Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Accompanied by the slightly harsh whistle, the train's "What's more, what's more" sound gradually became lower and entered a gentle stage. Finally, like a flashback, the wheels rubbed against the rails and made a loud noise before finally exhausting themselves. Finally, he slowly stopped on a dark and small platform.

Through the window, Parsifal saw the sparse bushes outside, and could deduce that this should be the rear of the castle.

"First-year students! Assemble here!"

As soon as the car stopped, Parsifal heard a loud, loud voice ringing in the night sky. Under the leadership of their seniors, the first-year wizards who had changed into wizard robes crowded towards the car door. They could not wait to get out of the car and set foot on the land of Hogwarts.

"Then, shall we go too?"

Seeing that almost all the people in the carriage had left, Parsifal opened the compartment door, led the three of them out of the train, and followed the instructions to a small platform. At this time, some of the young wizards who had come down early had gathered into a group, with their hands in front of their mouths, blowing out streams of white cold air.

"Oh my God, I should have worn an extra scarf if I had known it. There was no book saying it would be so cold."

Hermione shuddered, her cute face frowning slightly, looking a little regretful. Contrary to what she expected, the little wizard's wizard robe was actually a relatively close-fitting style, which forced her to give up the idea of ​​wrapping it up tightly.

Hannah, who was standing aside, nodded repeatedly, feeling the same way.

"incen. (flame blazing)"

Parsifal took out his wand, whispered in his mouth, and drew the wand in an oval shape in the air with a small arc. Slowly, a ball of orange-red flames rose up, about the size of two fists, floating in the air, illuminating the surroundings and continuously providing heat.

"Merlin, he can do magic!"

"That's a raging fire! I heard from my cousin that this is a magic that cannot be learned until the third grade."

"Oh my god, it's that man named Parsifal. He knocked down five people on the train!"

Seeing this scene, the little wizards started whispering in low voices, glancing at Parsifal from time to time. But once she noticed that he was looking at her, she quickly looked to the side, pretending that she was admiring the beautiful grass somewhere.

In just a moment, in their mouths, Parsifal changed from "a first-year wizard who is very good at spells" to "it is said that he grew up with dragons since he was a child and was predicted to be the next generation of Dark Lord". Role.

Ignoring the gossip of these little wizards, Parsifal looked at the flames in the air and shook his head. He waved his wand lightly and the flames exploded into a ball in the air, like midsummer fireworks.

"It's still too dangerous. I didn't expect that I couldn't even control it for such a short time."

Parsifal thought to himself that he kept trying various spells during the holidays, and even consulted the Aurors, members of the legal violent gang who came to the Leaky Cauldron pub, for advice, but he was always unable to maintain the state of the spell. There are difficulties.

He, Parsifal, would never admit it even if he was beaten to death. Only the Light Spell that he mastered very skillfully could fit his personality. He is a multi-turretist who firmly believes in the theory of superior firepower and bombardment.

However, this is not his only method.

"Everyone gets one in his hand."

After gently clapping his hands to bring Hermione, Neville, and others who seemed to be intoxicated by the fireworks back to their senses, Parsifal took out five small pieces of rough-looking parchment from the pocket of his robe and distributed them to them. Then he took out a crystal clear glass bottle from the small package in his hand. In the bottle was a somewhat turbid red-red liquid.

"sigel"

I saw Parsifal carefully pouring a drop of the liquid in the vial onto each of the parchments. A rune that was quite similar to the shape of lightning lit up slightly, glowing with golden light.

"Oh my God, Parsifal, how did you do it! Oh my God! I swear, there is no such spell in any book I read! I remember it in "Magic Potions and Potions" There was a mention of a warming potion, and something mentioned in "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft"..."

Hermione gently rubbed the lines on the surface of the parchment, feeling the warmth coming from her hands as if she were leaning against a fire, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Standing next to her, Hannah and Neville swayed their eyes and listened to Hermione's endless recall of the contents of the book, but their hands did not stop folding the parchment in their hands.

Although they didn't say it out loud, their eyes narrowed due to comfort revealed that they had the same thought.

In the excitement, Little Beaver had obviously forgotten many things, one of which was that they were about to enroll in a prestigious magic school that had been passed down for thousands of years.

"Look, we're leaving."

Parsifal had to change the subject and pointed to the tall figure of Hagrid holding an oil lamp in front of him.

"Okay, all the first-year wizards are here, right? Come with me."

Turning around, Hagrid walked forward with a smile on his bearded face, holding the oil lamp high in his hand.

Under the leadership of Hagrid, the little wizards walked downhill along a steep and narrow path. It was dark on both sides of the path, and from time to time they heard the sounds of animals running on dead leaves or birds frightened. It was only then that several people discovered the value of the parchment sent by Parsifal.

——There is no need to hold up the wand to illuminate like a fluorescent spell, and naturally it is not easy to trip over the tree roots and gravel exposed on the road. The intensity of the light was huge and the light was stable. As long as he walked in front, it could illuminate a distance of several meters. This made Hagrid want to throw away the oil lamp he was holding.

"I think they need some help."

Parsifal called to the few people following him and pointed at the other little wizards who were following closely behind them.

"Ten people, walk close behind me!"

Before Parsifal finished speaking, Hermione understood, turned her head, and waved the parchment in her hand. Under her leadership, Neville, Hannah and others also dispersed, allowing the little wizards to gather into several small groups with them as the center.

Under the moonlight, the woods on both sides of the road were deep and quiet, and five groups of slightly swaying golden firelights illuminated a road leading to the front. The young wizards of 1991 may have experienced the most relaxing trek in the woods in the history of the school.

And Parsifal, who had brought all this, walked alone in front of the five groups of fire. At the top of the wand in his hand, a faint fluorescent light flickered, illuminating only the area that was enough for him to be safe.

At the same time, in the deep forest, a tall, hook-nosed old wizard wearing pure white wizard robes was quietly watching this scene. On his shoulder, a red bird was pecking at his collar; and on a low branch nearby, a tabby cat was also waiting quietly.

"Minerva, let's go back. I hope it's still a lucky year."

With a sigh and a "pop" sound like pressing bubble wrap, the old wizard disappeared, leaving only a few words of emotion floating in the forest.