[HP] Noble

The Quidditch pitch was really packed, with school uniforms of every color huddled together and everyone chatting excitedly.In fact, Hogwarts students have never appeared so neatly in one place—even all the professors sat on the teacher's seat, some of them have never been to China, but they have never seen it With real Taoist spells, everyone was eagerly awaiting to see the new Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant teaching Dumbledore to bring the kind of never-before-seen magic that Dumbledore said.

In the middle of the grass on the Quidditch pitch, the black hair of a young man in a white robe was tied up with a white ribbon, completely exposing his indifferent and delicate face. He raised his head expressionlessly and circled around. The ground shook, and he made a sword move.

"—how can he perform swordplay in full view?"

In the Slytherin stands, Scorpius folded his arms and said to Draco angrily, "This is not fair at all! I just used a Skyfire summoning spell and got spanked! Why?!"

Draco glanced at him and lazily tugged at his collar, curled up the corners of his lips and emphasized: "Because you've already been exposed, so it doesn't matter."

"Oh, is this the so-called broken pot?" Scorpius asked provocatively, his eyebrows almost flying to the top of his head.

"I'm almost amazed at your English, little Mr. Gretel." Prince Slytherin smiled mockingly. "Now, sit down, you're in my way—"

"Merlin knows how long it's been since I hugged you like this, dear Draco." Pansy rubbed against Draco with a sweet face, and the latter snorted with his nose in the air, and said very vindictively, "Don't rub so close, Pansy, my hair will get on your school robes."

"It's okay, I don't care at all." Pansy smiled as if she had made up her mind and pretended not to hear Draco's sarcasm.

But at this moment, exclamations came from the crowd, and the people sitting in the first row all felt a sharp sword force slashing across their faces, and a scream sounded from the front row of Ravenclaw, and suddenly Turning her head, she saw Qiu Zhang, the Seeker of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. This girl, also from Asian descent, was covering her face at this moment, and the bright red blood was flowing down her fingertips to her wrist Then disappear into the clothes.

"That silly girl," Zabini, who was sitting next to Scorpius, shook his head and said helplessly, "she's a little too excited, she shouldn't be trying to stick her head out of the stands."

The white body in the center of the Quidditch field has already moved, as if he didn't pay attention to the commotion in the stands. The boy in white still looked cold, and the wide sleeves obviously did not affect his light and fluttering movements. Disturbed by the wind, the snow-white soft sword suddenly stabbed forward, and the dust on the ground exploded like a barrier, and then scattered around like a plate of loose sand, which was extremely fierce!

Scorpius narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that this move looks handsome, but it’s actually just an ordinary move. Wenxin doesn’t like to dance swords on weekdays, but as Grandpa’s chief disciple, this is by no means the only reason for this bad luck The extent——moved his butt uneasily, and quickly recalled more than a dozen sets of sword techniques inspired by ordinary moves in his mind.

Soon he gradually noticed some differences. Around the No.13 pose, Wen Xin’s swordsmanship showed a difference—all routines were still ordinary swordsmanship postures, but the difference from the book was that Wen Xin’s swordsmanship was different. Every move that Xin is doing at this moment is completely contrary to the routine!

The swordsmanship is strange, but the sword is powerful and fierce. In an instant, there are countless monsters crawling out of the underworld in the Quidditch field.

Draco pulled out his wand silently, straightened his waist, and had a noble smirk on his exquisite and beautiful face: "I thought that Chinese Taoism always had exorcism as a profession, but I didn't expect that there would be a summoning ceremony as a sideline. "

Scorpius frowned slightly. He was so confused that he couldn't explain it, so he kicked his calf and lowered his voice to warn: "Don't talk nonsense."

The latter glanced at him impatiently, and when the second-year Slytherin had turned his head to stare at the field, he slowly retracted his gaze, brushed his soft platinum-blonde hair, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Okay , I'm just talking casually... this sword technique makes people feel a little uneasy."

"Look! My God! That's a Dementor!—"

Draco's chatter was interrupted by screams, and Hermione Granger's screams were heard clearly in everyone's ears in the Gryffindor stands nearby.

Sure enough, a dementor wearing a tattered black cloak slowly floated out from the entrance in the center of the venue. It seemed very confused why it appeared at this location instead of near the isolated island of Azkaban, but the natural Hunger has quickly made it forget all this, and the excitement, joy, and fear around it make it feel like it is facing the most sumptuous meal. Delighted to have a full meal.

