rpbooks Chapter 920 Cowboys are busy
Chapter 920 Cowboys are busy
Hearing that there was a chance to duel with Harry, Malfoy's eyes lit up immediately, and his pale face seemed to have blood back - he was one of the people who raised his hand when the cowboy teacher asked who knew spells, and he also saw that Harry was lowering his head and pretending to sniff.
Since Harry Potter can't become the next Dark Lord, why don't I become the Dark Lord and start by defeating him!
And as wonderful as Malfoy's expression was, as gloomy as Harry's was. Even though Martin's assault wand was half as light as his heavy sniper wand, it was still a huge disadvantage in this class. Not only did he not know how to cast spells, but when Harry was practicing with Martin's wand just now, he discovered one thing - this wand had never had any temper tantrums, and his several swings had not caused any damage.
This originally made Harry, who was practicing with trepidation, feel relieved, but obviously the cowboy duel made Harry's heart tense again.
Martin came over, poked Harry's crotch with his elbow, then motioned for him to come closer and whispered something in Harry's ear.
The first sentence made Harry feel enlightened, but the second sentence confused him. He stood up doubtfully, stared at Malfoy, and nodded: "I understand."
Malfoy sneered: "It seems that someone is listening to a brat, the famous Potter?"
"It's much more comfortable to get along with children than with certain people." Harry retorted: "The certain people here refer to those who are defeated by children."
"It looks like you're ready! Put away the wands you're using now and hold out your hands for me to check." The cowboy teacher interrupted the two people's argument and organized the first cowboy duel: "Step forward and stay away from the students. I don't want anyone to get hurt accidentally and then avoid deductions. Got it - two points will be deducted from anyone who gets hurt accidentally!"
"I understand—" Martin immediately replied: "—Harry, don't worry about the little white pig, just go straight to the students of Slytherin! It's better to take a few more away. Anyway, you will only lose one point if you lose."
The freshmen from both colleges who reacted quickly scattered, while those who reacted slowly were pulled away by those who reacted quickly. In the end, they all scattered, fearing that several of them would be taken away by one move by the players on the field.
The cowboy duel instantly turned into a dark game of scrambling to attack the audience.
The cowboy teacher looked at Martin speechlessly, but didn't say anything to him, nor did he change the rules: "It may be a bit of an overreaction to ask you to swear, but I hope you can abide by the spirit of chivalry duel."
“Not the cowboy spirit?”
"The cowboy spirit is to shoot first!" The cowboy teacher pointed at the two men, "Now turn around and stand with your backs to each other... Malfoy, turn left about five degrees."
Harry Potter and Malfoy turned their backs to each other, unable to see each other's condition or the cowboy teacher, and fell into a state of nervousness. They were afraid of being hit, afraid of accidents, and afraid that the teacher had already given instructions while they were in a daze.
And it wasn't just them who were nervous, but also most of the audience around them, because after them, other students would stand there one by one to have a 'duel'.
Then, when all the students were so nervous that they dared not make a sound, the cowboy teacher stood between the two of them, slowly raised the magic wand in his hand that was like a pistol, and then pulled the trigger.
Bang! Orange flames and loud sounds rose as a signal, and the two turned quickly. Harry pulled the straps, bent down, and even used the strength of his back to send the assault wand on his back into his hands.
But Draco Malfoy was still faster than him. He directly held the small wand in his hand, raised it up, squeezed it and pulled the trigger: "Flipendo! (Repel spell)"
The trigger function on the new wands varies depending on the imprint. The trigger of Martin's assault wand is a flashback, repeating the last spell used; the cowboy teacher's wand seems to allow him to cast spells without a spell; and Malfoy's wand trigger can contain a curse in the spell used, just like adding snake venom to the weapon.
However, Harry Potter also made another move while turning around - jumping.
"Don't worry about how cowboys fight in the movies. You have to know that few of these wizards know cowboys. And the teacher didn't say you have to stand still. When you turn around, you should run a few steps before you take action."
