Infinite cycle of the heavens

With a look of surprise and excitement on Harry Potter's face, he wrote a line of text with anticipation: "You told Ginny the Patronus Charm?"

"Yes."

"Do you know any other magic?"

"Of course. What kind of magic do you want to know?"

Seeing the words floating on the diary, Harry Potter's pen couldn't help but pause, and began to think about this question.At this time, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind. In the picture, there was a powerful and evil magician, and the magic wand in his hand shot a green light, killing a gentle woman.

This scene often appeared in his mind, and whenever this scene appeared, the scar on his forehead would ache.

Now, he already knew who the characters in the picture were, the evil and powerful magician was Voldemort, and the woman who was killed was his mother Lily Potter.

This is the memory imprinted in his mind.

"Avada Kedavra."

Harry Potter accidentally wrote this word in the diary. After writing, even he was stunned. Just when he was about to cross out this line of words, the words flashed with light, and the ink had disappeared. He was never given a chance to come back.

Then, a line of words appeared on the paper: "Yes... But I will only teach you alone!"

Harry Potter closed the diary with a snap, and said to Ginny, "Can you lend it to me for a while?"

"...Yes!" Ginny hesitated, then replied.It wasn't that she was reluctant to part with the diary, but she was afraid that Tom would tell about the love potion, but she agreed in the end.

"Thank you, Ginny." Harry Potter thanked, carefully putting away the diary.

……

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore!"

Qi Fang knocked on the door, walked into Dumbledore's office, sized him up casually, lingered on the other person for a moment, and then said, "I don't know why you came to see me?"

In Lao Deng's office, there is another person besides Lao Deng.This is a very elegant-looking man, meticulously dressed, coquettish, and full of narcissism.

When Qi Fang's eyes fell on him, he also nodded slightly to Qi Fang, showing a smile that he thought was very charming.

This person was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Gilderoy Lockhart who had just been recruited this semester. They had met many times, but they hadn't really dealt with them many times.

"Mr. Qi Fang, please sit down! Would you like some honey?" Dumbledore said unhurriedly, pointing to the candy plate on the table.

"No, thank you." Qi Fang politely refused.

"Professor Gilderoy Lockhart wants to start a fighting club, but he still lacks an assistant. I recommend you to Professor Lockhart." Dumbledore laughed. "I think you can give it a try and maybe teach students something different."

Chapter 37 Fight Club

a week later.

When the Hogwarts students went to eat in the hall on the first floor, they found a newly posted notice on the bulletin board at the entrance of the hall, and immediately gathered around to watch it.

"Fight Club is about to start!"

"Tonight at eight o'clock, the first meeting."

"Students from every college can participate, are you going?"

"I love fighting classes, it's going to be so much fun!"

The students discussed with great interest, they were in the most curious age group, most of them expressed interest in fighting club, and Harry Potter was no exception.

In the evening, the layout of the hall on the first floor changed. The long dining tables originally placed in the center of the hall disappeared, replaced by a glittering golden stage. Thousands of candles were lit on both sides of the hall, like stars twinkling in the sky. The Huaban has turned purple, giving people a dreamy feeling.

When Harry Potter and Ginny came to the hall, hundreds of students had already gathered here, everyone was carrying a wand, discussing curiously, looking very excited.

The hall was filled with chirping and chattering.

"Hey, Harry, come here." Ron spotted him and called, waving his hand.

Harry Potter squeezed past Ron, where Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys were gathered, all around the stage.

Time is a magical thing. A week has passed, and the cold war between Harry Potter, Ron, and Hermione has ended, but the relationship between them can no longer return to the original state of intimacy. Hermione's deception has always been hard to let go, and there is Jiedi in her heart.

"Wow, there are quite a lot of people here today." Ron looked around and said curiously, "I want to know who taught us?"

"I've been told that Professor Flitwick was a champion fighter when he was young, and it might be him," Hermione guessed.

"Oh... I guess there's no need to guess!" Ron cried out in pain.

While they were talking, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, in a brand new robe, waved his hand very gracefully for silence, and said, "Come closer, come closer! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me?"

"Well, due to some recent events, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club, to train everyone well, and maybe one day you can use it for self-defense, just like my countless adventures-- - For details on this, see my published work."

"In addition, let me introduce my assistant, a practitioner from the mysterious East, Mr. Qi Fang." Lockhart showed his signature smile, untied the cloak and threw it out casually, and said: "He agreed to help me give you a small demonstration. Mr. Qi Fang's fighting style is a little different from our wizards, but it doesn't matter. I have dealt with similar things countless times and have very rich experience...Details For the situation, you can refer to my published works. You little guys don’t have to worry, there will be no danger, I will take a good shot, and won’t hurt the guests from afar.”

"Are you ready, Mr. Qi Fang?" Lockhart kept a perfect smile on his face. This is a very hard work, and all idols should learn from him.

After Qi Fang nodded, Lockhart raised his wand to his chest, swung it down, and then cast a spell, pointing his wand at Qi Fang, and shouted: "Disarm!"

'Axe Arms' is a very common magical spell with multiple effects.

In a narrow sense, "remove your weapon" literally means to disarm your opponent; in a broad sense, "remove your weapon" has another meaning - disarm your opponent!

This kind of magic can not only remove the opponent's weapon, but also knock people into the air, and can even be used to counter the Avada Kedavra.

I saw a dazzling red light shoot out from Lockhart's wand and radiate towards Qi.

When the spell was about to hit Qi, he turned his body slightly, the red light flew past his chest, and hit the wall of the hall with a "snap", making a crater the size of a sea bowl on the wall Hole, stone chips flying.

"Very good, have you all seen it? Just now I cooperated with Qi Fang and gave you a very good demonstration. Using flexible body skills can avoid spell attacks. In an adventure in Africa, I used body I can't dodge the opponent's sixteen spells in a row, and then defeat the opponent - a very evil dark wizard - with one move!" Lockhart explained to everyone with a smile, and then said: "Just now Let me demonstrate to everyone, and I'm going to make a real move next, are you ready? Disarm you!"

"Whoosh!"

The red light flashed like lightning.

Qi Fang's figure swayed slightly, leaving an afterimage in place, and when the red light passed through the afterimage, it returned to the original place, as if it had never moved.

"Disarm you! Disarm you! Disarm you! Disarm you..."

Lockhart cast seven or eight magic spells in one breath, and the magic beams shot out one after another. It looked very gorgeous, but none of the magic spells could hit the target.

Qi Fang only dodges from left to right within a square inch, his movements are weak, and he looks calm and calm.

"Very good, do you understand? Dodge is very important, but dodge alone is not enough. I have suppressed him now..."

Lockhart waved his wand and said, before he finished speaking, Qi Fang flicked his fingers, shot out with a burst of energy, and knocked his wand away with a "snap", then turned his palm and pressed down .Lockhart seemed to have been hit from behind with a sap, and fell on the ground with a "plop", unconscious.

"Ah! What's the matter?"