People were excited, everyone knew—yes, even if they didn’t listen to the lectures in the history of magic, they would know that from the experience of various battles in history, cold weapons are no way to deal with dementors, They don't hurt from being punctured.What is also surprising is that this monster that brings sadness and despair seems to have no effect on Wen Xin. After another stabbing, Wen Xin twitched his brows, and suddenly sent the soft sword in his hand vertically. In mid-air!

At the same time, the ordinary soft sword actually revealed a dazzling golden light from its whole body. After the sword body flickered, under the exclamation of everyone, one sword became two, three, four...more The swords formed a golden circle and flattened in mid-air, spinning rapidly, Wen Xin quickly bit his finger, and flicked a drop of blood into the center of the circle, a more dazzling white light flashed, those swords stopped, and this time At that time, the dementor was only five meters away from the news——

Wen Xin calmly strode forward, strided forward, put his two fingers together and pointed towards the dementor!

Scorpius' face was pale, and now, of course, he also knew what kind of sword technique it was - but he didn't expect Wen Xin to learn it so quickly.

Countless swords seemed to be alive, suspended in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed at the dementor as if it was completely controlled by the fingertips. In the next second, it was shot out of the air quickly, bringing countless golden rays of light through the camera silently. The body of the soul monster, the golden light gradually emerged from the body of the dementor, Wen Xin just stood there and hooked his fingers, the original ten thousand swords suddenly disappeared out of thin air, the body leaned to the right and the wrist flicked, the ordinary white soft sword fell back to its owner In his hand, Wen Xin sent the sword back calmly, and when the white light dissipated, the soft sword was sheathed.

The dementor was torn apart by the increasingly intense golden light, and finally disappeared into the air!

Everyone's eyes widened, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

Dumbledore even stood up directly from the teacher's seat, looking thoughtfully at the center of the field.

"'Wan Jian Gui Zong'." Scorpius' lips trembled slightly, and his heart could not be said to be frightened or proud. "That is a very, very difficult sword technique—the last set of Taoist sword techniques... who will shoot it?" Wake me up! Wenxin is less than 20 years old!"

"No, the point is that he killed a dementor," Zabini said with a sigh.

"Oh, I thought the Patronus Charm could do it too?" Scorpius turned his head sharply and stared at Zabini.

"No, they can only 'dispel' dementors." Draco looked a little strange, and he said slowly, "From some classical literature, dementors are theoretically Undead."

"He's really good." Pansy's eyes narrowed into a slit, looking very charming. "No one has ever been able to kill a dementor."

Scorpius frowned and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Draco didn't seem to notice this at all. He lowered his head, patted his school uniform robe, and said lightly: "It's just in theory. But there are some books that mention some information. In fact, someone once mentioned that, Among the Latin spells, there is also a spell that kills dementors."

Draco paused, and it seemed that he did not have a very pleasant memory of this knowledge acquisition channel. He glanced indifferently at Dumbledore who was talking to Wenxin in a low voice, and smiled mockingly: "You guys Have you ever thought about it, the patron saint spell is a spell formed with keywords such as 'happy' and 'happiness', some people may not be able to have their own patron saint for the rest of their lives—"

"Impossible, whose childhood would be bleak?" Scorpius retorted in surprise.

"Oh, who's going to give this kid a lesson called 'The True Face of Society'?" Draco dragged out the end of each letter obnoxiously. "Shut him up by the way."

"Okay, you go on, bastard." Scorpius curled his lips and said unconvinced.

"The spell I know that can completely kill a dementor has something to do with the Patronus Charm. Guess what?" The platinum nobleman looked at Zabini with great interest—he was someone other than himself. The smartest people.

Zabini shrugged, saying he didn't understand.

Unexpectedly, it was Pansy who answered: "Oh, if the Patronus Charm repels Dementors, I think that spell should be a little bit different-let me think, is it the darkest, most desperate memory?"

Draco turned his head to look at her silently.

"Merlin!" Pansy shuddered, biting his bright red lower lip, "If it's true, I'd say it's a very bad...and evil spell——Draco, who would come up with such a curse?" Terrible theory?"

"The Dark Lord."

Draco replied calmly.

Ignoring the momentary froze atmosphere, Prince Slytherin curled his lips lazily, and swaggered into the Slytherin common room on his own.