Chapter 26: Combat Practice

Chapter 26: Combat Practice

Harry and Ron are enjoying their lunch in the Great Hall, while Hermione is just watching them on the side.

“You deserve getting that punishment, but it’s just a Howler. At first, I thought that Professor McGonagall would expel you, and your mother came to bring you home.”

Ron drank the pumpkin juice from the glass, “Professor McGonagall hadn’t given our punishment yet, but Mom’s Howler already humiliated Harry and me this morning.”

Although Harry also felt embarrassed, he was guilty of it. Mrs. Weasley said that their action by using the flying car could potentially lead Mr. Weasley to lose his job at the Ministry of Magic. During the summer vacation, the Weasleys treated him like their son, but they have messed up really badly now.

“What class are we in this afternoon?” He put down the knife and fork; he had cut sausage into pieces but didn’t take a bite, and took out the second-grade schedule from his pocket.

“Defense Against the Dark Arts class?”

Hermione looked at the time and put down the cutlery in her hands, “Yes, I met a first-year student who went to that class today, and Professor Forrest hates people who are not on time. We’d better hurry up and don’t leave him a bad impression in the class.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other and said dully, “I don’t think the impression we left on him last night was good enough.”

“My wand is broken, and I don’t think it’s good for me to rely on a wand like this in class.” Ron was upset, looking at the wand in his hand that was barely glued together.

Hermione stood up., “We have to go now. Come on, there are ten minutes left before the class starts.”

The three ran to the class, and it didn’t take long for the second-grade Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs to be there. Sherlock entered the classroom before the bell rang.

“Although the knowledge has been recorded in your brain, can you correctly use the spell under a certain situation?”

“The Defense Against the Dark Arts class will teach how to use a certain type of spell, combine what you have learned, and use it in actual combat. The core of this class lies in actual combat.” His voice was cold, and all the students in the class couldn’t help but focus their minds. No one dared to divert their attention.

Harry had been seriously listening to Sherlock’s words, and he couldn’t contain the excitement in his face.

“Is Professor Forrest going to let us duel?” He whispered to Ron.

Ron looked around excitedly as if looking for his future opponent, “It’s a pity that Malfoy didn’t take this class with us. Otherwise, I would definitely take this opportunity to teach him a lesson.”

Hermione was a little worried., “Isn’t it too early? We are only in the second grade.”

Most of the students in the classroom were as excited as Harry and Ron were because their class last semester was boring. They had been listening to Quirrell’s teaching over and over for the whole year, but they didn’t feel they were learning any actual combat knowledge or experience.

All the tables in the first five rows were pushed to the back, and only one table was left at Sherlock’s request. However, he did not arrange for them to duel each other in two groups, as Harry and the others had thought it would be.

He used his wand to lightly point at the only desk left. A change happened to the desk; its entire shape was changing and deformed, and at the same time, Sherlock’s voice could be heard throughout the classroom.

“Letting all of you duel each other wouldn’t give you enough pressure, so I made for you a more powerful opponent.”

His voice fell, the desk completely changed its appearance, and a loud roar could be heard from the mouth of the deformed desk.

“Mreowww!”