He stepped forward, made a fencing-like movement, aimed his wand at Professor Quirrell, and fired a petrification spell lightly.
Professor Quirrell held his wand across his chest, and the iron armor spell blocked Joel's attack.
But the petrification spell in front of Joel was just a foreshadowing. He leaned forward and shot out spell after spell with the wand in his hand. Different from the last time, the spells he cast this time were fast and dense, and most of them were small evil spells.
combination.
Spells like Expelliarmus and Avada Kedavra are powerful, but Joel doesn't think they're practical in wizard duels.
What does a strong spell mean?
More magic power is mobilized, and longer preparation time makes it easier for opponents to see through your actions.
Small evil curses are exactly the opposite. Less magic power is consumed, which means that more spells can be cast continuously in a short period of time and are more likely to hit the opponent.
Don't underestimate the power of small curses. They cannot reach the level of one-hit victory like Expelliarmus and Avada Kedavra, but they are enough to greatly reduce a person's combat effectiveness in a short period of time.
Often when a curse hits, the balance of victory will tilt. With the negative effects of the curse, subsequent coma spells, stone turning spells, and disarming spells are easier to hit.
Quirrell took two steps back and waved the wand in his hand very rhythmically.
He did not swing his wand very fast, but all the spells directed at his torso were deflected one by one. As for the spells flying toward his limbs, he either bent his arms or hooked his legs to avoid them, which showed that he was confident and able to do so with ease.
Joel understood that this was because Quirrell's dueling experience was superior to his, and he could avoid the spells as much as possible, and would only block those that couldn't be avoided.
The consequence of this going on is that Quirrell's magic state remains much stronger than Joel's.
Finally, after casting the last dance spell, Joel fell into a brief period of exhaustion. His refreshed magical qualifications were already quite powerful, but they still could not withstand such consumption.
Quirrell seized this fleeting opportunity. He stopped retreating and took two sharp steps forward. Now he was only three meters away from Joel. Such a close distance meant that Joel had very little time to react.
Joel could only focus on Quirrell's wand, relying on his judgment and reaction to dodge Quirrell's attacks.
However, the width of the carpet did not allow him to move his body significantly. Quirrell's curse happened to be stuck when his old strength had weakened and his new strength had not yet been regenerated. Joel dodged two curses and was still locked in a leglock.
The curse hit his chest.
What followed was a blocking spell, which directly pushed Joel off the edge of the carpet.
The duel was over. Quirrell cast a dispelling spell on Joel. He rubbed his waist and stood up reluctantly, raising his head to meet Quirrell's eyes.
Joel couldn't see through the emotions contained in his eyes. He only heard him say softly: "I didn't expect you, a sophomore, to be so persistent and able to cast so many spells in one go."
Joel:???
He hoped that he was overthinking it.
"I can see that your spell-casting movements have been streamlined and are indeed much faster than before," Professor Quirrell waved his wand to put away the long rug on the ground, "but the shortcomings are still very obvious."
He glanced at Joel and said, "Come closer and I'll tell you about the angle of casting spells in a duel."
Joel wandered up to Quirrell. The pungent smell of garlic made Joel's nose itchy.
"A lot of your spells just now were ineffective. I could even dodge them just by raising my arm." Quirrell turned the wand in his hand, and a bunch of silver particles appeared out of thin air, outlining a pattern in the air. Before the reproduction
The scene of a duel between two people, "During a duel, you should pay attention to the position of your wand. According to my experience, you must ensure that the tip of the wand is pointed at the opponent's chest."
Professor Quirrell put his wand against his chest, "This position is very difficult to avoid no matter up, down, left or right. It can force the opponent to use spells to resist."
"In most cases, the defender in a wizard's duel will suffer more in magic power, because the defender must ensure that the spells deployed on his defense can block the attack. To be on the safe side, most wizards will cast more magic power than the attacker.
Defense.”
"If you are of the same strength as your opponent, you can save a lot of magic power and gain a certain advantage in the battle, just like I just did." Professor Quirrell explained a lot.
"I understand," Joel tightened his wand, "Can Professor Quirrell give me another chance?"
Professor Quirrell raised the corners of his lips.
Two hours later, Joel walked out of the room with a sore back and a sore back. He clenched his left hand into a fist and hit his back hard. He coughed twice. He had lost all night and he couldn't even hit Quirrell with a spell.
However, with his outstanding understanding and understanding, he has made rapid progress and can already compete with Quirrell on the carpet for one minute.
But Joel is not complacent, even though he knows that Voldemort, who controls Quirrell, is the most powerful dark wizard in British history.
He knew clearly that Quirrell not only suppressed his own magic power, but also limited the scope of the use of magic spells. He may have mastered more black magic than Dumbledore, which is why Voldemort can compete with Dumbledore.
A big help.
But when facing Joel, he did not use those black magic, but only used some small magic spells such as leg-locking curses and obstacle spells. The duel between him and Joel was more inclined to use tricks.
Joel yawned and decided to go back to the dormitory to review tonight's duel. The effect of Occlumency was fully demonstrated here. As long as the memory occurred within one day, he could pull out the complete details in his brain.
, you can play it fast, slow down, or put it back down.
The 1,200 galleons were well spent.
It was already a little late at this time. Fortunately, it was the weekend, and the curfew in Hogwarts Castle was postponed to midnight. The castle was deserted, and the students should have returned to the common room to have fun. He turned a corner.
When I turned the corner and was about to go downstairs to leave, I saw an unexpected person at the top of the stairs.
Haylis wore her hair in a high ponytail, revealing the back of her neck as white as jade. She was holding a thick history of magic in her arms. She was pacing back and forth on the stairs, talking about the historical events of the Goblin War. Joel listened.
Halfway through, Haylis, who had gotten an O in History of Magic, actually stumbled and memorized everything wrong.
Little Leather Shoes turned around at the end of the corner, and Hailis met Joel's gaze.
She raised the corners of her lips in surprise.
"Are you okay?" She asked subconsciously, her worried eyes scanning Joel's body from top to bottom.
Before Joel could answer, she asked again, "...What was the gift you gave me last Christmas?"
The answer to this question was modified by Joel using Occlumency. No matter whether Professor Quirrell used the Imperius Curse or Legilimency, he could not know the correct answer.
"Ravenclaw Diadem Brooch..." Joel's voice was low, his eyes were undulating, and his heart felt like it had been scratched by a cat, itching tightly.
Haylis breathed a sigh of relief, "Professor Quirrell didn't make it difficult for you, right?"
Joel's mouth moved, but he still didn't say anything about Quirrell spending the night practicing dueling skills with him tonight. He didn't believe that Voldemort behind Quirrell would be so courteous for nothing. There were still a few weeks left before his identity was completely exposed.
Joel decided to keep Haylis away from him.
"He kept me talking all night about the resurrected zombies in the North African desert," Joel said with a helpless smile. "Professor White took us to see that thing last school year. It was not surprising at all. He insisted on saying for two hours that he was
How to battle wits and courage with the resurrected zombies."
Haylis was completely relieved and patted Joel on the shoulder, "I just said it, Professor Quirrell will also show off his words."
A slap hit the injured area, and Joel grinned inwardly.
There was still a calm smile on his face, "Indeed, but Professor Quirrell's storytelling ability is still top-notch."
"I believe this," Hailis said seriously, "If he doesn't stutter, he can record the bedtime radio."
The two of them walked downstairs side by side, no one started talking anymore, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.