Dealing with the Dark Lord's version of Professor Quirrell, Lin An had no intention of hiding.

It's a shame to miss such a good combat experience!

She bet Professor Quirrell would never do irreversible harm to a student in public on campus.

That being the case—

With a flick of her wand, the same cascading waves of water in the air clung to her limbs, which were also armor protection.

At the same time, before the admiration in Professor Quirrell's eyes had faded, Lin An poured out another spell:

“Tarantallegra！”

Tarangtella Dance.

Armor is known to be able to counteract any damage it can inflict on itself, and first-year students have no way to learn more lethal spells.

Therefore, Tarantella, which is more like a mischievous spell, should be more effective, right?

Sure enough, the moment the spell spat out, Professor Quirrell quickly turned around and dodged the fiery red light.

This lesson was an explanation of armor and protection, and he hid it, proving that non-lethal spells were indeed effective for this spell.

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

“Expelliarmus！”

Except for your weapons!

The Ebony Wand flew high and then fell into the classroom, where it was picked up by a nearby Slytherin student and passed to Draco.

The light-blond-haired boy clenched his wand and stared at the podium with an indescribably serious and tense expression.

Having lost his wand, Professor Quirrell did not take advantage of the victory, but instead stood there and said, "What a clever lady - the armor does reflect all damage, but as you tentatively did, there is no lethal spell, it can't resist. ”

"And you," the Dark Lord smiled appreciatively, "you have too little experience in actual combat, even if you are skilled in wandless and silent magic, it's a pity that your body can't keep up with your consciousness, and you can't avoid other people's attacks." ”

The next moment, he aimed the tip of his staff at Lin An, and then recited the incantation:

“Quick Sticking！”

Quick Stick!

Subconsciously, Lin An hurriedly recited the incantation:

“Finite Incantatem”

The curse stops.

But alas, she said it late.

I saw a colorful light flash, and Lin An's body retreated uncontrollably, and then went straight to the blackboard, as if the whole person was glued to the wall with 502 glue, no matter how she broke free, she couldn't tear it apart.

I can't even take off my robe.

That's where the magic of magic comes in.

When he says "quick-acting", it's not just her clothes that are imprisoned on the wall, it's her body that is imprisoned.

But it's not all useless.

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

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

All the students watched this short but fierce duel, obviously without any casualties and fear, no blood and pain, but for them, it was as if another use of the spell had been opened.

"Lin An!"

Draco stood up anxiously and shouted.

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

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

A strong smell of garlic came to his face, mixed with a slight rancid smell, Lin An moved his nose, but saw this cowering and gentle professor, his brown eyes were looking at her carefully, and he stammered: "Yes, I'm sorry......"

"No," Lin An stood in place and bowed earnestly to Professor Quirrell:

"Thank you, Professor, for your advice."

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

Once you've laid the foundation, let's learn free fighting and something like that.