Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Melvin didn't look at Draco, but teased Fang at his feet. "Your parents were very high-ranking and famous among the Death Eaters. Many of their enemies still remember them. Every time the Ministry of Magic showed any sign of loosening its grip, the families of the victims would protest in the courtroom. The Malfoys almost couldn't escape trial, and they were only a hair's breadth away from life imprisonment in Azkaban.

"In order to gain the favor of the Auror group, the Malfoy family spent all the wealth accumulated over generations as if it were free, especially hoping to gain Neville's forgiveness. Unfortunately, the Longbottom family has no shortage of money, and old Madam Augusta Longbottom is a stubborn old woman who would rather kill all the Death Eaters with the Killing Curse than accept those Galleons."

Draco paled.

"But Mr. Lucius Malfoy is a clever man. He always finds the right way to use Galleons. He went around in circles and donated the money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, requesting the healers at St. Mungo's to take good care of the Auror couple and invest huge amounts of resources every year to research how to cure the aftereffects of the Cruciatus Curse."

The three students present were all shocked by what they heard. Melvin only learned the hidden truth through the tavern owner. "In the end, Madam Longbottom didn't forgive them, but she simply stopped trying to get the Longbottom family's old acquaintances to protest at the court."

"..."

Draco didn't dare look at their faces and stammered, "I... I didn't know that the candy wrapper... was given to him by his mother. I was careful not to stain his book."

"I'd rather you trampled on my book!" Neville shouted in a crying voice.

Draco was speechless.

The forest became even quieter.

"call out--"

At this moment, a beam of red sparks rose rapidly, instantly illuminating half of the sky.

Chapter 63 Encounter

Late at night, the dim light of kerosene lamps flickered on the path inside the forbidden forest.

After walking for nearly half an hour along the path that turned right at the fork in the road, we arrived deep in the dense forest. The night was mottled and silent, as if all the animals were hiding from the snow. The cold evening breeze blew the treetops, swaying in the moonlight.

Hagrid, the gamekeeper and overseer of Harry and Ron's detention, trudged ahead, carrying an oil lamp, a crossbow and quiver slung over his back.

A cold wind blew in their faces, and the snow fell from the surrounding treetops, making a rustling sound. Harry and Ron moved forward and used Hagrid's burly figure to avoid the cold wind.

It was so quiet that even the sound of falling snow was clear. Hagrid noticed that the two little guys were a little uneasy and said with a smile:

"Why are you scared? You were so brave when you were fighting in the school corridors. Show us the courage of a Gryffindor!"

"Hagrid, we've walked through the school corridors hundreds of times, but this is our first time in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. If you really want us to be familiar with this place, take us here for adventure again during the day." Harry sniffed without raising his head, and the water vapor he exhaled formed a white mist between his mouth and nose as he spoke.

"Call George and Fred, they'll definitely be interested." Ron hunched his neck, wearing a knitted hat made by Mrs. Weasley on his head.

"Don't even think about it. Patrolling the Forbidden Forest is a punishment for your detention, not some fun adventure." Hagrid exhaled white mist. "It's only because you're accompanied by professors, and recently there have been patrols organized by centaurs, that the Forbidden Forest is relatively safe. Otherwise, even if it was Dumbledore's suggestion, I wouldn't agree to let you patrol the Forbidden Forest at night."

"..."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and realized that it was the headmaster's idea to patrol the Forbidden Forest.

The biting wind gradually died down and the Forbidden Forest became quiet again. Hagrid was leading the way in front, while Harry and Ron followed behind, staring at the moss-covered tree stumps on both sides and the depths of the dark bushes.

Slowly, they heard a slight rustling sound again. Harry and Ron leaned close to the half-blood giant's moleskin coat and waited for a while, but found that there was no wind. This time it was not the sound of snow shaking off the treetops.

Hagrid also noticed something was wrong, and the three of them stopped and listened carefully.

"Susu..."

"Whizzing……"

It wasn't the sound of falling snow, but more like the sound of a robe or cloak sliding through the bushes, and light footsteps on the snow.

Hagrid, Harry, and Ron were acutely aware that there were other people walking through the Forbidden Forest.

The other two paths that Professor McGonagall and Professor Lewynter had taken couldn't possibly be nearby, and the sound of centaurs walking on snow wasn't that kind of sound.

"..."

Hagrid immediately protected the two of them behind him, squinted his eyes and looked around carefully. He didn't see what it was, but the voice circled twice and slowly disappeared in front of him.

"There's a stranger in the woods, a stranger who doesn't belong here..." Hagrid whispered.

"Who?" Harry and Ron looked up at him.

"I'm not sure, but I suspect this is why the centaurs suddenly imposed martial law." Hagrid shook his head. "Never mind that. We have to be careful on the road ahead. Let's speed up and return as soon as possible."

Although they said they would speed up, they walked more cautiously. Hagrid moved the oil lamp to his left hand so that his right hand could draw the bow and shoot the arrow at any time. Harry and Ron held their wands tightly and paid attention to every subtle sound around them.

Over the next ten minutes, the voice repeated itself, seemingly guiding and urging them forward.

