Professor Brian's last practical class?

Harry scrambled to Neville's feet, struggling to pull his feet out of the mud, he had already picked up his wand and was ready to strike first, and since Pansy Parkinson had done such a 'non-martial' vile act, Harry didn't think he needed to follow Professor Bryan's rules anymore.

However, Harry was a little overwhelmed by Malfoy, who was lying on the side of the boat and handed him his hand, and he stayed there for two or three seconds before he could figure out what Malfoy was talking about, which made his expression strange.

Malfoy is still a person with a bottom line and a sense of gratitude, isn't that funny?!

"Are you crazy, Draco?"

Seeing this, Pansy's eyes widened in disbelief and she screamed, "That's Potter, are you scared and confused!" ”

"Shut up, Pansy, I don't need you to teach me what to do!"

Draco turned his head and glared at Pansy fiercely, then at Harry, his tone becoming very irritated, "Hurry up, Potter, get on board while I haven't changed my mind!" ”

Harry looked suspicious, he couldn't believe Malfoy's intentions, but the Hinkpunk who came out of the fog didn't wait for the men to figure it out, and quietly, it was twenty feet behind Harry and Neville.

Sa!

On the island of Avalon, Hinkpunk can only be reduced to bait for deception among the powerful undead creatures, but in the outside world, it can be considered a real dangerous creature corrupted by dark magic.

On the thin mist of the river, Hinkpunk, who was treading water with a strong one-legged man, let out a terrible hiss, and then, the black smoke suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, the five-inch claws appeared behind Harry!

The wind had not yet risen, but Harry had already felt a chill rise from his tail vertebrae, and in an instant it swam behind his head.

Time seemed to have cast a slowness spell at this moment, and Harry saw Malfoy's face distort with fear as he approached, and saw the Parkinson hand holding the rudder loosen the wheel little by little, and pounced towards the stern power plant!

At the door of the classroom, the little wizards who were caught off guard by the successive changes were stunned one by one, Hermione unconsciously pinched Ron's arm, her pure yellow pupils revealed despair, and Ron, whose arm had been bruised, also forgot to exhale pain, he had a long mouth, and he didn't have time to react when he saw the tragedy.

Amosta raised her brow, ready to immediately activate the restriction magic that had been engraved on the Hinkpunk's body, but what happened next slowed Amosta's curled fingers to take a look at the situation.

"Get out of the way, Harry!"

At the last moment, it was Neville, who was clumsy and reacting, and he yelled and threw Harry into the water.

Instinctively retreating, Malfoy fell into the cabin, and Pansy, who pounced on the stern, pressed one hand on the power plant, and with the other hand took out his wand to control the rudder to move.

Claws swept across Neville's back, strands of silk scattered through the air, and the air was filled with unspeakable oppression.

"Neville!"

Harry, who had been crushed into the water, bounced to his feet the moment he hit the bottom, he let out a roar, his left hand around Neville's neck and dragged him back, his right hand flicked out his wand, and the red light of the disarming spell immediately shot out towards the claws of Hinkpunk's approach, but the Hinkpunk was nimble and unspeakable, and when it couldn't do anything, it turned around to dodge Harry's disarming spell, and appeared in the other direction in the blink of an eye.

"I'm fine, Harry."

Neville, who was soaking wet, staggered to his feet, his cheeks covered with water could no longer distinguish which were river water and which were sweat, he touched his back, and when he found that he was not injured, he said in a shocked tone.

"Okay--"

A heart that had rushed to his throat fell back into his stomach, and Harry gasped as he looked at Malfoy and Parkinson as they fled, his eyes angry again.

Sure enough, these sladivy Slytherins can't be trusted at all!

"What are we going to do now, Harry, will Professor Bryan come to our rescue?"

Neville also scrambled to pull out his wand, but the little stick in his hand didn't give him much security.

"It's hard to say, Neville--"

Harry's vision pierced through the misty track, and he vaguely saw Professor Bryan standing on the riverbank.

"I don't think Professor Bryan will sit idly by and watch his monster kill in front of him, but I'm afraid he won't do it until we have to suffer."

