The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Professor Flitwick smiled softly and turned his attention to Professor McGonagall.

"I knew it."

Professor McGonagall sighed helplessly, stepped onto the stage, passed Snape and Sirius, and tapped her wand on her throat: "Please be careful, please keep quiet."

The loud voice echoed in the auditorium, overwhelming the chatter in the audience. After seeing that the attention of all the little wizards had been attracted, Professor McGonagall continued:

"Unlike the previous dueling classes with distinctive characteristics, this time's dueling class will be demonstrated for us by Professor Snape from the Potions class and Professor Black from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Their duels are more in line with the styles of mainstream wizards."

The little wizards discussed quietly for a while.

"What do you mean?" Dean, a young wizard from a Muggle family, asked confusedly, "Aren't transformations and magic plants the dueling styles of mainstream wizards?"

Ron stared straight at the stage without turning his head: "Let me tell you this, ordinary wizards' transformation skills are not as good as Professor McGonagall's, and most people can't apply transformation skills to duels. Not to mention Those dangerous plants are there, if you use them against the enemy, you might get hurt first."

"Yes, really..." Neville muttered.

He was very interested in the herbal medicine class. The fighting method shown by Professor Sprout last time made him a little excited, and he was determined to develop in this direction. When he heard Ron say this, he hesitated again.

Loren patted his chubby shoulder. It was bouncy and felt good: "If you want to learn, you can ask Professor Sprout to find out. Isn't the role of dueling classes to expose us to these things?"

"Be confident Neville, your dueling level is better than many of your peers. You can learn whatever you want boldly."

Neville looked at Loren gratefully and nodded silently.

Professor McGonagall's speech continued: "Everyone is good at different spells, and everyone has different fighting styles. I hope you can gain some understanding of real duels from the demonstrations of the two professors, and learn something useful. s things."

"Now let's invite the two instructors to teach." Professor McGonagall said, releasing the magic of the loud voice and giving up the stage to the two of them.

With Professor McGonagall's warm-up, Snape no longer shied away and took a step forward to take over the control.

Sirius gritted his teeth, feeling resentful in his heart.

Damn it, I let him get there first.

There were some murmurs in the audience, but within two or three seconds of Snape standing up, they all disappeared. There was an oppressive solemnity in the silence.

Snape looked around the group of young wizards and spoke in a calm tone: "Duel, the stable and peaceful era decorated this word as some kind of elegant etiquette, so that most of you don't know it. , a few centuries ago, a duel meant that only one could survive."

The tone and tone were without any waves, and the cruelty revealed in the words seemed to blow up a biting cold wind, causing the candlelight in the air to flicker uneasily.

The little wizards in the audience all shuddered, and Loren couldn't help but look forward to it. It would be a high-level showdown later.

Hermione whispered: "I'm not so sure anymore. Maybe Professor McGonagall really should ask Madam Pomfrey."

Harry and Ron were also a little worried about Sirius.

"You are here to learn the psychological games and subtle spells in duels." Snape's voice was not loud, just above a whisper, but everyone heard every word he said clearly.

"Since there is no dripping blood and no bones showing through the flesh, many of you will not believe that such a battle exists. I do not expect you to truly understand the neatness of seizing the opportunity to strike a fatal blow. You will not understand Use rhythm and play with the beauty of your enemies.”

The bloody and straightforward descriptions made the young wizards pale, and some people with quick minds thought of some recent events.

The basilisk in the school, the news about the mysterious man denied by the Ministry of Magic, and the secret activities of werewolves...

Many young wizards looked serious, and their breathing could not help but become sluggish. Professor Snape's words made them feel a little uneasy.

No matter what, they were vaguely aware that this duel demonstration was completely different from the past, and they were even more focused.

Professor Flitwick came closer and asked in a low voice: "Minerva, is this too much? Is it really necessary to do this?"

Professor McGonagall stared at the stage with firm eyes: "Severus is sensible. The students also need to experience a real duel."

