The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 39 Despicable Tricks

"Except your weapons."

"Except your weapons."

"Except your weapons."

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In a classroom with only two people, Harry panted and used the weapon to kill you three times, but they were all blocked by Du Wei's "armor bodyguard". His head was covered in sweat, and even his eyes were sweaty. Can't open.

Du Wei was moving fast, he didn't even wave his wand.

"No, you can't do this!"

Du Wei roared seriously, Harry was already a little exhausted, but Du Wei was just beginning.

"Now imagine the opposite of you, me, I'm a werewolf, how did I remind you in class?

Don't call the werewolf close!When they were in human form, they were tall, fierce and bloodthirsty!

When they become werewolves, the claws on their hands are the main weapon. Against wizards, you can use the disarming spell, but the disarming spell is not a panacea, understand, Harry!
Don't be stupid to use this 'weapon' again, I don't have a weapon, what are you going to do away with, my claws?
Check the situation, boy!
Don't be dogmatic, how do you disarm someone who has only claws and no wand?

Or, boy, tell me, what is the weapon?
What about 'the obstacles'? What about 'stunned'?Only one 'unarms' move, Harry? "

Dewey said, dodging another shot of Harry's "weapon except you", approached Harry, slapped his hand, Harry was in pain, and screamed "ah", wand fell.

Dewey took the wand.

The physical version of "Except Your Weapon".

Terrified, Harry put his hand on the back of his hand, looked at the professor, and stepped back.

Du Wei then said: "Okay, the first training is over, Harry, you have a big problem."

He threw the wand to Harry and said, "There are so many obstacles, and your legs will freeze to death, and you will never use these spells that you have learned.

In the face of werewolves, we have to limit the size of the enemy first, right?
You can not hurt the enemy, but you can't be hurt by the enemy, understand?You need to form your own dueling routine, even if you only have two spells, you have to cast it well, and you can also deal with the enemy, instead of just foolishly casting the 'weapon to remove you' as you are now. "

Du Wei said sternly.

Looking at the serious professor, Harry was a little scared, he nodded.

Du Wei looked at Harry, only to realize that he was only a 13-year-old child. This was a reason Du Wei could forgive him, but it would not be a reason for the Death Eaters to let him go.

The enemy will not let you go because of your age.

With a sigh, Du Wei fully entered the role, he touched Harry's head.

Looking at the gentle "Professor Lupin", Harry visibly relaxed.

He almost fell to the ground.

Several white cards fell on the ground, and Du Wei ignored them. He estimated that the most white cards were "except your weapon" and "fluorescent flashing". This is not the card Du Wei wants, what he wants. It's a purple card.

What he wants is a purple card, a guardian of the gods.

He's going to teach Harry the purple card, and then, burst the cards indefinitely, and he'll be able to do that before long.

"How are you, Harry, how are you feeling?"

Du Wei asked Harry, Harry Potter was gasping for breath, he felt very strange, the last time he had a duel with someone was at the duel club started by Professor Lockhart, unfortunately, Lockhart is a liar, He didn't have the ability to build a dueling club at all, and he played against Malfoy once, pecking at each other.

The Dueling Club also didn't show the results it should have.

Lockhart was admitted to the hospital, and the dueling club ended without a hitch. Du Wei looked at Harry's magical duel skills. He was in a hurry even in a duel with rules. !
Even casting a spell to move the tables and chairs in the room away, Harry was not skilled.

What does this mean?
This shows that his mastery of his own magic power is also very problematic.

All loopholes.

Dewey looked at Harry, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come here tonight, Harry, organize your schedule, and when you don't have to train at night, you can come to the faculty lounge or my bedroom. Find me.

I heard you are an athlete?Um?Quidditch Seeker?

Great, Harry, I mean, you're just as good as your father. "

Harry wiped the sweat from his head, his throat hurt like it was on fire, his lungs were about to explode, and his head hurt.

He has never cast so many spells at one time before, let alone combining spells, nor has he thought that a magical duel requires not only casting spells, but also steps and timing, all of which require brains and courage. Plus experience.

