A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The little wizards watched each other, but no one volunteered to take the stage.

There was a loud murmur of whispers below.

This is an open and honest opportunity to play with the professor. The question is, who should I choose?

Felix smiled, "Who wants to try it? The opportunity is rare."

Harry's heart was itchy and his lips were dry. He had received the special training of Professor Hepp as early as the summer vacation, and he naturally knew that there was a huge gap between the two.

But how much difference there is, he has never been able to see.

Moreover, just now, he suddenly had an idea, can he get the information he wants through one-on-one guidance?

After hesitation, the first person appeared, Percy Weasley.

He bowed and saluted solemnly, "As the president of the Boys Student Union, I am very willing to set an example for others."

"Very well, Weasley, which professor would you choose?" Felix looked at him encouragingly.

"Professor Flitwick," said Percy without hesitation.

He had thought about it before he came up. Among the three professors, Snape was recognized as unfriendly to Gryffindor. Although there was no danger to his life, it was inevitable to make a fool of himself. It was ruled out;

And Professor Hepu didn't take many shots, but the disarming spell last year was too impressive. Percy was worried that Professor Hepu would greet him with a spell of this level, so he ruled it out;

In this way, Professor Flitwick is almost the most suitable choice. He is cheerful and gentle, and his requirements for little wizards are not strict, and points are rarely deducted.

In the last school year, he taught several times in the dueling class, and he seemed to be able to do it with ease and did not make the students feel disheartened.

"I choose Professor Flitwick," Percy repeated.

Soon Flitwick and Percy were standing face to face, with Flitwick reminding him, "Don't forget what I said earlier." He spent over an hour detailing his fighting style.

Percy nodded, and the two raised their wands in a salute, and the duel began in earnest.

Percy made the first shot, and a disarming spell burst out of the air, but Flitwick just turned his head away, keeping his eyes on the opponent's wand.

Almost at the same time, a bright incantation struck Percy. Fortunately, he had a rehearsal before he took the stage. After casting the Disarming Charm, he jumped aside without thinking, and said the spell of the Iron Armor Charm at the same time.

"Armor protection!"

As soon as the Iron Armor Spell was formed, it faced Flitwick's spell.

"Good deal, Percy," Flitwick praised. He consciously controlled the rhythm of his attack, and after almost three minutes, he simply defeated Percy with the Imprisonment Charm.

Flitwick commented: "Your spells are fairly proficient, and you have your own set of logic, but it can be seen that you don't have much actual combat experience, and your reaction on the spot is a bit rushed."

Percy broke free from the rope, straightened the folds on his robe, and said quite formally, "Thank you, Professor Flitwick, I will pay attention to it in the future."

He saluted and stepped off the gilded ring, the little wizards of Gryffindor cheering excitedly.

"We are the first!"

"Percy, how does it feel to face the professor, is it stressful?" someone asked him.

"It's a bit stressful, but you don't have time to think about it, you have to focus," Percy explained.

With the first person to eat crabs, the little wizards became enthusiastic, their timid mood disappeared, and soon the second student stood on the gilded stage.

Still a Gryffindor, it was Oliver Wood, a tall man who was the captain of the Gryffindor House Quidditch team.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I, I choose Professor Haipu."

Felix saluted him facing each other, and Wood whispered, "Professor, be merciful, I am most afraid of you."

"Then you still choose me?"

"Hey, I'm graduating anyway, so it's very good to talk about it." Wood said naively.

It's good, it's good...

At the beginning of the duel, Wood was still shouting: "Except for you-"

A red light swept across his hair, directly snuffing out the words behind him, and the power of the spell made his hair stand on end.

He looked at Professor Haipu in horror. If he was hit, he wouldn't be cut in two from his body, would he? He looked at the professor, who was beckoning him to continue with a smile on his face.

"I……"

Soon, the students witnessed a complete suppression. In the first few minutes, Wood was interrupted by various silent spellcastings before even releasing a complete spell.

It wasn't until Wood closed his eyes and recklessly recited a disarming spell that the duel became normal.

Professor Hip no longer stopped Wood from chanting the spell. The two of them went back and forth, constantly shooting spells of various colors at each other.

The dueling strategy adopted by Professor Hepp is the defense/evasion-counterattack he introduced in the previous dueling class, and every action can find a theoretical basis,

Combined with Flitwick's words before, they have more enlightenment, and even the freshmen can intuitively feel something.

Seven or eight minutes later, Wood was sweating and conceded defeat, and Felix commented as usual: "Wood, you are not skilled enough with Silent Spell, your duel intention is too obvious; moreover, you don't have a fixed routine.

In the performance just now, you cast twelve kinds of spells, including dueling spells such as disarming spell and iron armor spell, as well as small evil spells such as tripping leg spell and tickle spell. Among them, there are three Disarming Spells, two Iron Armor Spells, two Stumbling Legs Spells, and one Tickle Spell...

It's not that you can't use little hexes, but you have to choose your spells carefully. Like the tripping spell, it doesn't directly overpower the opponent, which means you're wasting great shots and hits.

In addition, the power of your spells is not particularly prominent, which means that you have no main spells..."

Wood was humbly taught and wiped the sweat from his face.

Next, the Gryffindor students wanted to come to power, but the other three academies quit, and a Slytherin student came forward directly, the seventh-year prefect, Jeffrey.

"Professor Snape, please also point out the students," he said respectfully.

Snape put down his hand on his chest, took out his wand from his black robe, flipped his robe over, and walked to the center.

Facing Slytherin's students, Snape obviously let out water, otherwise, according to his temper, he would knock his opponent down with a direct spell. But this time, he rarely attacked, and instead assumed a defensive stance.

Jeffrey's first spell hit the ground three feet from Snape, and Snape said coldly, "Are you worried about hurting me, Jeffrey? Attack with every spell you can think of, A duel is a serious business!"

Next, Jeffrey began to attack from different angles, and spells of various colors were shot at the opposite side. The little wizards saw an amazing defensive teaching.

Snape rarely used protective spells such as the Iron Armor Spell. Facing a black mist that looked like black magic, his wand pointed on it, turning them into a large white mist.

Snape stepped out of the mist, and his hazy face became clear. He approached Jeffrey step by step, took the incoming spell with his wand, and flicked it aside.

Soon Jeffrey was forced to the edge of the stage and had to bow his head and admit defeat.

"It's amazing! Did you see it?" The Slytherin students responded with warm applause.

Harry couldn't hold back the longing in his heart and rushed to the ring.

Snape looked at Harry with a mocking expression, and lowered his voice so that only each other could hear him: "Finally can't stand it anymore? Pushy like your father, maybe it makes you feel special, obsessed. The feeling of being treated as a savior..."

"I don't think I'm special, it's all about me!" Harry said. "Like Sirius Black who escaped from Azkaban, I didn't know anything about him before."

"Forget that disgusting name," Snape said nonchalantly.

Harry said in a positive tone, "I saw the records of your student days. You both dislike each other, but there must be a deeper reason..."

Snape's expression became inscrutable, his lips pursed tightly, as if he was refraining from saying something mean.