Chapter 878 The End of a Training Session

"If you have no objections, Harry, come to me." Fan Lin nodded and put aside the list of spells in his hand.

Harry nervously took the wand and fought over, "Next, Harry and I will teach everyone the correct method of contacting the disarming spell."

Fanlin looked at Harry. After all, he wouldn't follow him every day, and this task was more for Harry to complete. Naturally, it was reasonable for Harry to do more assignments.

Under the gaze of so many people, Harry's tongue felt a little dry. With a slight dullness, Harry finally opened his mouth.

"I think we can practice in groups."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone immediately took action and divided into groups. Neville was alone.

"You can come with me," Harry said to Neville.

"Okay! Count to three! Okay, one, two, three!" The room was filled with shouts of Expelliarmus. Wands flew everywhere; miscalled spells bounced off bookshelves, pulling out books.

Harry was much faster than Neville, so Neville's wand bounced to the ceiling, sparks flashed out, and then landed on the top of a bookcase with a clatter. Harry had to cast a flying charm to return it to Neville. Looking around, he was convinced that it was absolutely correct to practice the most basic spells first; many people were pronouncing the spells wrong; most spells only made the opponent take a few steps back or simply pass him by.

"Expelliarmus!" Neville yelled. Harry's wand actually flew out when he wasn't paying attention! "I did it!!" Neville said excitedly, "I've never tried it before. I did it!!!"

"Very good!!" Harry encouraged.

He wasn't going to tell Neville that his enemy wasn't just sitting there waiting for him to fight.

"Listen, Neville, can you go practice with Fanlin and Hermione for a while. I have to go and see how others are doing."

Harry walked to the middle of the room. A strange thing happened to Zachariah Smith. Every time he chanted a spell to disarm Anthony Gauston, his own wand would fly out, and Anthony would do nothing.

Harry need not have been surprised by this: Fred and George were taking turns hexing him not far away.

"Sorry, Harry." George said quickly when he saw Harry looking at him. "Can't control myself~"

Harry turned to the other side to correct the mispronounced spell.

At the same time, after letting Hermione practice with Neville, Fanlin also began to inspect his own students. Although he was also a Hogwarts student, he did some things that teachers did...

Well, it's been like this since the first grade, but at that time there was only Ron. Harry, who just came here, worked hard enough, but now he just expanded the job to a group of people.

Everyone did some good things and some bad things. Fan Lin didn't pay attention to Harry, but concentrated on observing everyone's movements and spells.

Ginny was paired with Michael Cowler; she did a great job, or Michael was just too bad or he didn't want to hex her. Ernie Macmillan was waving his wand wildly, which gave his opponents an opportunity to take advantage of it; the Cleeves tried hard, but they were the main culprits in causing the books on the shelves to fly everywhere; Luna was still a little Better yet, it occasionally knocks away Justin Finch Flatley's wand, but most of the time it just makes his hair stand on end.

Hair growth?

Is this using magic to give the other person a bath?

"Okay, stop!" Fan Lin shouted, "Stop!! Stop!!!!"

But the practice room was so messy that I couldn't distinguish anything clearly.

"I guess I need a whistle," he thought, and suddenly a whistle appeared on a nearby table. He grabbed it and blew hard. Everyone paused their wands.

"It's not too bad. You should know what this means. This means that your performance is not that good," Fan Lin shouted loudly, "but we are here to improve!"

Fan Lin stood in the center of the field and broke down the disarming spell again, from the most basic spell to communicate magic, to the movements and techniques of casting. As a result, Harry took several steps back, and the result of the magic hedging made him Everyone was surprised, and the power that exploded should not be underestimated.

"Let's try again!" Fan Lin waved his hand and started walking around again, stopping from time to time to correct those mistakes.

Gradually, everyone has a look.

Harry tried to avoid Qiu's group, but he had gone back and forth to other places several times, and even bumped into Fan Lin. Someone reminded Harry that he shouldn't ignore the people over there.

Fanlin naturally understood Harry's shyness, but he might as well forget about it.

"Oh no!" Harry heard Cho yell as he approached.

"Mist you! I mean... porcelain! ... Oh, I'm so sorry, Marietta!" Her curly-haired friend's sleeve caught fire; Marietta put out the fire with her wand, then glared at Harry as if It was like it was his fault.

"You make me feel nervous. I was doing very well before!" Qiu said to Harry in frustration.

"That's fine." Harry lied. But when she looked up at him, he said, "Well, no, that's pretty bad. But I know you can do it right. I just saw it."

Autumn laughed. Her friend Marietta looked at them both sourly and turned away.

"Leave her alone," Autumn whispered. "She actually didn't want to come. I dragged her here. His parents prohibited her from doing anything against Umbridge. You know, his mother works at the Ministry of Magic."

"Where are your parents?" Harry asked.

"Well, they also forbid me from going against Umbridge." Cho said proudly, "But if they knew that I was prepared to go against You-Know-Who, especially with Cedric..." She paused, looking sad. . A moment of embarrassment.

Terry Boot's wand flew over, brushed Harry's ear, and hit Alicia Spinlett's nose hard.

"Well, my dad is particularly in favor of the move against the Ministry of Magic!" Luna suddenly appeared behind Harry and said proudly. It was obvious that she was eavesdropping on their conversation; at this moment, her opponent, Justin Finch Flatley, was trying to Freeing himself from the robe wrapped around his head.

"He always said he had complete faith in Fudge; I mean, in the number of goblins Fudge had slaughtered! And of course he was using the Department of Mysteries to concoct terrible poisons to kill those who opposed him. And his Ah Gubra Slashket..."

Obviously, no one can save Luna from being trapped in an offline state of talking to herself.

"Don't ask her what's going on." Harry whispered to Qiu who looked confused. She giggled.

"Hey, Harry!" Fan Lin asked from across the room, "Have you checked the time?"

He looked down at his watch and was surprised to see that it was already nine minutes past ten, which meant they had to return to the common room immediately or else they would most likely be caught by Filch.

Harry responded immediately, and Fanlin blew the whistle; everyone stopped "Expelliarmus" and two wands fell to the ground.

It doesn't matter to Fan Lin. Hogwarts' internal defenses can't stop him anyway, but with such a large group of people...

"Okay, today was good!" Fan Lin said in conclusion, "But we are overtime and have to leave here quickly. I will notify everyone through the messaging device for the next practice, and everyone will write down their course schedule in a form and submit it. Give it to Hermione and we'll figure out how long most people can practice."

"So, any questions?"

"The sooner the better!" Dean Thomas said hurriedly. Everyone nodded in agreement. (To be continued)