A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Afterwards, Scrimgeour briefly explained the techniques for casting disarming spells and protective spells, and then the students entered the free practice stage.

He called Harry out alone. He still cared a little about Harry, "Mr. Potter, let me see who you are sparring with."

"I, Professor." Ron volunteered. He was afraid that Professor Scrimgeour would put Harry and Malfoy together. Harry would never be able to defeat Malfoy.

"Mr. Weasley, before you change your wand, I think you'd better not say a single spell," Scrimgeour said expressionlessly. "I don't want to see Mr. Potter's obituary tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Ron said dejectedly. He lowered his head and looked at his wand, and waved it casually. A bunch of sparks appeared between the wands. He hurriedly covered the sparks from the tip of the wand with his robe.

"Before you get a new wand, I have the right to refuse you the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the grounds that it threatens the safety of the students." Scrimgeour said coldly, "The unicorn feathers have been exposed. This It’s very dangerous.”

"Yes, Professor." Ron was so shocked that he didn't want to speak at all.

Of course he also wanted to change a wand, but his mother couldn't spare the extra money to change it for him. Now this one was left by Charlie. He went to Romania to raise dragons, so his mother gave him a new wand. The wand was passed into Ron's hand.

"I think Miss Granger is definitely worthy of Mr. Potter. I don't think there is any need to consider her strength. She is definitely the best among the second-year students." Professor Flitwick said, finding Hermione from the crowd.

Hermione looked embarrassed. It was definitely not easy to get Flitwick's praise.

"If Miss Granger were in Ravenclaw, I would definitely take her under my tutelage." Professor Flitwick did not hesitate to praise him, "She is Professor Lumple's favorite disciple."

"Professor Lumpo's favorite disciple?" Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed and he nodded, "Okay, just the two of you."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. His defeat against Hermione would never be too ugly. At least he and Hermione were good friends.

At the edge of the auditorium, Dumbledore also noticed what was happening on the stage.

"Miss Granger is an outstanding little wizard. I think there have been few students more outstanding than her in the last century." Dumbledore said appreciatively.

"She is my disciple." Edward said lightly.

"I'll wait and see how much she can grow over the summer."

"Ah."

Soon, Hermione and Harry's duel began, and they stood on the stage for everyone to see them.

"Face your partner," Scrimgeour shouted. "Bow."

Because it's just a simulated duel, you still have to go through the necessary procedures. Of course, no one will bow to you in a real duel.

Hermione and Harry nodded almost simultaneously, staring at each other intently.

"I won't hold back, the teacher is in the audience." Hermione said softly, but this was heard by many classmates, and they all turned to look at Edward.

"Of course," Harry looked a little nervous, "I won't hold back."

"Raise your wand and get ready!" cried Scrimgeour. "When I count to three, I'll do the magic, touch the opponent's weapon--just disarm--we don't want anything to happen--one--two--" -three--!"

Harry jerked his wand over his shoulder, but Hermione was quicker than him.Her spell hit Harry so hard that he felt as if he had been hit in the head with a stew pot.He staggered, but fortunately, everything seemed to be still functioning, so Harry seized the opportunity, pointed his wand at Hermione, and shouted: Expelliarmus!

"Fast casting? It's not fair for you to teach her this skill so early." Dumbledore looked at Edward playfully.

Edward just shook his head, "I haven't taught her anything. During this entire holiday, I haven't taught her a single spell."

Dumbledore was a little surprised, "Then how did she do it?"

"Magic." Edward said softly, "She noticed the magic circuit in the disarming spell and made optimizations to make her recite the spell smoother. It was about 0.3 seconds faster than Potter, and successfully made Potter's spell ineffective. .”

"Have you developed the ability to cast spells quickly? She is such a gifted child..."

Dumbledore sighed, but his eyes were shining, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Don't catch her attention, you understand her identity." Edward warned, "The successor of Yongbulakang, that is what I left for her."

"Did you originally plan to leave Tibet to her?" Dumbledore seemed surprised and asked curiously.

"Well, her talent can be best demonstrated in Rune. As long as she is willing, I will let her accept Yongbulakang."

"That's really...a huge asset."

Edward didn't respond, he just looked at the stage quietly.

Harry was obviously aware of Hermione's difficulty. Her spells were always faster than his. Although it was not much, there was no doubt that this made Harry unable to defend himself and was no match for Hermione. He even There was no way to fight back - Hermione's spells always came out faster.

"Professor, I can't beat Hermione," Harry shouted, admitting defeat.

Scrimgeour nodded, "Well, Mr. Potter, it seems that reputation is not everything. You have disappointed me." His sharp eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were fixed on Hermione.

"Miss Granger seems to have surpassed quite a few young wizards of the same age. Is there anyone else who wants to challenge her?" He glanced at the young wizards with a hawk-like gaze.

Draco Malfoy raised his hand unconvinced, "Professor, I want to give it a try."

"Very well, you are Malfoy, right?" Scrimgeour's eyes flashed with disgust, and he had no good impression of Darth Vader at all.

"Yes, Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." A trace of rosy flashed across Draco's pale face.

He seemed a little proud.

"Okay, then come up." Scrimgeour nodded towards Draco, "Only disarming spells are allowed, and no other spells are allowed. You'd better keep this in mind."

"No problem, Professor."

Scrimgeour did not trust Malfoy's character, which was fully proved by the elder Malfoy in the ministry.

If Malfoy hadn't turned things upside down, he wouldn't have been kicked out of the Ministry of Magic in a daze.

The duel soon began again.

But this time it's a little different.

Because Draco took action when Scrimgeour shouted 'two', the spell hit Hermione hard on the shoulder.

Scrimgeour folded his shoulders and shouted angrily: "This is extremely ungentlemanly, Mr. Malfoy."