Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 184 Three Experiential Teaching

"It's all petrified."

Harry swung his wand, and a spell hit Snape straight in the chest.

"Snapped."

Snape's wand held in front of his chest swung slightly, and the Petrification Curse was pushed aside by him.

"If you see a wizard waving his wand and using a spell, it's to increase the output of magic power, not to speed up the spell."

As Snape said, he swung his wand away from the triangle in front of him for the first time, and slammed it half a circle around his body towards Harry.

He didn't even say the spell, but the spell slammed into Harry with a sharp crackling sound.

"Snapped."

The curse hit Harry, and the Iron Armor Curse he used temporarily did not have the slightest effect.

"Boom."

The body flew up, slammed into the wooden door again, and then fell to the ground.

"Cough cough~~"

Harry felt like he was going to cough up blood, and he struggled to get up, but couldn't.

"If you don't want to accumulate magic power and make the spell stronger, please don't swing it carelessly."

Snape said, shaking his wand again, and said "out of body", a green light hit Harry.

Harry, clutching his stomach and struggling, suddenly found that his body was out of his control.

"stand up."

He heard Snape say coldly, and then his body stood up, completely ignoring the pain.

"The Imperius Curse, one of the most terrifying black arts, can manipulate other people's bodies."

Snape's voice seemed to come from another world, but Harry heard it all.

"Cruciate."

Another ray of green light descended, and countless blades seemed to appear in his body, starting to disintegrate his body.

The effect of the Imperius Curse disappeared, and the pain instantly became more intense.

"Ah... stop... ah..."

Harry wanted to yell "stop", but he couldn't do it at all.

Never has the pain been so real.

"Whoosh."

Snape stopped using magic, and Harry lay on the ground gasping for breath, his body covered with sweat from the struggle just now.

"Three Unforgivable Curses, you have experienced two, and the third one, you have also experienced it."

Snape's gaze was on Harry's forehead, where his sweat-drenched hair obscured the bolt of lightning.

"Whoosh."

He waved his wand, and a small mouse came to Harry, the pain was so frightened that Harry couldn't dodge, and then he heard Snape's voice.

"Avada Kedavra~~"

Under the cold voice, a green light fell on the mouse urgently and quickly.

The mouse that was still "squeaking" just now stopped all movements and collapsed on the ground.

"It...he died?"

Harry asked in horror, a green light flashed across his memory.

"Dead. This is the curse that originally intended to take your life. He has never failed. The only time it was on you." Snape said in a deep voice.

Harry swallowed, he looked at Snape: "It's the ground..."

"To shut up."

Snape roared and swung his wand. Harry's body flew three meters sideways and hit the wall again.

"Don't mistake stupidity for bravery, Mr. Savior, no one but Dumbledore would dare to do that."

"Cough cough..."

Harry lay on the ground coughing like a shrimp, and it took him a while to raise his head, and said with red eyes, "I dare, he can't kill me."

Snape's hand trembled, as if about to use magic, but stopped midway.

There was only Harry's panting in the tower, and Snape was silent for a long time.

"How can I kill him?" Harry asked suddenly.

Snape was startled, he had never thought about this question.

"Not until you can kill me, Mr Potter, and take up your wand."

Snape looked at Harry with some changes, but there was still a contemptuous smile on his face.

Harry propped himself up on his hands, reluctantly got up and picked up his wand.

"Each has his own wielding habits, depending on the spells the wizard has mastered, and his fighting habits."

Snape raised his hand and tilted his wand up until the tip was level with his eyes.

"You need to find your own habits, but I can share my habits with you as a template for your learning and exploration."

Harry nodded, following Snape's example and raised his wand so that the tip was level with his eyes.

"Few people use magic spells to attack the position below the waist. Even the leg-binding spell can have an effect on the upper body. Therefore, I am used to guarding the upper body with the wand."

Snape explained in such detail that Harry had no idea what this meant.

A wizard who throws out the fighting moves he is most accustomed to without reservation is simply courting death.

But Snape did just that, all he wanted was to give Harry some combat experience.

Help him defeat the Dark Lord?

Snape had never had the idea that the Dark Lord was invincible, this idea had long been rooted in his soul.

"Keep your wand hand on your chest, and when you wave your wand, don't leave the triangle..."

"Where is the triangle?"

"Small triangle, eyes and shoulders, big triangle, eyes and ribs."

As Snape said, the tip of the wand moved to the left, "When the enemy attacks your left shoulder, you only need to touch the wand here, and move your left body back slightly to protect yourself well."

"What if the enemy breaks my defenses?" Harry asked, "just like you broke me just now."

"No matter how powerful the spell is, when your defensive spell collides with it, it can also produce a slight turn, and the dodge of your left shoulder is just the time to prevent the enemy from completely defeating you."

"What if the enemy's attack goes straight to the chest?"

"The body is more inclined to one side. In short, protecting the triangle area protects the stability of the body."

"stability?"

"In order to fight back."

Snape said, shaking his wand back, "When you guard against an attack, the wand will shake like this, and as long as the triangle is stable, you can counterattack immediately."

As he spoke, the wand trembled and swung forward, and a spell hit the wall.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and at this moment, he realized how fast Snape was actually fighting the spell.

"V... The mysterious man's swinging movement doesn't seem to protect the triangle area, and his speed is faster." Harry said.

Snape frowned, he didn't want Harry to use the Dark Lord as his imaginary enemy.

However, it seems that he can't make the decision in this matter.

"He defended very little, or hardly ever had to."

Snape struck out in Voldemort's attacking style, with his wand in his hand, "I've tried to learn his wand swing, it's not difficult."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, sent his wand forward, and a spell hit the opposite wall.

This is not over yet, he took another step forward, flipped his wrist, and cast another spell, followed by another step, flipping his wrist again...

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Several spells hit the wall continuously, which looked very explosive.

"Wouldn't it be better to wave the wand like this?" Harry asked.

"Ignoring defense, it's indeed better." Snape stopped and said, "And he can control the magic spell to draw a weird arc, and now he can make the magic spell float..."

At the end, he took the initiative to stop.

No way, just to say, he scared himself.

Thinking of the Dark Lord being surrounded by dozens of Killing Curses, pushing him forward all the way, Snape's scalp went numb instantly.

"How does he defend?" Harry wondered.

Rarely, Snape scratched his head.

"No need." He replied.

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