The three of them were always shrouded in a layer of gloom as they walked deeper along the rugged path. The road became narrower and more difficult to walk on. Harry began to have a headache. He didn't know whether it was a symptom of too much cold air or for some other reason.

Walking through a snow-covered bush, the voice had not appeared for a long time.

"Perhaps some animal, startled by our footsteps, is haunting us," Hagrid said in a low voice, and his voice suddenly stopped as he passed through an ancient oak tree with a tangle of branches.

Suddenly, an open space appeared in front of us, with clear moonlight and a wide view.

The three of them stared at the open space in front of them. Hagrid's expression was still frozen. He silently put down the oil lamp, took a step forward, and stood in front of Harry and Ron.

Ron trembled as he peered through Hagrid's arm. Two figures, one standing on two legs and the other on all fours, faced each other, their shadows stretching long across the snow. On the left was a mysterious wizard in a cloak and hood, and on the right was a snow-white unicorn.

Its body is that of a sturdy horse, with strong muscles and protruding bones showing a unique beauty. Its mane and tail hair are a holy silver-white, as if moonlight is condensed in them. Its dark eyes are smart, and its pointed horn is sharp and straight.

Normally, if Ron saw a unicorn that only existed in books, he would definitely jump for joy, but he couldn't feel happy now. He even felt a blockage in his throat and a little short of breath.

The mysterious wizard in a cloak in front of them turned sideways towards them, raised his head slightly, and the shadow of the hood covered his cheeks, so his face could not be seen clearly, but a pair of gloomy and vicious eyes could be seen, with irrepressible malice. When his gaze fell on Harry, it revealed a cruel look like a venomous snake staring at its prey.

Harry met that look, and a sharp pain instantly penetrated his head, as if a red-hot iron was being branded on the scar on his forehead. His vision became blurred, as if the bushes next to him were shaking.

"Uh..." Harry swayed twice and grabbed Hagrid's robe to barely stand.

Before Ron could react to what was happening, he found that Harry seemed to have been cursed. He was horrified and waved his wand, and a brilliant red spark exploded in the sky.

The mysterious wizard turned his wand and pointed the tip at the three people.

"Stay away!"

The roar of the half-giant echoed from the clearing deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Amid the roar, the two students were pushed and stumbled behind a thick oak tree. The unicorn that had been confronting them bent down and knelt. The snow under its hind hooves exploded instantly, and its entire body crashed into the mysterious wizard, the sharp horn on its head shining coldly.

Hagrid, who was pointed at by the tip of the wand, also moved instantly, touched the arrow, put the string on the bow, and drew the bow in one go.

Arrows whistled as three sharp arrows slammed head-on into the mysterious wizard's throat and shoulders. The half-giant, a skilled hunter, blocked all his escape routes. The bowstring was made of a fire dragon's Achilles tendon; because there was no wood strong enough to support it, a stone bow was used instead. The cold iron arrows were obtained from an Albanian traveling merchant at the Hog's Head Inn and were tempered with the decoction of the living hell.

Hunting unicorns is an extremely brutal act. Only the most evil dark wizards can do it by slaughtering pure and fragile lives in exchange for a lingering life!

Three arrows flew out, but Hagrid did not stop. He immediately reached for his quiver and prepared to continue attacking. How could a wizard who hunted unicorns late at night be a good person? Hagrid, who knew the characteristics of magical animals very well, was not going to make any reservations. The game keeper's duty was to protect this forest.

None of the arrows hit the figure. When they were a few feet away, the wand flicked slightly, and the arrows suddenly froze in mid-air, as if there was an invisible force field. The unicorn, which had been charging with force, stopped in front of him, its four hooves off the ground, its body floating in mid-air. With no support, it could only struggle haphazardly, like a lamb to the slaughter.

Whistling arrows cut through the air. Hagrid ignored the blood spurting from his tiger's mouth and almost emptied his quiver in a short period of time. The penetrating power of each arrow was enough to penetrate the fur of wild boars and black bears.

The figure waved his wand, and the stagnant iron arrows around him moved, slowly changing direction, and the captured arrows aimed at the half-blood giant and flew out.

All the arrow tips were illuminated by the moonlight, and Hagrid's face was also illuminated by the cold light, and the corners of his eyes could not help twitching.

I hate wizards who use dirty tricks the most. If it was an ordinary spell, maybe he could withstand it for a few times.

The half-blood giant hunched over, protecting his chest and head with his hands. Just as Harry and Ron screamed, a whirlwind suddenly appeared in the open space, and the approaching arrows were swallowed up by the sudden snow waves.

"Hagrid, go protect the children."

Professor McGonagall, who had just arrived from a distance, had a serious expression on her face, with the tip of her wand pointed at the dark wizard in the center of the open space.

Pansy and Daphne from Slytherin hid behind another thick tree. The two girls had been warned by the Vice Headmistress, and although they were flustered, they did not lose their minds. Hagrid saw this and did not say anything. He would only hinder the Vice Headmistress if he stayed here, so he quickly hid to the side.