I have to say that Harry's understanding of Amosta is very clear, and Amosta's educational philosophy of teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts class is to restore the real dangerous scene as much as possible, forcing the little wizard to break through on the line between life and death.

Either way, it was very difficult to fight such a nimble monster in the water, and Harry used the Freezing Charm once again - it was Hermione who taught him to use it, and last year, Hermione used it against the Cornish elves that Gilderoy Lockhart had unleashed in class.

Harry and Neville helped each other up onto the ice, their faces tense at the elf who was calculating how to disembowel the two of them, both wondering what spell they could use against it.

"Except for your weapons!"

The sense of oppression brought by this dark creature to the two of them was too strong, and Harry, who didn't know much about baiting enemies and feints, threw out the strongest attack spell he had mastered.

The brilliant red light illuminated the gloomy room, which seemed to be quite powerful, but it fell short as expected, and the spell struck the water, and the splash that exploded with a bang drenched him both over his body.

"Unified, unified!"

Neville panicked and added a spell, the petrification spell was probably the only attack spell Neville could use, and the person who taught him to use it was also Hermione, as for the process of learning this spell... There's no faster way to do it than to experience it for yourself!

To be honest, for the little wizard, compared to the Yin corpse, this dark infested Hinkpunk is much more difficult to deal with.

The sense of threat brought by the scarce number of Yin Corpses mainly stems from the fact that it is a corpse, if you can put aside the fear of this, the Yin Corps is actually just a monster with a lot of strength but slow movements, a first-year wizard can use the fire spell that he can master is enough to deal with, and, except for biting, the Yin Corpse has no special means of attack.

This Hinkpunk is not the case, it has a certain intelligence, and the agility of its dodge moves far exceeds the limit of wizards, and the spells of Harry and Neville, who don't know how to cooperate, can't hit it at all.

Bang!

A spell of emptiness made another splash, and his eyes followed Neville, who had been dizzy like a ghostly Hinkpunk, and his ass fell on the slippery ice, crying out in pain.

Panting, Harry saw this, and hurriedly bent down to support Neville, but this was undoubtedly a very wrong decision, and Hinkpunk, who had been waiting for an opportunity, stepped on the water with one foot, like an arrow from the string, and reappeared behind Harry, opening his fierce mouth towards Harry's neck.

"Be careful, Harry!"

Exhausted in both physical and magical power, Neville jerked Harry aside, and before he could withdraw his hand, the monster's claws slashed through his arm, and Yin Hong's blood splattered into the air, causing Neville's round cheeks to twist in a moment of intense pain.

Amosta, who was far away on the embankment, frowned, he glanced at Malfoy and Parkinson, who had fallen into another river because they were rushing too fast, and then looked at Potter and Longbottom, who had been tortured, and pouted helplessly, and the next second, he volleyed with his right foot, ready to get these people back, but at this moment, Neville, whose arm was injured, roared, and under Amosta's surprised gaze, he suddenly hugged the thick leg of the Hinkpunk and directly flipped it over!

"Hurry up, Harry!"

Neville rolled over and pressed against Hinkpunk's back, holding the monster's hideous head with both hands, and instead of letting go of the curling black smoke that made him dizzy, he yelled anxiously at Harry.

The 'ferocious' Neville stunned Harry, but Harry immediately realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and to make sure his spell wasn't let go, he crawled like a first-year troll against the troll, and Harry slammed his wand through Hinkpunk's narrow nostrils!

Roar!

Hinkpunk, who was in pain, screamed in pain, and the force of the violent struggle directly flew Neville out, but Harry, who was already about to kill, would not waste this opportunity, and in an instant, many spells passed through his mind, and in an instant, Professor Bryan's command jumped into his mind again, and he took a deep breath, and Harry yelled,

"The flames are blazing!"

There are no words to describe the brilliance of that moment, the violent explosion was swallowed up by a black hole that suddenly appeared before it could be raged, but the shock caused by the nearby roar still made Harry, who was close at hand, faint directly.

"You two--"

Amosta instantly appeared behind Harry and lifted him up, looking at Harry with a charred face, and Neville floating on the surface of the water rolling his eyes, Amosta's shoulders were raised high, and his face was black,

"Hand-to-hand combat is still addictive, isn't it..."

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