Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 207 Exterminate Your Weapon Jinchūriki

"I'm Percy Weasley, sixth grade, Gryffindor," Percy introduced himself. "My assistant today."

The crowd below watched them quietly, then someone started clapping. Hermione started it; she was always the first to applaud.

Then Harry and Ron clapped, followed by Neville, Hannah, Susan, and Cho Chang.

Draco hesitated for a moment, then began to clap.

His applause was very soft, lasting only twice, but it was enough.

After the applause stopped, Henry continued speaking.

"The club's rules are simple. First, safety first." His gaze swept over everyone. "The protective barriers will always be open, but if you feel anything is wrong during practice, stop immediately. Don't push yourself, don't force yourself. Mrs. Pomfrey has already made arrangements so that anyone who gets injured can go to the infirmary. But it's best if no one goes."

Someone chuckled softly below. It was Ron. He chuckled briefly, then quickly stopped.

Laughing in this situation is inappropriate; even someone as oblivious as Ron would find it unacceptable.

"Second, respect your opponent," Henry continued. "This is practice, not a real duel. No curses, no intentional injury, and no turning against your opponent after losing. Don't be arrogant when you win, and don't get angry when you lose. Can you do that?"

The people below nodded in agreement. Hannah nodded the most vigorously, her head almost blurring out of shape.

"Third, there are no house distinctions," Henry said, slowing his voice. "Here, you're not Gryffindor, not Slytherin, not Ravenclaw, not Hufflepuff. You're just someone who wants to learn. Your partner could be from any house, and your rival could be from any house. But here, they're just your classmates."

Miss Farley took a step forward and picked up the conversation.

"Today we'll start with some basic spells." She drew her wand and twirled it gracefully. "Disarming Charm: Remove your weapon. This is the most commonly used and practical spell in duels. Some of you may have already learned it, and some may not. That's alright, today we're just giving you a feel for it."

She raised her wand slowly, as if afraid someone might not see it clearly.

"Watch my hand," she said. "Raise the wand to this height—about chest level—relax your wrist, don't stiffen it. As you chant the spell, flick your wrist forward, concentrating the power at the tip of the wand. It's not the power of your arm, it's the power of your wrist. If you use too much force in your arm, the spell will go astray."

She waved her wand, the movement clean and swift, as slow as a slow-motion scene in a movie.

A beam of red light shot out from the tip of the staff, not fast, but it drew a clear trajectory in the air.

"Did you see it clearly?" she asked. "The red light should be straight, not scattered. If the incantation is released as a blurry cloud of light, it means the power is not concentrated. If it is a clear line of light, then you are on the right track."

A mannequin appeared on the platform. It was as tall as a person, gray, and had several concentric circles drawn on its chest, like a bullseye.

The targets are very realistic; you can even see the texture on the surface.

"Now I will demonstrate a spell at normal speed."

She flicked her wrist, the movement so fast it was almost invisible.

"Disarm you!"

A dazzling red light flashed, fast and straight, hitting the dummy squarely in the bullseye. The dummy fell to the ground with a thud, as fast as a sandbag being punched away.

The wand in its hand spun and flew into Miss Farley's hand.

The room fell silent, and someone whispered, "Impressive."

It was Ron, his eyes wide open, clearly shocked by Miss Farley's methods.

Miss Farley put away her wand and turned to face everyone.

"Who wants to try first?"

They looked at each other, a little embarrassed.

Then Harry stepped forward.

"I'll do it."

He walked up to the platform and stood opposite Miss Farley.

Miss Farley nodded.

"start."

Harry raised his wand. He recalled Miss Farley's movements—a relaxed wrist, with the power concentrated at the tip of the wand.

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation; with a gentle flick of his wrist—

"Epelliarmus (Destroy your weapon)!"

A flash of red light streaked across the sky, fast and straight, hitting the dummy precisely.

The dummy swayed, then collapsed, its wand flying out of its hand and plunging into the ceiling.

As expected of the Jinchūriki of the weapon-removing technique, in 1992, he was freed for the first time at Hogwarts —

Miss Farley nodded, a hint of approval in her eyes.

"Not bad, but your wrist could be a little more relaxed." She stepped forward, took Harry's wrist, and gently shook it. "For a moment just now, your wrist was still a little stiff. Did you feel it? You used the strength of your arm, not your wrist. Try again, using only your wrist."

Harry tried again, this time deliberately relaxing his wrist and only flicking it slightly.

A flash of red light, even faster than before, and the dummy fell even more decisively, almost immediately after being hit.

The wand obediently flew to Harry's side and landed at his feet.

"It's better now," Miss Farley said. "Remember this feeling, the explosive power in your wrist, not your arm—next."

Ron stood up and took a deep breath.

His face was slightly pale, but because Harry had given him a head start, he wasn't too panicked.

"Epelliarmus (Destroy your weapon)!"

A flash of red light struck the corner of the dummy's clothing.

The dummy swayed, staggering a few times like someone who was drunk, but it didn't fall over.

"Your problem is aiming," Miss Farley said with a smile, without criticizing Ron. "Your wand was aimed at the target, but your wrist twisted at the last moment—try again."

Ron tried again, this time he was more focused and kept Miss Farley's instructions firmly in mind.

The red beam hit the center of the target, but not hard enough; the target only swayed slightly and didn't fall over.

"Again."

The third time, the target fell.

Although Ron's forehead was covered in sweat, his expression was beaming with joy, as if he had just won a military parade.

Miss Farley nodded: "It's alright, just practice more when you get back. Your foundation isn't bad, you just haven't practiced enough."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and stepped down from the platform.

Percy looked at him with a serious expression, but it was clear that he was very satisfied with his younger brother's performance.

Next up was Hermione. Her movements were perfect; she raised her wand to shoulder height, flicked her wrist slightly, and recited the spell clearly and powerfully.

The red light was fast and accurate, hitting the bullseye, and the target fell down with a thud, its speed so fast it seemed to be in sync with her performance.

"Very good." Miss Farley's tone held a hint of appreciation. "Have you trained before?"

"I practiced during the summer vacation," Hermione said with a smile.