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Chapter 500 The Professor with the Strongest Combat Power
Andrew didn't know how Moody regained his fighting spirit.

But he knew one thing, Moody's moves were really fast, with a stability and speed that was honed through repeated battles, gained through blood and wounds.

It can be said that, apart from other issues, Moody is almost the professor with the strongest combat effectiveness.

As for the outside - well, Andrew had never seen Dumbledore use his full strength, but he was very sure of one thing, if Dumbledore fought, he would definitely not win by casting spells quickly.

Compared to the spell just now that was so fast that people could hardly react, Dumbledore's spell casting had a sense of elegance.

Although it was strange to say this, he could indeed feel that very wonderful sense of melody, as if Dumbledore was not casting a spell, but was manipulating the rules to play some music.

That was spellcasting in a completely different sense - Andrew could roughly understand some of it, but he didn't know how to describe it in a suitable way. As for learning, that would have to be put off until later.

Compared to Dumbledore, he had studied Transfiguration for too short a time, and his application of the rules was very crude. He was also pursuing the kind of spellcasting that seemed to weave rules, but he didn't know how much time and energy that would take.

The quick casting in front of us is a completely different concept. It is simple and clear, without any unnecessary casting movements. Everything has been simplified to almost the limit.

If the opponent is not prepared, the sneak attack of this spell alone can directly make the opponent lose his combat effectiveness.

Andrew began desperately to recall the details - the beauty of extreme simplicity, the movement of the hand, the trajectory of the wand, it was almost unbelievably perfect.

"How about it?"

Professor Moody's voice rang out, and Andrew realized that while he was thinking, Moody had unknowingly come to his desk.

"This is the back row seat chosen by Hal and his friends... Is it the old Auror's habit to squat in a blind spot?"

This was the first thought that popped into Andrew's mind, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Can you do it again?"

The compliment suddenly turned into such an outrageous request before it came out, but fortunately, the professor did not intend to refute it.

The wand was inserted back, and then the other party began to demonstrate it carelessly beside him.

It was still that fast speed that made people unable to react, and the spell was still cast with extreme coordination. When the magic wand was in place, the red spell had already flown out like lightning.

The combination of speed and power is perfect.

If he wasn't in the classroom, Andrew almost wanted to take out his wand and imitate it.

"Let's go to the practice room."

Moody looked around at everyone with his magic eye. "You can't learn magic just by watching. Fortunately, our Professor Martin made a classroom last year."

This statement immediately received support from all the students, and they ran towards the classroom almost with joy.

Andrew walked at the end, and Professor Moody's wooden leg creaked behind him.

"Now let's see, how long will it take?"

……

???

No, did you run through the back door to eavesdrop on students’ conversations before class?
Andrew took a breath and tried to control his expression so that it wouldn't look too strange. "Unless you tell me to duel directly, I can't block the first magic."

The lack of skills in Charms class would be a fatal mistake in front of the top masters - either he could slowly make up for it until the sixth grade, or make another major breakthrough in Transfiguration to catch up with Dumbledore, otherwise, he would be the same as that spider. "Almost. Also, I usually don't duel and then half kneel there to check the opponent's life or death because of the heavy blow. After I strike, the opponent's life or death is already decided."

...

Could you please stop talking about this awkward topic, Professor?
But no matter how awkward it was, after about ten minutes, Andrew almost wanted to shout out, "It smells so good."

After explaining the Stunning Spell in public, Professor Moody, who had led them to cast the spell several times, came over to correct his casting method after grouping the students.

And it is the most basic kind - from the angle at which the wand is placed to the angle at which the wand is pulled out, even the slightest deviation is not allowed.

After the correction, there would be a long process of repetition. During this time, Professor Moody would inspect the training progress of other students, but would come over from time to time to correct his posture in placing and drawing his wand.

His magic eye was almost fixed on Andrew, and he did not let him go even when he was explaining to the other students - this special treatment even made Andrew blush a little.

I don’t even want to act anymore!

Whether it was the professor or the dean, the private lessons were given in private, but Professor Moody came directly in the classroom - if he was not very good at training and had not missed any classes, he would not know how to face the other students...

But after class, Andrew realized that he had thought too much - there were not many students who could understand the essence of this special class. On the contrary, many people felt that Moody was too strict with him...

"The dueling atmosphere at Hogwarts is still too bad..."

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"Are you sure, Minerva?"

Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall, his tone surprised.

"Yes, the prefects told me that Alastor suddenly perked up, just before giving Taylor and the others a lesson."

"He drank alcohol this morning, didn't he?"

"Yes," Professor McGonagall nodded, "I knew he could get out, but this is 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 came to apply for that, by the way, teaching funds, you can't let me show those magical creatures to students with words."

"I'll help you with the funding," Professor McGonagall nodded, "I'll inform Professor Alice - how are your classes these days?"

"The foundation is extremely poor," Moody shook his head. "Fortunately, Professor Martin did something last year."

"There's nothing we can do. The school's conditions are limited, Alastor," Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "You met Taylor today, how did you feel?"

"Just like what Rufus said, it is indeed the future of the wizarding world."

Moody had a hideous smile on his face - but the other two people present knew that it was out of genuine joy, not out of dissatisfaction.

"Rufus?"

"Scrimgeour is a bit of a bastard. He pays too much attention to those messy things. And Barty..." Moody was silent for a moment, but soon accepted the fact. His expression changed from gentle to ferocious. "He is similar to Mr. Barty, but he still has a saying that he is not a bastard. Although I also suspect that he remembered what Fudge said to him, but that is not important."

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. I have to organize my textbooks before lunch. I haven't read them carefully yet. I have been teaching Auror for too long and I have forgotten a lot of basic knowledge." Moody grinned, "I have to be a good professor - I am Moody."

(End of this chapter)