Ever since Professor Braine went deep into Slytherin's secret room and captured the basilisk that had survived for thousands of years in the secret room unharmed, the little wizard knew that Professor Braine was a wizard with powerful magic. With what happened over the past year, One thing after another, until Professor Braine destroyed Greyback and his deployment some time ago, Professor Braine's power has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
However, there are not many young wizards who have witnessed Professor Blaine's actions. They lack intuitive understanding, and now, the scene that happened in front of them made them realize how one-sided their understanding of the word 'powerful' is. .
Harry recalled the time when he was at the Dursleys' house. Once, Uncle Vernon was watching a sprint race of Muggle athletes on TV in the living room. He was washing dishes in the kitchen and took the time to watch it a few times. At that time, there was a TV show The speed that the tall athlete exploded at the sound of the gun was astonishing to him.
But compared to Professor Blaine in front of him, Harry felt that the white athlete was as slow as a wriggling Flobber caterpillar!
Almost in the blink of an eye, Professor Blaine, dressed in a smart suit, appeared nearly forty feet away. His speed was so fast that people couldn't understand it, and he didn't look like a human being at all.
But then, like a torrential rain of dung eggs, under the three walls of the classroom, half of the more than a hundred armors threw dung eggs at the running Professor Blaine!
These big dung eggs are not thrown out slowly. The trajectory they fly in the air is a straight line. They are so fast that even Harry, a genius seeker, cannot clearly capture the attacks coming from all directions. The precise location of the big dung egg.
"Oh, no!"
Hermione covered her mouth and screamed subconsciously. In her eyes, a large number of fast gray shadows had surrounded Professor Blaine. This was no joke. There was no magic defense, even if Professor Blaine Maybe they couldn't withstand such a large number and momentum of dung eggs, but - what happened next advanced everyone's understanding.
A sharp light flashed across his lavender eyes, and time seemed to be delayed at this moment. Amosta maximized his perception and dynamic vision.
Lean over, twist your waist, slide and tackle, and fly!
Amosta was like an excellent stuntman, using his incredible movements time and time again to dodge the big dung eggs that came like cursed lights.
Bang, bang, bang!
The smell of dozens of big dung eggs exploding in the classroom was simply deadly, but at this moment, the little wizard was so focused that he was not even aware of the stench that could cause people to faint.
After escaping the first batch of big dung eggs, Professor Brain suddenly changed his strategy. He no longer marched in a straight line, but ran along a 'C' shaped arc. This strategy was undoubtedly successful. Those who could not react in time Most of the big dung eggs thrown by the armor in the second batch fell into the air, and next, Professor Brain's movements became even more erratic.
He used some dodge movements to induce the armors to throw dung eggs in the wrong direction. At the same time, he could also accurately avoid the dung eggs that could hit him. Amosta was like his whole body was covered with eyes, no matter which one Danger coming from any direction can always be avoided at the critical moment.
Before the big dung eggs that exploded under his feet had time to splash their stinky juice on him, he had already left the explosion range like the wind.
Crossed!
When Professor Brain leaped into the air and his palm lightly touched the opposite wall, all the armors retracted their left foot and instantly returned to an upright posture.
Many small hurricanes appeared in the classroom at the same time. These winds sent all the smelly air in the classroom out through the windows, and the smelly juice on the floor automatically seeped into the floor tiles. In the blink of an eye, the classroom was clean and tidy again.
call--
Amosta wiped the sweat from his forehead and panted slightly.
In those days, he spent a lot of effort to practice the skills of dodging magic spells in melees. However, in recent years, the strength of the wizards he fought against has been dimensionally different from his. He is also used to clearing the battlefield through map cannons. Therefore, These excellent skills are a bit rusty.
Until Amosta walked back to the classroom, these little wizards were still in a state of collective petrification.
"What's the matter?"
Looking at the dumbfounded little wizard, Amosta raised his eyebrows and said with a smile,
"Is my performance not exciting enough, or am I fainted by the stench of the dung eggs?"
"You seriously think so!"
Susan Bones, who had a long braid on the back of her head, was trembling slightly.
"Think we can do it"
"Like you just did?!"
Parvati Patil added to what Susan Bones said, for these girls, big dung eggs are particularly lethal.
"Well, of course--"
Professor Brain said with confidence,
"Of course, you will inevitably suffer some pain in the beginning, but I don't expect you to pass the intensity of training just now. At the beginning, I will reduce the intensity of the attack, probably only one-third of the intensity, and wait until Once you get used to it, slowly increase the speed—"
"We'll never adapt."
Parvati Patil's conclusive words caused many young wizards to nod. However, it was too late to give up now. Professor Brain clearly told them at the beginning of this class that the channel for giving up had been closed, except for Persistence has no choice.
"Who wants to try it first?"
Professor Blaine crossed his arms and began to bully them with oppressive eyes again. However, even Hermione, who was full of expressiveness in class, lowered her head this time and did not dare to look directly into Professor Blaine's eyes.
This was an expected situation, and Amosta was not surprised at all. After thinking for a moment, he had an idea in his mind.
"Potter, Malfoy, Diggory, Cho Chang, you four will come out first to give everyone a demonstration."
As expected, the four little wizards who were named looked bitter at the same time, looking like they were in danger of a disaster, especially Qiu Zhang. She was at a loss, while the other little wizards exhaled in unison, thankful that they had escaped. Pass a tribulation.
The four little wizards named were from Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and they were all seekers of their respective houses' Quidditch teams.
The importance of a seeker to the team is self-evident. This position requires a high level of talent. Specifically, it requires strong observation, reaction ability, ability to adapt to changes, and courage. The current trial requires the young wizard to possess exactly these four qualities.
The little wizards from the four colleges have never shown such a tacit understanding. The little wizards who were not named retreated to the wall one by one, leaving the four people who were slowly exposed.
"how?"
Seeing the Seekers from the four colleges shrinking back, Professor Brain frowned and said unhappily,
"Do you need me to get a broomstick for each of you?"
If this is really the case, that would be great - Harry complained in his heart. If the Firebolt given to him by Sirius was around, Harry guaranteed that he could complete this test, and his absolute score would definitely be far better than Mal's. blessing.
No matter what, the four of them couldn't resist Professor Blaine's will. No matter how reluctant they were, at this point, they had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Perhaps because of this realization, Harry didn't worry too much. Anyway, no one who appeared in this classroom tonight could escape. The difference was just a few more dung eggs or fewer dung eggs.
"Do you dare to give it a try, Potter!"
The four of them stood a few steps apart in front of the red line that Professor Brain had just drawn. Except for Qiu Zhang who looked pitiful with tears in his eyes, the other little wizards were adjusting their mentality.
Harry slowed down his breathing. He was ready to run two more steps before the first wave of dung eggs hit. Even if he fell in the end, he would at least be closer to the finish line than Malfoy. Just when he thought this, Malfoy The annoying voice sounded at the right time, and Harry immediately turned his head to look over. Malfoy was looking at him provocatively with his pointed chin raised,
"Comparing who can go further!"
"Mind yourself, Draco—"
Professor Blaine's calm and majestic words stopped Harry, who was about to retort, but the two of them still stared at each other unyieldingly.
"Don't worry, Qiu--"
Cedric smiled at Qiu Zhang and said, "Follow me later."
"This is also for you, Cedric," Amosta said solemnly, "take care of yourself."
(End of chapter)
