In late October, the temperature at the beginning of the night can already feel cold. The fog floating on the surface of the Black Lagoon was blown by a cold breeze and permeated the grounds of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, and the tall, cold castle was nestled in a cloud of fog that seemed bleak at first glance.

But in the physical education classroom, the atmosphere is still warm.

One by one, the little wizards took off their robes and threw them against the wall, rolled up their sleeves, and poured fire on their respective armours with their wands.

After more than a month, this group of young wizards has changed significantly from the beginning of school, their temperament is more capable, the light in their eyes is more condensed, there are fewer distractions, and they are a little more confident and calm. Amosta walked among the group of young wizards with his hands behind his back, and looked at the faces, and couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart.

The young wizard is still training in dueling-type spells.

It's just that it's not in Amosta's mental world, after mastering some actual combat types of spells, Amosta lets them practice spells in the real world, because there are still subtle differences between the mental space and the real world casting, and they must be familiar with the spells they master in a more realistic environment.

Shout--

A brilliant red light the thickness of a thumb shot past Amosta, grinding against the air with a terrible whistling sound, and the red light struck the armor thirty feet away like an arrow from a string, and the spear in the armor's hand thuded out of control, leaping into the air and flying upside down towards the spellcaster.

And that's not all, at the same time, the armor hit by the spell suddenly crawled with red trivial electric light, and the armor creaked and contracted in the sound of stabbing and stinging.

A paralyzing disarming charm - it's Harry's handiwork.

What's more, it's a silent mantra.

Not far from Harry, Hermione was also practicing the spell she had mastered. Her attacks played to their strengths, unlike Harry's talent for disarming spells, Hermione was lighter and used more spells to attack, but the problem was that due to the short training time, she couldn't cast every spell silently, and from time to time, the sound of chanting spells would pop out of her mouth.

Hiss, hiss-

Several black pythons the thickness of small arms leaped from the tips of Draco's staff and fell to the ground, spitting scarlet snake letters at the armor not far away!

A cold light shot out of the black python's eyes, Draco's wand fell, and several black pythons jumped out with a thud, their trajectory on the ground was swift and erratic, and in just two breaths, the black python approaching the armor from all directions jumped up and wrapped itself in the armor!

Squeak, squeak!

A tooth-sour sound sounded, and the hard armor quickly deformed under the entanglement of Draco's black python, and at the same time, the shoulder of the armor, where it was pierced by the black python's fangs, rose a black smoke full of fishy gas, and the bronze armor quickly turned white, and then rotted!

Seeing this, Draco bared his teeth and smiled excitedly, he subconsciously looked for Harry, but met Professor Blaine's gaze, and immediately retracted his neck, focusing on the self-repairing armor.

Amosta froze, and he saw Ginny's summon of a torrent of bats, startling Fenrieri, who was not far from her, and saw Luna, the little witch, waving her wand gracefully like a dance, and from her wand came out of her wand with all the light.

Cedric Diggory, Theodore Knott, Blais Shabini. The little wizards are all practicing in their own ways.

Amosta's eyes rolled to Neville Longbottom, who was hiding in a remote position, practicing magic, and his eyebrows unconsciously tightened slightly.

Compared to his physical gifts and reflexes in times of crisis, Neville's clumsiness in casting spells is almost impossible to see Neville not being good at spelling or wielding his wand, but his control of magic is terrible, and even the new spell training method developed by Amosta can't help him.

Not to mention Hermione, like Harry, who relied on instinct and talent to strengthen his disarming charms, or mastered a variety of spells with excellent concentration and control, to this day, Neville still has a considerable probability of failing when casting these basic attack spells, and because of this, Neville's hard-earned confidence in this class is basically lost.

Not--

To be honest, Longbottom's situation gave Amosta a headache, and if this situation continued, he would definitely not be able to persevere, but Amosta didn't want to give up the little wizard he had insisted on training until now, and Amosta was not willing to give up.

How can he help Neville find his path to progress?

