Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 74 The First Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson

Although Dumbledore was a little hindered here, Allen could understand.

Dumbledore is verbally advising him to exercise, but in fact he wants him to make friends through Quidditch and understand the importance of friendship in the process.

Wizards are human beings too, and teamwork and competitive sports are perfect for fostering friendships.

Allen is not disgusted by this either.

The main thing is that flying lessons are indeed within the scope of his compulsory courses.

During the battle, high-speed movement can not only surprise the enemy, but also avoid being hit by the spell.

Although [Apparition] is very useful, in high-level battles, it is not so useful.

Especially at the level of Dumbledore and Voldemort.

The biggest disadvantage of this spell is its instability. Space magic is so advanced that when you meet a real master of magic, if the other party moves the surrounding space at will, it can tear you apart.

Allen believes that a great wizard of Dumbledore's level has mastered this technique, and such a huge [anti-apparition] enchantment at Hogwarts explains everything.

Therefore, in combat, mastering high-speed flight is of great significance.

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The next day, September 1989, 9.

Allen completes the two and a half hours of physical training that has been fixed in the Response Room in the morning.

With the blessing of [Flying Kick] and [Hand Knife] skills, his punches and legs made a sharp sound of piercing the air.

Sweat dripped down the vigorous and explosive muscles, and the heat was steaming.

Allen retracted his fists and calmed down after breathing.

Looking at the gradually obvious muscle lines on the body, he nodded with satisfaction.

With a physical attribute of 6 points, he has plenty of energy to learn magic every day, and he obviously feels that his strength, speed, and reaction are gradually increasing as he takes the eggs of lucky eggs these days.

It is estimated that it can break through 7 points in one or two months, which is 20% higher than that of ordinary adult men, and can already reach the level of professional athletes.

"Thank you, Gilly Egg."

After taking the wet towel from Ji Lidan and wiping his body, he drank a bottle of recovery potion made from phoenix fruit and water drops of life.

This is a post-exercise functional drink that Allen has researched briefly. It can perfectly recover muscle damage and ensure that he will not leave any hidden injuries due to high-intensity training.

He took his textbook "How to Deal with Dangerous Magical Creatures" and started to attend class.

Today is the class of that teacher Isis, and he is quite looking forward to it.

Not only is the other party a beautiful woman, but also the reference books given by the other party make him look forward to it.

Walking into the classroom on the second floor, the twins had already taken a good seat for him. There were two long tables in this practical classroom, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin freshmen were clearly separated.

There is a huge open space in the middle, and a dark wardrobe is placed, from which dark and terrifying magic fluctuations are transmitted.

Let the temperature of the classroom drop a little out of thin air.

Isis is wearing a long black gauze today, with obsidian-like sequins on the skirt, and also wearing a hood and veil, which makes her look a little more mysterious and seductive.

Walking through the aisle in the middle with the fragrant wind.

Her voice was unhurried, "We wizards are born to stand at the top of the mysterious world, with magical potions, powerful alchemy, complete civilization inheritance, and unfathomable magic."

"These are the fundamental reasons why we let the aliens bow their heads."

Isis walked to the dark closet, tapped the closet lightly with her magic wand, and the things inside fearfully collected their dissipated magic power, and the temperature in the classroom rose, making the little wizards feel a lot better.

The new Slytherins smiled, obviously enjoying Isis's rhetoric.

Is this the hawk of the wizarding world?

Hearing what Isis said, Allen couldn't help but think of the word.

Isis's voice suddenly became high, with breathtaking power, "But once we lose our magic, then we will be lambs to be slaughtered."

"Those vampires in the shadows will bite open your veins, those dirty werewolves will tear your muscles, and those greedy goblins will carve up your last gold coin, the last..."

Isis's voice was full of dangerous jokes, "Your skull may become a ghoul's dinner plate."

"Now, I will teach you the first thing. Hold your wand, even in the face of the most terrible danger. This is the only thing you can find hope in."

"Dordoni Aibo, you come first."

Isis waved her wand, pointing at a tall freshman in Slytherin House, who was terrified and pulled to him by Isis with the levitation spell.

This Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is even wilder than he thought.

After landing, in order to cover up his gaffe just now, he wanted to straighten the dark green snake courtyard scarf on the wizard robe.

Isis didn't give the other party time to react, she knocked on the black wardrobe beside her.

The wardrobe opens.

A stale and decayed atmosphere leaked out.

Wisps of black mist swept through the classroom like a cold wind.

Wrapping all the sunlight, the surrounding colors fade away, leaving only black and white.

The black shadow was wearing a tattered cloak, and his rotten lips were full of bones, and he approached the pale Dordoni a little bit, as if to give him a farewell kiss that would never sleep.

"Dementors!"

cried a young Slytherin wizard in horror.

This seemed to be the last straw that crushed his courage. The last trace of blood faded from Dordoni's face, he slumped on the ground, and let go of the wand in his hand.

Isis frowned and shook her head, knocked on the closet again, and locked the dementor in.

"Mr. Aibo, you have failed."

After the cold faded, Dordoni found himself again, his pale face flushed first, and then he yelled at Isis, "You're murder!"

"You brought such an ugly and dirty thing into the classroom just now! I'm going to the Ministry of Magic to complain to you!"

"Is this the current Slytherin? It's really funny. It seems that the incident with the mysterious man has already broken the backbone of your pure blood."

Issie said indifferently, waved his wand, and sent Aibo back.

Then he looked towards Gryffindor, "Mr. Alan Stuart, come and show everyone."

"professor!"

No matter how brave the cubs were, they didn't believe that Allen could resist a dementor. They pleaded with Isis and pulled Allen to signal him not to go up.

Dementors are too dangerous, what if Isis was one step too late?

However, Isis treated her equally, and she also used the floating spell to pull Alan to her side.

Seeing this scene, the little snakes who had just been frightened looked much better.

Some people even sneered at the corners of their mouths, wanting to see this natural Gryffindor make a fool of himself.

The black cabinet was opened again, but this time the eerie picture did not appear before.

In an office of ordinary people, there are people coming and going around, and everyone's face is full of burnout and indifference, blocking all of Allen's sight.

There is no old Hogwarts, and no magical magic.

Maybe because of the dream, the wandering people are chasing the phantom.

But the dream will wake up one day.

after that.

Ordinary, boring and numbness enveloped him again.

Day after day, year after year.

That's what he's most afraid of.

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