A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

There were more than 20 students surrounded by the temporary open space, sitting in twos and threes on the grass. The number of professors barely reached thirty.

They stared at the two figures that were constantly staggering in the center, you and I came and went, shooting spells at each other.

"Cedric, come on!" Roger Davis shouted.

"Victor, come on!"

Cedric dodged a spell, "Armor!" He propped up a magical barrier, took a breath, and the opposite spell flew over like a sharp sword, slamming the barrier.

The boy surnamed "Grevis" had exquisite short black hair, and the power of the spell was terrifying. He grinned, looking like he was winning.

"Watch your feet, Victor!"

Victor Graves was startled, and suddenly found two slender streams of water meandering down, over the grass and dirt, and secretly following the direction of his feet.

He raised his wand, wanting to do something. At this time, Cedric rushed out, and a red light flew from the tip of the staff. Graves hurried back to protect himself, but the spell did not hit him at all.

The nearby water flow suddenly exploded, and a large piece of hot water mist evaporated on the grass, and Cedric and Graves were involved. The two figures were hazy and looming.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

It seemed like a long time before the sound of Cedric chanting a spell reached the ears of those around him.

In the fog, Cedric whispered a supersense spell on himself, improving his five senses, trying his best to capture the shadow of Graves.

The people around held their breath, and even the five Draco who had just approached stopped seven or eight feet away, staring intently at the gray fog.

quick!

It's so fast!

Everything happened within seven or eight seconds, and many people still haven't reacted.

Flitwick screeched, "Great, Cedric set a trap and everything went according to his plan."

Felix nodded: "He looks ready."

"That's right, he asked me a few spells... I've figured out what he's going to do next," Flitwick said expectantly.

The mist became thicker. Not only the water mist, but a large cloud of white smoke quickly filled the air, blocking the space of thirty to forty feet in a radius, like a goblet upside down, covering everything inside.

The arc of the spell was like lightning, and it suddenly lit up a cloud layer, and the students who were watching backed away.

"It seems that Cedric intends to use the thick fog as the battlefield. This should be prepared for some huge magical animals. Whether it is fighting or withdrawing, it is very convenient... I didn't expect it to be good for wizards."

Felix thought about it and said, "He actually needs to strengthen two parts - cut off the opponent's line of sight as much as possible and make them blind; and increase his detection methods as much as possible, it is better if he can ignore the smoke. already."

"He's good at deflecting spells," Moody said.

During the speech, the cloud and mist surged violently, and layers of black spread from one point. Like unsightly mold growing on the white spores, the mold spreads quickly, accompanied by a pungent gasoline smell.

"Did Cedric do it?"

"No, that's black magic."

Flitwick raised his wand and waved it in front of his eyes, and the mist automatically separated to avoid them.

Half a minute later, the two figures rushed out separately, coughing violently, tears from the corners of their eyes, and that part of their eyes was red with smoke.

"Ankexiao."

Felix pointed to Cedric, his expression instantly soothing.

The student on the other side also quieted down, and the two stepped forward and shook hands, their eyes glowing red.

Professor Wilkinson of Ilvermorny exclaimed: "Well done, boys, you are all doing well... Wait, where did these people come from?"

Felix and Flitwick had already spotted Harry and the others, but they didn't say a word. Moody on the side said in a deep voice: "I told you, Professor Wilkinson, they are the underage batch..."

In the crowd, Byers glanced at Neville in surprise. Many of them were friends he made in Gryffindor. He asked about their grades. Except for the twins, the rest were basically fourth graders. student.

Wilkinson looked at Harry and the others suspiciously, and Harry tried his best to straighten up to make himself look taller. "What about this little girl?" He pointed to Astoria and asked, "She also passed your selection?"

"Although it's surprising, but... that's right." Felix shrugged and said, "She is only in the second grade this year, because she is too young to participate in the training, the rest of the people are the same as the sixth- and seventh-grade reserve warriors. Hogwarts got the same treatment."

"Well, as long as they don't scream loudly and disrupt the order..." Wilkinson reluctantly agreed, no longer objecting. A group of people breathed a sigh of relief.

"The luckiest thing is that Professor McGonagall is not there, she left halfway." Fred winked and said.

George gave a thumbs up.

