Connor's Hogwarts

"The lower plate is unstable!"

"Snapped!"

"Watch your breathing!"

"Ouch!"

"Sword! Hold your sword tightly!"

"Ahhh!"

"哐——!" The sword blades were handed over.

"Bang!" A figure flew out and hit the tree trunk.

"Clatter--" The leaves also rustled.

Hogwarts, on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, in a small forest rarely visited by people, two people were fighting passionately.

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

"The Strongest Wizard" Gandalf waved his huge staff and knocked away Harry, the "Savior" who was holding the wooden sword. After rolling several times in the air, the wooden sword was inserted straight into the onto the land in front of Harry.

Gandalf put his wand on the ground and spoke 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 once you lose your weapon, you are at your mercy. Now, stand up and hold on to your sword."

Harry leaned against the tree trunk, gasping for air. Harry today was completely different from the bean sprouts he had been when he entered school a year ago.

Regular work and rest, adequate nutrition, massive exercise, and 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 proven that heredity is not the only factor that determines height. Even wizards must abide by this natural law.

Today's Harry is much taller than the young wizards of the same age. From the outside, it may not be obvious, but under his loose wizard robes, he has a huge pectoralis major and eight A scary body with scary abs.

Every muscle in his body was filled with explosive power, so much so that even after he was thrown onto a tree stump, he could stand up as if nothing had happened and once again grasped the hilt of the heavy wooden sword in front of him.

"Come again! Teacher 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. Ahem, sword practice.

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

"Bang!"

Harry was knocked away by Gandalf again and fell to the ground in a panic.

Gandalf shook his head and said: "Harry, swordsmanship! It's the skill of using the sword! It's not just slashing randomly. Have you really taken the sword skills I taught you to heart?"

Harry's white shirt was covered with dirt stains. He lay on his back on the ground, his chest heaving violently: "Teacher Gandalf, I have memorized the sword skills, but I can't use them. When fighting, all I can think about is The thought of [cutting hard] has come to my mind.”

Although Harry was knocked to the ground, his expression did not appear depressed. From the corners of his mouth, it could be seen that he was in a good mood or that Harry was actually very happy.

Every charge, every slash, every time he was knocked away only made Harry feel more and more excited. Harry seemed to feel his blood burning in his chest. Yes, he was not frustrated at all. , he was enjoying the battle, not even Quidditch could bring him such pure joy.

"..." Gandalf touched his beard and said: "Harry, maybe you are not suitable for learning this set of sword skills. Well, from today on, you don't have to spar with me."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Harry sat up in shock and yelled, "Why! Master, aren't you going to teach me sword skills!?"

"Of course you can teach." Gandalf walked to the big tree nearby, knocked on the tree with his staff, and said, "But your opponent is no longer me, but this tree."

"This tree?"

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

Harry looked at the big tree that couldn't be enclosed by the two of them even if they hugged each other, then looked at the serious-looking teacher, and said blankly: "Teacher, are you kidding me?"

"I'm not joking."

"With a wooden sword?"

"Use a wooden sword."

"Cut off?"

"Cut."

"Teacher, you don't want me as a student, right?" Harry cried sadly, feeling that Teacher Gandalf decided to give up on him because of his poor talent.

"Harry, I don't mean to make things difficult for you. I just think that compared to the complicated sword skills of Gryffindor, or this simpler path, it 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 swordsmanship, do you think you can really defeat a wizard with the sword in your hand?" ?”

"Uh," Harry scratched his head and replied honestly, "Probably. No. No matter how good my swordsmanship is, if someone casts a stun spell on me, won't I still have to fall down?"

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

"." You should retort. Harry was a little discouraged. In fact, Harry also understood that using swordsmanship against magic would definitely lead to defeat. Only magic can deal with magic.

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

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, take out your wand and shoot at me."

"Eh?" Harry looked at Gandalf in surprise, but seeing the old man's serious expression, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He took out the wand tied to his calf from his trousers and pointed forward, "Teacher, then... I want Cum."

"bring it on."

Harry took a breath and chose a magic he was familiar with: "Petrificus totalus! [Petrificus]"

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

"Be careful—! Uh."

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

"Go on, Harry."

Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise, but apart from the surprise, what he felt even stronger in his heart was excitement!

"Teacher, be careful! I'm coming!"

Harry waved his wand, summoned almost all the magic he knew, and fired more than a dozen magic beams at Gandalf. However, without exception, these magics were all "smashed" away by Gandalf easily. Harry's magic couldn't hurt him at all!

Harry excitedly approached Gandalf, as excited as a child who saw his grandfather buying 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 kind grandfather-like smile: "Of course you can. This is just a magic use technique. Anyone can use it as long as you master it. Of course you can too."

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

Gandalf patted Harry on the shoulder, but did not answer his question directly, "Harry, don't hold the sword and just think about killing people. You are essentially a wizard, not a swordsman. Don't forget This is putting the cart before the horse..."

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

“It’s the magic that makes us special.”

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

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

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

"You know a hammer..." Gandalf sighed: "I mean, when you hold the sword, don't forget that you are a wizard, 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 just used is essentially converted from magic power. Since it is magic power, it can be affected by magic power, so your magic can be affected by me. Blocking it, this is not a powerful ability, even the most ordinary Auror can do this easily..."

Harry pretended to listen carefully, but his mind was filled with thoughts of a bright future in which he would defeat all the magic and fight out the rebels with one sword.

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

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

"Magic power does not have to be converted into a spell to be useful. If you can flexibly control magic power - just as flexibly as controlling magic power to retrieve objects from the air, then you can also do the same -"

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

Then under Harry's dull eyes, he saw an invisible shock wave spread out with the two people as the center of the circle. The surrounding ground was shattered inch by inch, spreading like an earthquake, and did not move until more than ten meters away.

The place where the two were standing sank dozens of centimeters under this blow! How powerful this was, Harry, who was used to the effect of the "unwavering" spell, was shocked.

Gandalf, who became slightly more transparent, touched his beard and said calmly: "Harry, are you confident in cutting down that big tree now?"

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

I'm busy at work, so I'll update as the occasion arises (っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)