Lin An had no hidden plans to deal with the Dark Lord's version of Professor Quirrell.
It would be a pity to miss such a great practical experience!
She bet that Professor Quirrell would never do irreversible harm to a student publicly on campus.
In that case——
The wand flicked slightly, and there were also layers of water-like magic in the air that clung to her limbs, which were also protected by armor.
At the same time, when the admiration in Professor Quirrell's eyes had not faded away, Lin An poured out another magic spell:
"Tarantallegra!"
Tarantella dance.
As we all know, armor protection can rebound all damage to oneself, and first-year students have no way to learn more lethal spells.
Therefore, tarantella is more like a mischievous spell and should be more effective, right?
Sure enough, the moment the curse was uttered, Professor Quirrell quickly turned around to dodge the fiery red light.
This class was about armor protection. He hid, which proved that the non-lethal spell was indeed effective against this spell.
But at the same time, a white light quickly hit Lin An's palm——
"Expelliarmus!"
Expelliarmus!
The ebony wand flew high into the air, then fell into the classroom. It was picked up by a nearby Slytherin student and passed to Draco.
The boy with light blond hair clenched his wand and stared at the podium with an expression that was indescribably serious and tense.
After losing his wand, Professor Quirrell did not pursue the victory, but stood there and said: "What a smart lady - the armor protection can indeed reflect all damage, but just like you tried, there is no lethal spell.
, it can’t resist.”
"And you," the Dark Lord showed an appreciative smile: "You have too little actual combat experience. No matter how proficient you are in using wandless and silent magic, it's a pity that your body can't keep up with your consciousness, and you can't avoid other people's attacks.
.”
The next moment, he pointed the tip of his staff at Lin An, and then recited the incantation:
"Quick Sticking!"
Quick paste!
Subconsciously, Lin An quickly recited the spell:
“Finite Incantatem”
The curse stops immediately.
But unfortunately, she said it too late.
A flash of colorful light was seen, and Lin An's body retreated uncontrollably, and then stuck straight to the blackboard, as if her whole body was stuck to the wall with 502 glue, and no matter how hard she tried to break free, she could not tear it apart.
He couldn't even take off his robe.
This is where the magic of magic lies.
When he said "quick paste", it was not just her clothes that were imprisoned by the wall, but her body as well.
But the mantra is not completely useless.
At the very least, it is visible to the naked eye that half of Professor Quirrell's transparent armor has melted away.
He stood there in surprise, and then praised Lin An full of praise: "Amazing magic power."
All the students looked at this short but fierce duel. There was obviously no casualty or fear, no blood and pain, but for them, it seemed that another use of the curse had been opened.
"Lin An!"
Draco stood up anxiously and shouted loudly.
Professor Quirrell seemed to have exhausted all his energy in an instant, and his whole person became sluggish.
He stammered and walked to Lin An, stretched out his wand and tapped lightly.
A strong smell of garlic hit her face, mixed with a bit of rancid smell. Lin An moved her nose, and saw the timid and gentle professor looking at her carefully with his brown eyes.
Stuttering: "Yes, I'm sorry..."
"No," Lin An stood there and bowed seriously to Professor Quirrell:
"Professor, thank you for your advice."
Next, it's time for her to officially allocate her time to yoga and fitness.
After laying a good foundation, let's learn free fighting and the like.