"But you must learn one thing, and that is how to save your life in a critical situation." Snape changed his voice and raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth, "I believe that your Professor Black will give you a good example."

"Wow!"

The little wizards of Slytherin's eyes lit up when they heard this. Is this their dean?

So arrogant, so excessive, so loving.

Sirius was so angry that his eyes became more bloodshot. He wanted to say something to overpower Snape's momentum, but he couldn't think of anything for a while.

Standing up with some depression, Sirius said angrily: "We don't know who will win and who will lose!"

In the blink of an eye, the two completed the duel etiquette, bowed to each other, each took seven steps back, turned around and put their wands in front of them, standing opposite each other.

The students below unconsciously slowed down their breathing, for fear of disturbing the two people on the stage.

"shorten the distance……"

"Personal fast attack..."

Harry and Ron chanted.

Loren blinked and opened his magic vision.

At this moment, Snape and Sirius were filled with surging magic power. Snape's magic power was a cool dark green, mixed with a hint of chill. Sirius's magic was bright red.

In terms of intensity, Snape's magic is more powerful.

Sirius's talent is very good, and the gap now being widened should be due to the impact of the ten years in Azkaban.

Snape remained on guard. He had no intention of making the first move. Being first doesn't always mean advantages, it also means weaknesses.

He knew that the opponent would lose his composure first.

Sirius stared across from him. Although he wanted to teach Snape a harsh lesson, he did not lose his mind. In his mind, he recalled the scene of discussing tactics with Harry... close-up... fighting... fast attack...

It has to be said that Harry inherited the dueling talent from James, and he figured out the correct coping strategy at a young age.

Being imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years has affected many aspects. The casting speed, spell strength, and even fighting instincts are all a bit rusty, so he probably won't be able to compete in a protracted battle.

If he exchanges spells with Snape, he will definitely fall into a disadvantage, fall into Snape's rhythm trap, be teased, dragged until his flaws are exposed, and finally be disabled from combat with one blow.

You have to fight and fight to win.

Sirius no longer hesitated, and kicked off the duel with a disarming spell.

This spell had no intention of achieving anything. Regardless of whether Snape was guarding or hiding, Sirius wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to close the distance.

There was no emotion in Snape's eyes, and there was still a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, staring at Sirius's movements.

No chance was given to break away the moment the curse came. At the same time, he fired back a magic spell, which landed on a position in front of Sirius, shattering his idea of ​​closing the distance.

Once the battle begins, it's hard to slow down.

Sirius attacked with all his strength, trying to open a gap in Snape's defense so that he could close the distance.

It's just that Snape was surprisingly calm, as if he had anticipated his thoughts, and defended him perfectly. Occasionally, he took the opportunity to reply with a few spells, blocking his room for advancement.

Both parties made a tacit agreement not to use powerful spells, and tried to avoid the direction of the little wizards.

Various defensive spells, attack spells, and disarming spells pierced the air, making a harsh buzzing sound. The spells continued one after another, like a midsummer rainstorm. The magic spells from both sides collided together, and the light of magic power surged and was dazzling. The little wizards had a lot of fun watching it.

Harry and the others were distracted and clenched their fists unconsciously.

Occasionally, spells splashed across the stage would be stopped by Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, causing the little wizards nearby to exclaim.

The situation reached a stalemate, and Ron urged impatiently: "Close yourself, close the distance! Why do you have to spell a magic spell?"

"You can't get closer." Loren explained softly. "It seems that Sirius is attacking, but in fact, both sides are attacking. You must focus all your attention on the attack and defense of the curse."

Harry said nothing, his lips pressed tightly together.

Sirius's breathing became rapid, his attack was fruitless, and he was unable to sustain the high-intensity spell and released it.

I plan to slow down first and adjust my rhythm before organizing an attack...Sirius thought about it.

The frequency of the curse's release decreased. As an opponent facing the curse directly, Snape immediately noticed that the pressure was reduced.

