Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall opened the door wide. The foyer behind the door was so huge that it could almost fit a two-story house in. The walls on both sides were made of marble, decorated with blazing torches, and the ceiling was so high that you couldn't even see the top. ,

On the front, there is a luxurious marble staircase that leads directly to the upper floor. The buzzing sounds of hundreds of people came from the door on the right, undoubtedly students from other grades. But the little wizards, led by Professor McGonagall, came to a small empty room at the other end of the hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said, "The opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the dining hall to sit down, you must first confirm which house you are going to... Click here for the full text. "

"I suggest that while you are waiting, you should tidy up yourselves and at least look energetic." Her eyes were on the cloak that Neville had tied under his left ear by mistake and the other red-haired boy who had a little dirt on his nose, and then Turning to Parsifal, "Williams, long time no see. Also, you did a good job."

There was a hint of tenderness in Professor McGonagall's serious face, the corners of her mouth could barely be said to be raised slightly, and then she left the room.

"How could they accurately assign us to which college?"

After Professor McGonagall left the room, a thin boy next to the red hair asked. His question attracted the attention of many young wizards, who all turned to look at him.

"It's always a test, I guess. Fred said it hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking."

The red-haired boy said with some trepidation, obviously he was not very sure.

"I heard that we are required to fight a certain monster!"

Fatty Neville's voice trembled a little and became high-pitched.

Many unfounded speculations were thrown out and quickly dismissed, and then the room fell into a strange silence. The young wizards, even the wizarding families like Malfoy who were proud of being "pure-blooded", were all stomping on the spot, except for Hermione.

——She was holding the wand and was toying with the magic spells she had mastered incoherently. The top of the wand shone brightly and sparks intertwined, scaring the little wizard next to her into leaving a circle of space.

Hannah clutched her collar and looked worriedly at Parsifal, who was standing alone in a corner of the room. He was standing on the innermost side of the room close to the hall, his face turning a little red. Not far from him, Malfoy, Pansy, Zabini and others stood in a group, watching him warily, fearing that Parsifal would suddenly jump up and throw a set of wild punches.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on!"

Parsifal cursed in his heart, he had never expected such a situation. Ever since he entered this room, his vague connection with the surrounding environment had become much stronger. Faintly, an invisible energy was flowing from the hall and pouring into his mind.

This feeling is definitely not comfortable at all. At this moment, he is like a big goose used to harvest foie gras in France. He is fixed in place by invisible restraints and cannot move a step. A large amount of energy is forcefully poured into him, even if it has exceeded The load still never stops.

In his perception, time has become a relative concept, and he doesn't know how much time has passed.

But Parsifal knew very well that this state could not continue no matter what, and he decided not to place his hope on anyone!

At the age of 11, he didn't know everything about the wizarding world, but at most it was only slightly better than ordinary wizards. In his mind, there is no magic spell that can be used in this situation to quickly release the full energy in the body.

"No, maybe there is still one."

With a flash of inspiration, Parsifal suddenly remembered the feeling of being cut off from his surroundings when he first used the "strengthening" spell, and now this is exactly what he needs!

“viri fortis”

Enduring the pain all over his body, Parsifal tried to move his lips. Accompanied by the almost inaudible chanting of incantations, a devastating silver light bloomed. In the middle of the silver light, there was even a faint hint of red.

Parsifal looked at the red color with some confusion. For some reason, a deep feeling of intimacy came from his heart. The red is not the blood red that symbolizes cruelty, or the pink that favors love, but just pure red, crimson red, flame-like red, lion-like red.

"Bang!"

The door to the room was pushed open forcefully. Dumbledore, an old wizard with white hair and white beard, stood in front of the door, holding a pale elder wand in his hand and extending his right arm forward. His expression was extremely ugly, it was hard to describe, maybe angry, maybe shocked, his blue eyes almost shot out with flames.

"diffindo!"

A red light shot from the tip of the wand, through the crowd and toward the wall. After a loud noise of "Boom!", the marble wall cracked directly and was divided into seven stone slabs, which were fixed in mid-air by Dumbledore's spell, which only caused pain to the students sitting close to the wall. , was splashed with dust.

But they probably didn't care, because at this moment, everyone in the entire auditorium, or non-human beings, fell into silence, staring here with dumbfounded eyes.

"Godric! Gryffindor!"

In this weird silence, Professor McGonagall, or rather, the old black pointed hat in Professor McGonagall's hand suddenly opened a large slit, and shouted excitedly.

Only then did the light around Parsifal gradually dissipate.

As soon as his vision returned to clarity, he saw hundreds of pairs of eyes that looked like they were looking at monsters. Subconsciously, he stood up straight and bent down.

"Hiccup~"

——In front of hundreds of people, he burped.

"Well, I guess the Sorting Hat has made its decision, hasn't it?"

At some point, Dumbledore had walked to Parsifal's side and supported him, who was somewhat weak. The top of the pale elder wand shone with a faint light, and under its guidance, the marble walls were rapidly recovering.

"Professor McGonagall, I leave this to you. I think I need to take this child to deal with the problem in his body."

Blue eyes full of wisdom stared deeply at Parsifal. Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall who was welcoming him. He waved his wand, and the phoenix, a magical creature with a red body, appeared next to him, and then the three of them disappeared together.

"Okay, stop looking, you still have to continue sorting!"

Professor McGonagall showed a trace of worry in the corners of her eyes, but immediately responded with her usual serious application, turning around to look at the young wizards who had not yet recovered from the chaos just now.

Among them, only Seamus' eyes were particularly different, one of shock and more admiration.

——Blow up the auditorium right at the beginning of school, Parsifal, you are the messenger of justice!