Chapter 500 The Strongest Professor

Andrew didn't know how Moody recovered his fighting spirit.

But he knew one thing, Moody took action very quickly, the kind of stability and speed that was tempered through repeated battles and replaced with blood and wounds.

It can be said that aside from the topic, Moody is almost the strongest professor in combat.

As for the extra-sight - Well, Dumbledore's full force and Andrew has never seen it, but he is very sure of one thing. If Dumbledore fights, he definitely does not win by casting a spell quickly.

Compared to the fast spell just now, Dumbledore's spell casting was elegant.

Although it was strange to say that, he could feel that very wonderful sense of melody, as if Dumbledore was not casting spells, but was engaging in the rules playing some musical score.

That was a spell casting in a completely different sense - Andrew could roughly understand it, but he didn't know how to describe it in a suitable way. As for learning, he had to put it in the back.

Compared to Dumbledore, he has been learning transformation techniques for too short, and his use of rules is very rough. He is also pursuing the casting of spells that seem to weave rules, but I don’t know how much time and energy it takes. .

The quick casting in front of you is a completely different concept, simple and clear, without any unnecessary casting actions, everything is simplified to almost the limit.

If the opponent is not prepared, this spell alone can directly cause the opponent to lose his combat effectiveness.

Andrew began to recall the details desperately - the ultimate beauty, whether it was the action or the trajectory of the wand, it was almost incredible.

"How about it?"

Professor Moody's voice sounded, and Andrew realized that when he was thinking about it, Moody had already arrived at his desk without knowing it.

‘This is the rear seat chosen by Hal and the others... Is the old Auror's inertia squatting in a dead corner? ’

The idea of ​​this came to Andrew's mind, but it was quickly suppressed by him.

"Can you do it again?"

The praise suddenly turned into such an outrageous request before it was said, but fortunately, the professor did not mean to refute it.

The wand was inserted back, and then the other party started to demonstrate next to him carelessly.

It was still the speed that was so fast that people couldn't react, and it was still the ultimate casting. When the wand was in place, the red spell had already flew out like lightning.

Speed ​​and strength are a perfect combination.

If it weren't for the current position in class, Andrew almost wanted to take out his wand to imitate it.

"Let's go, go to the practice classroom."

Moody looked around everyone with that magic eye, "I can't learn magic by just looking, but fortunately, Professor Martin got out the classroom last year."

This sentence immediately received support from all the students, and they ran all the way to the classroom almost happily.

Andrew walked at the end, and Professor Moody's wooden legs were creaking behind.

"Looking now, how long will it take?"

...

? ? ?

No, before class, I'm running to the back door to eavesdrop on students' words?

Andrew took a breath, trying to control his expression without a strange look, "Unless I tell me to have a duel, I can't stop the first magic."

The lack of things in the magic class is a fatal mistake in front of top experts - or he would have made up for the sixth grade so slowly, and he would not have made another major breakthrough in the transformation technique to catch up with Dumbledore's footsteps, otherwise, He looks the same as the spider.

"Absolutely, I don't usually do the duel, and then kneel over there to check the life and death of the opponent because I took action. After I took action, my opponent's life and death have been decided."

…

Can you stop talking about this embarrassing topic, Professor?

But no matter how embarrassed he was, about ten minutes later, Andrew wanted to shout that it was so delicious.

After explaining the coma curse in public, Professor Moody, who had taken them to cast spells several times, began to come over to correct his casting method after grouping the students.

And it is the most basic type - the one that cannot do even a little deviation from the angle where the wand is placed to the angle where the wand is pulled out.

After correction, it will be a long repetition. Professor Moody will inspect the training process of the other students during this period, but from time to time, he will come to correct his wand position and pull out the wand.

His demonic eye almost stared at Andrew, and he didn't let him go even when he explained it to the rest of his classmates - Andrew even blushed a little.

I won’t act anymore!

Whether it is a professor or a dean, he is privately giving a small meal, but Professor Moody came directly in class. If the other party hadn't been good at training and hadn't missed the course, he wouldn't know how to deal with the other students...

However, after class Andrew found that he was thinking too much - few students could understand the essence of this small clinic. On the contrary, many people still think that Moody was too strict with him...

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

‘The duel atmosphere in Hogwarts is still too bad…’

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"Are you sure, Minerva?"

Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall with a surprised tone.

"Yes, the predecessors told me that Alastor was cheering up all of a sudden, as if before teaching Taylor and the others."

"He even drank in the morning, right?"

"Yes," Professor McGonagall nodded, "I know he can come out, but it's too fast."

At this time, the door of Professor McGonagall's office was knocked open, and Moody walked in, "Ah, good afternoon, Albus, you are here too - I'll apply for that, by the way, teaching funds, you I can't use words to show my students those magical creatures."

"I'll help you with the funding matter," Professor McGonagall nodded. "I will notify Professor Alice - how are you doing in class these days?"

"The foundation is not average," Moody shook his head, "fortunately, Professor Martin did something last year."

"There's no way, the school's conditions are limited, Alasto," Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "Do you see Taylor today, how do you feel?"

"Just as that boy Rufus said, it is indeed the future of the magic world."

Moody showed a hideous smile on his face - but the rest of the people present knew that this was joy from the bottom of their hearts, not opinions.

"Rufus?"

"That boy Sclinger is a bit a bit of a bastard, paying too much attention to those messy things, and Barty..." Moody was silent for a while, but soon accepted the facts, and his expression became ferocious from softness, "and Mr. Barty is similar, but there is still a non-bastard saying. Although I also suspect that he remembered what Fauci said to him, it doesn't matter."

"Okay, let's not say those useless words. I have to sort out the textbook before lunch. I haven't read it well yet. The Auror has been teaching for too long, and I have forgotten a lot of basic knowledge," Moody grinned. He smiled, "I have to be a good professor-I am Moody."