In the next few minutes, a group of professors commented on the battle just now, especially the black magic part. When it was Felix's turn, he reminded the students at Hogwarts: "Don't forget that some of you know Illumination, which can break the magic fog..."

Collins stared at him, she didn't take the Ancient Rune class, and naturally she wasn't a member of the Rune Club. At this point, she is not as good as Astoria, because in order to appease the little girl, Dumbledore very tolerantly agreed to her request to enter the Rune Club.

Next, the students took turns taking the field, and each duel ended quickly.

It's not the kind of "fast" that Harry was exposed to in dueling class, he thought for a long time before he came up with a reliable word.

Rhythm.

The offensive rhythm of the two sides was very smooth. This kind of smoothness was something he could not experience in dueling class before, and only had a similar experience with Sirius or classroom No. 7.

As for the second-year summer special training and several fights with Professor Haipu, he was hanged and beaten all the way, and he had no pleasant experience at all.

After an hour, each of the upperclassmen took their turn.

Felix looked at Harry and the others, looking at himself eagerly, smiled slightly, and said to Wilkinson: "Professor Wilkinson, why not let these lower-class students try?"

"no problem."

Wilkinson nodded in agreement. He didn't feel embarrassed. Although Hogwarts professors were generous with these students, he thought it was an exaggeration. They're several years younger than the true Warriors candidates, and the age gap isn't so easy to break.

And he specifically asked, most of the people here failed the O.W.Ls exam.

Ilvermorny also has a similar exam, and he naturally knows what kind of transformation will happen to the students who have experienced this year.

"You guys go play! Don't use dark magic," Professor Wilkinson said to Ilvermorny's students, then he sat lazily on the grass, pulled a bottle of wine out of his cloak, and took a sip to himself.

Yuria and Bethni looked at each other helplessly, Yuria said, "Byers, you go."

Byers nodded in agreement.

He stood in the center and grinned, making Harry and the others all about to move.

"Neville, let's try." Who knows, Byers took the initiative to invite.

Neville was stunned for a while, walked to the center of the venue, and whispered, "I'm not that good."

"It's okay." Byers said with a smile, it was just a friendly match anyway, just to change his mood.

However, he was surprised by the fact that Neville was proficient in all kinds of basic spells, especially the stun spell and the iron armor spell. He was very spiritual, and he did not make a sound when he cast these two spells.

Silent curse!

Neville's pace was a little stiff, back and forth only a few times. Byers found the pattern after getting used to it for a while, but this rigid pace seemed to be tried and tested, and he felt that he was on a rock.

Neville didn't take the initiative to attack very much. Usually, he let Biles rush to recite the spell, and Neville cast the iron armor spell, then took a few steps to avoid it, and always kept face to face with Biles. Between Byers' spells, Neville took the time to shoot a few stun spells, sometimes obstructing spells and disarming spells.

His face was tense, and he looked very similar to his dueling style.

Flitwick murmured: "This kind of pace is not within the scope of school dueling lessons. Although it looks simple, it requires a lot of practice. Every tiny movement has a unique purpose."

Moody held his cane and said in a deep voice, "I've seen this style before, I have an impression."

"It should have been taught by Frank Longbottom," Felix said.

"It turns out that..." Flitwick said with admiration: "His father is an excellent Auror. He should have tailored this pace for Neville, but it matches his own temperament."

"Well, very resilient pace." Felix commented.

On the field, Byers was a little anxious. Although he is a friend, he is a candidate for warriors. He increased the output of magic power, and his wand threw bright arcs.

But Neville had been like a stubborn rock, hard against his attacks. He was still muttering something silently in his mouth, "Stable as a rock, light as a flying feather, as still as a pool of water, moving like a spring thunder..." He occasionally jumped out boldly, shaking out a red light, scaring Byers. A jump, and then he hid himself again.

The magical barrier in front of Neville shattered six or seven times, but he narrowly pulled it back up each time.

Yuria was lost in thought, and the wine in Wilkinson's hand seemed to have lost its appeal. Bethney anxiously watched her brother get into a hard fight and asked inexplicably, "What's going on? Why did Byers attack? Don't you break the child's defense?"

