Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Sleep at Hogwarts was much better than when he was wandering outside, and when Hoffa woke up the next day, there was no place in his body that was not sour. It's like being beaten on the bed with a stick. But the reason is not the case, it is just the secretion of lactic acid after muscle fatigue.

The class schedule for the first day is already on the bedside.

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief after taking a look. Today’s classes are spells and astronomy classes, and tomorrow’s classes are defense against the dark arts and ancient magic texts. The first transformation class will be the day after tomorrow. If possible, he hopes that there will be no transformation class this year.

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At breakfast, flapping owls flew into the school from the skylight.

They threw the letters on the desks of the students, a chestnut owl hovered, and threw a newspaper in front of Miranda. Then I asked for a piece of toast and flew away.

As soon as Miranda opened the newspaper, she exclaimed.

Other students who received the newspaper also became noisy.

Leaning over, Hoffa saw the headlines without surprise.

-----German Muggles blitzed Poland, and Britain and France severely warned.

The Daily Prophet rarely reported news about the Muggle world, but this time, the newspaper put it on the headlines, showing the seriousness of the matter.

Aglaia rubbed her head over, and then snatched the newspaper off her hand. She read the newspaper word by word, and asked with a pale face, "Will you fight?"

"I hope not," Miranda murmured, "British Muggles are not quite..."

"impossible."

Hoffa sighed and interrupted her, "Tomorrow Britain and France will declare war."

"how do you know?"

Both friends looked over and they asked in surprise.

Hoffa did not speak, and absently spread the jam on the bread. At the moment when the war really comes, no one can guess that it will develop into the most terrifying killing feast in history. At this moment, he was really in no mood to talk more.

After breakfast, the three of them came to the spell classroom on the fifth floor. This was originally Adbe Gorshak's classroom, but now it belongs to Dumbledore.

However, the unique decoration belonging to Adbe Gorsak in the curse classroom remains unchanged, with several large, precise clocks inside.

The only additional item that came out was a set of blue armor measuring about one meter eighth high beside the teaching staff's desk. It had a shiny metallic luster and was standing quietly on the spot.

Dumbledore came earlier than everyone else. He was leaning against the podium at the moment, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.

The Gryffindor students in the classroom came surprisingly early, and they occupied a favorable position.

This invisible demonstration made Ravenclaw quite dissatisfied, and Aglaia stared angrily as soon as he entered the door.

"I want to see how long these idiots can last!" she said.

Hoffa didn't say anything. After the three of them sat in the corner, he asked Miranda in a low voice, "This is your first spell lesson in history, isn't it?"

Miranda suddenly realized: "It seems to be eh, if you don't say it, I haven't found it."

Soon, the seats filled up one after another, and Dumbledore put down the newspaper, flicked his wand, and the door closed.

He looked at the people from the podium with a solemn expression, his expression was unusually gentle, but there was a shadow of Professor Gorshak's sternness.

"I won't sell it. This year, the external form is not as good as in previous years, and the conflicts between wizards are more direct and fierce than ever. This year I will reduce the number of life-building spells taught, and teach you more for self-protection. And a defensive spell."

The class is silent. Everyone has seen the news these days in the Daily Prophet. No one wants to lose the chain at this time. After all, it is really a matter of life.

Dumbledore: "Who can tell me how many kinds of defensive spells are there?"

Aglaia turned his head and said in Hoffa's ear, "176 species."

Hoffa's face went dark.

Several Gryffindor students raised their hands as if offering treasures.

Dumbledore nodded at one of them.

The Gryffindor said: "Two, Professor, Shield Curse and Iron Armor Curse."

"The answer is correct, Gryffindor adds five points."

"Basically, although the wizard's defensive spells are countless, they are basically derived from these two spells. One is for magical damage, and the other is for physical damage."

Dumbledore: "However, before starting class, I would like to introduce you my temporary assistant, Sir Carmel."

Dumbledore stretched out his finger, and immediately the armour that had been standing next to it came back to life. It clicked two steps forward, bent down, and bowed to the crowd.

It was actually a living armor, and Hoffa was not too surprised. At Hogwarts, everything was normal.

"Iron Armor Curse, Sir." Dumbledore ordered.

The armor nodded, and pulled out a wand from his waist like a sword, and put it up in front of him. It looked funny, and Gryffindor snickered.

However, the next second, Dumbledore flicked his wand.

"Flaming flames."

A hot yellow-to-blue flame spouted from Dumbledore's wand. The temperature in the entire classroom has risen by nearly 20 degrees, just like a steamer. Everyone pursed their mouths in horror.

