Melee wizards at Hogwarts

After closing the door, in the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle, a feeling of loss arose in Parsifal's heart.

It's like eating a big melon that may have been hidden for thousands of years, or visiting the "Macau Dealer Dealer". It should be extremely enjoyable, but after it's over, it feels like something is missing.

In his hand was a piece of tattered parchment, with scrawled lines recording the spell given to him by Godric Gryffindor.

"viri fortis".

There is no syllable change, no corresponding wand wave, just two words in Latin.

"Viri, and fortis, enhanced power? What the hell is this? To enhance the power of spells? Is it the same principle as xi (the suffix that enhances the power of spells)?"

Parsifal looked at the parchment in his hand with some confusion. Although it seemed strange, he could swear that this spell had never appeared in the original novel.

"Curiosity will kill the cat, don't try this unproven magic spell casually."

A somewhat bold idea emerged spontaneously, but Parsifal, a sensible, mature and stable adult time traveler, successfully convinced himself that he was confident and could restrain his inner impulses.

"I'm only an 11-year-old wizard. I don't have a wand yet. I'm afraid it would be risky to use it."

"Researching here will put you within the field of vision of Mr. Deng, CEO of Century. The gain outweighs the loss."

"Wait until you get the wand before you try it, Parsifal, are you stupid?"

The righteous knight wields a silver sword, his will is as firm as steel and will not be tempted by the whispers of the devil.

——"viri fortis".

The three holy crystals hold the power, and the limited pool is right in front of you. Anyone who can hold back from taking out must be a devil.

A short spell was blurted out, accompanied by an almost transparent light shining, and Parsifal felt that something was wrong with him!

The majestic vitality that he had never imagined surged out of the depths of his body. The tips of his fingers were slightly numb, and then a warm feeling originated from the left chest and extended to his limbs. His whole body was filled with energy that had nowhere to vent, and Parsifal couldn't help but want to run.

And he did exactly that, taking big steps and bringing up a strong wind!

From the Silly Barnabas Tapestry to the principal's office, there is a long and narrow corridor that is nearly a hundred meters long. If it were normal, it would probably take Parsifal about twenty or thirty seconds to sprint even if he was running fast.

But at this time, in just a few breaths, he had already crossed this long distance without even a drop of sweat.

"It turns out that this spell really means it in the literal sense, but it should not only strengthen speed?"

Having roughly understood the function of this curse, Parsifal made a few jabs.

As he felt, both strength and accuracy had been greatly improved compared to before. More importantly, his perception has become more sensitive.

The range of perception not only means hearing, smell and other senses, such as hearing whispers in more distant portraits, or judging the identity of the other party based on the sound of footsteps and breathing, but also includes his reaction nerves. This allows him to react spontaneously in a very short time, even before he has an idea.

This "strengthening" spell was indeed hidden as a treasure by Gryffindor. It fully demonstrated how terrifying a serious and reckless Master was, and also explained why the legendary wizard left a standing mark. Goliaths and anecdotes like giants holding dragons.

Parsifal had figured out many ways to exploit it:

For example, he can first use Expelliarmus to suppress the barrage, and then turn on enhancement to escape.

Or put a few obstacles first, and then turn on reinforcement to make a tactical retreat.

You can also simply put a Disguise Charm first, and then turn on the enhancement to make a strategic transition.

"Isn't this just useless? No matter how fast you run, you can't run out of light, and you can't pull out the afterimage. Is it close to the limit of the Death Eater's tactical tracing technology?"

The corners of Parsifal's mouth twitched and he made a judgment. Although the Holy Light Technique with the two-handed sword is the dream of every great mage, his surname is Williams after all, not Skywalker. Instead of hoping that the other party's human body tracing technology can't hit him, he still believes in firepower superiority. theory.

——More is good, big is strong, as long as he recites the incantation faster than the jingle, the light of the wand will not dim.

However, at this moment he had a more important issue to consider.

"How should we take back this strengthening spell?"

After the excitement, Parsifal, whose whole body continued to feel hot, suddenly realized this crucial point.

He had some vague feelings before. After using "Enhancement", although his perception became much sharper, the seemingly nonexistent connection between himself and the surrounding environment became alienated. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how tight his brows were, nothing happened except two more scalp lines. Even repeating the mantra has no effect.

"You've been strengthened, go!"

And the memory from the "other side" reminds him all the time that strengthening is a road of no return.

"It seems that I can only use that move?"

Parsifal finally made up his mind.

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Ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall walked out of the principal's office with a heavy face as she took on a new important task.

"How should this level be designed? By the way, maybe this can be done..."

Suddenly, while she was thinking carefully, she was interrupted by the sound of messy footsteps in the corridor. At that time, an unpleasant look appeared on the corner of her mouth and her cheeks froze.

It was during the holidays and only a few staff remained at the school. There is undoubtedly only one person who would do such a discourteous act.

"Williams! Don't run in the hallways!"

Professor McGonagall walked towards the direction where the running sound came from, with a straight face, and spoke a little louder. Although she allowed the other party to freely visit the relatively small eighth floor, she also expected that Parsifal would politely wait quietly outside the door. If she sees him running around in the corridor in such a disrespectful manner when school starts, he will definitely get points deducted.

But the next moment, her ability to maintain a serious expression was challenged the most it had ever faced.

Parsifal Williams, the eleven-year-old wizard she took to school, staggered over from the end of the corridor with sweating profusely and red face after hearing her voice, and then seemed to He lay on the ground as if exhausted.

"Professor McGonagall, help, help!"

He was breathless, and a weak voice came out of his mouth.

Minerva, the Cat Party, and McGonagall, who has never seen a husky, said that she had no fluctuations in her heart and even wanted to laugh.