The site began to shake, and the little wizards retreated repeatedly. In the confinement circle, the square pieces of soil in front of these hundred-eyed ghosts rose from the grass, building up scattered high walls, low walls, and even corridors and digging trenches...

Allen temporarily simulated his practical class venue into a terrain that may be encountered in combat in real life, making the venue instantly filled with obstacles of various shapes. The arms of the three hundred-eyed ghosts were struggling to tear the things beside them, making the venue look even more messy.

Allen raised the teaching wand and pointed its stick tip towards the front. In an instant, five missiles made of magical energy shot out from the tip of the stick.

These missiles, with starry blue light, drew five curves in the air like shooting stars, and rushed towards the three hundred-eyed ghosts.

Although Allen just randomly cast the spell and did not aim at the demons at all, these five magic missiles seemed to have their own consciousness, and they were automatically divided into three routes in the air. Three of them flew high, and after adjusting the ballistics, they accurately passed through the gap between the guardrails, they hit the Hundred Eyes Ghost; while the other two went on an arc on the left and the other went on an arc from the edge of the high wall, one that circled the arm that hit the hit. The other one suddenly changed its trajectory after walking from the sky and hit it vertically towards the Hundred Eyes Ghost that had fallen into the trench and had not yet struggled.

With these bangs, the demons' orange arms were shattered, like broken arms with cut-off palms and eyeballs, still scratching in the sky. Many potholes as big as bowls were left on the broken arms of these demons, revealing red flesh, muscles, and blood vessels, all of which were blown into a mess. The depraved evil aura came out of them, and the smelly liquid dripped to the ground.

"Ravenclaw is on, what did I see? This tracking function is so suitable for me."

"With this spell, I can beat five at one."

"No need to aim? Professor, I want to learn this."

...

The students saw the arrogant and terrifying demon being hit in front of their eyes and were unable to fight back. It was really exciting to put the caster into themselves. However, after the wizards were excited to watch, some careful students were surprised to find that although the broken arms of these hundred-eyed ghosts could still be healed and regenerated at a speed that could be distinguished by the naked eye, and tender granulation began to grow on those broken surfaces.

"The growing environment of the demons makes their bodies strong enough to ensure their survival." Allen explained, seeing the expressions of these wizards, "I just came into contact with this spell and could not release five magic missiles at one time. If the power of the lower graders is similar to a heavy punch from a professional Muggle boxer?" Then Allen's expression became a little serious, "But as your practice deepens the degree of mastery of the spell... I want to blow the power of each magic bullet to the head or abdominal cavity, which is enough to kill a Muggle... O, Michael... Mr. Michael Conner, please ask."

Michael Kona was raising his arms high, and after Allen's permission he spoke: "Principal Harris, does this spell need to be continuously guided when casting a spell?"

"A more critical issue is that it does not need to be focused on guiding their ballistics. Just determine the attack target before these missiles made of magic energy are shot from your wand. Whether it is five or just one... As long as you determine these, no matter whether the target has hidden, concealed, etc., or try to dodge, unless you use the phantom to move to escape the missile's attack range... First-grade students have a distance of about 100 feet, but they can make their range longer as your strength increases." Alan's slender and pale hand swings with his words. "Anyway, in addition to this, the magic missile will automatically plan the route until it successfully hits the opponent... But the indirection of not focusing on guiding also brings a disadvantage, that is, our soldiers cannot specify specific parts of the missile attack creature. You may break one leg of the enemy, or you may just make a hole in the opponent's chest..."

This aroused the Wizard's apprentices and made them more puzzled.

Ernie McMillan asked hurriedly after getting permission: "Professor, if this magic can automatically track it... If we become the target ourselves, how should we resist?"

"Yes, this spell allows you to avoid using obstacles or body agility, but the attack force of the magic missile actually causes explosion damage in the form of force field, so it is easy to be blocked by the Iron Armor Body Guard... It is not like the Avadassori Curse, as long as it is contacted, the magic effect contained in it will activate its effect." Allen patiently explained, "But if it is not a super iron armor protection, the shield made by the ordinary Iron Armor Copy cannot last too long, and you still need to maintain your concentration... In modern magic society, we have more magical powers in combat..." Allen paused, "So to match it, I have prepared several other defensive spells for you to be more popular in ancient times, forming a relatively complete protection system, but I still need to improve and simplify it to facilitate your casting... So I won't decompose postures and spells for you for now."

This made the students who thought they could only learn one new magic unexpectedly and excited that they could learn three sets.

"But I think it's better to actually demonstrate it than just explaining it." Allen then glanced at the wizards around him, "Does anyone want to go on stage to experience it? I promise I won't hurt you."

Hearing this, he raised his hands one after another.

Among them, the Gryffindors raised up almost before Allen finished speaking, and they were the largest number, followed by Hufflepuff and Slytherin, and the Ravenclaw's students were the least.

After just seeing the power of magic missiles, the visual impact of the demons' arms being blown off was still stuck in their minds, not to mention that the defensive spell seemed to be still in the experimental nature, which made many little cowards not have the intention to participate in the demonstration in person. After all, since someone else has made a stand out, it has no effect on satisfying their curiosity.

"Mr. Draco Malfoy, Miss Susan Bones, Miss Lisa Duping, and Mr. Ron Weasley, come here." Allen chose a wizard in each academy,

Most of the little wizards who were named were a little nervous. They had seen the power and attack methods of magic missiles. Although they were protected by Allen, they were inevitably emotional, including Draco, who was originally absent-minded.

Especially Lisa's face turned pale, and she was half a step behind the others - she actually just wanted to express her support for Allen. After all, Allen saved her once when she first entered the first grade. She didn't really want to end up, so she was a little annoyed and afraid at this time.

Ron, who was only Gryffindor, was so excited that his cheeks were flushed. He pretended to be serious and wanted to make himself look more graceful and walked down the ladder. He enjoyed this feeling of being noticed and felt that he was shining on his face. Although he was still a little confused about Allen's choice of Harry or Nevillege, the recent relationship between Weasley and Harris made him feel relieved that the other party did not want him to make a fool of himself in public.

"Don't worry, I promise there will be no danger... Otherwise, Michelle would be happy, but Mrs. Pomfrey won't make me happy." Allen shrugged, and he reminded, "I will put these spells on you one after another... But it should be noted that some of them can indeed be cast like me, but others... you can't learn how to cast my spells, so they can only work on yourself like ordinary armored bodyguards..."
Chapter completed!