Amosta's eyebrows narrowed even deeper, and he still needed to think about this question.

Smack!

In the hot training room, the sound of crisp slaps suddenly came to mind, and the little wizards who received the signal stopped training one by one, and they gathered in front of Professor Bryan from all parts of the classroom, which had been expanded again to almost the size of a Quidditch pitch, and arranged their positions according to the academy training, showing considerable discipline.

Everyone stared at the bland Professor Bryan with reverence, especially Slytherin, and the light in their eyes could be described as fanatical.

Because of Professor Bryan's rules, no one dares to show off their progress in school and work with others, but they will not be unaware of the changes that this month of training has brought to them.

"That's the end of today's training—"

Professor Bryan said with a smile on his face.

Hermione wiped the sweat from her forehead, her eyes immediately restless, and she aimed at today's PR target in the crowd, while Harry quietly stayed away from Hermione.

"Before I go back, I have a piece of news to tell you in advance that the school was going to announce this Friday, but I think PE students should have a little privilege."

The little wizards puffed out their chests proudly as they stared at Professor Bryan with wide eyes.

"At the beginning of this year's term, at the sorting ceremony, I told you that there will be a Triwizard Tournament this year, and that the other two schools, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, will arrive at Hogwarts next Friday, and for the rest of the school year, the brave candidates from both schools will live and study with you--"

Rumble--

Professor Blaine's words were like a drop of cold falling into boiling oil, and the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became warm.

After all, it was a group of little wizards who loved to be lively, and after hearing the news, they couldn't hold back any longer, and they had a heated discussion with people they knew each other.

"Professor Blaine!" Cedric of Hufflepuff raised his hand eagerly, "But the school hasn't released the rules for the Warriors selection yet!" ”

"I'll announce it in the auditorium when the guests come, and for now, it's still a matter of secrecy--"

Brian taught the disappointed eyes of the wizards and the little wizards, and said with a smile.

"Where's the competition, Professor Blaine?" Fred Weasley asked aloud, "The school still intends to exclude underage students, does it?" ”

"I'm sorry, but that's--" Professor Blaine replied with a smile, "as for the events to be played."

Professor Bryan spread his hands innocently

"I don't know. The competition is decided by the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Physical Education, and in order to ensure fairness and impartiality, they will not disclose it to the three participating schools in advance, which needs to be strictly confidential. ”

A neat sigh of disappointment rang out again in the classroom.

"Alright--"

Professor Bryan clapped his hands again,

"I'm telling you this news so that those who are interested in running for the Warriors are mentally prepared in advance, and although I shouldn't be biased, I still hope that the little wizards who represent Hogwarts are from you, and if it weren't for you, then I would feel."

Bang!

Professor Bryan was speaking his expectations when a heavy thud rang out of the curtain-covered window.

The little wizards subconsciously cast their attention at it, and found that it was an owl flapping its wings and eagerly breaking into the house.

Generally speaking, owls will appear in the auditorium en masse at breakfast, but owls delivering letters in the middle of the night are rare.

Amosta raised an eyebrow slightly, he walked over and opened the window, took the parchment from the brown owl's beak with its feathers dripping with water, patted the owl's head, and read the unfolded parchment through the torch on the wall.

The silence continues.

"What's going on?"

Seeing that his face instantly became solemn, and his eyes were full of fierceness Professor Bryan, Harry leaned into Hermione's ear and whispered in surprise,

"Has anything happened lately, does the Daily Prophet say anything?"

After hesitating, Hermione shook her head slightly,

"No, Harry"

"This Friday's PE class is supervised by Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, and Luna Lovegood--" Professor Blaine, who returned to them, had his face restored, and he calmly said to everyone, "There's an urgent matter for me to take care of, I'm going to leave Hogwarts for a few days—"

After saying this, Professor Bryan strode out of the classroom, leaving only the group of young wizards who couldn't figure out the situation standing on the ground and looking at each other-

(End of chapter)