Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 149 The Battle Between the Two Evans

"I admit defeat, I will never defeat you." Evan said unexpectedly.

"Indeed, it's too much for you to fight an adult wizard," Peter said with a smile. "But what if I let you fight a white magic version of yourself?"

Evan's expression was slightly astonished, and the other students were also puzzled. Only a few people present knew that Peter had the ability to engrave the human body.

"Professor, I didn't understand what you said..." Evan said.

Peter flicked his wand, and another Christine Evan appeared opposite the real Evan. Like the real Evan, he had a pair of indifferent gray eyes, and his face was as delicate and angular as a chiseled knife. With a smile.

There was an uproar in the classroom, and the students stared dumbfounded at the two identical Evans in front of them. No one had ever seen such magic.

The copied version of Evan smiled and glanced at the students sitting in a circle. Although his eyes were more indifferent, Peter himself could still be seen from his expression and posture.

"This is an advanced form of magic engraving," Peter explained, "I can use the transfiguration technique to create a double that is exactly the same as the main body, and this double—"

Peter stopped, and Evan's substitute continued his words: "—under my control, exactly the same as the original ability."

Seeing Peter and Evan's doubles split into two and say the same sentence, the students immediately understood the principle of this magic, and their surprised eyes moved back and forth between Peter and Evan's doubles, when they were still marking When a large enough statue of a knight is troubled, Professor Pedillo can already engrave a living person.

Evan stood in front of his other self, with a vigilant expression, and he hadn't accepted the challenge for a long time. Snape stood aside with his hands behind his back, urging impatiently: "Hurry up and start, don't you want us to wait until we fall asleep?"

"Yes, sir." Evan said in his usual polite tone, "But professor, I have a question, what level of black magic can I use?"

Peter replied: "All you can do, as long as you can ensure that it will not hurt yourself." He circled the circle where the students were sitting, and a thin orange-yellow The text is separated.

Professor Flitwick jumped off the sofa, stretched out a hand and said, "My child, be safe and don't be arrogant."

Evan nodded, and raised his wand to the replica version of himself. He thrust his wand forward, and a gray-white spell shot out from the tip of his wand. wiped off.

"A bone-pulling spell," Snape commented, "in which the victim suffers excruciating pain and then sees himself reduced to a boneless mass of flesh for the caster to slaughter."

Blaise Zabini shivered. He had experienced the pain himself a few months earlier, and he passed out from the pain.

The first blow was easily dodged by the opponent, and Evan's expression was a little serious. He bit his lower lip lightly and observed the opponent's movements.

Under Peter's control, the replica Evan was obviously more skilled than the real Evan. While sliding sideways, he cast a disarming spell with a tricky angle. The real Evan used the Iron Armor Curse in a hurry, Barely bounced the spell.

"Bad Armor Charm," Snape commented with a sneer.

The replica Evan launched a gust of attack, the wind was blowing under his feet, and his steps were not chaotic at all. Even though he only used the Disarming Curse, each of his blows was precise and decisive. The real Evan only lasted ten minutes. It was exhausting in a few seconds.

Snape said again: "Very good, every time Mr. Evan swung his wand twice as far as his opponent. Those who didn't know it thought he was chasing flies with a stick."

There were a few snickers among the students, Christine Evan didn't look at Snape, he slammed the air with his wand, and a purple-black, jagged magic whip struck towards his opponent with harsh noises.

The stand-in controlled by Peter deftly pushed the spell away with his wand, and was hit by the deflected purple-black magic whip on the orange-yellow barrier, leaving a curved, red-hot scorching mark.

Under the tremendous power of this spell, the body of the replica Evan lost his balance. He staggered a few steps back and was almost knocked to the ground. The magic wand in his hand seemed to be turned into ashes. mouth.

"Interesting dark magic," said Snape, "whoever is hit by a magical whip is bruised and bruised—"

Hearing this sentence, the students sitting in a circle gasped, but the three Slytherin students who were most panicked were the three Slytherin students who could see the spell even without Snape's effort to explain it. A dreadful mark left on a magical barrier.

After a short pause, Snape continued: "—Not only that, but the wounds caused by this black magic are also cursed and difficult to heal. The wounds will deteriorate to the point of gut-piercing within a few months. Even if the victim can If you survive by luck, you will also be disabled for life..."

Peter glanced at Snape, and found that there was an imperceptible smile on his face. When he mentioned the tragic end of the victims of black magic, not only did he not bear it, but he couldn't help showing some kind of morbid interest. .

Although Snape didn't like Christine Evan who caused him a lot of trouble, for a dark arts fanatic like him, a Defense Against the Dark Arts class full of dark arts was more interesting than anything.

Peter couldn't help slandering that wizards who love black magic are all the same from the bottom of their hearts. They are all cruel, vicious, and dark. Otherwise, it is impossible for them to have the negative inner power enough to release powerful black magic.

Only extremely naive people would wishfully believe that there are dark wizards with a pure heart in the world, and the "character" of a dark wizard can only be judged by his degree of self-denial.

Relatively "good" dark wizards would rather put knives on animals. Most of the people who sell and buy black magic supplies in the weird and gloomy Knockturn Alley are listed here, while relatively "bad" dark wizards are not in Ah To be in prison for Zikaban is to become the dark lord who responds to everyone, enjoying the glory and wealth.

It’s just that this glory and wealth may not be enjoyed for too long: Gellert Grindelwald is currently imprisoned in the Nurmengard he built; Tom Riddle is wandering somewhere at the moment, brewing a shady conspiracy; Hai Erbo, the first Dark Lord in history, is still suffering from death.

As a teacher, Peter only hoped that Kristin Evan wouldn't be the next Dark Lord...

He manipulated the replica of Evan, and launched a fierce attack again. Evan's footwork and body skills were completely incomparable with his replica. After a dazzling attack and defense, the replica Evan's wand held against Evan. throat.

"General." The replica Evan said.

But Evan didn't give in obediently. He took three steps back and swung his wand wide open and closed. The purple-black half-crow monster flew out from the tip of his wand and rushed towards his opponent.

The replica Evan shouted calmly: "Call God to protect you!"

A silver raven flew out from the tip of his staff, and the half-arven monster's body turned into nothing the moment it touched its wings.

Evan raised his wand tenaciously again, and Peter said loudly, "Stop it, you've already lost twice!"

(End of this chapter)