Sir Armor waved his magic wand, and a transparent shield appeared in front of him.

But in a blink of an eye, the protective shield was like an eggshell, shattering in pieces.

Dumbledore put down his wand and removed the flame.

However, the blue armor was burned into molten iron by the hot flame, and collapsed to the ground with a cry.

The classroom was silent.

Dumbledore waved his magic wand again, and the molten iron on the ground reunited. The blue armored man has completely returned to normal. Standing on the ground like nothing.

The Ravenclaw students looked at each other, the contempt on their faces abated a lot. Obviously, Dumbledore's mastery of spells was very profound, more than enough to be their teacher.

But Dumbledore didn't care about the changes in other people's emotions. He continued to talk freely:

"General students start with the Iron Armor Curse first, but considering the special circumstances of this year and the outside world, Muggles have become quite irritable. Therefore, in this class, I will teach you another spell. A very practical one. , It’s also a very advanced curse, a shield curse."

Upon hearing Hoffa, his head immediately turned to Miranda.

Miranda used this spell last night to keep him out of the wind.

Miranda shrugged and said nothing.

Aglaia whispered, "I will also I will..."

"Shield Curse..."

Dumbledore glanced at the three of them, increased the volume slightly, and interrupted their whispers.

"The shield curse was the first used by King Kista II of the Kingdom of Prussia. In a war between Prussia and Gaul, Kista II personally took command in order to boost morale. The wizards of Gaolu took advantage of the king’s precautions. , Cast the then poisonous curse on his back-the ecstasy curse, just as the curse had just been used, Sista II turned around and saw the curse flying towards him, desperately, used the first shield curse, Not only blocked the spell, but also blocked the flying arrows in the sky."

"Spell—[Tarico—Skitta]"

"Pronunciation, tower, reading light tone, if there is this tone, the "li" is the same light tone, and the same strength is "but" the heaviest one of the six sounds has a pause of about 0.5 seconds.

"S" is pronounced lightly, to give people a feeling of "base" second only to "ke", and the last "tower" can be pronounced whatever you want. Just be careful not to pronounce it as "special". .

Spell release does not require a magic wand, but requires hands, brain, and a heart that is brave enough to protect others. "

After speaking, Dumbledore turned to look at the armor and nodded.

The man in blue armor standing opposite him suddenly bent down, the gaps in the armor on his face opened, and a burst of red flame spurted from it. The flames were raging, no less than Dumbledore's fire-calling spell just now.

Dumbledore stretched out one hand: "Tarico-Skitta."

boom! !

In front of Dumbledore's hand, an invisible and smooth cross shield appeared in the air. Although the cross was narrow, it effectively blocked all the flames.

The shield was transparent with a blue halo around it, and in the center of his cross shield, Hoffa actually saw a pattern of a flaming red phoenix.

The flames were scattered to the sides after touching the shield, illuminating everyone's faces, some of the Gryffindor's hair in front were curled up, and a strange smell filled the class.

Before he took a few more glances, the flame disappeared and the shield disappeared.

"Did you see it?" Dumbledore lowered his palm and asked lightly.

"I saw it."

The students below answered all together.

Dumbledore nodded to the armor man: "Thank you, Sir Karls."

The armor bent down and said the only thing: "I am glad to be of service to you."

After speaking, it walked to the side with a crunching pace, reverting to a state of a dead object.

Dumbledore: "The shield curse has different powers under different magical conditions. Different people will have different powers. After the shield curse is successfully released, it will form a smooth surface in front of you. Shield, there is a symbolic pattern in the middle of the shield. Reindeer, python, lion, and other objects may vary from person to person. In the next time, I would like to see you each practice it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the students in the class immediately geared up, eager to try.

However, Dumbledore seemed to think of something again, and he raised his hand:

"Oh, yes. One more thing is about this year's teaching assistant assessment. Any student who can successfully release the shield spell and sustain the longest time under the flames of Sir Carmel will become my assistant. ."

Assistant, Dumbledore's assistant.

Everyone involuntarily looked at the metallic armor in front of the podium.

Some people looked blank, some were afraid, but someone was already excited and about to jump up.

Aglaia slapped the table with both hands to prop up herself, blushing.

"This teaching assistant, I'm determined."

Like her, there were a group of enthusiastic Gryffindors, who looked at Dumbledore with their faces eager to prove themselves.

"Don't worry," Dumbledore said.

"The teaching assistant is a very hard thing. I hope you have sufficient preparation and ability to accomplish this. Now, let's release the spells and movements skillfully."