Martin whispered this in his ear.
Malfoy had obviously practiced casting spells at home, and the orchid spell flew accurately to where Harry was before, but Harry Potter moved in an uncowboy-like manner.
Moreover, as long as he broke the mind trap of "standing still", Malfoy's slow spell could be avoided by just temporary reaction. As the price of sacrificing caliber and length, the spell released by the wand was weak and slow.
But the advantage of dodging first is that after Harry picked up the assault wand, he had enough time to calmly aim at Malfoy, who was in a daze.
The second thing Martin whispered to him was, "Don't worry about not being able to fire the shot, just pull the trigger."
Harry, skeptical, pulled the trigger.
The flashback spell engraved on the trigger was triggered, automatically executing the last spell released - the blasting spell that Martin used to destroy the Sorting Hat helmet last night, which was a real wizard spell.
The assault wand draws magic power from the hand that pulled the trigger to release the spell. Normally, the wizard holding the wand is wrong. Harry's magic power cannot be properly utilized by the wand. The result of this casting should only be 'explosion'.
But Harry is a gifted wizard, and the wand in his hand belongs to Martin - how can anything that belongs to Martin be normal?
The spell had failed, but not that badly.
Bang! The first explosion occurred inside the muzzle of the gun. The impact of the bursting barrel knocked Harry, who had no idea of recoil, to the ground, but an orange-red spell still flew out.
Unlike Malfoy's slow spell, this half-finished blasting spell hit Malfoy before Harry's butt hit the ground.
Bang! Less than a second later, Malfoy flew backwards and landed on his butt.
The clothes on the young nobleman's chest were blown to pieces, and his white face was covered with a layer of 40% transparent black. But that was all, after all, it was a half-finished blasting spell, not enough to send a wizard to the school hospital.
"Gryffindor gets one point, Slytherin minus one point." Teacher Cowboy announced the results.
Some cheered, some sighed.
However, the price of this victory was a bit high. Harry Potter looked at the wand that exploded into petals at the muzzle and looked at Martin in embarrassment.
If he had to pay money, it would be a small matter. What he was more worried about was the extraordinary significance of the wand to the wizard.
However, when he looked at Martin worriedly, the other party waved the identical wand in his hand at him: There are plenty more.
"Okay, who's next? If anyone has a conflict, you're welcome to take revenge here." The cowboy teacher urged: "If not, I'll just match you randomly."
"By the way, how many people are there among you?" The cowboy teacher just realized the problem and lowered his head to find the wrinkled roll call book and started counting.
The number of students in the four houses is not equal. Usually Hufflepuff has the most students, which is why they eat the most. Slytherin has the least students, with only fourteen students this year. In addition, the number of Gryffindor students has also increased to twenty-nine this year, which means that on average one Slytherin student has to duel with two Gryffindor students, and there is still one student who can't find an opponent.
This was obviously unfair, so Martin stood up and said, "I want to duel with the teacher, please teach me." The cowboy teacher's expression seemed to freeze for a moment, then disappeared in a flash: "Young man, don't be too ambitious, but compete with students who are about the same level as you."
"I think everyone here is garbage." Martin insisted, "I'd better trouble the teacher to deal with me."
There was an aggressive tone in his voice.
Did this teacher offend him? Huiyuan Ai looked at Martin and Teacher Cowboy, recalling the whole process of the class, but she didn't understand the reason. It couldn't be because this teacher was very friendly to her and Ma Wu before, right?
Although Martin doesn't really need a reason to attack someone.
The cowboy teacher refused several times, but Martin was determined to rub against him.
"Okay, okay, um... it's you. Please make some noise later." The cowboy teacher agreed reluctantly, and then casually designated Huibara Ai to send the signal, and then kept a distance from Martin and turned his back to each other.
Haibara Ai looked at the wand in her hand. How could she make any sound if she didn't even know how to cast a spell?
So Huiyuan Ai looked at Doraemon at the entrance of the playground and waved it over: "Give me one of that guy's magic wands."