The curve of Snape's mouth became wider, just like what he said before the battle started: use rhythm, play with the enemy, seize the opportunity, and kill with one blow.

You can't hold on anymore, I haven't used my full strength yet... Then it's time to play with the opponent.

A binding spell passed through the middle of the firefight and landed at Sirius' feet, making a slight collision sound.

Sirius, who was sweating slightly, suddenly felt a chill, and his whole body felt cold... Oh no, he couldn't help but want to slow down after attacking so far.

He slowed down the frequency of his spells, and Snape's spells would break through his defenses. Offense and defense changed shape, and he became the one being attacked and in need of defense.

Forced to maintain a high-frequency confrontation with the curse, Sirius's heart sank lower and lower. He gradually came to his senses. As early as the beginning, Snape had seen through his intentions, followed his ideas to suit the fast break rhythm, and then stopped the fast break.

The battle has reached this situation, and no one can withdraw. It's just that Snape is in better shape and can maintain this high-frequency attack rhythm, but Sirius cannot.

It became increasingly difficult to deal with the situation, and Sirius gradually felt that he could not keep up with the opponent's speed. He couldn't guard against all spells, he could only block the ones he couldn't avoid.

The little wizard in the audience slowly began to see some clues. Although the two sides were fighting back and forth and exchanging spells, the expressions of the two professors were somewhat different.

Professor Snape seemed to be at ease, his movements were quick but elegant, with a hint of teasing. Professor Black still had beads of sweat on his face, his brows were furrowed, and he couldn't hide his anxious look.

"Professor Snape is going to win."

"I thought Professor Black would win. His initial attack was so fast."

The little wizards whispered.

The number of spells to break through the defense line is gradually increasing. We cannot continue like this. Sooner or later we will lose.

Sirius' eyes changed, and an idea suddenly popped into his head. Driven by pressure, he put it into practice without much thought.

"[Upside Down Golden Bell]"

A special spell was interspersed among the many spells. The dim yellow spell flew out. From the analysis of the magic light, it was not a powerful spell.

The moment Snape saw this curse, a surge of anger surged up in his blood, and the memories that had been sealed resurfaced.

In the distant student days, the same curse was hung upside down in mid-air in front of many students...

James Potter, Sirius Black...are still the same people.

Ridicule... humiliation... anger...

"How dare you, how dare you!"

"How dare you cast this curse in front of me!" Snape was so angry that his wand trembled slightly.

Sirius seized the gap when the attack slowed down slightly, activated his Animagus in an instant, and transformed into a strong black dog.

With the animal's sudden burst of speed, he rushed forward with a few spells.

Looking at the sudden black dog, the invisible edge accumulated on Snape's wand...

Many thoughts flashed through Snape's mind. As long as he released it from this angle, he could cut the dog open from the middle.

This being Hogwarts, I could cast the counterspell quickly and Madam Pomfrey was waiting, without irreversible consequences.

It can also let these little wizards see what a real duel is. Blood and flesh can teach them to grow.

Kill multiple birds with one stone...

Snape didn't have time to think too much, and a series of control spells came out of his hands, and the casting speed was even faster than during the previous attack.

Petrify, repel, repel, powerful repel...

The black dog's attack failed to work. After losing the ability to move, he was hit by the repelling spell one after another. He was knocked away by the impact and hit the wall of the auditorium all the way, making a dull sound.

"Sirius!"

Harry exclaimed, pulling Ron quickly to the wall to check on Sirius.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick looked at each other and were not too worried. They saw the spell that hit Sirius and would not cause excessive injuries.

Snape stood on the stage stunned for a while, and took a deep breath. The cold air rushed into his lungs, freeing him from the control of anger.

He recalled his actions just now, and he didn't know why he didn't release the Shen Feng Shadowless Curse, but subconsciously replaced it with a string of control spells.

After coming back to his senses, Snape nodded towards the little wizard in the audience and left without saying anything.

"Won!"

"Long live Professor Snape!"

The little Slytherin wizards burst into cheers.