"Byers didn't use destructive spells, that's one reason. In addition..." Wilkinson said hesitantly: "The boy's steps are good and he is very handsome. And the iron armor spell is really good, he All of his tactics revolve around this spell. I have seen at least thirteen or four kinds of techniques, each of which is very targeted." He poured himself a sip of wine, laughed twice, "haha", and then Watching intently.

"This is also a test for Byers, he should learn to use his brain."

After ten minutes of stalemate, Byers finally found the key to breaking the game. Clusters of bright flames flew from the tip of his staff, condensed into a big fuzzy bird, and rushed towards Neville.

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Neville urgently cast a second layer of Iron Armor for himself to block the flames firmly.

"Wow!" Ron looked at Neville in surprise, his impression of Neville seemed to be reshaped.

The flaming bird broke through the first barrier, and then slammed into the second iron armor curse, almost knocking himself apart. But Byers waved his wand again and again, and the big flame bird reconvened, this time bypassing the front and flying around from the side.

Neville simply conceded defeat.

"You can hold on for a while." Byers came over and shook his hand solemnly.

Neville shook his head, "You've already found the flaw," he said, rubbing his head naively, "Actually, Dad has formulated other tactics for me, but I can't use it now."

"Well, it looks like you have a good dad." Byers said helplessly.

Neville grinned back with a broad smile.

Next, the students of Ilvermorny got serious. They suddenly realized that these students, who were on average two or three years younger than them, were not so easy to deal with. They take turns to play, actively picking opponents. At the same time, he followed the orders of Professor Wilkinson and the practice of Byers, and did not use black magic and powerful spells. However, with a bit higher magic and spellcasting skills, Susan Burns, Emileche, and Shabini were quickly defeated one after another, and Ilvermorny's students finally breathed a sigh of relief, and these people also Not quite as tough as Neville.

It's not that Neville is strong, but that his tactics are quite restrained against skilled opponents.

Draco's performance is also very good. He has a relationship with a witch in Ilvermorny. The powerful spell he used in the third-year duel match almost made a contribution, but the serious Ilvermorny student deserves it. It is a carefully selected reserve warrior, and any one selected at random has the level of a novice Auror.

If you switch positions and let the students at Hogwarts take the initiative to attack, the students of Ilvermorny will drain their magic power.

...

Harry was a little anxious as his companions were picked away one by one. Why not choose him?

Is it because he is short? Looking weak?

He stared at Astoria, and the little girl was also puffed up - no one looked at her at all, and she had worked hard to stand at the front.

Harry suddenly felt a little congested.

Even Hermione came in. Her opponent was the wizard with the surname "Grevis". Graves smiled and said, "I have heard your name many times these days, Miss Know-it-all?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, the tone of his voice was unkind.

"Can we start?" She raised her wand calmly.

"Of course." Graves grinned.

"Whoosh!"

A silent disarming spell flew out quickly, and Graves hurriedly jumped aside, looking at her in surprise.

"Is this your best spell? Many people don't understand that a single silent spell doesn't do much."

Hermione said with a stern face, "You'll know." She waved her wand again and again, and spells flew out one after another, suppressing the opposite side in a short period of time, forcing Graves to hold up an arc-shaped magic barrier , wrap yourself completely.

Flitwick asked in surprise: "When did Granger master the Silent Spell? Also, she can apply it to multiple spells, it's not like she just mastered it."

Moody was silent, staring at Hermione's swift spellcasting. While thinking about his plan secretly in his heart, his magic eye fixedly looked at Ron with his mouth open.

Felix explained: "Her control of magic has always been outstanding, and when I asked her to write a paper on the dueling system, she made the Silent Spell a priority."

"why?"

"Her spell..." Felix thought for a while, then carefully chose the words and said: "It's quite normal, and it often surprises people in some details that reflect the control, but the power of the spell is not satisfactory."

Flitwick immediately understood what he meant, "It doesn't really matter, Granger's spellcasting is very stable, which is her greatest strength. When she becomes an adult, she can fully utilize her strengths and can choose compound spells... …Oh my God!"

In the open space, Graves broke the previous tacit understanding.

The black flames expanded, scattered into a dozen groups, and hung in the air. As his wand slashed like a sharp blade, those flames suddenly fell from the sky.

Hermione propped up a magical barrier, and immediately felt the blazing temperature. Her hair was a little burnt. She realized that something was wrong, and ran away quickly. In a panic, she saw that the magical barrier was burned by black flames. big hole.