Aglaia couldn't wait to raise his hand, "Tariko-Schita!"

A cross with an arc appeared in her palm, and in an instant it became the size of an umbrella, with a flamingo-like pattern on it.

(Hoffa frowned: "Why are you releasing me?")

The magical fluctuations made the surrounding students all look over, and Dumbledore immediately gave a thumbs up: "It's great, Miss De Lasses, Ravenclawga is very good."

(The students of Gryffindor refused immediately, and they started experimenting with Dumbledore's new spell.)

Miranda commented: "Yes, but your spirit seems to be unstable, and the shield may not last for long."

Aglaia was immediately upset, and she raised her hand to remove the shield.

"Hey, what are you talking about, am I not much better than others?"

She pointed to other students around.

At this moment, in the spell class classroom, Tarico-Skitta's voice is endless, but for most people, they are just chanting spells.

Few people can release this spell through the palm of their hand. Some students can only summon a shield as thin as an arm, and some people can only summon a buckler the size of a palm.

Some students even do not believe in evil, so they want to pick up their magic wands.

As a result, after using the magic wand, not only did they fail to release the shield, but instead caused a variety of messy explosions. Colorful lights flickered in the classroom.

Dumbledore yelled, "Don't use a magic wand, this is not a magic wand spell! Use your brain and your heart."

So the students who were trying to trick things off put down their magic wands in a jealousy.

Miranda pointed to the blue armor standing in front of the classroom and said:

"What's the use of being better than them, you want to be a teaching assistant, but you have to stay under that armor for at least one minute."

"One minute?" Aglea was a little skeptical.

"correct."

"Why should I hold on for one minute?" Aglaia smiled disdainfully.

"Because I think I can hold on for at least one minute. If you can't hold on for a minute, why compete with me."

With that said, Miranda stood up, and a shield appeared in each hand. There were two very cartoon abstract patterns on the shield, with a smiling face on one side and a crying face on the other.

The moment she summoned the shield, her magic fluctuated greatly.

The whole class looked over, and then took a breath of air-conditioning.

Dumbledore smiled and walked over quickly. But then he seemed to think of something, and walked back halfway. Only implicitly nodded to Miranda.

Hoffa was also dumbfounded. The quality of this shield was obviously better than the one that blocked the wind last night. It was indeed a genius of spell learning. People can't call it out at all, but you are better, one in each hand.

Agraya's eyes widened, and it took a while to figure out: "You...you...are you going to fight with me?"

Miranda removed the shield and pointed to the dumbfounded Gryffindor and said, "It's about Ravenclaw's honor. I won't give up this assistant position."

"Damn it!"

Aglaia sat down, sulking in her arms.

Miranda sat down, looked at her with her chin, and smiled: "What's the matter, Aglaia, there will be motivation only when there is pressure."

"Stress... Hmph, Adbe must have taught you in advance."

Aglaia mumbled angrily, and suddenly, thinking of something, she looked at Hoffa.

"Hoffa, didn't you have a good grade in the spell class last year? You have to try this spell."

Miranda also turned to Hoffa: "Yes, why don't you try it now."

"Well, I will try."

Hoffa coughed.

"Tarico-Skitta."

No response, no shields, no animals, no crosses.

"Ok?"

Hoffa looked at his palm, feeling something strange.

Eh......

Aglaia looked at Miranda.

"Is the syllable wrong?"

"The syllables are okay, and the movements seem to be quite standard." Miranda rubbed her chin, "Hoffa, you must have concentration to release this curse. Like the patron saint, you have to think of something that excites you. "

"Excited?"

Looking at the faces of Miranda and Aglaia.

Hoffa coughed again.

"Tarico-Skitta."

puff.

Patter.

A small transparent bubble appeared in his palm, about the size of a ping-pong ball, and then the shield burst weakly and disappeared into the air.

After a few seconds of silence, the two friends onlookers looked at each other.

The corners of Miranda's mouth twitched.

"Wow hahahahahaha~"

Aglaia couldn't hold back for a moment, and instantly laughed.

She held Hoffa's shoulder with one hand, and her chest with the other, smiling forward and backward.

"Huo...Hoffa, you...you too..."

She wanted to say something, but then burst into laughter again, and finally ran to the side with a smile, lying on the table, thumping the table with one hand, holding her abdomen with the other, and shrugging her shoulders.

Hoffa's face was a bit ugly, and he didn't quite understand what was going on. The talent on his own spell is not too bad, why can't he release the shield spell.