Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 420 Harry's Swordsmanship Lesson

"The footing is unstable!"

"Snapped!"

"Pay attention to breathing!"

"Ouch!"

"Sword! Hold your sword tight!"

"Ahhh!"

"Kuuuuuuuuuu!" The sword blades handed over.

"Boom!" A figure flew upside down and hit the tree trunk.

"Clatter——" the leaves also rustled.

Hogwarts, on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, in a grove that few people visit, two people are fighting passionately.

Although they were in a famous magic school, what they competed in was not magic, but swordsmanship.

"The Mightiest Mage" Gandalf waved his huge staff, and knocked the "Savior of the World" Harry, who was holding the wooden sword, into the air. onto the ground in front of Harry.

Gandalf put his staff on the ground and said slowly: "Harry, remember, never let go of your weapon at any time. When you pick up the wand, you are a wizard. When you raise the sword, You are a warrior, but when you lose your weapon you are at the mercy of others. Now stand up and hold your sword."

Harry leaned against the tree trunk, gasping for breath. Harry now looks very different from the bean sprouts he had when he entered school a year ago.

Regular work and rest, sufficient nutrition, a lot of exercise, and it happened to be the best time for physical development. Under the influence of various factors, Harry's body has undergone earth-shaking changes in this year.

Science has proved that heredity is not the only factor in determining height, and even wizards have to abide by this natural law.

Today's Harry is taller than the young wizards of the same age. It may not be obvious from the outside, but under his wide wizard robe, there is a man with huge pectoralis major and eighth. Scary body with scary abs.
Every muscle in his body was filled with explosive force, so that he was thrown from the tree stump, and he stood up as if nothing had happened, and regained his grip on the hilt of the thick wooden sword in front of him.
"Come again! Mr. Gandalf!" Harry roared angrily, and the two fought fiercely again.

After a year of basic training, starting from this semester, Gandalf finally began to officially teach Harry Gryffindor swordsmanship. Gandalf asked Harry to come to this small forest to fight with him every evening except weekends. Cough cough, practice sword.

But after a few days of training, he found that Harry didn't seem to have much talent in swordsmanship.

"Oh!"

Harry was knocked away by Gandalf again, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Gandalf shook his head and said, "Harry, swordsmanship! It's the skill of using the sword! It's not about chopping all over the place. Have you really memorized the sword skills I taught you?"

Harry's white shirt was covered with mud stains. He lay on his back on the ground, his chest heaving violently: "Mr. Gandalf, I memorized the sword skills, but I couldn't use them. When I was fighting, all I could think about was [Chop hard] this thought."

Although Harry was knocked down to the ground, his expression didn't look depressed. From the corner of his mouth, it could be seen that he was in a good mood now or that Harry was actually very happy.

Every charge, every slash, every time being knocked into the air only made Harry feel more and more excited, Harry seemed to feel his blood burning in his chest, yes, he was not depressed at all , he was enjoying fighting, and even Quidditch couldn't bring him such pure joy.

"." Gandalf stroked his beard and said, "Harry, maybe you are not suitable for learning this set of swordsmanship. How about it, from today onwards, you don't have to practice against me anymore."

"Hey hey----!!!" Harry sat up in surprise on the spot, and shouted loudly: "Why! Teacher, aren't you going to teach me sword skills!?"

"Of course you can teach." Gandalf stepped to the side of the big tree, tapped the big tree with his stick, and said, "But your opponent is no longer me, but this tree."

"This tree?"

"Yes, from now on, you will come here to chop this tree every evening. When you cut this tree, I will fight you again."

Harry looked at the big tree that couldn't be surrounded by the two of them, and then at the teacher with a serious face, and said in a daze, "Teacher, are you joking?"

"I'm not joking."

"With a wooden sword?"

"Use a wooden sword."

"Cut off?"

"Cut off."

"... Teacher, you don't want me as a student, don't you?" Harry cried sadly, thinking that Mr. Gandalf decided to give up himself after seeing his poor talent.

"Harry, I didn't mean to make things difficult for you, I just think that compared to the complicated Gryffindor swordsmanship, or this simpler path is more suitable for you."

Gandalf put his hands behind his back, looked into Harry's eyes, and said, "Harry, tell me, if one day you really master the Gryffindor sword technique, do you think you can really defeat a wizard with the sword in your hand? ?”

"Um..." Harry scratched his head, and replied honestly, "Shouldn't. No matter how good my swordsmanship is, wouldn't I still have to fall when someone else casts a stun spell?"

Gandalf narrowed his eyes and nodded: "Very well, you are very self-aware."

