Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Heroes have many manifestations. The German hero Siegfried beheaded the dragon Fafnir. King Arthur saved England from the chaos of division. There are also aliens with their pants on backwards, or those who have inherited family wealth but are passionate about it. About the vigilante who busted the heads of young gangsters in Gotham City.

But no matter what kind of experience it is, the two core elements that cannot be separated are saving friends and defeating enemies.

Parsifal, who returned from the Forbidden Forest, was treated like a hero and was surrounded by lion cubs. In their eyes, Parsifal, who suppressed the momentum of the little snakes neatly and almost unreasonably, broke into the Forbidden Forest and rescued Neville, was just like the protagonist in the story.

Until Mrs. Hooch returned on her broom, Dean Thomas was still shouting, "Parsifal, you must be a superhero, right? I have read comics. They are all invulnerable and hidden among ordinary people." He dragged Seamus along to see if there was anything red underneath Parsifal's robe.

"Williams, you did a great job." Mrs. Hooch stared at Parsifal for a few seconds before saying slowly, "Thanks to your presence today, nothing more terrible happened. Add 10 to Gryffindor. Points for your bravery. Ten points for Gryffindor because you saved your friend. Ten points for Gryffindor because... you left a teacher behind."

Mrs. Huo Qi is a flying teacher. Unlike the teachers of regular magic courses in the school, there is an upper limit for her one-time bonus points and deductions. Showing a hint of apology, she clapped her hands and called the little wizards over, "Today's class ends here. Next Thursday, meet here at the same time. Don't be later."

"Yes, Mrs. Huo Qi"

The little wizards responded in unison, and then dispersed, walking in small groups towards the castle, chatting excitedly about the flying lessons as they walked.

"Parsifal, come back to the castle. I bet there will be a party to celebrate you tonight."

Dragging Dean with him, Seamus turned back and waved to Parsifal. It is a Gryffindor tradition to hold a party in the common room to celebrate the feats of young lion cubs, but the subject of this ceremony is rarely a first-year wizard.

"Ah."

Parsifal smiled and waved in response.

"Williams, don't think that you have won by saving that little fool. I bet that tomorrow morning, you will see Mr. Savior dragged away from Hogwarts in disgrace, dragging his luggage."

Malfoy came up with his two followers, his face was a little twisted, and he pointed at Parsifal.

"Malfoy, how dare you say that if it weren't for you, Harry wouldn't be riding that damn broomstick?"

Hearing Malfoy's words, the little beaver Hermione's cheeks turned red with anger. If it hadn't been for Harry chasing Malfoy in the air, she wouldn't have gotten on her broomstick and crashed into the eighth-floor window of the castle when her head got hot.

"Draco, how about we make a bet that if Harry is expelled from school, I will take one of your spells in front of everyone in the Great Hall and never resist; but if Harry is not expelled, , you have to agree to one of my requests."

Parsifal said solemnly that he would not use a wand to deal with a Malfoy.

"How dare you call me my dad like that..."

Malfoy's already pale face turned even paler, and he tightened his grip on the wand in his hand.

Generally speaking, only elders or close friends can call someone by their first name with permission. Although this kind of social etiquette is not common among young wizards, self-proclaimed "nobles" like the Malfoy family pay special attention to it.

"Hey, Master, is this all you can say? This is Hogwarts, and it's not Lucius Malfoy's turn to be in charge."

Parsifal stopped the angry Hermione and smiled.

Malfoy's face suddenly turned red, and the knuckles holding the wand turned white from the exertion. His lips wriggled, and the spell seemed to be blurted out. But he didn't dare, "Casting a curse on a classmate will result in expulsion. I don't want to follow Scarhead Harry's footsteps."

But that wasn't the real reason, even Malfoy knew it.

"How dare you call him by his name? Wait for me. I will let the whole Hogwarts understand that you are just a sensationalist and nothing else."

After a brief silence, Malfoy flicked his sleeves, shouted "Let's go", and left the field with the two pendants Crabbe and Goyle. At this time, only Hermione and Parsifal were left on the lawn. people.

"Patsy, let's go to the auditorium too. When you were not here just now, Malfoy snatched the memory ball that Neville dropped. Harry was so impulsive that he chased after him on his broom, but was taken away by Professor McGonagall after seeing him. Oh. It's all that...Malfoy's fault. Hey."

Hermione, who felt a little awkward, walked in front and recounted what had just happened while Parsifal was away. However, after talking for a while, she turned her head and looked back when she found that there was no response.

Parsifal lay face down on the ground and waved to her.

"Hermione, take me to the hospital wing. I have no strength."

Hermione, who ran over with a scream and lowered her body, finally heard Parsifal's weak voice.

A moment later, in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey took a cup of bubbling brown potion and forced it onto Parsifal, who was lying on the bed.

"Merlin's leather coat, did you kid fight a troll? Drink it, you have to stay here for the next two days. I have said before that children should not be allowed to participate in such dangerous courses, but Dumbledore always yes"

Madam Pomfrey was short, about fifty years old, wearing a white medical scarf, and kept talking beside Parsifal's bed.

"Shh, she just fell asleep. Please let her have a good rest." Parsifal had to put his index finger between his lips, hoping that Madam Pomfrey would speak softer and not wake up the person who was sleeping next to his bed. Hermione.

Just now, Hermione carried him almost all the way to the hospital wing. Fortunately, she met Hagrid who came to the castle on the way, otherwise there would be one more person lying on the bed now. After the "strengthening" time passed, Parsifal finally realized how bad his physical condition was.

His original plan was to sneak to the hospital wing after everyone left, but what he didn't expect was that without Hermione's support, he fell to the ground. After venting his anger, he could never stand up again. .

"Tsk, it tastes really bad."

He stuck out his tongue and licked the potion in the cup. The bitterness that almost made him want to curse came up and rolled in his mouth.

"Do you think this is pumpkin juice? Drink it quickly. It will affect the efficacy of the medicine if it gets cold."

Madam Pomfrey, who was standing aside, frowned and stared closely at Parsifal. She didn't smile with satisfaction until he pinched his nose and drank the medicine in the cup in one gulp.

"Have a good rest and get some more sleep now. I'm afraid your night won't be too good."

With a wave of his wand, the cup in Parsifal's hand disappeared, and Hermione was carried onto the bed next to her. Madam Pomfrey closed the curtain and gave some sympathetic instructions. As she left, she dimmed the light to a comfortable dim level.

"Now, the debts are getting bigger and bigger, which is really troublesome."

Parsifal leaned on the fluffy pillow and sighed helplessly.

"Parsifal, do you think I'm really not suitable to be a wizard?"

Neville's trembling voice came through the curtain from the bed next to him.

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