This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The professor of Divination at Hogwarts is quite capable. ♦♦ ♦♦

Don’t think that Traufany is a weirdo. She is a ruthless person who dares to predict the death of students in the first class of each school year.

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

The closest one was after graduation. When dealing with a dragon in Romania, the red hair on her head was almost burned by the breath.

"She is just an old liar." George in the audience came to the first grade and introduced the other professors in the stands.

Although the situation in the ring was very exciting, those who knew everything about it did not worry about Vincent.

Hermione looked over from a distance.

Traufany was still drinking sherry and seemed a little drunk.

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

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

He is our second brother, Charlie Weiss."

Hermione was speechless.

But Lavender next to her was full of disbelief, "This is about communicating with the future, and it is understandable that some mistakes will be made."

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

"He is Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn, teaching the Care of Magical Creatures class."

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

When the professor is missing arms and legs, can this class be taught by little wizards like them?

"How did he become like this?"

"Charlie said that he often went to Romania, and once he was accidentally sprayed on his legs by the breath of a fire dragon."

"What about the arm?"

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

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

"Where is the young professor with short hair and glasses?"

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

George added in a low voice, "She is only 24 years old now, and Bill said she had very good grades when she was in school.

If she hadn't been obsessed with the study of runes after graduation, she would have definitely broken the record of the youngest professor."

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This course must be arranged!

But Lavender and the others are not very interested.

"Where is the one next to her?"

"Professor Charity Burbage, she took over Quirrell's teaching of Muggle Studies."

Hermione seemed very interested in this.

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

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

"Arithmancy?"

"It's mainly about using numbers to predict the future. Students would rather listen to the old liar's nonsense than take a class that makes them scratch their heads the whole time."

The average math of Muggles in the Great Ying Empire is not very good, and it's even harder to describe when it comes to wizards.

George, whose throat was smoking, smacked his lips, "I'm going to go back and get a drink of water, please save my seat for me.

"Oh. "Hermione seemed a little absent-minded.

As a top student, she has already started planning her future study plan.

Hmm - the victory or defeat in the ring is also important.

She looked at the hazy mist.

Vincent and Marcus finally had some communication.

One was showing various fighting skills,

the other was showing the skills of releasing various spells.

It seemed that they were 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 Stunning Spells and Disarming Spells that could win the game in one blow.

Even so, it really opened the students' eyes.

"Flint rolled on the spot and narrowly avoided Wayne's flying stones.

Beautiful! His counterattack was very timely!"

Lee's commentary became more and more pertinent, and he even praised Marcus's Transfiguration that tied Vincent's left hand.

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

Vincent on the ring recited a very short spell, and the ropes that bound his left wrist and the wand were all blown apart by the impact of the wand tip.

"What spell is this?"

"I made it up."

Marcus looked a little surprised.

He recited a failed spell to escape, only the alder wand was strong enough. If he changed to another material, he would have to buy a second one.

"Ha - clever! "He used the Disillusionment Charm again, and there was no sound of footsteps.

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

Compared to the former, Vincent would rather believe the latter.

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

From small fragments to dust, he pulled them high above his head and scattered them.

Marcus, who was stained with a little, was immediately hit by a leg lock.

The intensity was not too high, but his feet were a little heavy.

He simply showed up and used the Iron Armor Charm to protect the front, and approached Vincent step by step.

These 13 points are not easy to get.

Miracle with great strength?

Vincent is not this kind of character.

Twenty feet,

Fifteen feet,

Ten feet.

Marcus immediately released the Iron Armor Charm when he reached the distance, and waved his wand to pull the falling dust.

As long as one hits, the score gap will be narrowed.

"Clear springs like water--" After Vincent washed them away, he found a figure suddenly accelerated and came in front of him.

Slowly moving over, it turned out to be used to confuse him.

"Starting to use your brain?"

"Humph!"

Marcus punched the air.

With his head tilted, Vincent turned his wand upside down and knocked forward with the wand engraved with a phoenix.

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

Vincent did not knock a second time, but raised his knee to push over.

Even though Marcus had strong abdominal muscles to support him, he still loosened his hand slightly due to the pain.

He quickly tightened it again, but it was still a step too late.

After landing, Vincent stretched out his foot and swept it across.

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

"Disarm you--"

"All curses end--"

The two wands lit up almost tip to tip.

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

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

The reality is indeed as Lee said.

Marcus' eyes, which were dazzled by the close-range light when he lost his wand, have regained their vision.

Hit the chin for 1 point.

The back of his head hit the ring, and he squinted his eyes drowsily.

Vincent slowly stood up and pointed his wand at him.

"I won't give up!"

"That's a pity."

The alder wand lit up and shot out several less harmful spells.

"The winner is Wayne!"

Along with Lee's voice, the barriers on all four sides of the ring disappeared little by little.

31:100

The score didn't seem too far off, but the students all intuitively understood what fighting is.

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

Besides, only a few purebloods still insist on the word elegance.

Even a guy like Marcus couldn't get away with it, if it was a young master like Draco, he would probably be pinned to the ground and beaten the whole time.

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