Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

How to respond in the face of danger?

At Hogwarts?

Is it necessary?

Still, it sounds very practical!

The young wizards looked at each other, and then one by one looked at Snape with shining eyes.

In their expectant gazes, Snape said unhurriedly.

"Originally, these things should have been taught by your Sprout professor, but now it seems that he has absolutely no ability to do so."

"Oh ~ ~" A suppressed murmur came from the crowd.

The Sprout professor?

This must be mocking Professor Quirrell!

After all, he was the only one in Hogwarts who reeked of garlic.

Harry and Ron exchanged a look, and they both saw a hint of excitement in each other's eyes.

To be honest, before coming to Hogwarts, Harry was full of expectations for this place. He thought that every professor here was very skilled, just like Professor Snape.

Unexpectedly, the appearance of Professor Quirrell completely shattered his fantasy.

Every class, Professor Quirrell just stuttered and read the textbook, without any novelty at all, just like he was muddling through the days.

Even if the little wizards slept in his class, he didn't care at all, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

In this regard, he preferred Professor Snape, because although Professor Snape was strict in Potions class, he really wanted the students to learn something real.

Hearing Snape's sarcasm, Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, wanting to remind him. But after thinking about Professor Quirrell's terrible performance, she didn't say anything after all.

"I want to remind everyone that life is not a dueling club. When encountering danger, those scum-like dark wizards will not abide by any etiquette."

Snape turned a blind eye to the reaction from the audience and continued in his emotionless voice.

"So, the first spell I recommend you master is the Screaming Spell or the Alarm Spell. Many dark wizards are like rats in the sewer. The slightest movement can scare them into running away with their heads in their hands."

"Next, you need to master the Shield Charm. Remember to carry your protective badges with you. After all, many dark wizards like to sneak attacks. With it, you will have a chance to fight back or escape."

"Finally," Snape paused, his voice no longer bland, but became much more serious, "If avoidance is impossible, then don't hesitate, strike first and gain the upper hand."

"Someone once told me a famous saying," Snape glanced faintly in Sebastian's direction, "It's better to strike first than to suffer later."

"Remember one thing, it's better to suffer in Azkaban than to have your loved ones shed tears in front of your grave."

Snape spoke eloquently, sharing his experiences bit by bit.

Professor McGonagall wanted to interrupt Snape's speech several times. She always felt that some things should not be something that young wizards should be exposed to now.

She hesitated for a long time, and every time she opened her mouth, she thought of the decorations in the corridor on the fourth floor of Hogwarts.

Forget it!

The magical world is starting to become unstable again.

It's not a bad thing for the little ones to know these things in advance.

"Professor Snape!" A Slytherin student asked boldly, "If you strike first, what suggestions do you have?"

"Suggestions?" Snape's lips curled into a smile, "Use your most proficient attack spells, and launch a saturated attack in an instant, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe."

"Next, I will ask Professor Swann to help demonstrate the quick-attack style for everyone."

"Low-grade little wizards, pay attention. When you have fewer spells to master, this will be the most suitable attack method for you."

Quick-attack style?

Harry's eyes lit up. He was familiar with this. He was currently using the quick-attack style.

He stared intently at the two professors on the arena. He wanted to see how far his level was from the professors.

Snape and Sebastian faced each other on the arena, their eyes as sharp as hawks.

"3 — — 2 — — 1, start!"

With an order, they waved their wands almost simultaneously, and saturated magic spells poured out like a rainstorm.

Snape waved his wand, and a powerful spell cut through the air. Sebastian casually deflected the spell, and then instantly counterattacked.

The flashing magic light illuminated the entire hall. They moved nimbly, using the simplest movements to dodge each other's attacks.

The two of them came and went, and the spells intertwined in the air, bursting out with dazzling light.

The little wizards stared intently at the arena, marveling at this visual feast. The speed of the spells was so fast that they didn't even dare to blink, lest they miss any wonderful moment.

Unlike the elegance of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, the only feeling these two professors gave everyone was — violence!

The straightforward attacks were both violent and precise, and every collision shocked their hearts.

Spells splashed on the arena. The two powerful wizards clashed in a fast but powerful way, showing the ultimate charm of magical duels.

As the duel progressed, the duel between Snape and Sebastian intensified, and the magic light on the arena became more and more dazzling.

Harry became more and more excited and more and more nervous. In his eyes, the battle between the two professors was too intense, and he did not want to see any professor get hurt.

Suddenly, Snape and Sebastian stopped at the same time, and the light on the arena gradually dissipated, returning to calm.

The hall was silent, followed by thunderous applause and cheers.

"Too cool, professor, really too cool!"

"Merlin's socks! Who said that the Muggle Studies professor can't fight!"

"Professor Snape is so strong? No wonder he has always wanted to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

"Don't stop! The winner hasn't been decided yet!"

For a time, the hall was in a mess, with all kinds of shouts emerging one after another.

Fred was so excited that he kept emphasizing to George that this was not the strongest strength of the two professors.

Harry clapped his hands red, staring at the two professors on the arena with burning eyes.

"See that, Ron, can't your eyes keep up with the speed of the spells? This is the real quick-attack style. This is the path that Professor Swann suggested to me."

"It's not just fast," Hermione shouted loudly to the two classmates, "The same spells are much more powerful when used by the professors. We also need to work hard on the power of the spells."

Sebastian stood on the arena and took a lot of effort to calm the little wizards down.

"Are you already eager to show off your skills?"

"Don't worry, even the most powerful dueling masters started by learning spells."

"Next, we will begin tonight's theme — the practice of the Petrification Charm."

"Pay attention to the movement of my wand," he said after seeing that the little wizards were all learning in a decent manner, "Remember its incantation 'Petrificus Totalus'."

Sebastian waved his wand, and a thick cushion appeared behind each little wizard.

"Two little wizards in a team, practice in groups."

"Start......"