"what is this?"

"Devil Fire, I said that black magic is not allowed, especially such strong black magic." Wilkinson said in a deep voice: "Grevis is a little out of control, he cares too much about honor... We are ready and ready at any time. separate them."

Several professors approached at the same time, Flitwick said sharply: "We should stop this fight, this is beyond the scope of learning."

Felix said calmly: "I am in the same mood as you, Filius, but I trust Miss Granger."

More than a dozen black flames hit the ground, burning the grass to the ground, looking like the footprints of a devil descending from the sky. Hermione's eyes widened, and she avoided embarrassedly, while waving iron armor spells to resist.

Harry and Ron were in a hurry and wanted to rush up, but with the professor there, they reluctantly restrained their thoughts, watching the black flames that hit the ground turn into a twisted snake, coiled their bodies, and then surrounded her. past.

"What are the professors waiting for?" Harry asked incredulously, pulling out his wand, the tip of which gleamed. I asked myself: what magic should I use at this time? Disarm Charm, Stun Charm, Iron Armor Charm, or Patronus?

It didn't seem to work... He simply pointed his wand at the "Grevis" and wondered if he should curse at him.

Hermione wasn't too flustered, she still had the last trump card. She glanced at Felix, who nodded at her. So she stopped and let the black flames surround her, her fingertips gleaming with golden light.

Wilkinson had raised his wand, and Bethney handed her wand to Yuria, "Quick!" Then, they heard an unfamiliar incantation from the girl's mouth.

Golden flames poured down from Hermione's palm. Compared with the small flame displayed in the ancient Rune office more than a month ago, it has now grown into a giant. The golden flames rushed around like a flood, colliding with the black flames that rushed towards her. The black flames collapsed at the touch and were stirred into pieces.

Graves' expression froze on his face.

The golden flame kept shrinking, and finally a huge golden firebird flew out. It was much more refined than the magic that Byers had outlined before. The golden flame dragged on the tail feathers of the firebird, and a cluster of white flames burned above its head. The flame is like a phoenix.

The firebird let out a long, high-pitched cry, and in just a moment, the golden firebird appeared in front of the dumbfounded Graves, a foot away from him, his hair curled into ashes, and a long golden beak reflected in his pupils. .

"This is what I want to see." In the silence, Felix nodded and said with satisfaction.

...

Graves was pulled away, his expression was a little lost, and there was lingering fear in his eyes as he left.

Professor Wilkinson walked over in a little silence and apologized to several professors at Hogwarts: "Grevis... he takes this hegemony too seriously, he is burdened with the hopes of many people, and wants to make The family is restored to glory..."

"Graves?" Flitwick repeated. "That name sounds familiar."

"The descendants of the Twelve Aurors, like me, have made me empathize with him and relax my custody of him." Wilkinson said: "More than seventy years ago, there was a scandal in the American wizarding world. Magic Congress's security chief, Percival Graves, was impersonated," he explained glumly, "and caused a huge mess and almost exposed the entire American wizarding world."

"Is someone impersonated?" Several professors looked over.

"It's very secretive," Wilkinson whispered. "Few outsiders know about it."

"Who was he impersonating?" Felix asked with interest.

"Grindelwald." Wilkinson said only one last name, but everyone in the room knew who he was referring to.

"It has something to do with Grindelwald!" Flitwick said in surprise, "Then that kid just now..."

"Victor Percival Graves," Wilkinson said. "Percival Graves is his grandfather, and that's why he has a mental problem, and I can guarantee that if he gets into trouble again, I'll send him back."

Several professors said nothing. It was an accident in itself, a student fouled, and no one else could be blamed. What's more, the students of Hogwarts didn't suffer, but it was Graves, who was afraid that there would be a lot of psychological shadows.

Not only him, the other Ilvermorny students were shocked, staring at Hermione. In their hearts, this unkempt witch has become one of the students who must not be provoked.

Even before Professor Wilkinson left, he deliberately asked, "That little girl... You don't plan to make her a warrior, do you?"

"No, she's not old enough," Felix said.

Wilkinson learned about Dumbledore's age limit from Flitwick, and he praised it. "I think it's necessary... Yes, it's necessary. The Warriors are under a lot of psychological pressure. It's best not to let students who are too young participate..."