Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 138 The Bloodman Barrow's Challenge
After sending Helena away, Hardy stood alone in the office, carefully looking at the fake crown in his hand.

When the wand was struck, different brilliant rays of light flickered, turning into a soap-bubble-like film and wrapping it in, which was enough to ensure that Riddle's soul could not have any contact with the outside world.

"We'll need it later." After throwing the fake diadem into the finger box, Hardy rubbed the real Ravenclaw diadem in his hand.

Under his careful restoration, the crown that had been reduced to a horcrux began to become clean again.

That's why Helena looked contented when she left.

"Professor Ollivander!"

Inside the wall, an illusory figure pierced through, and the bloody Baro held a saber tightly and stood it up high.

"Please accept my challenge!"

Looking at the ghost in front of him in surprise, Hardy frowned, "I don't understand, challenge?"

"Yes," the bloody Baron was agitated, and he had even started the etiquette before the duel, even though Hardy didn't agree.

Hardy didn't know what kind of stimulation the other party had received, but he actually wanted to challenge himself.

What confuses him even more is that there is no possibility of fighting against him without a physical opponent.

When his saber stabbed hard at Hardy's chest, 100% of the results would be that the sword and the person would pass through his body entirely.

Hardy, on the other hand, felt nothing more than a chill.

However, when the bloody Baron stabbed out his saber, a crisp impact immediately echoed throughout the room.

The "British City Wall" was instantly activated, and a huge pearly white wall lay between Hardy and the bloody Barrow.

Hardy's pupils shrank, and his face was full of astonishment. As a ghost, could he actually attack him? !
"Bloodman Barrow, what did you do?" Hardy's expression immediately became serious.

Standing up the silver saber high up, the blood man Baro had an indifferent expression: "If you can defeat me, you will know."

Seeing the bloody Barrow attacking again with his sword, Hardy had to draw out his wand and hold it high and spin it.

A series of sharp red lights screamed in mid-air, gathering towards the blood man Baro from all directions.

The other party took advantage of his own ghost characteristics to swim and dodge in the big net intertwined with red awns like a swift.

"Please don't underestimate me, Professor Ollivander, I was also an outstanding student in the early days of Hogwarts."

Seeing that the opponent fought back and forth with him, Hardy's interest was quickly raised.

Dueling a ghost?
Hardy had never thought about it before.

Whoosh whoosh!
In the room, the sword collided with the spell, and sparks shot out continuously in mid-air.

Hardy removed the "British Wall", completely exposed himself to the opponent's attack range, and began to enjoy the fun of close combat.

The footsteps moved and moved quickly, and the crystal wand in Hardy's hand seemed to have also turned into a western saber.

"when", "when", "when"...

Bloodman Barrow and Hardy faced each other head-on, probing and attacking each other. The opponent's attack was quite sharp, like a poisonous snake, strange and tricky.

Hardy's eyes lit up. From the opponent's actions, he saw a way completely different from modern wizard duels.

Facing the spell cast by his wand, Bloodman Barrow can dodge it with a swift posture, and can also smash the spell with the swing, pick, chop, and slap of the saber.

"Is this what wizard duels really looked like 1000 years ago?" Hardy asked excitedly.

He felt that his understanding of wizard dueling had entered a whole new realm.

"The idea of ​​using only wands is too narrow," Hardy lamented viscerally.

Wizards thousands of years ago did not pay as much attention to wands as they do now. Godric Gryffindor is also a good hand with swords.

In addition, the other three founders of Hogwarts, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin, all have special weapons other than wands.

As time passed, Bloody Baron was horrified to discover that Hardy was imitating his sword swing.

"Impossible!" He yelled with his eyes wide open, and because of the momentary distraction, the saber in his hand was thrown away by the other party.

Putting his wand up in front of him, Hardy let out a deep breath, "Your Excellency Bloodman Barrow, you have lost."

In the office, the bloody Barrow looked at Hardy with a complicated expression. His throat rolled, and he said with difficulty: "Yes, you won. It completely exceeded my expectations. No wonder Helena chose you."

"Helena chose me?" Hardy was taken aback, "I don't quite understand what you mean by choice..."

Bloody Barrow immediately became agitated, "Are you humiliating me? Professor Ollivander, Helena left your room late at night."

"I saw her expression when she left. Do you still need to say what you have done?"

Seeing that the whole body of the bloody Barrow was trembling, Hardy immediately showed a surprised expression on his face, "Wait, what do you mean by your words? Could it be that you thought something happened to me and Helena..."

Taking a sharp breath, Hardy looked at the angry blood man Baro in surprise.

This is ridiculous!
Wizards and ghosts?
that kind of thing?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Hardy had to clarify his relationship with Helena with a serious expression, and why the other party left his office late at night.

"Ravenclaw's diadem?" When Baron the Bloody saw what was in Hardy's hand, his whole body seemed to be petrified, and he stood still in place.

Not long after, his whole body began to tremble violently, and his facial features began to twist.

"God, what did I say? I... this..."

"what--"

A shrill scream came from the mouth of the blood man Barrow, and he rushed out like crazy, and disappeared from Hardy's sight.

Hardy: "..."

gone?This is gone?Is this losing and wanting to play tricks?
"Oh my god, what stimulated the bloody Baro? He almost broke his head off!"

When Hardy walked out of the room, headless Nick patted his chest in shock.

In the next few days, Bloody Barrow seemed to go crazy, screaming and running around the entire Hogwarts castle.

Many teachers and students are deeply troubled.

When Professor Binns was teaching the History of Magic class to the first-year little wizards, he was frightened by the bloody Baron who rushed out suddenly, and almost turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated.

"What stimulated him?" Ron said, poking a pie with his fork excitedly as they ate lunch in the Great Hall.

Last night, when he was taking a shower in the bathroom, the bloody Baro suddenly screamed and rushed out of the wall, so frightened that he stepped on the soap with his foot and fell hard to the ground.

"My ass is still aching till now!" Ron puffed dissatisfiedly.

"Look, isn't this Weasley picking up soap?" Malfoy said in a drawn-out tone as he passed by with his lunch.

If Harry hadn't pulled him, Ron would have rushed up, "How did Malfoy know about this?" Harry asked.

Hermione curled her lips, "This morning, Ron has dragged no less than 20 people to complain about the bloody Barrow."

"Oh, goodbye, Weasley picking up soap." Surrounded by Goyle and Crabbe, Malfoy left with his head held high.

Ron was so angry that he bent the fork in his hand, "One day, I will expose Malfoy's scandal and let the whole school know!"

(End of this chapter)