Reborn at Hogwarts

The most practical magic?

Hearing this, the little wizards were a little confused.

Does this have anything to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

The students looked at each other, and after a moment's hesitation, a Slytherin boy raised his hand.

"Very good, what's your name?" Sayers motioned the boy to stand up, and asked with a smile.

"My name is..." Just as the Slytherin boy said, Sayers suddenly seemed to remember something, his complexion changed involuntarily, he waved his hand hastily, and interrupted his self-introduction.

"Forget it, forget it, don't say your name, I don't want to know." Sayers said, "I know you are from Slytherin. Now, this Slytherin boy, for my question What do you think?"

Ivan saw the volunteer Slytherin boy's complexion turn into a pig's kidney color.

"Professor, before answering your question, I want to make sure that you are referring to the most practical magic in dealing with black magic attacks, right?" After taking a few deep breaths on the spot, the Slytherin boy looked It returned to normal, but the tone became a little blunt.

"It can be understood in this way." Sells shrugged indifferently.

"Iron Armor Curse." The boy said quickly, "'Armor Protection', this spell was told to me by my father, it can help you resist the spells of black wizards, and then—"

"Iron Armor Curse, this is your answer, isn't it?" Sayers interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said bluntly.

"...Yes, Professor." The Slytherin boy's complexion turned into a pig's kidney color again, and even tended to develop into a pig's liver color.

"Okay, a point for Slytherin, sit down please...forget it, there is no place to sit, you can just stand." Sayers looked dissatisfied, "Does anyone else have their own ideas?"

"Professor, I think it is an offensive spell." A Ravenclaw girl raised her hand, "My father said that only magic can defeat magic. When facing the attack of a dark wizard, we can take action in advance. Take the lead."

"'Only magic can defeat magic'... there is some truth to it." Sayers pondered for a moment, then suddenly took a step back, and picked his chin at the Ravenclaw girl, "Now, use what you can think of, The magic that can help you seize the upper hand in battle, attack me."

"Huh?" The Ravenclaw girl was taken aback.

The other little wizards also showed surprised expressions.

After hearing these words, Ivan silently retreated to the back of the crowd, finding an inconspicuous position where he could see the situation in the arena.

God bless this guy, don't engage in any "every student has to try this once" wheel battle... Isn't it too embarrassing to build prestige in this way?

"Hurry up, don't waste time." Sells waved impatiently, "Attack me!"

The Ravenclaw girl swallowed.

"D-kill your weapon!" She raised her wand and pointed it at Seers, shouting tremblingly.

The next moment, under the nervous gaze of the little wizards, a faint red light burst out from the tip of the wand and hit Sayers.

Ivan turned his head absently, showing no interest in watching.

The same magic, used by different people, may have very different differences.

Dumbledore's Disarming Curse might have removed Voldemort's wand.

And the Ravenclaw girl in front of her who was bravely attacking Sayers should only be able to shake Voldemort's wand a little.

However, just when Ivan thought the ending was settled...

"oh!"

"Wow!"

The little wizards around burst into unbelievable exclamations, and everyone gathered around the center of the classroom in unison.

Ivan stood on tiptoe and looked into the field over the shoulder of a tall Ravenclaw boy.

"No way..." Ivan murmured.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, whom he had placed high hopes on, was standing in the field with a livid face at this time. Ivan noticed that he was about two steps back than before.

And the wand in his hand, which looked quite fashionable, fell at his feet at this moment.

The girl named by Sells to cast a curse on him stared at the professor in front of her with a look of horror mixed with disdain.

The whole classroom suddenly fell into an embarrassing silence.

Facing the doubtful eyes of the little wizards, Sels coughed lightly, squatted down calmly, picked up his wand, then smiled, stepped forward two steps, and patted and pulled it encouragingly. The shoulders of the Winclaw girls.

"Very good, very good... Your spell is very good, and the timing of casting the spell is also very keen. You even caught my distracted moment and cast a spell on me..." Sells praised with a smile, "... You will definitely become an excellent witch in the future."

After all, he didn't seem to notice the various gazes cast from all directions, and he retreated to the side of the podium with a calm demeanor. With a vigorous wave of his magic wand, the tables and chairs piled up in the corner were swaying and crowded into a circle. The little wizards returned to their original positions.

"Sit down, everyone." Sells nodded to the little wizards, motioning them to return to their seats and sit down, "Okay, after going through this little episode, I found that your strength is far stronger than I imagined it would be even better. Hahaha, I must have secretly learned a few tricks from my parents before I went to school, right? What a little villain."

He smiled at the Ravenclaw girl and winked.

"My parents are Muggles, Professor." The girl replied stiffly.

"Ah, where did we just talk?" Sells didn't seem to hear the girl's answer at all, and opened the book with a smile on his face, "Okay, children, let's turn to the first page of the textbook..."

"Professor, you just said that you want to teach us something other than books." A Slytherin boy raised his hand.

"Yes, you said that you want to teach us something that is really related to this class." Qiu Zhang, who was sitting behind Ivan, also raised his hand with dissatisfaction.

"I've changed my mind, children." Sayers looked at the two children kindly, and Ivan felt that there was a hint of anger in his eyes, "Learning needs to be done step by step. Before we learn to run, we must first learn how to run." Walk. Now, who's going to read the first page for me? Just you, kid."

The student who was named rolled his eyes.

For the rest of the class, Ivan kept his chin up and read the first chapter of "The Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" along with Sayers' high-pitched and infectious voice.

When get out of class was over, he couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore really had some kind of special ability to pick out the most useless wizard among countless wizards with real talents.

Otherwise, how to explain this question of Searles?

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