A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 283 Duel Competition
Felix walked towards classroom No. [-] with the candy box, still thinking about the question he asked Dumbledore just now.

Neither he nor Dumbledore were easily persuaded.It is not an easy task to convince them that Sirius is innocent with one story.

Both of them are masters of Legilimency. Although they are rarely used at ordinary times, they will not hesitate at critical moments.

The difference is that he is not familiar with Sirius, and many things are based on hearsay, so he needs to confirm the problem of Occlumency with Dumbledore.

Since Sirius is not good at Occlumency, his words are very credible.

……

Felix walked to a secluded corridor, opened the candy box, and the shrunken Sirius sat on the candy pile, holding a small piece of cauldron cake in his hand, and asked blankly, "Are we there?"

"Not yet—some preparations need to be made, you probably don't want to meet Severus, and Harry still carries a looking glass to guard against you, these need to be resolved."

"How to do?"

Felix didn't speak. He touched a few candies in the box with his wand, and they were transformed into a set of full-body armor under the effect of magic. The style was very similar to the armor in Hogwarts Castle, and even had a closed helmet.

"Put it on," he said to Sirius.

"I like your idea." Sirius couldn't wait to put on a new outfit for himself, and tried to move his body, "I feel like I have become a real knight, but I still lack a knight sword."

Felix complied with his request, transforming the licorice wand into a knightly sword.

Sirius was wearing a well-blocked armor, and deftly swung the long sword in his hand.If you ignore that he is only the size of a palm, he really has the style of a medieval classical knight.

"It looks like a knight magic puppet, and I can introduce you to other professors. Next, I will think about how to shield the looking glass..."

Layers of magic glow began to emerge from the armor on Sirius' body.Finally, in the place of the eyes of his helmet, Felix gave Sirius his choice of black or red, and he chose red.

As a result, the knight's eyes were covered with a layer of scarlet smoke, making him look a bit more sinister and majestic.

Nine forty in the morning.

Felix walked into classroom No. [-]. There was a lot of voices inside, and hundreds of people gathered around a large open space, discussing enthusiastically.

The open space was artificially divided into seven grids, and each grid had a different terrain, including flat land, woods, hillside, rocky beach, swamp, labyrinth of twists and turns, and a small piece of ice.

On the east side with the best view, stands a high platform with a row of seats.Flitwick and Snape had already arrived. Besides the two permanent professors of the dueling class, some other professors came over on their own initiative. They spontaneously conjured up chairs with excited and expectant expressions on their faces.

Felix walked to the high platform and put the palm-sized knight on the table casually. He greeted enthusiastically, "Felius, Severus...Professor Lupine, are you here too?"

"I'm here to join in the fun," said Lupine. "I didn't have these novelties when I was at school."

Snape said slowly: "But you also have a rich extracurricular life, wandering around, causing trouble..."

Lupine said euphemistically: "Looking back at our young selves, aren't we all ignorant fools?"

Sirius on the table dragged his closed armor and "clicked" to move. He swung his long sword violently, as if protesting Lupine's statement.

Flitwick was about to change the subject, his eyes kept searching around, and his eyes lit up when he saw the 'Knight': "Felix, can this magic puppet of yours move by itself?"

Felix smiled and said: "It was a long time ago, I tried to make them handle some simple tasks, uh... freed my assistant from grading homework, she no longer needs to consolidate these simple tasks." knowledge."

"Miss Granger?" Lupine asked. "She's a very bright witch and does well in her classes."

Flitwick looked at the knight on the table, Sirius was so nervous that his movements were deformed, but this was more like a rusty metal doll.

"Did I read it wrong? I actually saw embarrassment from its movements..."

Felix took out some magic puppets from the ring and distributed them to the professors. "I tried to make them understand some simple commands. The principle is similar to magic portraits, but the effect is not good. I need your opinions."

He held the 'Knight' in his hand calmly, shook it, and faced Flitwick's puzzled expression, he explained: "This guy is not very smart..."

The time soon came to ten o'clock, and Percy and Penello stood in the middle of the open space. Percy was very excited, and he lost two of his voice, "Gentlemen and ladies, this duel competition is organized by the Student Council Undertaker, I, Percy Weasley, and Penelope Clearwater will be responsible for maintaining order."

"First, let me provide some basic information: there are a total of 218 contestants, and they will compete randomly on seven different venues. There will be seven games at the same time, starting from the first grade."

