Vol 2 Chapter 878: End of 1 training

"If there is no objection, Harry, come to me." Fanlin nodded, putting aside the list of spells in his hand.
Harry held the wand nervously and fought over, "Next, Harry and I will teach you the correct way to contact the Disarming Curse."
Fanlin looked at Harry. After all, he wouldn't follow it every day, and this task was more for Harry to complete. Naturally, it was reasonable to let Harry do more allocations.
Under the gaze of so many people, Harry's tongue was a little dry, and slightly dull, Harry finally opened his mouth.
"I think we can practice in groups."
As soon as the voice fell, all the people acted immediately and divided into groups. Only Neville was alone.
"You can come with me." Harry said to Neville.
"Okay! Count three! Okay, one, two, three!" The room was suddenly full of shouts of weapons except you. The wand flew everywhere; the wrong spell bounced on the shelf and pulled the book out.
Harry's speed was much faster than Neville's, so Neville's wand bounced to the ceiling, flashed a spark, and then fell on top of a bookcase with a snap. Harry had to cast a flying curse to return it to Neville. Looking around, he was convinced that it was completely correct to practice the most basic spells first; many people pronounced the wrong spells; most people's spells can only make the opponent back a few steps, or simply wipe past him.
"Except your weapons!" Neville shouted. Harry did not pay attention to the wand actually flew out! "I did it!!!" Neville said excitedly, "I have never tried it. I did it!!!"
"Very good!!" Harry encouraged.
He was not going to tell Neville that his enemies would not stay there leisurely waiting for him to fight.
"Listen, Neville, can you practice with Fanlin and Hermione for a while. I have to see how others are doing."
Harry walked to the middle of the room. A strange thing happened to Zechariah Smith. Every time he chanted a spell to disarm Anthony Gauston, his own wand would fly out, and Anthony did nothing at this time.
Harry didn't need to be surprised about this: Fred and George took turns casting curses on him not far away.
"Sorry, Harry." George said hurriedly when he saw Harry looking at him. "Can't control myself~"
Harry turned to the other side to correct the wrong spell.
At the same time, after letting Hermione take Neville to practice, Fanlin also started investigating his own students. Although he said he was also a Hogwarts student, he did some things that teachers did...
Well, it has been like this since the first grade, but at that time only Ron, and Harry who had just arrived, worked hard enough, and now it is just expanding this job to a group of people.
Everyone did something good and bad. Fanlin didn't pay attention to Harry's side, but focused on observing everyone's actions and spells.
Ginny was in a team with Michael Cowler; she did a good job, or Michael was too bad or he didn't want to curse her. Ernie Macmillan shook his wand to the sky, which gave his opponent a chance; the Clevey brothers worked very hard, but they were the culprits for causing the books on the shelves to fly around; Luna did a little bit Fortunately, you can occasionally hit Justin Finch Flatley's wand, but most of the time just let his head stand up.
Head up?
Is this using magic to shower the other party?
"Okay, stop!" Fanlin shouted, "Stop!! Stop!!!"
But the practice room is messy and can't distinguish anything.
"I think I need a whistle." He thought to himself, and then suddenly a whistle appeared on a nearby table. He grabbed it and blew it hard. Everyone stopped their wands.
"It's not too bad, you should know what it means. In other words, your performance is not very good," Fanlin shouted loudly, "but we are here to improve!"
Fanlin stood in the center of the field and broke down the disarming spell again, from the most basic magic spell to the movement and technique of casting. As a result, Harry backed a few steps, and the result of the magical hedge Everyone was surprised, and the power of the explosion should not be underestimated.
"Let's try again!" Fanlin waved his hand and started walking around, stopping from time to time to correct those mistakes.
Gradually, everyone has a look.
Harry tried to avoid Qiu's group of people alone, but he had gone back and forth several times in other places, and even collided with Fanlin. Someone reminded Harry that he shouldn't ignore the people there.
Fanlin naturally understood Harry's shyness, but let's forget it.
"Oh no!" Qiu yelled when Harry approached.
"Get out of your mist! I mean... get out of your porcelain!... Oh, I'm so sorry, Marietta!" Her rolling friend's sleeve was on fire; Marietta put out the fire with her wand, and then stared at Harry as if It was his fault.
"You make me nervous. I did everything well before!" Qiu said to Harry in frustration.
"That's good." Harry lied. But when she looked up at him, he said again, "Uh, no, that's pretty bad. But I know you can do it right. I just saw it."
Qiu laughed. Her friend Marietta looked at them sourly and turned away.
"Leave her alone," Qiu whispered, "She actually didn't want to come, I dragged her. His parents forbid her to do all activities against Umbridge. You know, his mother works at the Ministry of Magic."
"Where are your parents?" Harry asked.
"Oh, they also forbid me to fight Umbridge." Qiu said proudly, "but if they know that I am going to fight against mysterious people, especially in Saidrik..." She paused, looking sad. . Embarrassed.
Terry Boot's wand flew over, brushed Harry's ear, and slammed into Alicia Spinlet's nose.
"Uh, my dad is particularly in favor of opposing the Ministry of Magic!" Luna suddenly appeared behind Harry and said proudly, apparently she was eavesdropping on their conversation; and at this moment, the opponent Justin Finch Flatley was trying to He was rescued from the robe wrapped around his head.
"He always said that he completely believed in Fudge; I mean, he believed in the number of goblins that Fudge slaughtered! And of course he was using the Department of Mystery to make terrible poisons to poison those who opposed him. And his ah Gubla Slaskirt..."
Obviously, falling into a self-talking off-line state, no one can save Luna.
"Don't ask her what's going on." Harry quietly said to Qiu who seemed puzzled. She giggled.
"Hey, Harry!" Fanlin asked from across the room, "Did you see the time?"
He looked down at his watch and was surprised to find that it was nine minutes past ten, which means that they must go back to the common room immediately, otherwise they might be caught by Filch~EbookFREE.me~Harry Responded immediately, and Fanlin blew his whistle; everyone stopped "except your weapons" and two wands fell to the ground.
For Fanlin, it doesn't matter. Hogwarts' internal defenses can't stop him anyway, but with such a large group of people...
"Okay, today is very good!" Fanlin concluded, "But we are time, we have to leave here quickly. Next time I will notify you through the communication device, and everyone will write down their course schedules and submit them in a form. To Hermione, we will summarize the time most people can practice."
"So, what's the problem?"
"The sooner the better!" Dean Thomas said hurriedly. Everyone nodded in agreement.
　　
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