"." You should refute. Harry is a little discouraged. In fact, Harry also understands that using swordsmanship against magic is sure to be defeated. Only magic can deal with magic.

At the beginning, he was just ignorant and didn't know much about magic, and he was fascinated by the violent aesthetics of Gandalf and Saber, so he chose this path. Later, after practicing, he found that he had fallen in love with it. Exercise, there is no psychological barrier to learning swordsmanship by yourself...

Looking back now, it seems that I was really not doing my job properly.
Gandalf stepped back a few meters, stood still, and said to Harry, "Come on, take out your wand and shoot at me."

"Huh?" Harry looked at Gandalf in surprise, but seeing the serious expression on the old man's face, he didn't dare to ask any further questions. He took out the wand tied to his calf from under his trousers and pointed it forward, "Teacher, then... I want to Oh shot."

"bring it on."

Harry took a breath, and chose a magic that he was fairly familiar with: "Petrificus totalus! 【All Petrification】"

A magic beam shot straight at Gandalf, but in Harry's eyes, his teacher stood there, motionless, as if he hadn't reacted at all.

"Be careful——! Er."

Harry had just yelled, when he saw Gandalf lightly raised the wand in his hand, and the magic beam obediently changed its trajectory and flew away to the side.

"Go on, Harry."

Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise, but apart from surprise, what he felt more intensely was excitement!
"Teacher, be careful! I'm coming!"

Harry waved his wand, shouted almost all the magic he knew, and shot more than a dozen magic beams at Gandalf in a row, but without exception, all of these magics were easily "smashed" by Gandalf. Harry's magic can't hurt him at all!
Harry moved to Gandalf excitedly, like a child who saw his grandfather buy candied haws home, "Teacher teacher! What kind of magic is this! What kind of magic is this!? Can I learn it too!?"

Gandalf showed a kindly grandfather-like smile: "Of course, this is just a magic technique. Anyone can use it as long as they master it. Of course you can too."

"Teacher! I want to learn this!" Harry's eyes were full of dazzling stars.

Gandalf patted Harry on the shoulder, but didn't answer his question directly, "Harry, don't hold a sword and just think about cutting people, you are essentially a wizard, not a swordsman, don't forget After this point, the cart has been turned upside down..."

"What is the essence of a wizard? It's magic power!"

"It's the magic that sets us apart."

Gandalf pointed to the wand in Harry's hand, and asked: "Harry, the wand is just a tool, a tool we use to facilitate casting spells. This tool is not irreplaceable, just like Egyptian wizards never use wands, they rely on rings. To cast spells, wizards in the Far East don’t use magic wands, they don’t even have fixed tools for casting spells…”

"So, the sword in your hand can also be your wand, just like Gryffindor back then, his portable sword was his wand, do you understand what I mean?"

"I see!" Harry replied excitedly loudly: "You mean I want to learn to cast magic with a sword, and then become a magic swordsman, right?"

"You know a hammer..." Gandalf sighed. "I mean, don't forget that you are a wizard when you hold the sword, you are a wizard! Don't just think about slashing with brute force!"

"..." Harry didn't understand, but he didn't dare to speak.

Gandalf paused the staff in his hand: "Magic, the magic you used just now is essentially converted from magic power. Since it is magic power, it can be affected by magic power, so your magic can be controlled by me. Blocking it, this is not a powerful ability, even the most ordinary Auror can easily do this..."

Harry pretended to listen carefully, but his mind was full of the bright future that he would kill all the magic and kill the chaos army by himself.

"Magic power is the foundation of wizards. The familiarity and control ability of magic power will determine the upper limit of a wizard's ability. Those powerful wizards have a very powerful magic power control ability, and I let you cut down trees. I want you to learn it. That's it."

"Huh?" Harry saw Gandalf raise his wand high.

"Magic power doesn't have to be turned into a spell to be useful. If you can flexibly control magic power—as flexible as controlling magic power to extract objects from space, then you can also do the same—"

"Boom!" The wand in Gandalf's hand sank fiercely and hit the ground, making a loud sound of a heavy object falling from a high altitude.

Then, under Harry's dull gaze, he saw an invisible shock wave spreading out with the two of them as the center, and the surrounding ground actually shattered inch by inch, spreading like an earthquake, and it didn't move until it was more than ten meters away.

Under this blow, the place where the two were standing sank tens of centimeters!How powerful this was, Harry, who was used to the effect of the spell "Smooth Waves", was stunned.

Gandalf, who had become slightly transparent, stroked his beard and said calmly, "Harry, are you confident to cut down that big tree now?"

Harry's gaze was firmer than ever before, and he nodded fiercely: "I understand! Teacher! I will definitely be able to cut down this tree! Definitely!"

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