Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"Hermione, if I can't come back tonight, remember to send my luggage to my brother, Andy. And tell him that his brother Parsifal died with glory."

With the intention of dying, Parsifal drank the last bit of polenta left in the bowl in front of him and stood up.

"You won't die, the professor will not punish you for going to the hospital wing and missing classes. And have you seen Harry and the others? He and Ron have been acting weird today. I'm worried that they will have trouble again. Something bad happened."

Hermione glanced at him without the slightest hint of anger, gestured at the corner of her mouth, and handed him a silk scarf.

"Hey, you don't understand."

Parsifal took the silk scarf and wiped his mouth, touched it with his wand, "cleaned it up," gave it back to Hermione, and then walked towards the hall.

"The person giving the lecture is not Dumbledore."

He thought, but didn't say it.

Parsifal walked to the foyer with ease, signed the registration as usual under the disgusted gaze of Argus Freyfelch, took the centaur's spear, and walked out of the castle.

"Don't think that with Professor Dumbledore's permission, you can act recklessly and disrespect the rules in Hogwarts. I will definitely find evidence of your violation. For unruly guys like you, Filch There's always a way."

When he opened the castle door for Parsifal, Filch said sinisterly in his ear.

"Yes, yes, yes, but before you collect enough money, please open the door first."

Ignoring Filch who was confused by what he said, Parsifal passed Hagrid's hut and walked into the deep dark forest.

It was already mid-September, and the Scottish chill of early autumn gradually penetrated into Hogwarts, giving the Forbidden Forest a somewhat desolate look.

Parsifal walked lightly on the path trodden by Hagrid, quickly approaching the meeting place agreed with the centaurs.

He no longer needed Hagrid's company this week, but the best way to avoid trouble in the Forbidden Forest was to never stray too far from Hagrid.

"Robin, did Bane come over yesterday?"

Near the centaur camp, he met the Bowtruckle from before, greeted it, and asked in a low voice.

Although this Bowtruckle was not big, he was very courageous. He even dared to cut away a spider as big as a fist that passed by, so he named him Robin.

Bowtruckle nodded on the branch and jumped up and down again, seemingly wanting to show off.

"Bane was angry, and the consequences were dire."

"Tsk, I hope there will be...someone else today"

Stunned, Parsifal suddenly heard a sharp sound breaking through the air in the wind, and subconsciously turned sideways to avoid a small group of black shadows shooting from behind.

He quickly took off the spear from his back, held it in his right hand, leaned his upper body slightly forward, slowed his breathing, and carefully observed the movements around him.

The black shadow fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"call"

But almost at the next moment when Parsifal leaned down, a tall figure quietly approached him from behind.

It's as heavy as a stone, and the spear hit the head.

"Bane"

Parsifal was wrapped in silver light, and the mantra "viri fortis" that had been silently recited in his mouth bloomed with silver brilliance on his body.

He raised his arms and accurately stuck the spear handle in the middle of the spear dropped by the centaur. He barely managed to block the blow with skill.

Then he leaned forward and swept out with spears in both arms.

The painful experience of being beaten in a fight with centaurs told Parsifal that an obvious surprise attack like the one just now was already caused by Bain.

If he wanted to remain undefeated in the galloping attack of the centaurs, the only way was to attack even more fiercely than Bane's fierce attack.

Sweeping, thrusting, diagonally stabbing, and then dangerously and dangerously, the horseman passed the thrust against his ear, jumped into the air with the help of a raised stone on the ground, and pounced again, regaining the rhythm.

The smaller Parsifal is like a swimming fish, with a spear in his hand like an antelope's horns, stabbing the centaur Baine from various weird and dangerous angles.

His movements cannot be described as routines or tricks, but they are definitely not inspired by "slapping on the forehead". The "strengthened" reaction nerves allow him to constantly analyze and plan the best action plan.

But on the scene, Parsifal is the one who appears to be losing.

The huge body of the centaur Bain is as motionless as a rock.

To defeat a hundred tricks with one force, Parsifal needed two, three, or even more moves to earn the attack, but Bain only needed to directly thrust out the spear with great force, and he could easily resolve it.

Not only that, although he doesn't have the quick reflexes like Parsifal, he does have muscle memory honed over decades.

It's natural and seamless.

But Parsifal was still struggling to hold on. He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that had a slight chance of making a comeback.

And this opportunity is coming

"Ahem, fall down"

Taking advantage of Parsifal's breathing space, the centaur Bane swung the spear downwards diagonally, and the force was actually much stronger than before.

"Saw it"

But Parsifal was also waiting for a moment.

He had watched some anime when he was "on the other side" and every time a character made a big move, it meant that was when they were at their most dangerous.

In yesterday's experience, he had slightly mastered some methods of changing the emphasis of "strengthening", and now more power was distributed to his legs.

At this time, Parsifal, whose agility had greatly increased, jumped up from the ground. Taking advantage of the gap between Bain's force and not returning, the whole person was rubbed into his arms, and his right elbow stabbed his chest, but the centaur was already too late. Back on defense, his huge size made it impossible for him to dodge.

With a dull "poof", Parsifal lightly hit the centaur's chest and fell to the ground. This was the first time he defeated Bain in a contest.

But his face was very solemn, without any joy. He held the spear with his knuckles hard, making the spear make a "clucking" sound.

"Bain, who hurt you?"

Word by word, Parsifal asked.

He had already felt something was wrong just now, because the centaur seemed to be very anxious to end this contest.

Whether it was the defensive gap or the sudden cough, it proved this.

"Hmph, it's just a despicable plot. Hey, hey. He doesn't care about the foal. The horseman will avenge himself."

When the centaur Baine heard Parsifal's question, he raised his head as if he had been laughed at. But Parsifal continued to stare at him without saying a word.

"It's the coward who sneaked into the forest. Yesterday he wanted to attack the unicorn despicably, but I threw my spear to scare him away. I didn't pay attention and got hit by him twice."

Finally, Bain couldn't resist Parsifal's gaze and said reluctantly.

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