Penelope Clearwater said: "You all know the rules. What I want to say is that the professors will comment on some wonderful duels, or make a sound to remind violations. Please everyone must follow the rules, especially the use of black magic is strictly prohibited .”

She glanced around with a sense of majesty, and Percy cleared his throat beside him, "Yes, that's it."

"Those who read their names come to me to draw lots to choose the terrain. Once the terrain is settled, your opponent will also be determined."

The crowd erupted in cheers like a tsunami, Harry gripped his wand nervously, his heart was about to burst, his blood was rushing wildly.But the people around him seemed more nervous than him, Ron's lips were trembling, and Hermione kept muttering.He took a step closer and heard her quickly reciting the dueling system paper that had just been revised for the third time.

Draco Malfoy, who was facing Harry, was paler than usual. His two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, kept swallowing, and Goyle was choking on his own saliva and coughing.

Draco frowned, walked to the other side, and when Harry came into view, he smiled maliciously - at least Harry thought so, and his nervousness was surprisingly calmed down.

He'd be more than happy to give Malfoy a full blown face if given the chance.

The game officially started.

The competition in the first grade was quite boring. Except for one student who successfully cast a curse, which received sparse applause, most of the rest of the students held their faces and kept chanting invalid spells.

After only three rounds of competition, it came to the final game. A cute little girl won the championship of the first grade.

Next came the competition of the second grade. Ginny simply used the stun spell to bring down the opponent, and then won a few more victories, successfully winning the championship.

"Ginny is already this good?" said Ron in surprise.

"Yeah, it's not really a surprise, she has been following us to participate in group activities." Harry said.

Percy's serious voice came—

"There are quite a lot of third graders, the first group of fourteen people, Millicent Burst, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass... Blaise Zabini, Justin Fenrieri , these contestants please come on stage."

Hermione walked tremblingly to the front, and was almost tripped by Neville. She moved to the lottery, and unexpectedly found that other people behaved similarly to her. On a ball of cotton.

Hermione drew a rocky beach terrain, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If she picked the ice surface, she couldn't fight, and she couldn't even stand firmly.

With fourteen third-years in place, Percy announced in a drawn-out voice, "The duel begins—"

Daphne Greengrass stood opposite Hermione. The two were old rivals, but the previous dispute was only limited to magic puppets, and this was the first time that a real duel was happening now.

"Disarm!" Hermione shouted loudly, quickly flashing the contents of the dueling system paper in her mind, my shot speed is faster, she has to dodge, and then I will have the advantage...

But things were not as expected. Although Daphne was more than one step slower than her, she still insisted on shouting a spell: "Stunned!"

Hermione watched her disarming spell hit Daphne, and her wand came out of her hand, spinning and flying towards her, but at the same time, a red spell flew past her hair, hitting her on the stone next to it.

Hermione was stunned for a few seconds, subconsciously grabbed the flying wand, saw Daphne's angry face, and realized that she had won, but Hermione didn't feel the joy of victory at all, she couldn't help leaning over and whispering: "Why don't you hide? You should hide..."

Daphne gave her a sideways glance, "Why should I hide?"

"But, but—" Hermione's mind was full of question marks, "Your shot speed is not as fast as mine, according to reason—"

"Whose reason? You use the Disarming Curse, I use the Stunning Curse, as long as it hits you, I win."

Hermione still wanted to continue to refute that she was too risky and meaningless in actual combat, but Percy had already reminded the students who had finished the competition to leave the field as soon as possible, she glared at Daphne, and rushed down angrily.

Back in the crowd at Gryffindor House, Hermione was still saying indignantly, "She's playing with luck, I don't believe she would dare to do that in actual combat—"

Harry persuaded: "Actually, what she said is quite reasonable. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for her to win you. On the contrary, if her strategy is successful——"

He kept his mouth shut, because Hermione looked like a lion with shattered fur.

"Next, the second group came up to the names - Draco Malfoy, Seamus Finnigan, Ron Weasley, Gregory Goyle..."

"We'll watch the game," said Harry, "and it's my turn soon."

But the second group still didn't have Harry's name, so he could only wait patiently. In this group, there was an accident. A little wizard spelled the wrong spell, and a pair of snail tentacles grew on his opponent's head. Crying, "What spell do you want to use?"

Madam Pomfrey walked over quickly, she observed for a moment and said, "You won't recover until at least three hours later, child."

The little wizard touched the tentacles on his head, and it didn't seem so bad: "Can I stay here to watch the game, Madam Pomfrey? I don't want to go to the school hospital."

