Chapter 488: Professor vs Student

Sirius has fallen into deep self-doubt.

To be honest, he actually looks down at Harry a little bit. As a godfather, he thought he knew Harry's strength very well.

Although Harry was not weak at that time, he could already defeat many adult wizards. Still, in his opinion, Harry is weaker than him.

You must know that he was fighting with the elite among the Death Eaters at that time. Most of those people were born into pure-blood families, and everyone had the qualifications to become Aurors.

But just over a year had passed, and Harry was in the middle of the battle, crushing him dignifiedly.

Thinking of this, Sirius wanted to die.

There were thunderous cheers from within the Mage Tower, and the Hogwarts students were celebrating.

Harry's performance in the battle was wonderful. Familiar with the basic magic spell and a Patronus Charm.

There are also three last consecutive powerful Disarming Charms.

It's too much for their group of students.

"Professor, I won the first game."

Alvin walked up to Harry with a smile and patted him on the shoulder in appreciation.

It's different from running away when encountering a Death Eater in the original book. Harry's strength is now considered an elite Auror.

The reason for such a big change is that the effect of the magic potion he gave him is very good, and the second is Snape's words and deeds.

Snape's reserved knowledge is no joke.

Why is Harry's Patronus so powerful?

Alvin glanced at Lily, who was relieved to tears.

The answer is, of course, self-evident.

What is the happiest thing in the world besides the joy of losing and being reunited?

And Dumbledore's look at Harry is also very complicated, mixed with regret.

"Sorry, Professor, I let you down."

Shaking his head, Sirius said helplessly, although he was thrilled that Harry had become so powerful, they were now on opposite sides.

"You've done a great job, Sirius. Leave the rest to us."

After comforting him, Dumbledore packed up his mood and prepared for the next duel.

It's just a game of gain and loss, and he can still bear it.

"Professor!" Harry called out to Dumbledore with earnestness in his eyes. "Why don't you choose to try and trust us?"

Although he stood firmly by Alvin's side, wouldn't it be better if he could persuade Dumbledore to stop the war?

Dumbledore was startled. A bit of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Harry, I'm glad you have changed so much but are still too naive."

"Wizards and Muggles can't be put together, and countless people will die once they merge."

Alvin interrupted the two. "It's useless to talk about it. Anyway, there will be a result today."

Seeing him say this, Dumbledore also gave up trying to continue talking, looked behind him, and selected candidates for the second battle.

"I'll come." McGonagall stood up, his expression as serious as ever. "Here, I have the highest strength. Even if Snape shoots, I have a great chance of winning."

Aberforth opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Although he can't beat his brother, Grindelwald, and that little monster.

But hitting you is fine.

After all, his surname is Dumbledore too!

Dumbledore thought for a moment and then agreed to her request.

Seeing Professor McGonagall

appear, Alvin didn't move, and someone Apparated from the Mage Tower and appeared in front of him.

"This one, I'm coming!"

Hermione looked firmly at her most respected Professor and stood before Alvin.

"Hermione, you?"

"I'm going to tell the Professor our resolve with my own hands!"

There was trembling in Hermione's voice, but her words revealed a meaning that could not be rejected.

Looking at Hermione's back, Alvin was silent for a long time before reluctantly confessing his fate. "Be careful."

He knew how much courage Hermione needed to stand up now.

On the opposite side, Professor McGonagall saw that the opponent turned out to be the student she had admired the most in recent years, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Miss Granger, you are worthy of a Gryffindor."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's compliment, Hermione's face also showed joy. Then, she realized something was wrong and quickly raised her face.

"You are also my most respected Professor."

The voice fell, Hermione waved her wand, and a table was blown to pieces. Under the effect of Transfiguration, the pieces turned into birds and surrounded Professor McGonagall, trying to block her sight.

"Very exquisite Transfiguration." Professor McGonagall took no hassle and also used the surrounding objects to turn into a big net, catching the birds in one go.

Since students use Transfiguration to meet the enemy, how can a Professor take the lead in using other magic?

As a result, they started a battle dedicated to Transfiguration.

The goshawk blinded the lion, and the giant bear smashed the rhinoceros.

Feather turned into a sword, and the gravel turned into a spear.

The two of them have used almost everything that can be used around them.

Unlike Harry and Sirius, who had a direct and passionate confrontation, Hermione and McGonagall's battle was more inclined to an academic exchange.

So far, they have never cast any spells other than Transfiguration.

The competition is about their control over objects and the flexibility of their minds.

"Get up!"

Hermione let out a soft voice, and the shield that Sirius had used flew up and turned into a giant palm.

It's just that this palm looks a little crude.

In fact, Hermione had already noticed the extraordinariness of this shield. When she was fighting with McGonagall, she used her magic power to analyze the elements of the shield.

Looking at the palm that was slapped straight down, McGonagall took it seriously.

These are very simple solutions if you can use a Knockback Jinx to resist or simply Apparate to avoid it.

But now it is a competition of Transfiguration. Whoever uses other magic spells first will undoubtedly admit defeat.

The dignity of a Professor for so many years would not allow her to do this.

Quickly tap the ground with the wand, and the floor around McGonagall quickly rises upwards, in the shape of raising his hands to support the sky.

The two met.

Boom! Zizzi! Crack!

Harry covered his ears in pain, like the sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard in Muggle school. It was too harsh.

But even so, his eyes were still fixed on the middle of the field.

There was smoke and dust everywhere, and he was worried Professor McGonagall would be injured. After all, Harry had a deep understanding of the hardness of that shield.

After more than ten seconds, the smoke dissipated.