When it comes to being late, it is obviously a common occurrence for special students like Maka who no longer have much interest in school courses.
What's more, he is still a Durmstrang person at the moment. Although he has been notified before, if he ignores it, others will think it is normal.
However, Maka was now standing at the front of Durmstrang's team. Although he looked a little dazed and seemed to be dozing off, at least he was already here.
But besides him being the most suspicious, who else would be late
At this moment, a sound of running came from the side door passage of the auditorium. Immediately afterwards, Ron and a Gryffindor girl pushed open the side door and "barged" in.
There was no way, their movements were a bit rough, and using "push" to describe it was not enough to accurately express the feeling of power.
"Hug... I'm sorry, Professor..."
Ron found that almost everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them, which made him look extremely embarrassed.
Maka, who was dozing while standing, raised her eyelids, glanced at them, and then nodded clearly.
"... It seems that the perpetrator of the theft has been found." He muttered in a low voice, and then continued to sleep with his eyelids drooped.
Following Ron was a girl named Lavender Brown from Gryffindor House.
Her long, slightly curly bright brown hair was tied with a bright pink hairband. She wore a colorful long-sleeved shirt under her wizard's robe, and her face was wearing foundation and blush invented by Muggles.
Although she is not a naturally beautiful girl, she knows how to dress up, which makes her look extremely fashionable.
At this moment, she was holding Ron's arm tightly and looking at him angrily.
"...Why are you running!" Lavender asked softly.
"It's... because we have to go to class!" Ron was a little at a loss by Lavender's enthusiasm and enthusiasm. He lowered his voice and said, "Didn't I tell you? I'll explain it to you after class... "
"But, you promised me! As long as I go-"
Before Lavender could finish her words, Ron quickly covered her mouth. In a hurry, he subconsciously glanced at Hermione in the crowd.
But it was better that he didn't look. When he looked, he saw Hermione glaring at him angrily.
what happened? Exposed? But Lavender hasn’t said it yet
Ron was stunned for a moment.
"How long are you going to stand there!" Moody, who was standing not far in front, paused his cane angrily and roared loudly.
Ron and Lavender were both startled, and they quickly ran into the Gryffindor House team.
"Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor House." Moody said in an irritable tone, "Okay, then, this three-school exchange class has officially begun! All the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, come to the stage!"
Maka, who was pushed awake by Krum, yawned loudly, then raised her legs and walked slowly towards the steps of the stage.
"The purpose of this three-school exchange meeting is to let everyone understand what the real black magic is! And what is so scary about black magic!"
Moody also limped onto the stage. He stretched out his hand and pointed hard at the little wizards under the stage, with a strong manic tone in his tone.
"First of all, I want to ask you a question!" He shouted loudly, "How many unforgivable curses are there?"
As soon as this question came out, all the students in the audience started whispering.
Moody ignored them, but turned around and glanced at Harry, Hermione, Fleur and Maka who were standing in the center of the stage behind him, and finally settled on Maka.
"McLean, tell me!"
Maka blinked her sour eyes, took out her wand and tapped her throat. Immediately afterwards, an amplified and somewhat lazy voice spread throughout the auditorium.
"There are three Unforgivable Curses, namely the Soul-Impering Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse."
Moody nodded and said, "I'll give you a brief introduction."
"The Imperius Curse can confuse the mind of the target and make the target act completely according to their own intentions; the Cruciatus Curse can cause severe pain in the body and soul of the target. If the time is too long, it will cause the target to go completely crazy. , or even death; as for the killing curse... instant death effect, no scars... "
Having said this, Maka turned her head and glanced at Harry, then shrugged and said: "... There is only one surviving case."
Moody glared at him dissatisfied, then turned around and warned: "There are countless wizards who have died due to the Killing Curse, Harry Potter is just an exception! I tell you, don't take chances!"
"But!" He paused, then continued, "Today's focus is not on the Unforgivable Curse! What I want you to understand today is the dangers contained in other curses!"
Hearing this, Maka couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
Mad-Eye Moody is indeed a top Auror who has experienced many hardships... It seems that today's so-called "three-school exchange class" is really interesting.
"Next, McLean and I will demonstrate an unforgivable battle to everyone... Remember! This is not a child's play! It is a real battle between dark wizards and Aurors! Except for the Unforgivable Curse Besides, any spell may appear in battle!"