He is lacking.

In Du Wei's view, Harry lacks brains and experience.

Like the current Auror Chief, he was a general on the front line, and it was fitting that he entered Gryffindor, he had courage, and he had camaraderie.

It's just a lack of brains.

A little flaw.

Looking at Harry like this, inexplicably, Du Wei has a voice in his head.

'Harry, you're so kind and righteous, why don't you have a brain. '

But does it matter?

Du Wei thinks this is not important.

It takes no brains to deal with Voldemort.

After Voldemort was resurrected again, he also lost his mind. From a personable and charismatic villain, he became a complete fool - an invincible fool who could only use the Unforgivable Curse.

As Voldemort's opponent, Harry didn't need to have a brain, and Dumbledore did everything for him where he needed a brain.

Harry had enough now.

Just having the courage and daring to sacrifice this beautiful quality, Harry surpassed most of the people, Du Wei looked at him with pity, like a fat pig being fed and slaughtered.

Harry also asked the first question.

Yes, Du Wei asked Harry to follow him to learn. On the one hand, he told him that the world was dangerous and he needed to tune Harry. Another reason was that Harry could ask him a question after each study.

The godfather and the godson were all killed by Du Wei with the same trick.

After coughing violently, Du Wei took out the potion on time and drank it. Harry didn't pay attention to the potion. He stared at Du Wei and asked, "Professor, do you really know my parents? They are What kind of person?"

He stared at "Professor Lupin" seriously, wanting to get an answer.

This question has been stuck in his mind for many years.

From his uncle and aunt's mouth, he can't get any information, and the rest of the people don't tell him the news.

He can only get this information through "Professor Lupin".

Du Wei looked at Harry, squatted down and said: "Yes, I know them, I am one of their best friends, as for what kind of people they are?
Harry, your mother, Lily Potter, is the kindest person I have ever met. She is brave, kind, sincere, and has a little problem, but who doesn't?Harry.

As for your father, go look in the mirror, your father is like you, full of youth, you are very similar to your father, you both have endless strength, you both have great friendships, and you are both loved , of course, you also have a bit of a striking resemblance.

Professor Severus Snape doesn't like you either. "

After Du Wei finished speaking with a smile, he was about to leave, and Harry stopped behind "Professor Lupin".

A second question was asked.

"Professor, why does Snape hate me? Is it really because my dad didn't deal with him at school, and he took anger at me?"

Harry asked from behind.

Du Wei didn't look back, he waved his hand dashingly and said: "This is the second question, Harry, you need to take my second class before I can tell you.

But let me remind you, Harry, please call him Professor Snape.He's a good potions teacher, and we should have some respect for the teacher, shouldn't we? "

Harry watched "Professor Lupin" leave. When he left, "Professor Lupin" turned around abruptly and threw out a piece of chocolate, as if he had remembered something.

Harry hurriedly caught the chocolate.

"Eat more chocolate, Harry, you're not in the right state of dementors, stay away from those monsters."

He said to Harry: "Remember what Dumbledore said, don't use the Invisibility Cloak to sway in front of the Dementors. Those monsters are born unforgiving."

Harry still looked at "Professor Lupin" stupidly. There were so many things that happened tonight, so much that his mind was about to explode, and his mind was still muddled.

He had guessed correctly that Professor Lupin was indeed a good friend of his parents and one of his father's best friends.

Harry was full of questions, but they agreed that there can only be one opportunity to ask questions per training session. His opportunity to ask questions this time has ended. If he wants to ask questions, he can only wait for the next week.

But how could he wait until next week.

It's torture!
His questions, not only did not disappear because of this inquiry, but became more.

Harry was a little anxious. On his way back to the Gryffindor lounge, a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

What if, he means, if, if he compresses time, yes, he compresses all kinds of time, throws out Quidditch training, throws out rest periods, and comes here three or two times a week?

Could he get more news?
Why is this not possible?
Thinking of this, Harry felt like he had opened the door to a new century.

What's the point of this in order to get the answer in your heart?

(End of this chapter)