Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"Xi" is actually an enhanced version of fluorescent flashing, a course that can only be learned in fifth grade or above. It enhances the fluorescent flashing effect by increasing the injection and control of magic power.

"The first thing to learn is the basic fluorescent flick, like this, flick your wrist in a half circle, up, and then say the spell."

In the compartment, Parsifal guided the other three little wizards who had taken out their wands. This spell is not difficult. As long as you don't have a talent like a giant monster, or you have a full explosive talent like "Messenger of Justice", you just need to strictly follow the steps step by step, and you will be fine...

"boom!"

A sudden explosion sounded, scaring Parsifal's wrist. At this moment, he swore that he was almost considering switching to prophecy. But he soon realized that it was not the fault of the three little wizards in front of him.

——Hermione and Hannah were comparing the brightness of the fluorescent light at the top of their wands. Neville suppressed his blush, like a stick-wielding baboon in heat or constipation.

"Haha, haha, this, is this what you call transfiguration, waving your wand and turning the chocolate frog into charcoal? Are you sure you are really a half-blood, not a Muggle? Or is your mother a Muggle?"

"I bet that a little wizard like you would be expelled and kicked out on the first day after entering Hogwarts for threatening the safety of the school."

It was a man and a woman, two voices sounded outside the cubicle.

"Shabini, don't say that. On the bright side, maybe this way he can avoid booking a lifelong bed at St. Mungo's?"

Another boy's voice sounded a little abruptly, with a pretentious accent, which made people feel inexplicably disgusted.

What he said was followed by echoing giggles from the two panting boys.

"How can you say that? It's too much!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows and stood up to walk out of the cubicle. The knuckles holding the wand were a little white.

"……never mind."

Holding Hermione's shoulders, Parsifal smiled at her, stood up, opened the door of the compartment and took the lead to step out.

He had already roughly guessed who the protagonist of this conflict was, and such an insult disgusted him.

"It wouldn't be a gentleman to let a little girl rush out like this."

After finding a reason for himself, Parsifal took out his wand and held it in his hand.

"You are going too far! You must apologize to Seamus!"

As soon as he stepped out of the compartment door, Parsifal saw a dark-skinned boy standing not far in front of him. The boy was not tall and had black hair, but his courage was undisputed enough to call him a Gryffindor. Even though his hand holding the wand was shaking, he still stood up bravely.

Opposite the boy were four men and one woman. With almost no prompting, Parsifal was able to guess their identities.

Draco Malfoy, a pale man with a tapered chin and blond hair, was surrounded in the center, smiling. Blaise Zabini, who has high cheekbones, dark skin, and slightly squinted squint, stood in the front, side by side with his pet "poodle" Pansy, and two "Yiwu-made" pendants. Krabi and Gower stood at the front. later.

Five people stood in a group, blocking the passage of the carriage.

"Why should you apologize? With your broken stick? Or with your Muggle parents? Who is my father?!"

Malfoy showed a somewhat arrogant smile on his lips, pushed aside Pansy who was blocking him, and spoke slowly and softly. But before he finished speaking, he let out a scream and covered the back of his head.

"Can I? Draco Malfoy."

Parsifal stood up, with a faint aura still remaining on the top of the wand in his hand.

He gently patted the shoulder of the boy in front of him, motioning for him to let out of the passage, and walked a few steps away from Malfoy. Here, he could already see that the eyebrows in the cubicle changed from one to half, and his face was full of Gray and black Seamus.

"Williams, this matter has nothing to do with you, don't ask for trouble."

Malfoy's face suddenly turned ugly. When he was in Diagon Alley, he once tried to cut in line, but Parsifal used a magic spell to lift his collar up and float out of the Leaky Cauldron. But he also knew that Parsifal was not a guy he could beat.

"Irrelevant? You just insulted my friends and insulted me as a Muggle. Do you call this irrelevant?"

Hearing Malfoy's words, Parsifal's heart didn't waver at all. If he hadn't suppressed the desire to complain, he would have laughed at this moment. Being able to say "I can't beat you" so fresh and refined is like giving him a face-saving case. This is the first time he has encountered it.

"Draco?" The tall Zabini leaned against the doorframe, lazily playing with the wand in his hand, without even looking at Parsifal. "It seems that you need a little help?"

Zabini stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "Anyone who will support a mudblood is either a mudblood or a traitor." And he couldn't wait to teach this brave boy a lesson. Thinking of this, Zabini took two steps slightly to the side to get out of the way of "Poodle" Pansy Perkins.

"Idiot Perkins doesn't deserve to be by my side."

Zabini's face turned cold, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Williams, stay back and stay out of your own business."

After hearing Zabini's words, Malfoy looked unhappy and said to Parsifal again in a cold voice.

"Apology, or wizard duel, it's right here. If you give up, it means the Malfoy family has also given up."

"I don't mind if five of you cowards come together and treat me alone."

Parsifal's attitude was equally determined, and the wand in his hand began to glow slightly.

"As for you two, do you dare to be my assistant?"

He turned to look at the equally indignant dark-skinned boy and Hermione, who looked at him worriedly, and protected them behind him.

Parsifal was not worried about angering the pure-blood noble families. This was Hogwarts after all, and Lucius' dirty hands could not reach this far.

"Even if he dared to reach out, he would chop it into pieces."

As a time traveler, he is not afraid of trouble at all. Moreover, if the plan does not go wrong, there will be no room for "pure-blood nobles" in the wizarding world in the future.

"lootor rtis! (leg locking curse)"

Malfoy had a fierce look on his face, and he pulled out his right hand from his wide sleeve. A bright light quickly shot towards Parsifal, but he was easily dodged by him who was well prepared.

"Go together."

With a slight blush on his cheeks, Malfoy pointed at Parsifal, and the five of them rushed over.

At this age, being able to master one or two magic spells is considered to be an outstanding talent. Five people beat one person, and a flying dragon rides on his face. How can he lose?

"So what if it's unfair. I'm a noble Malfoy. I can shut them up just by telling my father."

Malfoy thought to himself, clenched his right fist, suppressed his pace, and followed behind Crabbe and Goyle.

"Oh, pure-blooded noble Malfoy."

"avis! (Flock of birds)"

Parsifal gave a disdainful "scoff" and raised the wand. The top of the wand was gestating with silver light.