Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"Get out of the way"

Parsifal reacted very quickly and turned around to point his wand at Neville, who was flying up. However, the little wizard standing behind him blocked the direction of the wand, preventing him from pointing at Neville immediately.

What's even worse is that Neville is not riding on a broom, but is holding the broom with both hands, hanging in the air, being dragged by the broom to fly at low altitude, and is still accelerating.

"Help, help, help"

Neville was forced to cry, his arms tightly grasping the broomstick, not daring to let go.

"let me"

Mrs. Huo Qi held the wand and rushed to the front. Several floating spells were deflected. Not only that, her spell also seemed to frighten the broom, causing it to drag Neville in a -degree turn on the spot, soaring upwards rapidly, flying towards the Forbidden Forest in Brownian motion.

Parsifal was very confident in the accuracy of his spell, but he had no confidence in the speed of its release.

"Step aside"

The situation was urgent. He pushed away Mrs. Huo Qi who was still helping. He chanted "viri fortis" in his mouth. The silver brilliance enveloped Parsifal, and the surge of power surged up, but was blocked by more of him. Pour into your legs.

Parsifal begins his sprint

"Jump up to the left and go out into the forest. You can shorten the distance."

Pursing his lips, Parsifal's mind was running rapidly, thinking of ways to save Neville.

He tilted his body slightly, lightly kicked his left foot on a passing short tree, used the force to jump up, stepped on a higher branch next to him, and then soared into the air. His figure walked through the branches, quickly getting closer to Neville. distance.

The crown of the tree, the branches, pass through the leaves, and then forcefully shake off the vines that are following behind, trying to wrap themselves up. Every move he makes needs to be planned two or three steps ahead.

"Damn it, no one said that coming to Hogwarts requires a budgeting ability comparable to the strongest brain."

Parsifal thought, his mind was running at an unprecedented speed, his brain was tingling, and his consciousness began to feel a little dazed. Even he himself didn't know how long he could last with this load that was close to the limit.

But he knew very well that now was definitely not the time to stop.

However, the week of training was not in vain. Although it could not enhance his strength and agility, it greatly improved his understanding of the body, allowing him to realize this random plan.

If it had been before, it was more likely that he would have kicked a hole in the tree he was using to borrow strength, and then be sent to the hospital wing holding his feet.

The strong wind caused by sprinting at full speed blew against Parsifal's cheek, causing some pain, and the intensified breathing made his lungs expand rapidly.

But he no longer cared about these things and stared closely at Neville who was hanging on the broom and had stopped moving.

"Beware the Whomping Willow"

Hermione's weak but sharp cry came from the fierce wind, and Parsifal had also seen that in mid-air, the crazy broom was crashing into the very tall willow tree with swaying branches.

Mrs. Hooch was a teacher whose spells were not accurate. She could not be counted on. The only person who might arrive at the scene was Dumbledore, but Parsifal did not dare to bet that Dumbledore would appear in time like a hero in a fairy tale.

Because once he loses the bet, it will not be him who will pay a heavy price, but Neville Longbottom, that brave little lion who is somewhat cowardly.

"Neville, you idiot, you owe me a big debt now. You told me a long time ago that you shouldn't have anything to do with other people."

Parsifal thought and smiled bitterly, but he had already made up his mind.

"If prayer helps, just give me some support."

As his thoughts flowed, all the power brought about by "strengthening" was poured into his legs. Even the small amount of magic power that protected the strength of the body was withdrawn. Red light was faintly revealed in the silver light wrapping the legs. Brilliance.

This was the craziest use of power he could imagine, and he was living toward death without reservation.

"It's now"

Using the tallest tree he could find nearby, Parsifal kicked out with all his strength, and a huge "boom" broke through the air.

His whole body flew towards Neville who was approaching the Whomping Willow like a bomb, bringing with him a fierce gust of wind.

"Close your eyes"

Regardless of whether he could hear it or not, Parsifal grabbed Neville hanging on the broom and slapped him on his chest. Then he stepped on the branch that was swinging towards him, used his strength to turn around and faced the trunk of the Whomping Willow tree. A knot was dug in.

He wasn't sure the knot was the one that stopped the Whomping Willow in the original novel, but it was the most obvious one he could find.

The huge shadow of the tree crown shrouded their heads, which was the decisive revenge from the pain of the Whomping Willow. But at this moment, Parsifal's body fell in the air, holding Neville on his left arm, and he had nowhere to rely on.

"But you're pretty smart. At least you know how to faint in advance without the pain."

He lowered his head and held Neville in his arms. Only then did he realize that Neville had already passed out, and it was only with his last strength that he held on to the broom so as not to fall.

But to his surprise, the severe pain did not come. With a crisp cry, the fiery red phoenix Fawkes appeared at the bottom of the Whomping Willow, and Dumbledore, with all white hair and beard, held the wand tightly and pointed at Parsifal.

"rs is relaxed and energetic"

The white light lit up, missed him, landed on the Whomping Willow's "giant hammer", and bounced it back.

bu All settled. "

Another beam of light followed, immobilizing the Whomping Willow, unable to move any further.

"Professor, you really could have come earlier."

Stretching out his hand, grabbing the tail handed over by Fox and dropping it back to the ground, Parsifal showed a wry smile.

There was no part of his body that was not aching, and the overexerted muscles were screaming at him.

"I rushed over after Miss Granger broke the eighth-floor window and threatened loudly to blow up my office. But it's not too late."

Dumbledore's eyes were a little dim, but he quickly put his emotions back and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime return."

Parsifal said feebly, holding on to Fox's tail feathers and not letting go. The warm feeling was so comfortable that it made him feel like he was soaking in a hot bath. Phoenix Fox turned around and looked at him with some dissatisfaction, but he grabbed his head and messed with it.

"Williams, you have never owed me anything. But if you want to settle it, then forget it. Fox, don't let Mrs. Hooch and Miss Granger worry for too long."

Sighing, the white wizard stretched out his right hand and grabbed Phoenix Fox.

The next moment, the three of them disappeared together.

"Oh my God, Parsifal, I thought you were going to die. I rode a broom to the eighth floor and asked Professor Dumbledore to save you, but I didn't know if I could make it in time. Merlin's trousers actually flew up without me studying. Will I be expelled by Professor Dumbledore? Oh my god, I have to go back and write a letter to my mother and ask her to help me apply for a school."

Before Parsifal, who returned to the flying field, could adapt to the changes in the environment, the little brown-haired beaver Hermione bumped into him, crying. But as she was talking, she suddenly remembered what she had just done and froze there like an ostrich.

"He even broke the glass on the eighth floor and threatened to blow up the principal's office."

Parsifal looked at Hermione with some amusement, and repeated what Dumbledore had just said, watching the little beaver's face turn from pale with worry to red, and became a little dangerous.

"Thank you, Hermione."

He lowered his head and said seriously. The little Beaver's hair is very messy, and there is a cut on his face made by glass, which can still be seen even after the magic spell has been used to stop the bleeding.

"If you don't mind, please allow me to take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing first. He needs Madam Pomfrey's care now."

Dumbledore showed an "I understand" smile beside him and took Neville, held by Phoenix Fawkes, "But before leaving, I think I must add 50 points to Gryffindor."