HP Hogwarts, a piece of daily life

Lin An had no intention of hiding the Dark Lord version of Professor Quirrell.

It would be a pity to miss such a good practical experience!

She would bet that Professor Quirrell would never publicly do irreversible harm to a student on campus.

That being the case—

With a slight flick of the wand, there were also layers of water-like magic in the air that clinged to her limbs, which were also armor protection.

At the same time, before the admiration in Professor Quirrell's eyes disappeared, Lin An poured out another curse:

"Tarantallegra!"

Tarentella dance.

As we all know, armor can reflect all damage to oneself, and the first-year freshmen have no way to learn more lethal spells.

Therefore, something like a tarantella dance, which is more like a prank spell, should be more effective, right?

Sure enough, the moment the curse was spit out, Professor Quirrell quickly turned around to dodge the fiery red light.

This class was about armor and body protection. He dodged it, which proved that the non-lethal spell was indeed effective for this spell.

But at the same time, a white light quickly hit Lin An's palm——

"Expelliarmus!"

Disarm you!

The ebony wand flew high, then fell into the classroom, was picked up by a nearby Slytherin student, and passed to Draco.

The light blond-haired boy clenched his wand tightly, his eyes fixed on the podium, his expression was indescribably serious and tense.

Losing his wand, Professor Quirrell did not pursue the victory, but stood there and said: "What a smart lady--the armor body can indeed reflect all damage, but as you tried, there is no lethal spell , it cannot resist."

"And you," the Dark Lord smiled appreciatively, "You have too little actual combat experience, no matter how proficient you are in wandless and silent magic, it's a pity that your body can't keep up with consciousness, and you can't dodge other people's attacks. .”

The next moment, he pointed the tip of his staff at Lin An, and then uttered the spell:

“QuickSticking！”

Instant paste!

Subconsciously, Lin An quickly recited the mantra:

“FiniteIncantatem”

The spell stopped immediately.

But unfortunately, she was too late.

Seeing a flash of colored light, Lin An's body receded uncontrollably, and then stuck to the blackboard, as if the whole body was glued to the wall with 502 glue, and no matter how hard she tried to break free, she couldn't tear it apart.

Couldn't even take off the robe.

This is where the magic of magic lies.

When he said "quick paste", what was imprisoned by the wall was not only her clothes, but also her body.

But mantra is not completely useless.

At the very least, visible to the naked eye, half of the transparent armor on Professor Quirrell's body has melted away.

He stood there in amazement, and then praised Lin An: "Amazing magic power."

All the students watched this short but fierce duel, obviously without any casualties or fear, nor blood and pain, but for them, it seemed to have opened up another use of the spell.

"Lin An!"

Draco stood up anxiously and shouted.

Professor Quirrell seemed to have exhausted all his energy in an instant, and his whole body became sluggish.

He stammered and walked to Lin An, stretched out his wand and tapped it lightly.

A strong smell of garlic came to the face, mixed with a bit of rancid smell, Lin An moved his nose, but saw this timid and gentle professor, his brown eyes were watching her carefully, Stuttering: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

"No," Lin An stood still and bowed seriously to Professor Quirrell:

"Professor, thank you for your advice."

Next, it's time for her to officially divide her time between yoga and fitness.

After laying the foundation, let's learn free combat and the like.