Chapter 151 Ungraceful Fighting
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The divination professor at Hogwarts still has two brushes.
Don't look at Trophine talking about it, she is a ruthless person who dares to predict the death of students in the first class every year.
Fortunately, in the past 11 years, not even a single student died.
The closest one was after graduation, when he was dealing with fire dragons in Romania, the red hair on his head was almost burned off by his breath.
"She's an old liar." George from the auditorium came to the first-year side and introduced several other professors in the stands.
Although the situation in the ring was very exciting, none of them who knew the bottom line had any worries about Vincent.
Hermione looked over from a distance.
Trophine was still drinking sherry and seemed a little tipsy.
"She was hired by Professor Dumbledore when he became the headmaster. Maybe that student was saved because of the prophecy?"
"No, no, no." George shook his head lightly, "Remember the students I just mentioned?
He's our second brother, Charlie Weasley. "
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 for some mistakes."
"Okay." George pouted, pointing to an old professor who only had one arm and one leg left.
"He's Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn, who teaches Care of Magical Creatures."
"Hiss—" the girls could not help but gasp.
When professors are missing arms and legs, can this lesson be taught by these little wizards?
"How did he become like this?"
"Charlie said that he often travels to Romania, and was accidentally sprayed by a dragon's breath on his leg once."
"Where's the arm?"
"I don't know that. Our big brother Bill said he was like that when he was in school."
Hermione felt that it was very necessary to seriously consider again her choice of courses for the third grade in the future.
"Where's the young professor with short hair and glasses?"
"She is Professor Bathsheda Babbling, who teaches Ancient Runes."
George added in a low voice, "She's only 24 now, and Bill said she was doing well in school.
If she hadn't been obsessed with the study of runes after graduation, she would definitely break the record for the youngest professor. "
This class must be scheduled!
But Lavender and the others were not very interested.
"Where's the one next to her?"
"Professor Caredy Bubbaji, who succeeded Quirrell in 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 and divination."
"Arithmetic divination?"
"It is mainly to use numbers to speculate on the future. Students would rather listen to the old liar's nonsense than take this kind of class that scratches their heads all the way."
The Muggles in the Great Empire are not very good at mathematics per capita, and it is even more difficult to describe it when it comes to wizards.
George said with a smoky voice, "I'll go back and get a drink, please save the seat for me."
"Oh." Hermione looked a little absent-minded.
As a top student, she has already started to plan her future study plan.
Hmm - the outcome of the ring is also very important.
She looked into the hazy mist.
Vincent and Marcus finally had a taste of communication.
One is showing various fighting skills,
One is showing off the release skills of various spells.
It looked evenly matched, but the score was 29:85.
The two of them seem to have a tacit understanding, and neither of them used magic spells such as stun spells and disarm spells that could win with one blow.
Even so, it really opened the eyes of the students.
"Flint rolled on the spot, narrowly dodging one after another of Wayne's flying stones.
pretty!His counterattack was very timely! "
Li's explanation became more and more pertinent, and he even praised Marcus's transfiguration technique for binding Vincent's left hand.
"Although Wayne has the advantage, it is obvious that he will not lose points."
Vincent on the ring uttered a very short spell, and the ropes binding his left wrist and wand were all blown away by the impact of the wand tip.
"What kind of spell is this?"
"I made it up."
Marcus looked slightly surprised.
Actively chanting a failed spell to get out of trouble, the alder wand is strong enough, and if it is made of another material, I am afraid that I will have to buy a second one.
"Heh——Little Clever!" He cast the Disillusionment Charm again without making any footsteps.
Either learn the technique of walking still, or don't move at all.
Compared to the former, Vincent is more willing to believe the latter.
But instead of raising his wand, he pointed to a few small stone cones at his feet.
From small crumbs to dust, he dragged them high above his head and scattered them.
Marcus, who had a little bit of it on, immediately received a leg-locking spell.
The strength is not too high, but the feet sink a little.
He simply appeared to protect the front with the Iron Armor Curse, and approached Vincent step by step.
These 13 points are not easy to win.
Vigorously miracle?
Vincent wasn't like that.
twenty feet,
fifteen feet,
ten feet.
When Marcus came to the distance, he immediately released the Iron Armor Curse, and waved his wand to pull the falling dust.
As long as there is one hit, the score gap will be reduced.
"A clear spring is like water—" After Vincent washed away them, he found a figure suddenly speeding up in front of him.
Slowly moving over, it turned out to be used to confuse him.
"Starting to use your brain?"
"Humph!"
Marcus hit the air with his fist.
Vincent, with his head tilted, turned his wand upside down and struck forward with the carved 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 it, he still let go of his hand a little in pain.
He quickly tightened his grip again, but it was a step too late after all.
After landing, Vincent stretched out his feet and swept 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 light flickered for a moment, and Vincent, who was the first to recover his vision, pressed his wrist to deviate from the angle.
"Wayne has taken Flint's wand! Looks like the results are in!"
The reality is indeed as Li said.
Since Marcus lost his wand, the eyes that were dazzled by the bright light at close range had only regained their sight.
1 point for hitting the jaw.
He hit the back of his head on the ring, squinting his eyes a little drowsily.
Vincent stood up slowly and pointed his wand at him.
"I won't admit defeat!"
"That's such a pity."
The alder wand lights up and shoots a few innocuous spells.
"The winner is Wayne!"
With Li's voice, the barriers on all sides of the arena disappeared 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 deadly to a wizard who never exercises.Fun Court
Besides, the word "elegant" is still insisted on by a few purebloods.
Even a guy like Marcus can't please him. If he were to be replaced by a young master like Draco, he might have to be pushed to the ground and beaten the whole time.
