Great Empire are not very good at mathematics per capita, and it is even harder to say that when it comes to wizards.

George, whose voice was filled with smoke, said, "I'll go back and get a drink of water. Please save my seat."

"Oh." Hermione looked a little distracted.

As a top student, she has already begun to plan her future study plans.

Well - the outcome in the arena is also very important.

She looked into the hazy fog.

Vincent and Marcus finally had some communication.

One is demonstrating various fighting skills,

A man is showing off various spell-casting skills.

It looked evenly matched, but the score was 29:85.

The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding, and neither of them used spells such as stun spells and disarming spells that could win with one blow.

Even so, it was really an eye-opener for the students.

"Flint rolled on the spot, narrowly dodging Wayne's flying rocks one after another.

Beautiful! His counterattack was very timely!"

Li's explanation became more and more pertinent, and he even praised Marcus's transformation technique of binding Vincent's left hand.

"Although Wayne has the advantage, he obviously won't lose points."

Vincent on the stage recited a very short spell, and the ropes binding his left wrist and wand were all exploded by the impact of the tip of the wand.

"What kind of spell is this?"

"I made it up."

Marcus looked slightly surprised.

If you take the initiative to recite a failed spell to get out of trouble, the alder wand is strong enough. If you change the material, you may have to prepare to buy a second one.

"Haha - clever!" He used the Disguise Charm again without making any footsteps.

Either he learned the silent walking technique, or he didn't move at all.

Compared to the former, Vincent is more willing to believe it is the latter.

But he did not raise his wand, but pointed at several small stone cones at his feet.

From small pieces to dust, he held them high above his head and dispersed them.

Marcus, who got a little bit of it, immediately received a leg-locking spell.

The intensity is not too high, but my feet are a little heavy.

He simply showed up and used an iron armor spell to protect the front, and stepped closer to Vincent.

These 13 points are not easy to win.

Vigorously miracle?

Vincent is not this kind of character.

twenty feet,

fifteen feet,

Ten feet.

When Marcus reached the distance, he immediately released the iron armor spell and waved his wand to attract the falling dust.

As long as one ball is hit, the score difference will be narrowed.

"Clear spring is like water -" After Vincent washed them away, he found a figure suddenly speeding up in front of him.

Moving slowly over, it turned out to be to confuse him.

"Starting to use your brain?"

"snort!"

Marcus punched the air.

Vincent, who tilted his head, turned his wand upside down and struck forward with the wand carved with a phoenix.

"Flint got hit on the forehead, but he also managed to hug Wayne!"

Vincent didn't knock a second time, but raised his knee to push it.

Even though Marcus had strong abdominal muscles to carry him, he still felt so painful that he let go slightly.

He quickly tightened it again, but in the end it was too late.

After landing, Vincent stretched out his legs and swept over.

Marcus, who lost his balance, fell onto the ring and quickly raised his right hand holding the wand.

"Expelliarmus—"

"All curses will end——"

The two wands lit up almost tip-to-tip.

The red and blue light flashed for a moment, and Vincent, who was the first to regain his vision, held down his wrist and deviated from the angle.

"Wayne took away Flint's wand! It seems the result has come out!"

The reality is indeed as Li said.

When Marcus lost his wand, he only regained his sight after being hit by a bright light at close range.

1 point for a hit on the chin.

The back of his head hit the ring, and he squinted his eyes in a daze.

Vincent stood up slowly and pointed his wand at him.

"I won't admit defeat!"

"That's such a shame."

The alder wand lit up and fired several harmless spells.

"The winner is Wayne!"

With Li's voice, the barriers on all sides of the arena were disappearing little by little.

31:100

The score doesn't seem too outrageous, but the students all intuitively understand what fighting is.

It has nothing to do with elegance, but it is fatal to wizards who never exercise.

Moreover, only a few purebloods still adhere to this word of elegance.

Even a guy of Marcus's size couldn't do anything for him. If it were a young man like Draco, he would probably have to be pinned to the ground and beaten the whole time.

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