Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"Potter, come here and stand behind me"

What sounded was Snape's unwavering voice. He walked out from the shadows of the woods to the south, wearing black robes and almost completely escaping into the darkness. His sallow face was expressionless, and his pale right hand was holding the wand tightly. Rays of light shot at the werewolf, pouring out his anger.

"Yes, Professor."

Harry broke away from the werewolf pressing on him, lowered his body and ran a few steps quickly to meet Snape. For the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, he thought Snape's voice was actually quite pleasant.

He ran behind Snape and saw Malfoy also hiding there.

"Humph."

"Humph."

Harry no longer looked at Malfoy, but held his wand and used "obstacles" from time to time to help Snape make up for his mistakes.

"Stupid beast idiot looks exactly like that guy"

Snape walked forward step by step. Every time he said a word, a ray of light would shoot out from the top of his wand. In the next moment, a werewolf would fall to the ground and become unconscious again.

He was worthy of being a former Death Eater and the youngest Dean of Slytherin. Within a moment, a circle of werewolves lay down around Snape, and the rest no longer dared to approach him, but surrounded him from a distance. With.

They are raging beasts, but they are still beasts.

"Professor Dumbledore will be here shortly."

Snape's black pupils looked into the depths of the dark forest. He did not look back and raised his voice.

"S-Professor Snape, how did you know we were here?"

Harry raised his head and asked cautiously.

"No one, no one who is sane, would trust the safety of several children to a big fool who can't even do magic spells."

The Potions Professor pursed his lips and tentatively shot a silver light deep into the forest.

His keen sense told him that the werewolf was just an appetizer, not even a tool.

"Hagrid is not some idiot. Professor Dumbledore believes him."

Harry said dissatisfiedly, but he pulled him back and said, "Shut up," Snape said silently.

"I know you are there and I order you, as Head of Slytherin at Hogwarts, to come forward."

The Potions Professor pointed his wand deep into the forest without shaking it, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin, so majestic and majestic."

A strange man's voice was speaking, and his voice sounded like two pieces of iron being rubbed together. Accompanied by the sound of dragging footsteps, he finally emerged from the shadows of the woods.

The man was wearing a long black robe that reached the floor, and a square scarf. He pulled it up to the height of his eyes, so his identity could not be seen. Behind him was a horse-like creature emitting white moonlight. The difference was that it had a long horn on its forehead.

"That's a unicorn" Harry thought quickly.

The unicorn seemed to be dragged by an invisible hand, leaving a trail of fallen leaves on the ground.

"Say your name. This is the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. No outsiders are allowed to visit."

Snape's sallow face was as long as the Socket Man's chin. He was not some blue-haired teenager who pretended not to know someone else's identity and maintained a harem for a living.

"Have you so quickly forgotten who your loyalty belongs to?"

But he saw the man turned into a black mist and "floated" over very quickly. Not only that, it also made an extremely harsh sound, which made Harry feel depressed.

Originally, his view of Malfoy had changed somewhat, but now that he looked at him, he felt more and more disgusting, and he looked like a cool little guy. He couldn't help but tighten his right hand, wanting to punch that delicate pale face.

For a while, Shinobu thinks more and more angry, and takes a step back and thinks more and more losses.

And Harry was not the only one who was thinking this way. Malfoy's wand was already in his hand and pointed at him. But to be honest, the little wizards throwing magic spells at each other are not as effective as throwing an old punch.

Noticing the two mung beans behind him who looked at each other, Snape seemed a little impatient. The tip of his wand shot out several silver rays of light one after another. Some of them missed, and some of them hit the black smoke, but it had no effect. .

The black mist seemed to have no entity. No matter whether it was "shadowless" or "divided into pieces", it had no effect.

Even though he was extremely advanced in Occlumency, he gradually began to feel the irritability of that voice. It's like there are two villains fighting in his mind all the time. One is saying, "Potter, this bastard is just like his father, so why not take this opportunity to beat him up?", while the other is arguing, "One beating is not enough." , at least two meals."

"Look, who is this, the savior who defeated the Dark Lord, Harry Potter. What a rare gift."

The light from the curse illuminated Snape's surroundings and illuminated the forehead of Harry, who was fighting with Malfoy. The black smoke trembled visibly, and its voice became excited.

Snape's left hand reached into his pocket, where there was a small pink porcelain cup.

"whoosh"

A silver ray of light flashed towards the cloud of smoke hovering in the air.

It's not the unique silver shine of the magic spell, but the unique texture of metal that reflects the moonlight. At a glance, the thing is probably slightly longer than a wand, but it is also extremely thin and pointed.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but there seemed to be some small sign hanging at the end of the thing.

"boom"

A ball of orange-red fire suddenly exploded, like a pyrotechnic, and sparks exploded in the air. The rolling heat swept in nearly half of the black mist, and the irritating sound stopped abruptly.

"Who is the damn little thief and coward, stand up for me?"

The figure of the black mist that was mostly swallowed suddenly expanded a lot, but it was obviously no longer as condensed as before. He hovered in the air, screaming, causing gusts of wind.

An experienced wizard can judge the source of the curse through the light, but even if he scratched his head and rubbed the socket man on the back of his head to get psoriasis, he would not have thought that it was not a curse at all.

Farr, the darts competition champion in a bar in the former imperial capital of Parsi, stood on a tree branch not far away, holding a wand in his right hand and transforming the next "Sword of Seamus". The thin iron sheet was transformed under the influence of the transformation technique. It was stretched and pointed, like an extended version of a dart, and a small wooden sign was tied to the handle.

His original design expectation was to use constant transformation to turn the iron piece into a dagger, and to be able to cancel the transformation according to his own will to achieve remote-controlled explosions. But with Hermione's reminder, he realized a truth.

Nitroglycerin never requires much stability.

Iron Truck never asks how much health he has, only where the enemy is.