I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 33 O Fool!Obey death!
"As long as we defeat him, we can get extra points. You don't want to shoot!!!"

"This time - I will protect the glory of Gryffindor!"

Hearing the sound, the corners of Owen's face twitched in embarrassment, and Ward said, is this meowing your line?just read it

You are full of jingles, are you going to take the postgraduate entrance examination?
Owen didn't finish his sentence.

Harry didn't care at all.

At this moment, an unprecedented peace filled his heart.

————In the Hogwarts House Cup that year, Slytherin played against Gryffindor.

In the end, it was 400-399.

Gryffindor sadly lost.

At that time, I saw Percy sitting on the bench dejectedly, his eyes red.

I will never forget this picture.At that moment, I was thinking, if I was given another chance, I would definitely defeat all my opponents and win points for Gryffindor.

Now, with the extra points on the line, I had to wonder if this would be my only chance of a lifetime.

I believe that Gryffindor once had a dominant position, which was bitten off from Slytherin step by step by countless generations of Gryffindor.

Now the Academy Cup is just around the corner.

Recast the glory of Gryffindor!It is my duty to do so!
"For Gryffindor!!!"

Harry was like a god possessing him. In an instant, he was possessed by the souls of Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Sirius Black, werewolf Lupine and Gryffindor ancestors of all generations!

It's not a one-man fight.

Not alone!

Harry held a holly wand in his hand. The tip of the wand, which had the same origin as You-Know-Who's wand, emitted a gray light.

"Everything is petrified!!!"

His voice echoed throughout the bathroom.

The gray curse, like a sharp sword, carried surging magic power, and the turbulent waves, like the waves of the sea, were heading towards the giant monster's head.

"Harry!" Hermione looked at Harry in shock.

Then when the giant monster who had been slapped reacted, he kicked him away.

"boom!"

The big stick failed again, and at this critical moment, Harry was saved by Hermione again.

Not enough, although he dodged the physical attack, he was still pushed away by the accompanying air wave.

Next, the Redeemer's actions made Owen's eyes widen.

I saw him doing a somersault backwards, then rolling on the spot to release his strength, and then stood up smoothly. His movements were smooth and smooth, without any injuries.

???

"Hey, hey, hey! You're not really coming back from the Ring of Magic world! You're learning to roll too fast!"

"Dare you say you haven't practiced with the big tree guard? Harry Faded Potter!"

Owen opened his mouth in surprise, and stuffed an egg into it.

Chew it, chew it, swallow it.

"Okay! Alright! Although you are very ugly, I am very happy to watch it. For this reason, I can give you a piece of information for free." He stretched his waist and continued: "To deal with giant monsters Such a magical creature, if you don't have some very powerful black magic, don't try to use spells to deal with it."

"Believe me, sometimes swords are better than spells."

Hearing the sound, there was a big fight going on.

The four people who walked in disorderly steps understood each other.

Hermione immediately found a way to attack. She waved her wand and cast a large-scale levitation spell. The construction waste made by the trolls became her best weapon.

The gravel and sawdust, like precision-guided weapons, galloped towards the giant monster's limbs and head.

Owen, who saw this scene, unexpectedly came up with an idea.

If at this time, if the little wizard is armed with an American-made M1917 Smith & Wesson, then he will not kill monsters without rattling.

No, no, how could I have such an idea?
I'm a wizard!
What good is a broken pistol?

No matter what, you have to use individual rocket launchers and the like.

Sure enough, magic is still too barren?Compared with a near-ground anti-aircraft gun with a rate of fire of a thousand spells per hour, a monster of this level can smash it into a pulp in five seconds.

hiss~~~wait
Transfiguration, can it transform Muggle guns?
Owen was taken aback by his own thoughts, and then excitedly took out his wand and prepared to try it.

Seeing him, with a slight flick of the wand, the grill in front of him began to change rapidly.

It seemed to become a black curtain, and the magic began to paint on the black curtain.

Like 3D printing, his hands sank after a while, and two black spears appeared out of thin air.

From the appearance, it should be the legendary ninety-five-style self.
"Huh." Without any hesitation, Owen aimed at the troll and pulled the trigger.

then
— nothing happened.

Got it!
Sure enough, it was useless. Seeing that the guy in his hand didn't have a bullet stuck out, Owen didn't care.

He had expected it.

Just wanted to try it out.

In the final analysis, the deformation technique can only imitate a simple mechanical structure and cannot cause any chemical reaction to occur in the deformed object.

In other words, the bullet is filled with gunpowder, but in fact it is still iron.

This is consistent with Gamp's expression of the five principles of transformation.

Magic cannot produce food, or it can only produce other things that appear to be food, because the essence is still something else. After eating, it will not produce any nutrients, which is about the same as Guanyin soil.

"Owen!"

On the other side of the battlefield, there was a high-pitched exclamation.

Let Owen recover from his guess about Transfiguration.

In the distance, mud splashed all over his body. Hermione, whose long cloak, shoes, and calves were all soaked, even with some moisture on her face, looked back at him.

Along with Hermione was Hannah.

Owen's figure seemed to be reflected in her misty eyes.

Although she didn't speak.

But
"Okay!" Owen rubbed his neck with a lazy smile on his face.

Come slowly.

"Dumbledore may have lifted the restrictions on the troll," he said.

"But that's it!"

"It's just an irrational beast, and how can you use these simple methods to deal with beasts."

The phoenix feather wand made a slight cry, Owen raised it, and an invisible chill instantly enveloped the hearts of everyone present.

Like the Grim Reaper across the silent night sky.

"It takes fire, my friends, the fire that burns the soul!"

The shrill green light suddenly appeared!

"Avada—" Owen walked into the stupid creature step by step.

A crazy light danced in the corners of his eyes.

Then, the tip of the wand pointed sharply, and the god of death came. The scythe he carried took the life of that idiot with one blow.

"Death!"

The green light illuminates the entire bathroom!

Reflecting his evil face.

The cold wind rustled.The robe agitated wantonly.

A dark temperament enveloped the sky over everyone present.

"O savage fool! Submit yourself to your death!"

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