Chapter 403

The students looked at each other, dispersed consciously, and stood on both sides of the hall to make room for both sides of the battle.

Harry made eye contact with the trio.

In the repressed silence, they took out their wands and pointed at Cole, while keeping a safe distance.

Previously, outside Hogwarts School, I witnessed the other party alone against the three Aurors with a powerful force called rolling.

Hermione held her wand tightly and her breathing became shorter.

Harry's eyes crossed Cole and looked at Ron, whose expression was obviously afraid.

See the trio ready.

The blood flame roared, like thick blood flowing, attached to the long knife and burned.

Some students with keen perception, under the influence of the power of absolute destruction and killing, looked extremely uncomfortable and turned white.

Cole's ruthless eyes swept over the trio and said coldly, "remember, now you're facing a ferocious Death Eater.

Mercy will only kill yourself.

Use all your means to attack me as much as possible.

I fall to the ground and you win. "

With the other students watching intently, Harry clenched his wand and shouted, "Ron! Do it! EXPELLIARMUS (except your weapon)!"

"Wait! Harry! I'm not ready..."

Ron didn't finish.

Hermione had shouted the spell.

"Stupefy!"

One before, one after.

Two magical forces, the white light mass reconstructed in the real world, roared and crashed into Cole.

In the exclamation of the students.

Cole slashed and burst Harry's attack curse, which turned into a flying flame, like a gorgeous scarlet fireworks.

The next moment.

Hermione fell to the ground faintly and fiercely hit his back, just like the waves composed of halos, hitting the solid rocks and dispersing.

Previously, the students had a lot of practice and confrontation. It was their consensus that they could fly the enemy even if the spell did not work.

However.

What they saw in front of them once again refreshed their basic understanding of combat.

Just as Hermione hurriedly prepared for the next spell, the black muzzle of justice trial had been aimed at her forehead.

The actual combat Professor specially invited by them said mercilessly, "you are dead."

The girl's eyes crossed the gun and fell on Harry.

This temporary classroom, the most powerful student, has been subdued by a long knife around his neck.

The young wizard looked straight at Cole.

Shortness of breath, swallowing saliva.

For a moment.

He thought his neck had been pierced by a long knife.

Cole slowly lowered his weapon.

Ignoring the frightened eyes of the students, he walked to Ron, who was nervous but helpless. He looked down into his eyes and said coldly, "Ron, if it was a real life and death struggle just now, at this time tomorrow, you can take flowers to the cemetery to sweep the graves of Harry and Hermione.

Remember, the enemy will never give you enough time to prepare. "

After that.

Back in the middle of the clearing, he said indifferently, "hold your wand and start over."

This time.

The frustrated Hermione frowned, spread her hand and questioned loudly, "Professor, if our spell can't work for you at all, what's the significance of such practical training?

You are a Death Eater hunter that mysterious people will fear, and we are just a group of students! "

Follow the voice.

All the students' eyes focused on the girl.

Compared with the problem itself, the admiring eyes seemed to say: that's the notorious Death Eater hunter! A more difficult guy than Professor Snape, Hermione, how dare you question him?!

Ron frowned and looked away.

however.

When everyone thought Cole would scold Hermione for her cowardice, Harry suddenly said, "Hermione, the professor is right.

The enemy will never give us time to prepare.

And... I fought against that man, facing him, just like the situation we are facing now, the enemy is too strong to defeat.

But that doesn't mean we'll wait to die.

Don't forget, Mr. Cole said, "will is the most powerful power of a wizard."

Like a real Gryffindor.

Harry's tone was particularly firm, full of courage and indomitable.

even to the extent that.

At this moment.

The temperament of the teenager in this temporary classroom is like a young leader who leads people out of the darkness.

Hermione shook her head slightly, took a deep breath and said, "all right."

Ron took his wand, flashed his eyes over the two friends, paced in place and said, "I think... I should be ready this time."

Cole stood where he was.

Perhaps, we should consider giving these children some confidence. Sometimes too cruel reality will hurt their confidence and enthusiasm.

After a silence, he said, "when you're ready..."

I haven't finished yet.

Fully aware of the real purpose of the lecture, the cunning Hermione struck first and shouted, "EXPELLIARMUS (except your weapon)!"

A white light flashed.

Cole's long knife flew out and fell to the floor.

Harry was quick eyed and quick at hand. Using yugadim Leviosa, he manipulated the long knife to float and threw it far away.

The two tacitly looked at each other and smiled.

The girl joked, "Professor, you taught us this."

Cole smiled and said, "well done."

in fact.

He just threw away the long knife on purpose to increase the self-confidence of these lovely students.

Otherwise, at the moment of Hermione's casting, the feedback from the seventh vision is enough for him to respond and kill each other instantly.

Other students felt relieved when they saw this.

Ron suddenly pointed his wand at Cole and shouted, "stupefy!"

Unfortunately.

His sneak attack didn't work this time.

Cole turned sideways to avoid the spell. Neville, who was just standing on the path of the spell attack, screamed and flew out.

An empty cartridge case suddenly appeared in his hand.

At the moment when Harry cast the spell, he threw it out and hit his right hand. The boy ate and hurt, snorted and threw away the wand.

The powerful physical strength of the demon hunter broke out terrible kinetic energy under the horrified gaze of the students!

Three steps in front of Ron.

Hermione fell to the ground and hit RON in the face... To be exact, it was the roaring fist that hit him in the face and took away the magic wand of the completely stupid boy.

Gently push him away.

Twist your body.

When Hermione was preparing for the third spell, the wand roared out of his hand, hit the girl's wrist, ran away, raised his hand, squeezed Hermione's mouth ready to chant the spell, and held her in his arms.

What happened in the electro-optic flint room completely fooled the other students.

Stay where you are.

Harry covered his sore right hand with a painful expression and went to pick up his wand.

Ron stood where he was at a loss.

This time.

Also came to the core course of this practical course: the choice of death and courage.