Oops! You old man is an Auror and didn't run away. Doesn't that mean that I am the "dark wizard"
Maka looked at Moody's back with a constipated expression and rolled her eyes speechlessly.
In this way, Harry and others were driven off the stage by Moody's eyes again, and stood not far away from the stage to watch the battle. When Harry and Fleur passed in front of Maka, they both nodded to Maka, indicating that he must be careful.
As for Hermione, she just looked at the ground and walked quietly.
The moment Hermione left the stage for the last time, a red light shot out at lightning speed and headed straight for Maka's location.
Obviously, Moody is using his actions to tell everyone that sneak attacks are a common thing in actual combat.
Maka's reaction was naturally not slow. Even in the past, his level of vigilance was enough to prevent a sneak attack of this level. Not to mention he can now sense magic.
With just a slight step, he accurately avoided Moody's disarming spell and responded with a disarming spell in his backhand.
The red laser beam shot from Maka's wand is obviously more slender, but its flying speed is actually faster than the one Moody just made.
But Moody was obviously very experienced. After launching his first sneak attack, he immediately cast an iron armor spell on himself. Although Maka's disarming spell was very fast, the spell that sacrificed strength was easily defended by the iron armor spell on Moody's body.
In an instant, a dazzling red light particle exploded in front of Moody, with a violent beauty in the danger.
For Maka and Moody, this is just the first round of exchange trials. But in the eyes of the little wizards in the audience, this opening, which lasted less than two seconds, had already left them speechless in shock.
The most surprised ones are of course the senior students in the sixth and seventh grades.
Silent curse! That is a high-level spell-casting technique that has always been known for its difficulty. Only in the sixth grade will you be exposed to this technique for the first time, and it has never been included in the required test content of NEWTs.
Only students who have tried it will understand how terrible this technique is.
But of the two people on the stage, one used the silent spell skill perfectly in a sneak attack, which gave this "battle" a wonderful and cruel start; the other even used the silent spell beautifully in the case of a sneak attack. He fought back, his movements flowing smoothly and smoothly.
"This is the real battle!"
The young wizards who had experienced the so-called "Duel Club" organized by Lockhart had this sentence in their minds.
However, the battle demonstration on the stage has just begun!
Maka didn't pay attention to Moody's armor spell, but she didn't continue to attack in an attempt to suppress the opponent. He just pointed the wand quickly at the ground, and then the flames quickly spread around Moody.
"The flames are blazing!"
Maka didn't recite the incantation, but the little wizards in the audience couldn't help shouting it out.
This is just a fire-making spell that even first-year students can use, but in Maka's hands, the flames seem to be alive, rising and rushing towards Moody, like ocean waves.
The Iron Armor Spell can protect against direct hits from the spell beam, but it cannot protect against physical damage. Flame itself is just a physical phenomenon, and the Iron Armor Curse is useless!
Moody waved his wand without hesitation, and the flames around him were forcibly separated, and his figure that had been surrounded was immediately revealed.
However, the flames came towards him one after another. The inner circle of flames had just been separated, and the outer waves of flames followed.
Moody's expression became much more solemn. He waved his wand again, and a small whirlwind was generated in the flames. The wind was not very strong, but it was enough to cause the flames to form a vortex, rushing towards Maka like a tornado.
It must be said that Moody used this opportunity to counterattack very well. With just a small housework, he used the magic spell "whirlwind sweep" to counterattack Maka for a while.
But was Maka's purpose in using the fire-making curse just to break his armor curse
Just as Moody controlled the fire tornado to rush towards Maka, three consecutive firelights broke out of the air through the concealment of the fire tornado, and hit Moody directly in front of him.
That's a coma spell!
Because of the cover of the fire tornado, Moody couldn't react until the fire was approaching, but it was obviously too late to use the magic spell to deal with it.
The first ray of fire hit Moody head-on, but was blocked by the Iron Armor Curse that was still in effect; followed by the second, which steadily broke through the protection of the Iron Armor Curse, causing Moody to take a step back.
The third light of fire was already close at hand, and the little wizards under the stage were so nervous that they clenched their hands and didn't even notice the slightest trace of sweat dripping from their palms.