Casting spells

Of course, whether Hogwarts or the British wizarding world is good or bad is insignificant in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

After going through an interesting opening ceremony, he closed the door again and locked himself in the room. No one knew what he was doing inside, but occasionally students and ghosts who passed by would hear weird noises and disturbing noises coming from inside. Uneasy silver light.

Many students even thought that the newly appointed professor of magic practice was a complete weirdo.

There was only one exception, and that was Draco Malfoy.

But he didn't explain anything to anyone, he just waited for the first magic practice class with great anticipation.

About two weeks later, Zhang Cheng finally walked out of the room, wearing a black light gown, and appeared in front of the students for the first time.

Due to teaching needs, he did not choose a spacious auditorium or classroom, but instead chose an outdoor lawn for the class.

The object of the class is none other than Slytherin House and Gryffindor House.

Seeing that the two sides were hostile to each other and the atmosphere was about to spark, he had a playful smile on his face, cleared his throat and said loudly: "Quiet! Maybe some of you know me, but most of you are strangers, but it's all It doesn't matter. Because what I will give you next is the most intense and exciting battle among all the courses."

"Fight...Fight?!" Hermione Granger, a good student, couldn't help crying out.

Looking at the girl's slightly immature face, Zhang Cheng smiled and nodded: "That's right! Fighting! Real fighting! It's not the dueling club you played in last semester. In this course, you may get injured, You will experience all kinds of pain and suffering, but I guarantee that as long as you persevere, you will become stronger. In addition, if someone is afraid and afraid, you can quit now, this is not a compulsory course, and it will not affect your final grades."

"Teach...Professor! Will people die?" Ron raised his hand and asked cautiously.

"Dead people? No, no, at most it's bloodshed and a few bones are broken. If you want to know more, you can ask Draco, he knows my teaching method very well." After that, Zhang Cheng gave Young Malfoy winked.

Without further ado, the latter opened his collar directly, revealing a three-centimeter-long scar that had just healed, and provocatively said with a sneer, "Did you see that? Weasley! This is the injury I got in training. If you dare Little scared, then hurry up and get out, the professor's training is not for waste."

"Afraid? I'm not afraid!" Ron retorted with a blushing face.

As we all know, children of twelve or thirteen years old, especially boys, usually put face above everything else, and even some courageous ones will do some dangerous stupid things.

So when he was provoked by the person he hated the most, he immediately reacted subconsciously.

"Very good! I'm looking forward to your performance, and I hope you and Potter won't cry in fright, as far as I know he was fainted by the dementor on the train, right?" Draco grinned Show a sarcastic smile.

He knew how hard the actual combat training was, and he almost didn't persevere at first.

Although the intensity may drop a lot if it is switched to the school's open class, it is definitely not something that a group of pampered students can bear.

"Malfoy, that's enough." Zhang Cheng decisively stopped Draco's behavior.

Because he had already seen that Albus Dumbledore, the little Zhang of Hogwarts, was already standing on a high window sill, looking down at the lawn from a high position, with several professors around him.

"As you wish, Professor." Little Malfoy put his hand on his chest and gracefully gave a noble salute.

After resolving the small conflict between the two, Zhang Cheng directly opened his arms, raised the supreme authority disguised as a magic wand in his hand, and instantly created hundreds of intangible illusions made entirely of energy on the playground.

"OOO!!! OMG!"

"Too...too great!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Is this the strength of the professor?!"

……

All of a sudden, every student exclaimed and screamed involuntarily, and the scene looked extremely chaotic.

In contrast, Dumbledore, who was standing on the high balcony of the castle, showed a rare smile, and said without looking back: "Well, am I right? A wizard with this level of spellcasting ability is It is impossible to be subordinate to anyone."

"I agree that he is an exceptionally powerful wizard, but I have reservations about whether he is in contact with the Dark Lord." Snape responded with a gloomy face.

"Prudence is a valuable quality, but it's not good to be too suspicious. Don't worry, I don't feel strong ambition and desire from him. He is not the same kind of person as Tom, at least not yet."

After saying this meaningful sentence, Dumbledore turned around and walked in the direction of the principal's office.

No one knows what is going on in his mind at this moment, let alone what he will do next...

Chapter 741 Magic Practice Lesson

"Quiet!"

"Everyone keep quiet!"

After shouting twice in a row, Zhang Cheng found that instead of the students showing any intention of calming down, the situation became more and more out of control.

Especially those senior girls, two or three boldly tried to rush over to take advantage of the chaos.

In desperation, he had no choice but to inject a little energy, which induced the supreme authority to resonate strongly with the surrounding air.

moment!

squeak! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

An eerie piercing sound echoed over the lawn!

Everyone who heard the sound involuntarily stopped all movements, covering their ears with a painful expression on their face.

As we all know, human beings are actually very sensitive to noise, especially the sound of some special frequencies, which can make people lose their combat effectiveness in a few seconds and become lambs to be slaughtered.

Seeing that the chaotic scene was suppressed, Zhang Cheng immediately canceled the noise made by the supreme authority, and warned with a blank face: "Remember, this is the first time, and I hope it will be the last time. If anyone dares to disrupt classroom discipline , I guarantee that he or she will pay a terrible price. Now, Draco, come up and demonstrate to everyone what actual combat training is."

"My pleasure, Professor."

Little Malfoy took two steps forward proudly, standing in front of his most familiar phantom, holding his wand tightly and bowing slightly, the phantom also bowed back.

The moment the latter got up, he immediately shouted at the fastest speed: "Tremor electric shock!"

Suddenly, a blinding white lightning shot out from the end of the wand.

But who would have thought that the phantom's reaction was faster, immediately put a layer of magic protection on itself, and began to counterattack calmly.

Compared with Draco's precise, efficient, and reckless offensive strategy, Illusion is undoubtedly more comprehensive. Whether it is defense or offense, it can take care of both ends. Some places were injured, and it looked bloody and glaring.

As for the students on the sidelines, they had been stunned for a long time, and they couldn't believe that with Malfoy's spellcasting level, he couldn't even see the slightest hope of winning.

But just when everyone thought that this battle was destined to be won by illusions, Draco's eyes suddenly revealed an extremely fierce look, and he rushed towards a group of hot fireballs.

Forcibly using his own flesh and blood to bear the high temperature of hundreds of degrees Celsius, he rushed forward, shot a deadly ice arrow, and directly shattered the illusion to win the final victory.

The whole thing happened so quickly and so unexpectedly that everyone forgot to cheer and applaud as he struggled to get up from the ground.

When the lawn fell into an eerie silence, Zhang Cheng suddenly took the lead in applauding, applauding while commenting: "Mr. Malfoy did a good job. He has a very good sense of timing and understands the importance of grabbing the upper hand." At the same time, I also know how to seize the final victory in a disadvantaged situation. Fights, especially the battles between wizards, often only take a second to decide the winner, so I ask everyone involved to maintain a high level focused."

"Professor! Draco is still bleeding! Don't you need to send him for treatment?" A Slytherin girl whispered with a blushing face.

"Hehe, with me here, you don't have to worry about small things like getting hurt." Zhang Cheng smiled and released a dazzling golden holy light.