Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 51
About an hour later, about one-fifth of the students successfully used the Disarming Curse one after another, but they were not proficient and stable enough, let alone powerful.

The rest of the wands waved their wands and pronounced their incantations in the same way. All they lacked was a little bit of "wizard inspiration".

Magic is like this, those wizards who are talented can master a little bit, and those who are not talented can only barely make up for it through acquired hard work.

Peter understood this "lack of inspiration" dilemma very well. Wormtail was a stupid and mediocre wizard before the fifth grade, so he encouraged and guided these dull students as much as possible.

"Very well, Dean, you've improved a lot. It would be nice if you could stick out your wand a little faster."

"Percy, you're already in Auror form."

"Brilliant, Ron! You managed to knock Hermione's wand down - well, that's what it is - next time you swing your wand a little less."

……

On the other side, Snape was the opposite of Peter. He had always been a very talented wizard, and he couldn't understand those students who lacked talent at all. In his opinion, students who spent an hour and couldn't learn a spell must have no intentions.

"Longbottom, what do I have to do to pour knowledge into your thick skull?" He snatched Neville's wand away, and re-demonstrated angrily, "Disarm - remember this time Is it? Use a little refreshment!"

Neville nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Peter knew that Neville wasn't inattentive, but that he was so focused on correcting his wand swing that he forgot to say the spell.

But he didn't stop Snape's behavior.

There are two teachers in a class, one is the "good guy" and the other is the "bad guy", the students learn faster and more solidly.

Besides, he didn't think he could stop it.

He walked to the center of the stage again and clapped his hands.

"Okay!" He said, "This is the end of the basic exercises for this class. You can practice by yourself according to the "Wizard Combat Guide" after class. Next, I would like to invite two students to come on stage and perform a real battle for us." Wizard duel."

This session sounded much more interesting than the basic exercises. The students sat down in the stands one after another and buzzed about it, but no one took the initiative to stand up.

"Is there no student who volunteered to come on stage?" Peter looked around the entire stand, "Then I have to randomly call a senior student to come on stage——Mr. Marcus Flint!"

There was a roar of laughter from the stands because Flint was in eighth grade.

That's right, for some reason, he spent eight years in Hogwarts, a seven-year school, and became the highest grade student in the school.

It was said that he spent so much time on Quidditch that he consistently failed his Astronomy and Transfiguration exams and ended up repeating a grade.

Peter was not very interested in the reason for his repetition, but Flint has always refused to learn to create a magic space. He said that Peter's magic is useless in actual combat, and today Peter wants to see his actual combat strength.

After a long time, when the laughter of the crowd gradually subsided, Flint squeezed down from the back row. He was very big, his movements were a little clumsy, and his eyebrows and eyes were still pretty, but his two buck teeth ruined everything.

Flint looked very embarrassed, but Peter pretended not to see it, and at the same time, Snape looked very bad, it is indeed a shame that Slytherin House has such a stupid Quidditch captain like a troll Things left at home.

"Which classmate is willing to duel with Mr. Flint? If not, I can only call another one at random." Peter said.

"Professor Peddie! Let me do it!" Roger Davis walked down from the stands. He put on a heroic air as much as possible, walked onto the stage with his head held high, and glanced back at Zhang Qiu behind him from time to time.

Harry sighed in the stands, regretting that he hadn't been more positive just now.

Roger Davis is the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and Zhang Qiu's teammate.

In last year's Quidditch match, Marcus Flint knocked Qiu Zhang off his broomstick, and it seemed that Roger Davies was planning to do something in front of Qiu Zhang.

Peter dragged the two students to the center of the stage, asked them to wear duel badges, and explained to them the basic etiquette of wizard duels.

"Please bow to each other—very good. When I start counting, you walk back to each other. When I count to three, I ask the two students to turn around and officially start the duel."

"one……"

Flint's boatlike feet tripped over each other, and he cursed sullenly.

"two……"

Davis was overwhelmed and turned too soon, realizing his mistake after making a small half-turn and hastily turning back.

Scattered laughter resounded from the stands, Snape frowned and narrowed his eyes, he was obviously not optimistic about this wizard duel.

"three!"

Due to Davis's mistake just now, Flint turned around first——

"Except your weapons!"

He pointed his wand fiercely forward, and the shout resounded through the hall.

A slender red light streaked through the air and hit Davis' chest.

The wand in Davis' hand trembled.

He clenched his wand tightly and adjusted his stance, "Disarm you!" He fired back.

The spell hit Flint's right shoulder, and his wand rose dangerously upwards, but he held on.

"Except your weapons!"

Flint immediately struck a second time, but the spell, so thin it was barely visible, flew just a few feet above Davis' head.

Seeing the opponent's mistakes, Davis boosted his confidence.

"Expelliarmus!" He said the spell again, aiming at Flint, but only a few sparks emanated from the tip of his staff.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Flint held his wand, rushed to Davis in three steps and two steps, and punched him in the face with his fists.

Davis hurriedly took a few steps back, "Except you—"

"Ow!" His wand poked his opponent's mouth, causing Flint's buck teeth to stand out even more, and the students in the stands couldn't help laughing at the comical sight.

Harry deliberately looked over to Zhang Qiu, and found that she also had a smile on her face, and he felt a burst of relief in his heart, writhing happily like Hagrid's Flobber caterpillar falling into the pile of lettuce.

On stage, within seconds, Davies and Flint were grappling, turning a wizarding duel into a Muggle brawl, long before their wands fell to the ground.

"Stop!" Peter drew out his wand and pointed at them, and both of them were petrified and froze in place.

Snape looked at the two students and approached Peter with a sneer on his face.

"Professor Peddie, what do you think of the - I don't know what to call it - score between Mr. Flint and Mr. Davies?"

"I can only make no comment." Peter shook his head.

To be honest, this "wizard duel" once again hit Peter's psychological defenses. He really didn't expect the standard of this generation of students to be so bad.

"Perhaps we should show them..." Snape murmured.

"Severus, are you going to duel me?" Peter stared into his cold black eyes, which hadn't been part of their previous lesson plan.

(End of this chapter)