……
……
Don't look at Trophine talking about it, she is a ruthless person who dares to predict the death of students in the first class every year.
Fortunately, in the past 11 years, not even a single student died.
The closest one was after graduation, when he was dealing with fire dragons in Romania, the red hair on his head was almost burned off by his breath.
"She's an old liar." George from the auditorium came to the first-year side and introduced several other professors in the stands.
Although the situation in the ring was very exciting, none of them who knew the bottom line had any worries about Vincent.
Hermione looked over from a distance.
Trophine was still drinking sherry and seemed a little tipsy.
"She was hired by Professor Dumbledore when he became the headmaster. Maybe that student was saved because of the prophecy?"
"No, no, no." George shook his head lightly, "Remember the students I just mentioned?
He's our second brother, Charlie Weasley. "
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 for some mistakes."
"Okay." George pouted, pointing to an old professor who only had one arm and one leg left.
"He's Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn, who teaches Care of Magical Creatures."
"Hiss—" the girls could not help but gasp.
When professors are missing arms and legs, can this lesson be taught by these little wizards?
"How did he become like this?"
"Charlie said that he often travels to Romania, and was accidentally sprayed by a dragon's breath on his leg once."
"Where's the arm?"
"I don't know that. Our big brother Bill said he was like that when he was in school."
Hermione felt that it was very necessary to seriously consider again her choice of courses for the third grade in the future.
"Where's the young professor with short hair and glasses?"
"She is Professor Bathsheda Babbling, who teaches Ancient Runes."
George added in a low voice, "She's only 24 now, and Bill said she was doing well in school.
If she hadn't been obsessed with the study of runes after graduation, she would definitely break the record for the youngest professor. "
This class must be scheduled!
But Lavender and the others were not very interested.
"Where's the one next to her?"
"Professor Caredy Bubbaji, who succeeded Quirrell in 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 and divination."
"Arithmetic divination?"
"It is mainly to use numbers to speculate on the future. Students would rather listen to the old liar's nonsense than take this kind of class that scratches their heads all the way."
The Muggles in the Great Empire are not very good at mathematics per capita, and it is even more difficult to describe it when it comes to wizards.
George said with a smoky voice, "I'll go back and get a drink, please save the seat for me."
"Oh." Hermione looked a little absent-minded.
As a top student, she has already started to plan her future study plan.
Hmm - the outcome of the ring is also very important.
She looked into the hazy mist.
Vincent and Marcus finally had a taste of communication.
One is showing various fighting skills,
One is showing off the release skills of various spells.
It looked evenly matched, but the score was 29:85.
The two of them seem to have a tacit understanding, and neither of them used magic spells such as stun spells and disarm spells that could win with one blow.
Even so, it really opened the eyes of the students.
"Flint rolled on the spot, narrowly dodging one after another of Wayne's flying stones.
pretty!His counterattack was very timely! "
Li's explanation became more and more pertinent, and he even praised Marcus's transfiguration technique for binding Vincent's left hand.
"Although Wayne has the advantage, it is obvious that he will not lose points."
Vincent on the ring uttered a very short spell, and the ropes binding his left wrist and wand were all blown away by the impact of the wand tip.
"What kind of spell is this?"
"I made it up."
Marcus looked slightly surprised.
Actively chanting a failed spell to get out of trouble, the alder wand is strong enough, and if it is made of another material, I am afraid that I will have to buy a second one.
"Heh——Little Clever!" He cast the Disillusionment Charm again without making any footsteps.
Either learn the technique of walking still, or don't move at all.
Compared to the former, Vincent is more willing to believe the latter.
But instead of raising his wand, he pointed to a few small stone cones at his feet.
From small crumbs to dust, he dragged them high above his head and scattered them.
Marcus, who had a little bit of it on, immediately received a leg-locking spell.
The strength is not too high, but the feet sink a little.
He simply appeared to protect the front with the Iron Armor Curse, and approached Vincent step by step.
These 13 points are not easy to win.
Vigorously miracle?
Vincent wasn't like that.
twenty feet,
fifteen feet,
ten feet.
When Marcus came to the distance, he immediately released the Iron Armor Curse, and waved his wand to pull the falling dust.
As long as there is one hit, the score gap will be reduced.
"A clear spring is like water—" After Vincent washed away them, he found a figure suddenly speeding up in front of him.
Slowly moving over, it turned out to be used to confuse him.
"Starting to use your brain?"
"Humph!"
Marcus hit the air with his fist.
Vincent, with his head tilted, turned his wand upside down and struck forward with the carved 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 it, he still let go of his hand a little in pain.
He quickly tightened his grip again, but it was a step too late after all.
After landing, Vincent stretched out his feet and swept 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 light flickered for a moment, and Vincent, who was the first to recover his vision, pressed his wrist to deviate from the angle.
"Wayne has taken Flint's wand! Looks like the results are in!"
The reality is indeed as Li said.
Since Marcus lost his wand, the eyes that were dazzled by the bright light at close range had only regained their sight.
1 point for hitting the jaw.
He hit the back of his head on the ring, squinting his eyes a little drowsily.
Vincent stood up slowly and pointed his wand at him.
"I won't admit defeat!"
"That's such a pity."
The alder wand lights up and shoots a few innocuous spells.
"The winner is Wayne!"
With Li's voice, the barriers on all sides of the arena disappeared 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 deadly to a wizard who never exercises.Fun Court
Besides, the word "elegant" is still insisted on by a few purebloods.
Even a guy like Marcus can't please him. If he were to be replaced by a young master like Draco, he might have to be pushed to the ground and beaten the whole time.
……
……
