Ever since Professor Blaine went deep into the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and captured the basilisk that had survived in the Chamber of Secrets for thousands of years unscathed, the little wizard knew that Professor Blaine was a wizard with high mana, and with the events that had happened one after another over the past year, Professor Blaine's strength had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people until Professor Blaine eliminated Greyback and his deployment some time ago.

However, there are not many young wizards who have seen Professor Bryne in action with their own eyes, and they lack intuitive cognition, and now, the scene that happened before their eyes makes them realize how one-sided their understanding of the word 'powerful' is.

Harry remembered a time when he was at the Dursleys, when Uncle Vernon was watching a sprint race of Muggle athletes on TV in the living room, and he had time to take a few glances while he was brushing dishes in the kitchen, when he was amazed by the speed at which the tall athlete exploded at the point of gunshot.

But compared to Professor Bryan in front of him, Harry felt that the white athlete was as slow as a wriggling Flober caterpillar!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Professor Bryan appeared nearly forty feet away in a strong suit, his speed incomprehensibly fast, almost not human.

But then, like a rainstorm of dung eggs, half of the more than a hundred armors in the classroom threw dung eggs at the running Professor Bryne under the three walls of the classroom!

These big dung eggs were not thrown out slowly, they flew in a straight line in the air, so fast that even Harry, a talented Seeker, could not clearly capture the precise location of the big dung eggs that were coming from all directions.

"Oh, no!"

Hermione covered her mouth and subconsciously exclaimed, in her eyes, a large number of rapid gray shadows had surrounded Professor Bryan, this is no joke, there is no magical defense, even Professor Bryan may not be able to withstand such a large number and momentum of dung, but - what happened next has advanced everyone's cognition.

A sharp light flashed through the lilac eyes, and time was delayed at this moment, and Amosta raised perception and dynamic vision to the maximum.

Lean over, twist your waist, slide and pounce!

Amosta is like a brilliant stuntman, dodging the-like shitballs with incredible maneuvers time and time again.

Bang, bang, bang!

The smell of dozens of large dung eggs exploding in the classroom was simply deadly, but at this moment, the little wizard's attention was so intense that he didn't even realize the stench that could cause people to faint.

Dodging the first batch of dung eggs, Professor Bryan suddenly changed his strategy, instead of going straight, he ran in a 'C' arc, and this strategy was undoubtedly successful, most of the unresponsive armor fell short in the second wave of big dung eggs, and then, Professor Bryne's movements became more erratic.

He uses dodge moves to induce his armor to throw big dung eggs in the wrong direction, and at the same time, he can accurately avoid the big dung eggs that can hit him, and Amosta is like his whole body is covered with eyes, no matter what danger comes from that direction, he can always dodge it at the last moment.

Before the big dung eggs that exploded at his feet could splash the stinking juice on him, he was out of the blast like the wind.

Span!

The moment Professor Blaine leaped into the air and lightly touched the opposite wall with his palm, all the armor retracted his left foot in unison, and instantly returned to an upright position.

At the same time, there were many small hurricanes in the classroom, which sent the smelly air out of the classroom through the windows, and the stench juice on the floor automatically seeped into the floor tiles, and in the blink of an eye, the classroom was clean and tidy again.

Call--

Amosta wiped the sweat drops from his forehead and gasped slightly.

In order to practice the skills of dodging spells in the melee, he really spent a lot of hard work, but in recent years, the strength of the wizards who fought against him has been a dimensional gap with him, and he is also used to clearing the field through map cannons, so these excellent skills are a little rusty.

Until Amosta walked back to the side of the classroom, the group of young wizards was still in a state of petrification.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at a stunned little wizard, Amosta raised his eyebrows and smiled,

"Is my performance not exciting enough, or am I fainted by the smell of big dung?"

"You think seriously!"

Susan Bones, who was dragging a long braid behind her head, trembled slightly,

"Think we can do it"

"Like you just did?!"

Parvati Patil added on Susan Bones' words that for these girls, the big poop eggs are especially lethal.

"Well, of course--"

Professor Bryan said with confidence,

"Of course, you're going to have to suffer a bit at first, but I didn't expect you to get through the kind of intensity training you just had, and at the beginning, I'll reduce the intensity of the attack, probably only a third of the intensity, and then slowly increase the speed when you get used to it-"

"We'll never get fit."

Parvati Petyer's words drew a nod from many young wizards, but it was too late to give up, and Professor Bryan had told them at the beginning of the lesson that the way to give up was closed, and there was no choice but to persevere.

"Who wants to try it first?"

Professor Bryan crossed his arms and began to bully them with an oppressive gaze again, but even Hermione, who was expressive in class, lowered her head this time, not daring to look directly into Professor Blaine's gaze.

This was to be expected, and Amosta was not much surprised, and after thinking for a moment, he had an idea,

"Potter, Malfoy, Diggory, Akihari, the four of you come out first and give everyone a demonstration."

Not surprisingly, the four little wizards named showed bitter expressions at the same time, looking like they were about to be in trouble, especially Qiu Zhang, she was at a loss, while the rest of the little wizards exhaled in unison, glad that they had escaped.

The four named Wizards are from Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, and they are all Seekers for their respective House Quidditch teams.

The importance of a Seeker to the team is self-evident, and this position requires a lot of talent from the player, specifically, it requires strong observation, reflexes, adaptability and courage, and the current trial requires the little wizard to possess these four qualities.

The little wizards of the four academies had never shown such a tacit understanding, and the little wizards who had not been named shrank back to the wall one by one, exposing the four of them.

"How?"

Seeing that the Seekers of the four houses were all shrinking, Professor Blaine furrowed his brows and said unhappily,

"Do you need me to get a broomstick for each of you?"

If that's the case, it would be great—Harry thought to himself that if Sirius had given him a firebolt by his side, Harry would have been assured that he would be able to complete the test, and that he would definitely surpass Malfoy's absolute score.

In any case, the four of them could not resist Professor Blaine's will, and even if they were reluctant, they could only bite the bullet at this point.

Perhaps with this realization, Harry was not so worried, anyway, no one in the classroom tonight could escape, the difference was nothing more than a few big.

"Don't you dare to give it a try, Potter!"

The four of them stood a few steps apart in front of the red line that Professor Bryan had just drawn, and except for Qiu Zhang, who looked pitiful with tears in his eyes, the rest of the little wizards were adjusting their mentality.

Harry slowed his breathing, he was ready to take two more steps before the first wave of big dung eggs hit, even if he fell at the end, at least he would be closer to the finish line than Malfoy, just as he thought so, Malfoy's annoying voice sounded at the right time, Harry immediately turned his head to look over, Malfoy was picking up his pointed chin, looking at him defiantly,

"Whoever goes further!"

"Mind yourself, Draco-"

Professor Blaine's calm and majestic words silenced Harry, who was about to turn against him, but the two of them still glared at each other in disbelief.

"Don't worry, Autumn--"

Cedric smiled at Qiu Zhang, "Follow me later." ”

"This is for you, Cedric," Amosta said with a calm face, "mind your own business. ”

(End of chapter)