Melee wizards at Hogwarts

When Parsifal first arrived at the scene, he subconsciously asked about the Third Soul Company.

What the hell?

what's going on

How is this done?

He didn't remember that there was an elite monster in Hogwarts who looked so unique.

And what do you mean by those two little guys who were huddled behind Snape and throwing bastard punches at each other?

But everything is still undecided. Quantum stroke, big stroke, and question hundred are also crossed.

Let’s talk about it later.

One of Parsifal's ultimate wishes is to be transformed into a girl and thrown into a certain card pool in the future. SSR He doesn't mind, but it is not unacceptable to limit it to five stars. Therefore, he is dissatisfied with the behavior of some "peers" grabbing business.

But this dissatisfaction does not prevent him from drawing lessons from it to a certain extent.

For example, the opening thunder

No fluctuations, no sound, mixed physical and magic damage, or area damage. The actual combat effect of "Simo's Sword of Justice" was better than he imagined. In this environment, it can almost exert the effect of a certain yellow-haired and green-cloaked heroic spirit. .

No matter what the Socket Man's smoke did, Thomas whirled around, or made a scream like a monster, he would not show up, but hid in the shade of the tree, constantly changing his position with the help of the shadow, and From time to time, a "Sword of Justice" is thrown out, making the picture quality of the black smoke closer and closer to that of a liver-burning scroll, and it is developing in the direction.

Although I don’t know why Forbidden Forest changed from the soul of the word of death to the sense of déjà vu of a certain CG and potato cultivation center factory at some point, to be honest, Parsifal did not dislike this experience.

Especially in the opening scene, the mine turned over the aircraft carrier.

Taking advantage of this gap, Snape had already stood up and used the Iron Armor Charm to prop up a barrier. The redness in his eyes had faded. After thinking for a moment, he turned around quickly and knocked down a little wizard with a "fainting" shot.

Parsifal had an inexplicable feeling that Snape smiled happily when he knocked Potter unconscious, as if he was saying, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

But happiness is essentially a zero-sum game. For example, your friend's misfortune will make you happier, and your misfortune will add more laughter to your friend. What's even more pity is that Professor Quirrell is not willing to remain the deprived party.

"But uh uh uh uh," it sounded like a roar squeezed from the throat of a beast, and the black smoke stopped swirling and stopped in mid-air. Its size has shrunk visibly to the naked eye, from being as tall as a person to being less than half a person tall.

But that strange voice that sounded like iron scraping suddenly became clear and loud, as if it had changed from mono to 3D stereo sound in an instant, and it was also equipped with a loudspeaker that was at least square dance level. .

The sound waves almost turned into substance, spreading with the black mist as the core, and swept toward Parsifal's location.

"Damn it, there's no prompt at 70 health bars."

The voice sounded directly in his mind, sounding like a random roar.

Although I don’t know what the specific effect of this sound will be, I don’t know why I just find it unpleasant but don’t have any reaction.

But seeing Snape clutching the wand tightly with both hands, and the barrier of the Iron Armor Curse looking crumbling, he knew that this was definitely not just "adding a buff", and he definitely didn't want to experience it himself.

The aura of Parsifal's wand connected, and the remaining five "Sword of Justice" were rapidly transformed.

Because they were in such a hurry, and because Parsifal had not yet mastered the skill of multiple simultaneous transformations, they were unable to maintain the style of the darts, and were simply made into iron walnuts with a strange appearance.

“viri fortis”

Wrapped in silver light, Parsifal aimed at the black mist, grabbed it and "hooked" over it.

"We can only hope that Old Potato can save forest fires."

He made a sign of the cross on his chest, took out the spear, held it in his right hand, and quietly waited for the blooming fireworks.

"boom"

Five pyrotechnics gathered together, as if the entire forest was illuminated

Sparks ignited the leaves, and the rising heat twisted the air.

The black mist seemed to be in a completely different dimension, and the disturbing roar did not even stop for a moment. Instead, it became even sharper in the sound of the burning branches.

Snape's armored curse barrier, which was already like a candle in the wind, was suddenly broken through as easily as an eggshell. There was a hint of panic on his sallow face. He reached for the small porcelain cup in his pocket with his left hand and struggled to fall towards Harry and Malfoy who were lying on the ground.

"Whoosh", a dark spear flew towards a tree not far in front of Parsifal with a faint sound of breaking through the air. There was nothing there, but a "tearing" sound was heard suddenly. , like the sound of a robe being torn.

"impossible"

The strange roar stopped suddenly, and a hoarse man's voice screamed.

"Got you"

Pursing his lips, Parsifal's figure seemed to suddenly disappear.

No, it didn't disappear, it was more like blending into the crazy wind or the boundless shadow. The long sword in his hand took on a black color and slashed in front of him.

But in the blink of an eye, it was already close at hand

A sweep of the sword brought up a few drops of blood, which showed a strange blue halo under the firelight.

Quirrell was wearing a long black robe that was dragged to the ground, and a figure tied with a square scarf suddenly appeared from the air. He covered his right arm and breathed rapidly.

"Humph"

He was about to turn into black mist again in the blink of an eye, but Parsifal had already caught up with him, stabbing his heart with the sword in his hand.

"damn it."

Quirrell had to stop, transform into black mist, and turn around in embarrassment. The sword cut across his robe, leaving a long scar. Parsifal is like a ghost, following him everywhere.

The wind is raging, the lion is rushing

Little by little blood flowers with a strange blue halo bloomed continuously, looking particularly strange in the forbidden forest amid the fire.

"waste idiot"

Voldemort vented his anger in Quirrell's mind. Several times in a row, Quirrell was only one second, no, half a second away from being able to transform into the black mist, but he was always stabbed by this little lunatic's sword. To the center of the mouth or neck, you have to stop.

One inch is short and one inch is dangerous. The blade thief is close to the master, and the knife can hurt the vitals.

"Damn it, I finally know why Gryffindor always carries a long sword."

Parsifal also had the misfortune to say that the long sword in his hand was actually a magic wand of black currant wood. Although it can be swung with almost no wind and is extremely fast, its durability is really worrying.

If it had been a metal sword, he would have pierced Quirrell's heart or wiped his throat with it.

But now he has to keep moving away from his arms, chest and other parts.

"Ow"

In the distance, there was a shrill howl, footsteps were approaching, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of Quirrell's mouth covered by a scarf. He was already thinking about how he should torture this little guy when the werewolf arrived.

But Parsifal knew that he had won this battle.

"expecto patronu god guard"

A deer whose entire body was made of silver light passed through the ring of fire and pounced on the two of them unreasonably.