Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 50 Practice of the Disarming Curse

"Well, now we're officially starting class."

Peter paused, waiting for the students to turn their attention from the dueling badges in their hands to himself, before continuing.

"The content of our lecture today is the disarming spell. This is a simple, effective, and safe spell. Students who have not mastered this spell should not worry. Students who have mastered it should not be complacent. There are also simple spells that you don't know. University question—”

He turned around and looked around at all the students.

"—May I ask which students have mastered this spell?"

Scatteredly, some senior students in the stands raised their hands, and some obviously hesitated when they raised their hands, obviously not confident about their own level.

"Very good, but the ratio is less than I thought." Peter shook his head lightly. The Disarming Curse should have been part of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the second grade. I really don't know what the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers in front of me are doing every day. .

Peter stretched out his arm to gesture to Snape, "First, I would like to ask Professor Snape to give you a demonstration."

Snape waved his wand with a deadpan expression, his movements were much wider than usual, obviously for the convenience of the students to imitate, "Disarm!" He also chanted the spell several times slower than normal.

A thin red light shot from the tip of his staff and flew towards Peter, the spell was weak.

Peter raised his wand: "Armor protection!"

The Disarming Curse collided with the barrier made by the Iron Armor Curse, and the barrier vibrated slightly, causing ripples around the impact point, and soon both the Disarming Curse and the Iron Armor Curse disappeared.

The offensive and defensive drills of the Disarming Curse and the Iron Armor Curse were discussed in advance by the two, and there was no element of unfriendliness. Both of them tacitly withdrew their strength so that one of them would not be knocked down when the spells collided.

"That's the Disarming Charm," Peter explained. "If I get hit, my wand goes out of my hand, and I defend with the Iron Armor Charm—and we'll learn the Iron Armor Charm soon, too, if it goes well."

He moved closer to the edge of the stage, closer to the students.

"Okay, let's invite a student who has already mastered the Disarming Curse to give us a demonstration—"

Cedric Diggory laughed nervously, looked at his friends, and raised his hands a little shyly.

"Oh, very good," Peter smiled encouragingly, and made an invitation gesture, "it's a Hogwarts warrior—Mr. Diggory, please."

He knew that the disarming spell could not trouble Digory, who was already in seventh grade. In order to win honor for Hogwarts and Hufflepuff House in the Triwizard Tournament, this warrior put a lot of effort into dueling spells.

In the audience, Harry's eyes were fixed on Cedric's every move. He didn't participate in the Triwizard Tournament out of intention, but in his heart he still regarded senior Cedric as his rival.

Cedric Diggory squeezed his way out of the stands and onto the stage, wand clutched.

He stopped awkwardly without reaching the middle of the stage, as if he didn't know where to stand or where to cast his spell.

He subconsciously moved closer to Peter, who was smiling encouragingly and Snape's expression was icy cold.

Peter saw the kid's nervousness, and he gestured towards the ceiling of the auditorium, and Cedric understood, and he shouted, "Disarm!"

A thin but steady red light shot out from the tip of his staff and disappeared near the ceiling.

Peter nodded encouragingly, "Very good, the basic skills are well mastered."

But he was actually a little disappointed in his heart. Cedric basically represented the highest level of Hogwarts students. He thought he would see something more amazing than basic skills.

Right now, let the students release a stable disarming spell first, at least Cedric's swinging posture, rhythm and spell pronunciation are impeccable.

"In a wizard's duel, life and death are just a matter of an instant," he explained. "Your opponent won't give you a second chance, just like a person who dies can't be resurrected—"

Peter paused so that the students could pay more attention to what he was going to say, and in this gap, he saw the corner of Snape's mouth move.

"——Therefore, before pursuing the power and speed of spells, we must first ensure the stability of spellcasting. The standard of stability is that one thousand spellcastings cannot fail once."

After finishing speaking, Peter pulled Cedric closer to him, grabbed his wrist, and explained in detail the details that need to be paid attention to in releasing the disarming spell with him as an example.

Then he asked Cedric to return to his seat, and with the students spread out as much as possible, he practiced disarming with the tip of his wand pointed at the ceiling.

When Peter organized the students to practice, he didn't dare to look at Madam Pomfrey. At this moment, her face was as green as Professor Sprout's vegetable garden.

Soon, the chant of "Expelliarmus" resounded in the auditorium, and the students were all waving their wands stupidly.

In order to prevent accidents, both Peter and Snape stepped down from the stage to correct the students whose posture and pronunciation were not standard.

"Neville, don't shake your hands. What you lack is confidence." Peter looked at Neville's round face gently, and sweat was already streaming down that face.

"Susan, you are too serious, you need to relax your wrists, yes, very good."

"Ron, don't be too impatient, you almost poked Harry's glasses off—"

At this moment, there was a steady red light from Hermione's wand, and she quickly mastered the Disarming Charm. Peter was not surprised by this, "Very well, Hermione, you can guide poor Ron." He approved said.

Next to Hermione, Harry also succeeded, he was a step behind Hermione because he was taking the time to fix his glasses.

Compared with Hermione's spell, Harry's disarming spell was obviously more powerful, but less stable, and the red light emitted by his disarming spell was uneven.

Peter didn't say too many negative comments (although some students were really bad), he was more inclined to encourage,
On the other side, Snape already had an expression of suppressing his anger. As a genius, he couldn't understand why there were so many "fools and idiots" students in the world.

"Crabbe, stop waving the little wooden stick in your hand." Across the crowd, he stretched out his crutch unexpectedly, and accurately pressed against Crabbe's wand.

If the goofy look of surprise on Crabbe's face wasn't so troll-like, the teacher-student pair would have been a bit of a swordsmanship match.

Next to Crabbe, Malfoy's pointed face was as white as a piece of paper, and his hand holding his wand was frozen in the air. He seemed afraid to practice the Disarming Charm in front of Snape, for fear that it would reveal his mistake and attract the court. A terrible rage.

But Snape didn't look at Malfoy, his eyes turned to Seamus Finnigan in the stand opposite, as Seamus's wand tip cracked.

He blew up the cauldron and injured Snape in the first Potions class, but luckily this time it was a near miss and there was no explosion.

Snape walked away from Malfoy and walked quickly towards the Gryffindor stand area, growling at Seamus angrily.

Malfoy finally caught his breath, and Pansy Parkinson looked at him suspiciously, she thought his fear of Snape was exaggerated.

(End of this chapter)