Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

"...As mentioned above, due to the recent security incidents in Hogwarts, the school and the Ministry of Magic have unanimously decided to launch a 'Duel Club' every Wednesday and Friday evening. The school teachers will provide training for all students to enhance students' safety awareness. and ability..."

"Training teachers: Severus Snape, Filius Flitwick, student representative: Ivan Rustin Darknight..."

Early on the weekend, news of the Duel Club spread throughout Hogwarts.

There was an announcement about the club posted in the lounge. Seamus read the announcement and looked at Alvin: "Hey, Alvin, what does the student representative do?"

"Oh, I'm just simply cooperating with them to teach." Ai Wen didn't even raise his head, wondering what he was tinkering with.

"The Duel Club sounds pretty good..." Seamus shrugged: "It would be better if it wasn't Professor Snape..."

"Don't say that." Parvati said: "I feel that he is not as annoying as before - although he still seems difficult to contact, but last time he gave Hermione five points, which was impossible before. …”

"Are you sure it's not because of Alvin?" Harry couldn't help but said.

"He also gave me extra points." Luna said.

Harry shrugged and was noncommittal. Although Snape had indeed changed a lot recently, because of his constant targeting of Harry, he still looked at him through colored glasses.

Rather than saying that Snape had gotten better, Harry actually preferred to believe that he was scared by Alvin.

"Evan, what are you doing?" Harry looked at Alvin.

"Oh, I'll change my dragon leather gloves." Ivan put on his gloves and shook his hand. The black dragon skin stuck tightly to his palm, giving him an inexplicable sense of security.

"It looks thinner..." Harry didn't understand: "Why do you want to change it like this?"

In the magic world, dragon skin gloves are often used in herbal work. They can effectively prevent punctures or bites from some magic plants, so they are very heavy and thick.

However, the gloves that Ivan modified were much thinner, and they seemed to fit the shape of the hand better, were tight and textured, especially the joints that had been hit with a few bumps by Ivan. Harry felt that this change looked like Very cool.

"Don't you think it's cool?" Ivan asked.

"Hmm...it's really cool..." Harry nodded, but felt a little panicked for some reason.

"Hey, Harry!" Wood changed into his team uniform and carried the broom: "It's time to train!"

"Here it comes!" Harry ignored Alvin's abnormality and hurriedly went back to the house to change into his team uniform.

In the afternoon, when he returned to the lounge exhausted, he saw Alvin leaning against the fireplace, muttering something.

Harry quietly walked forward and saw a pair of cowhide boots in the other person's hand. He remembered clearly that Alvin saw this new pair of boots in a magazine a while ago and fell in love with them at first sight. He spent thirty galleons on them. Ordered two pairs urgently.

Harry just watched Alvin gently cut open the leather shoes, deformed them, inserted a ground steel plate into them, and then repaired them bit by bit. The leather boots looked bigger.

Beside him were the jacket Hermione gave him last Christmas and a pair of black overalls worn by Muggles.

The jacket has been altered beyond recognition. It is embedded with low-key black metal shoulder armor, the cuffs are tightly tied, and the elbows have elbow pads made of dragon scale material. The knees of the overalls also have knee pads made of the same material, and the pockets are slippery. Pulling out the edge of a metal object, Harry was sure that Alvin must have cast a seamless stretching spell on the pants, just like the Weasley family's car...

"So Evan, what are you doing?" Harry looked at him warily.

Ever since the other party entered school, he had never seen Alvin sit so attentively for a whole day. Harry was sure that the other party must have something going on.

"Is it for the dueling club?" Harry asked.

"That's right, because we have to cooperate with Snape and the others in practical teaching, so we can take advantage of this time to make some protective gear." Ivan said casually.

"So that's it..." Harry nodded: "Do all magicians in Aslant use protective gear?"

"All of them use armor." Ivan smiled: "Most of the magicians in Aslant are martial arts. If you want to go a long way in magic, in addition to magic, you must have a strong body and superb skills. Fighting skills are essential.”

"Even in many battles between magicians, when both sides run out of magic power, the outcome is determined by fists."

Harry suddenly remembered the punch that Ivan had used to KO the Basilisk, and he was filled with envy: "Then Ivan, can you teach me? About fighting..."

"Actually, you can find Muggle combat training institutions. They are more professional than me. I am just good at fighting. This is a fighting instinct developed over the years. It would be too difficult for me to teach others." Ivan shrugged: " But if you don’t mind, I can be your sparring partner.”

"Really? That's great! Thank you!" Harry suddenly looked excited.

After all, he is a boy. For Harry, even if he shoots Avada Kedavra to Voldemort, it is not as painful as a left hook to his snake face...

In the next two days, Harry never saw Alvin again, and had no idea what he was talking about. He didn't even bring Hermione with him.

Hermione seemed to know what the other person was up to, but she didn't tell anyone else.

Finally, Wednesday night, the school auditorium.

The four who usually ate had been moved to some unknown place. In the center of the auditorium was a long table.

All the students came, and Harry saw Alvin, who was wearing a cloak and standing quietly next to Professor Flitwick.

"Everyone be quiet!" Snape strode onto the long stage, and everything below suddenly became silent. As the dean of Slytherin House, Snape's intimidation has always been good.

"After Dumbledore discussed with the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts will open two dueling clubs every week in the future to train you in your safety precautions and counterattack awareness..."

His black cloak swayed slightly, and he looked around, and then said calmly: "I don't expect you to be able to fight back effectively when faced with danger like well-trained Aurors, but at least you should not be ignorant. His death was not in vain at the hands of some dark wizards.”

"Otherwise...as the professor who teaches you Defense Against the Dark Arts..." Snape slowly tightened the collar of his robe and said indifferently: "I will be embarrassed."

Ai Wen grinned when he heard this. This man was as speechless as ever.

He had seen the expressions of resistance on the Gryffindors' faces.

"I don't want you to just watch the fun. In fact, the so-called Duel Club is just an official name. Dumbledore intends to let you see the cruelty of dark wizards, so for those who want to watch the fun - —”

Snape glanced in the direction of the twins, who were betting on who would win the duel between Snape and Professor Flitwick.

"I want you to be mentally prepared."