Melee wizards at Hogwarts

What should a master do when he encounters five blade thieves within a distance of less than 10 yards?

Shockwave? refrigerator? Or just flash?

All of these methods are possible, but Parsifal will choose another.

——Calm and calm, Pyroblast Technique.

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Avis is another transformation spell he has mastered. The principle is to transform magic power into the shape of light birds, which can be commanded. The more magic there is, the more birds fly.

If you spend a lot of money, you can also make the bird look like a real living creature with realistic skin, which is often used at weddings or when practicing fine control of magic spells.

But Parsifal discovered another advantage of this curse, which is that when the magic bird hits a person, the target will feel as uncomfortable as being punched, but it will not leave scars or bruises. green.

When two swordsmen meet, it should be that the brave one wins. But when one of the swordsmen suddenly pulled out an AK-47 from there, the outcome was undoubtedly doomed before it even started.

From the top of Parsifal's wand, dozens of birds transformed into silver light fluttered out and shot towards Zabini, Pansy and the pendant*2 like arrows from a string.

"Ah, what the hell is this! Bastard, stop!"

"Get away! Do you know what you are doing?! I won't let you go!"

Zabini and Pansy at the front were the first to bear the brunt. They were each targeted by five or six birds. Their hands were fluttering wildly like orangutans praying for rain. However, they were still hit by birds from time to time. They cried out in pain and were not allowed to hug them in the corner of the carriage. Head squatting to defend.

On the contrary, the pendant*2 who followed at the end was much smarter. When he saw that the forward was killed, he ran backwards into a compartment and closed the door forcefully.

The only ones left standing in the field were a lonely Malfoy who was dropped by the double pendant, and Parsifal with a malicious smile on his face.

Except for the seven or eight birds that were pestering Zabini and Pansy, the rest were floating in the air, staring at Malfoy motionless.

"Now, no one will interrupt our duel. First, we should bow."

Parsifal imitated a noble duel, leaning his right hand holding the wand on his left shoulder and bowing slightly.

"Don't come over! My father is Lu!"

Malfoy's face turned pale, and before he could finish speaking, a flying bird crashed into his chest. Unable to react in time, Malfoy groaned in pain and turned even paler.

"This is a formal wizard's duel, and pure-blood nobles such as the Malfoys should know how to be polite. Now, bow."

Parsifal took two steps forward, waved his wand lightly, and the birds flapped their wings and changed their formations. Under his gaze, Malfoy's lips twitched, as if he wanted to curse. He looked at Parsifal, then at the birds in the sky, and bowed reluctantly.

He muttered something like "my dad."

"Then the duel begins. I think we have enough witnesses, huh? According to the rules passed down by nobles from generation to generation, I seem to have the power to kill the loser now, right? Can I kill you, Germany? Laco?”

Parsifal clapped his hands and seemed very happy to ask Malfoy. Although it was a question, the tone was extremely certain. He stared at Malfoy and took steps slowly.

Many little wizards in the carriage had been attracted by the noisy sounds and opened the doors of each compartment. However, after looking at the tense atmosphere, they secretly retracted and peeked through the glass windows.

"Parsifal! You can't do this! You will be expelled!"

Hermione stopped in front of Parsifal, very anxious. "Patsy is sensible," Hannah said quickly, dragging her behind. This made her face relax a little, but she still stared at the field, holding up her wand.

"Yes, you can't kill me! You will be fired!"

But this seemed to remind Malfoy, some color reappeared on his face, and he spoke loudly, hoping to provide himself with confidence through this method, but his continuous retreating steps exposed his messy heart.

He was afraid.

"Ok?"

Parsifal sneered, raised his wand to chest level, and suddenly took a big step forward, making Malfoy fall to the ground in fright.

"My dad will give you money, lots of money!"

"My father can arrange a job for you at the Ministry of Magic. He is good friends with Minister Fudge!"

"Also, my dad is okay...he can give you whatever you need."

Malfoy almost cried. He looked up at Parsifal's eyes. He was extremely convinced that the other party would really kill him, or at least he was prepared to kill him.

"Your dad, your dad, what else do you have besides your dad? A Malfoy name? Two lackeys who can run faster than a curse? You have nothing but your fragile self-esteem as a pureblood. To the point of being pathetic. Look, your friends aren't even willing to stand up for you anymore."

Parsifal pointed to the corner and held his head in front of Pansy and Zabini, who were pretending to be still. The birds chasing them had already been withdrawn, but they did not have the courage to look at Malfoy.

"I said, duel or apology, you only have one last chance to choose."

He continued to walk forward, waving his wand gently, and all the flying birds gathered together again and turned into the shape of a long arrow, motionless in the air, quietly waiting for Malfoy's choice.

"My dad...I...I'm sorry."

Malfoy's lips slowly opened and closed, wanting to say something, but in the end he fell silent, lowered his head, and apologized almost inaudibly. The sound is not loud, but it is undoubtedly clear enough in the quiet car.

"Seamus, Draco has apologized and learned enough lessons. Are you willing to forgive him?"

Parsifal turned to Seamus and asked his opinion.

"Huh? Okay, I do."

Seamo was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was asking himself. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

Although Malfoy's attitude was far from sincere, he believed that the lesson Malfoy had learned was profound enough.

"And what about you?"

Parsifal looked around and glanced at the other people who were pretending to say "You can't see me," including the two pendants who had opened the door slightly, and "I'm sorry" was muttered out of their mouths one after another.

"Then this duel is over."

With a flick of the wand, the birds in the sky exploded into silver light rain, and Parsifal clapped his hands with satisfaction.

But at this moment, a red light lit up behind him. We have reached the junction of the carriages. There are railings on the left and right, and Parsifal has no way to avoid it!

"diffindo! (split into pieces)."

Blaise Zabini, who had quietly stood up, held the wand in his hand and looked at Parsifal sinisterly. If the crushing curse falls on the human body, even if the little wizard's magic power is not strong enough, serious injury is inevitable!

"viri fortis."

Silver light shrouded Parsifal's body. His arm muscles bulged. He pressed the right railing and pulled, narrowly avoiding the curse. Then he rushed over and kicked Zabini in the arm. On the chest, he kicked him out and fell to the ground, where he fainted.

"He's not dead yet, take him away, Malfoy."

Showing a smile to Hannah and Hermione who came over anxiously, Parsifal said without looking back. It was only then that he realized that the pendant*2 was over, but he still had the foresight to lift Zabini and walk towards his cubicle.

"There are two types of arrogance. One is those with low abilities, and the other is those with lofty ambitions. I admire the latter, but you are undoubtedly the former."

When the silent Malfoy passed by, Parsifal said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"But you didn't cry, at least you're still a man."