Doraemon thought that Haibara Ai wanted to make her wand explode like Harry Potter, so he simply took one out for her and turned away.
'It's so heavy'... Haibara Ai raised the wand with some effort, grabbed the front half with both hands, then aimed at the back of Doraemon's head and swung it over.
"Duang!" "Ah!"
What sounds good is a good start.
A crisp sound served as a signal, and Martin and the cowboy teacher turned around at the same time.
"Confringo!" Martin's speed was incredibly fast. He turned around in an instant, and the magic wand appeared in his hand. He shouted the spell and released the blasting spell.
The cowboy teacher also picked up the wand at this time, but the blasting spell had already exploded under his feet. When he pulled the trigger, the tip of the wand spit out orange-red flames into the sky.
The speed displayed by Martin at this moment was simply not something that a child of this age or even an ordinary human could do. In other words, Martin used his superpowers to strengthen himself, or what wizards could call spells.
"Oops, I missed." Martin did not announce that he had won. Instead, he took the initiative to determine that the game had to continue. He continued to move the muzzle of the gun to aim at the cowboy teacher and pulled the trigger to repeatedly release the blasting spell.
The cowboy teacher made a zigzag move while pulling the trigger at Martin.
The range of the flame was limited. Martin jumped back to avoid the orange-red flame, then pulled the trigger and fired back with a blasting spell that intentionally missed the target, blasting the opponent to pieces.
"There seems to be something wrong with this teacher." Hermione whispered.
Ai Huibara who was standing next to him heard this and said, "Because he doesn't use spells?"
Martin kept the distance between the two of them beyond the range of the opponent's fire spell, and the blasting spells that bombarded the ground from time to time ensured that the cowboy teacher could not close the distance.
But the cowboy teacher would rather be in a mess and covered in dust than use this one spell to attack in vain from beginning to end, and refused to switch to a long-range spell.
He didn't even recite any spells, he just pulled the trigger again and again.
"He really doesn't know magic." Martin now confirmed his previous guess that the cowboy teacher's ability was surprisingly weak, and it was just that the trigger of the magic wand could cast fixed magic.
However, what Martin cares most about is definitely not the opponent's strength, but his identity.
Bang! The cowboy teacher was unceremoniously blown away, and then Martin flashed in front of him, with the hot muzzle of the gun close to the other's nose: "You - you must not be good at singing, right?"
"You..." 'Cowboy Teacher' muttered quietly, then stood up and patted his clothes. He ignored Martin and turned to announce to the students: "It seems that someone doesn't welcome me, so my fate with you will end here, otherwise someone may blow me up directly."
The classmates looked at Martin. It seemed that Martin had some grudge against the teacher. He simply wanted to kill the teacher, and he really had the ability to do so.
Teacher Cowboy continued, "Starting from the next period, another teacher will take over your physical education class. Oh...he's here already."
The cowboy looked up, and his classmates followed suit. They saw the witch who had supervised their morning exercises in the morning, rushing down on a flying broomstick.
"Hey, was there anyone giving you a lesson just now?" the witch asked after landing.
When the students looked towards the cowboy teacher's position, they found it empty. While they looked up at the witch in the sky, the 'cowboy teacher' had already slipped away.
"I should be your physical education teacher." The witch said, "A cunning liar has tampered with the teacher's schedule. The school will continue to investigate this matter until the truth is revealed. You go back first. I will track down the scammer."
"Also, it's best to forget what he taught you. If he said anything like deducting points or expelling you, it will be invalid."
The students who were deducted points suddenly felt relieved, and then the class ended early and left the playground.
Doraemon, who was hit on the head, looked at Haibara Ai with accusations, but Haibara Ai turned a blind eye.
Harry looked at Martin curiously, "How did you find out that he was a false teacher?"
Not only Harry, but everyone else as well. His classmates all surrounded Martin and looked at him curiously.
"I didn't notice it." Martin shrugged: "I just wanted to kill that guy." (End of this chapter)