Melee wizards at Hogwarts

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Because it took too much time to channel the large amount of magic power flowing out of his body, when Parsifal came out of the principal's office, the sky was already filled with stars.

"The principal's office is in the main building of the castle. You have to go to the Gryffindor tower, which means you have to walk through the spiral staircase. But how should you go through this spiral staircase?"

In front of the two strange-looking stone lions, Parsifal couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, and regretted not dragging Dumbledore to send him to the tower.

"Forget it, the worst case scenario is asking about portraits or ghosts. Huh?"

Parsifal scratched his head and was about to use the oldest way-finding method of mankind, "I'm looking for ideas", when he suddenly saw a white light group floating out of the principal's office.

The light group was made of light, but it was not dazzling. It was about the size of a fist. It swayed in front of him twice, then floated to his right, but stopped after only a few dozen steps, like a bee. It was just a lot slower and swaying in a zigzag pattern, as if wondering why Parsifal didn't follow.

"It seems that Old Potato is quite careful."

Parsifal understood, hurriedly followed, and praised Professor Dumbledore from the bottom of his heart, even though the compliment did not last more than five minutes.

——He wanted to kick open the door to the principal's office and question Dumbledore in front of him.

"I can walk through walls, use Apparition in Hogwarts, and can turn into light. I learned how to walk the spiral staircase on my first day at Hogwarts without a teacher. Do you believe it?"

If you don’t believe it, why don’t you come out and lead the way!

Following this slowly floating ball of light, God knows how to traverse this ever-changing spiral staircase. In his opinion, these stairs were of different sizes, rickety, and undergoing Brownian motion all the time. What's worse is that some steps will suddenly disappear halfway up. But the worst thing is that the only guide Parsifal can rely on is a light ball that can penetrate walls!

"Damn it, who the bastard designed this stupid, retarded, and insane thing! It's not magic!"

The third time, Parsifal's foot got stuck on the suddenly disappearing steps and he decided not to cooperate gently anymore.

"Almost a few minutes is enough, viri fortis (fortification)."

He muttered softly in his mouth, and the silver's faint brilliance enveloped his whole body, but at this time, the silver already had a slight red halo.

The majestic power surged up, and he exerted force on his right leg and jumped!

"Merlin!"

A ghost who passed through the wall was "lucky" to witness this scene and couldn't help but marvel.

——In mid-air, a small figure with a body like lightning quickly shuttled between the numerous stairs. Tossing and turning, he looked more like a member of the prestigious Assassin organization than a wizard.

Within a moment, the figure landed on a platform, and even showed a cruel smile after standing still.

But no matter what weird things this overly imaginative ghost had in mind, Parsifal reached the entrance to Gryffindor Tower at this time.

"finally!"

Standing on the marble tile floor without Brownian motion again, Parsifal felt as if he was in another world. The light ball finally floated forward for a short distance, flickered twice, and then disappeared again. It was obvious that it had completed its mission.

The spacious passage made of blue marble is enough to accommodate more than ten people side by side. On both sides of the passage, under the light of torches, are armors holding long halberds.

Parsifal, who came over from the "other side", naturally knew that these armors looked harmless now, but once activated by the spell, the halberd in his hand wished it could turn into a 40-meter-long knife, allowing you to run 35022 meters first.

"I hope I can find some food in the dormitory. Next time I should find an opportunity to tell Dumbledore that it is not good for the elderly to eat too many sweets."

The Gryffindor dormitory was in sight, and Parsifal couldn't help but look forward to it. He jogged a few steps and saw Professor McGonagall standing quietly at the end of the passage next to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

But what he never expected was that as soon as he stepped into the passage, the armors on both sides suddenly knelt down on one knee one after another, like knights, with their helmets lowered, and an armor appeared out of nowhere and raised his head. A horn was blown, and the trumpet song of charge sounded "woo woo".

"piertotulootor(Shitun is dispatched)!"

Noticing the strange phenomenon here, Professor McGonagall hurriedly walked towards here, the wand in his hand emitting a bright green light that spread outward.

Parsifal recognized that this spell was used to mobilize the guards in the castle and was used in the final defense of Hogwarts.

But using it at this time seemed to have no effect at all. Professor McGonagall had already reached the end of the armored team. The light of the wand in his hand gradually increased, but the armor turned a blind eye and still kneeled on the ground.

"Professor McGonagall, maybe you can let me have a try?"

Parsifal faced Professor McGonagall. He noticed that the closer he got, the armor seemed to become more tense, and the iron plates between the breastplate and the greaves rubbed and collided.

"Rise."

After clearing his throat, he gave instructions loudly. The armors raised their helmets and looked at him with empty eyes.

"No, you should get up (risan)!"

Parsifal reacted and switched to Anglo-Saxon English, the Old English used by people a thousand years ago. He had heard a similar accent when talking to Godric.

"Clang, clang..."

After hearing Parsifal's order, the armorers stood up again, hitting their left chest with their right arm, and the successive arm guards collided with the breastplate, making a dull sound. The horn's charge song finished its last melody, and the passage returned to silence, with only the beeping of torches.

"For Merlin's sake, Williams...forget it, let's leave this kind of thing to Professor Dumbledore's research."

Professor McGonagall looked at Parsifal, the corners of her mouth twitching. She had already imagined what she thought was a great deal about this boy's ability to "make trouble."

"I have heard from Mr. Longbottom and Miss Granger what happened on the train today. None of the children were injured. Williams, you should be grateful. As Head of Gryffindor, I will not You will be expelled or have points deducted for this matter."

Professor McGonagall's expression was very serious, and she looked deeply at Parsifal.

"But you have to remember that this kind of conflict, and your method of resolving it, are strictly not allowed in Hogwarts! You are an eleven-year-old little wizard, and you are likely to encounter Danger! I don’t want to see this happen again!”

It wasn't until he was sure that Parsifal gave a positive answer that Professor McGonagall's expression softened a little and she patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Have a good rest. You have been tired for a day. The password is dragon scum. In addition, Gryffindor will receive 10 points because a Gryffindor stood up."