Madam Pomfrey looked at him wonderingly, "It's fine, but you're not afraid of being laughed at—"

"Then it's fine."

After drinking the potion, the boy returned to his academy excitedly, and showed his new headgear to his companions. Surprises and envious eyes erupted around him.

Ron also returned triumphantly, and he said with satisfaction: "Actually, my first spell failed, but I hid behind a rock, and Goyle stood there stupidly, and was bound into a dumpling by my next spell..."

"Next, the third group - Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Vincent Crabbe, Ernie MacMillan, Harry Potter..."

The duel competition was in full swing, and when it came to the rematch stage of the third grade, even the senior students couldn't help but look seriously.

"Who's that little round face? He's been fighting with Potter."

"I don't know, it seems to pop up all of a sudden."

"It should be Potter's friends, look how happy they are laughing."

"I have the impression that I saw him in Potter's dueling study group..."

In the final of the third grade, Harry looked at Draco opposite him in surprise, "I didn't expect you to stand here, Malfoy." They won the forest field, and a dozen ancient trees were scattered around.

Draco grinned: "You should see how I taught that Weasley a lesson, with my newfound magic."

Harry glanced back at Ron, who sat dizzily on the ground with a dazed expression, and looked somewhat similar to Luna.

"The game begins—" Percy was already a little tired, and the voice was Penello's cold voice.

Harry instinctively took a step to the side, and a silent disarming spell flew out at the same time, the first spell didn't ask for power, he wanted to get the upper hand.Draco then backed away, hiding himself behind an already solid-looking tree trunk, "Potter - tongue and throat!"

Harry jumped out of the way, and the spell went astray as far as it could go.He estimated the distance and counterattacked with the Imprisonment Curse. A magic rope flew over and wrapped tightly around the tree trunk.He heard Draco grunt, and just about to step forward, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

He quickly cast an Armor Charm on himself, "Armor protection!" he shouted, and an invisible barrier formed in front of him, blocking Draco's carefully prepared spell.

"Pendulum strike!"

"Boom!"

A heavy bell rang, and Harry felt that he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and the magic barrier was torn open like a spider's web.Even hiding behind the Iron Armor Curse, he was affected, his ears buzzing and trembling.

He endured the discomfort and stared at the opposite side with wide eyes. After more than ten seconds, his vision became clear again.

'Is Ron under the spell?Even if it is blocked, it will still make people dizzy for a short time, like being hit by a big pendulum in the clock tower. '

Harry looked at Draco who hid behind the tree and released the 'big pendulum' from time to time, and couldn't help feeling anxious.He quickly closed the distance between the two, a flash of red light, slightly off, almost hit him, Harry startled, dodged behind a tree, the field fell silent.

"Malfoy, didn't you want me to see your new magic? I did see it, need I remind you, I just thought of construction workers, they are holding a sledgehammer and knocking around... "

Harry squatted halfway, waited for two seconds, and released the Iron Armor Curse ahead of time. Sure enough, a red light flew over and was stopped!

He didn't even think about it, walked out of the protective range of the Iron Armor Curse, Draco was leaning half of his body, an exaggerated red beam shot out from Harry's wand, and hit Draco's chest straight.

Draco was sent flying, hit a tree, rolled his eyelids, and passed out without a word.

"Won!"

Harry shouted excitedly. This battle was much more difficult than he expected. The biggest reason was the limited terrain. His spells were not powerful enough to destroy a tree with a diameter of three feet, and his advantage could not be fully utilized.

He thought of the advice given to him by Professor Haipu - mastering more magic means being able to calmly face different situations.He couldn't help thinking: If he had mastered the Explosion Curse and the Blazing Curse proficiently, would he be able to solve the battle more easily?

He knew what he was going to do next.

"Wonderful!"

The students onlookers held their breaths, admiring this high-level duel, until the result came out, and they burst into warm applause and cheers.

Harry scratched his head and raised his head to look at the referee's seat. Lupine smiled at him, Snape looked down at him with a blank expression on his face, Professor Flitwick was very excited, Professor Haip smiled lightly, and there was another The steel puppet was waving vigorously at him, no, swinging a sword.

Is that the professor's new magic puppet?
Harry held back the joy in his heart, tried not to let the corners of his mouth grin too exaggeratedly, and waved as well.

　Congratulations on the birth of the fifth leader of this book, and thanks for the reward from the leader whose six sons are afraid of water. This is the master himself, the author of "Shao Song".

　　PS: This chapter is 4600 words, for the sake of the coherence of the plot, it was not disassembled and developed.

　　
　
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