"No matter where you come from, dark wizard, in the name of Hogwarts, I order you to give up resistance." Professor McGonagall raised her wand and confronted him.

The mysterious wizard watched the witch silently, then slowly retreated into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, with the levitation spell enveloping the unicorn in mid-air.

The heavy breathing of the unicorn echoed in the depths of the forbidden forest. Its dim eyes suddenly brightened and it looked towards the depths of the jungle behind it. From that direction came a series of horse hooves sounds and the creaking sound of a taut bowstring.

Three centaurs, half-human and half-horse creatures walked out of the forest. They were covered with bear fur to keep warm, and their muscles were as strong as marble statues. On the left and right were brown-red and silver horse bodies respectively, and the one in the middle had black mane.

"It's Firenze, Bane and Ronan from the patrol..." Hagrid reminded the vice-headmaster in a low voice.

The three centaurs walked slowly and steadily, and their bows and arrows were also slow and steady. The arrows were not made of ordinary metal, but dark blue plant thorns.

This time, the mysterious wizard no longer underestimated these bows and arrows. It was not because he was afraid of the centaurs, but because he was worried that he would be distracted when defending against the arrows because there was a troublesome old witch next to him.

Both Voldemort and Quirrell were taught by Professor McGonagall.

Dumbledore taught Transfiguration at the time, and Professor McGonagall was his assistant. Voldemort was reluctant to have too much contact with Dumbledore and always sought advice from this assistant witch.

When Quirrell was in school, Professor McGonagall was already the Head of Gryffindor. He was introduced to Transfiguration and its application in dueling...

A few decades later, Quirrell had participated in duelling competitions in his early years, but hadn't even made it past the knockout rounds. He'd heard rumors that Flitwick, the multi-time duelling champion, was actually about the same level as Professor McGonagall, but that Professor McGonagall wasn't interested in the title of Duelling Master.

A senior professor with unpredictable strength, three annoying centaurs, and four directions are all blocked. The four of them are approaching gradually in tacit understanding, narrowing the encirclement. If they don't leave now, they will not be able to escape.

Quirrell waved his wand rapidly, casting curses one after another.

The snow on the ground would always roll up into waves and swallow up the spell.

Melvin was hiding behind a beech tree twenty feet away, half of his body leaning out to watch, his hands on Hermione and Draco's heads. Neville was hiding quietly, not saying a word.

This is the senior professor's flexible application of Transfiguration. As soon as the thought comes down, the snow particles can follow the drive of Transfiguration and turn into entities to resist all spells.

Most curses in the wizarding world are difficult to counter with strictly using corresponding counterspells or armor charms. Most of the time, different offensive spells are exchanged at high speed. You excel at stunning spells, I excel at knockback spells. Both defense and offense are based on this, a competition of who can cast spells faster and more frequently, and the lagging wizard will naturally reveal his flaws.

It was a rigid, stilted fight, like a Muggle street brawl, a scene of fistfights exchanged between untrained wizards.

Experienced duelists will use light, energy-saving spells to counter the enemy's powerful attacks, waiting for the opponent to exhaust his strength. However, this method can easily backfire. Some wizards are particularly skilled in certain spells, and their spells are continuous. Simple, light spells can only delay the attack for a moment, and can even put the wizard in a passive position.

If someone tried to use the Repulsive Spell to counter Voldemort's Killing Curse, the result would be predictable.

The same applies to a certain savior's disarming spell.

Professor McGonagall's response was textbook-level, because any spell could be resisted by a physical entity, and Transfiguration allowed the snow to swallow all the evil spells. It was light and labor-saving, and there would be no loopholes.

Quirrell, who was in the middle of the clearing, also realized that he was being played a trick. He turned the tip of his staff and pointed it at the unicorn floating in the air, shouting angrily, "Stop! If you come any closer, I will kill it now!"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips together, her expression serious, and stopped, her wand still pointed at the Dark wizard.

The three centaurs stopped where they were. Ronan, with his red mane, trembled his horse's hooves nervously, stirring up the snow beneath his feet. Firenze, with his silver mane, remained vigilant. Bain, in the middle, displayed an angry expression and shouted coldly:

"You came to the Forbidden Forest to hunt unicorns, did you think we would let you go?"

While questioning harshly, Bane had already released the bowstring, and the arrow whizzed through the air. The sound was not as scary as the half-giant's bow and arrow, but the professor of Transfiguration on the side also moved. Several stun spells blocked the possible escape directions of the residence, and the snow on the ground also surged closer like waves.

Quirrell became even more annoyed, and regardless of the impending attack, he swung his wand fiercely at the unicorn's neck.

Those arrows and spells could not kill him, but this body was already rotten to the point of decay. If he could not drink the unicorn blood tonight, even if he could escape the encirclement, he would only be waiting to die.

Even if he fell into a coma, the Dark Lord could still control his body. With the unicorn blood providing magic power, these annoying beasts and that old witch would all die here tonight!

Thinking of this, Quirrell's eyes became even fiercer, and he poured magic power into his wand, causing the tip of the wand to flash with a cold light.