Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 164 The Guardian Spell
Hardy's tone was understated, as if mastering "casting spells without a wand" is as simple and natural as waking up to a cup of black coffee in the morning.

But at this moment, Brayden has completely opened his mouth.

Wandless Casting!

May I ask how many people in the entire British wizarding world can do it?

At least among the current British Aurors, Braden has never heard of anyone with this ability.

"Maybe only Dumbledore." He secretly thought in his heart that Fudge had privately lamented the power of the Hogwarts headmaster more than once.

A minute later, Braden pursed his lips, frowned and shrugged, "Hey man, I gotta be honest—"

He looked helplessly at Hardy's angular face, "Being your friend is really hard work."

"Don't say that," Hardy patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Objectively speaking, the effect of casting spells without a wand is quite limited, and the wand is still the reliance we rely on to become stronger."

"Okay, okay, I hope what you say is true."

The fact that Hardy has mastered casting spells without a wand has given Braden a big blow, and he is now like a shriveled pickled cucumber.

"My confusion spell is about to expire. After this auction is over, I will secretly follow you," he warned Braden with a serious face, "Be careful of your troubles."

With a loud announcement, the emerald crown on the booth fell into the hands of a guest, and everyone around him applauded to congratulate him.

"I have to say sorry to you," Charlie shook his head when he saw Hardy come back, "That crown seems a bit unusual, but I couldn't get a photo of it."

Hardy turned his head and glanced, and said lazily: "It's nothing, my friend, I have seen all the collections in this auction in advance, and there is nothing worth my shot."

"You've seen them all? Oh, yeah, I should have thought of that," Charlie said with a wry smile on his face, before closing his mouth and saying nothing more.

Hardy looked at the other party curiously, thinking that the other party should still be distressed that his collection will soon fall into his hands.

The one-and-a-half-hour auction ended successfully, and the satisfied guests stepped out of the gate of the museum one by one with their harvest.

There was an extra necklace in Charlie's hand. It was said that it was a treasure of a Russian emperor. On the inside of the necklace, small words were densely engraved.

He thought it was quite valuable, perhaps it contained the unknown secrets of the Russian imperial family.

When he was about to leave the Gaslon Museum, a thin white-haired old man in a straight suit passed by Hardy.

"Who is he?" Hardy whispered to Charlie beside him after the other party left.

"Who? Oh, you mean Anthony?" Charlie obviously knew something about the thin, white-haired old man. "He is an old friend of Barton, and he runs the largest private library in the UK."

"He is a frequent visitor here. It is said that part of the collection of the Gaslon Museum came from him, but this is just a rumor. You know, he is only interested in various publications that make money."

Charlie put on his reading glasses, looked down at the necklace in his hand, and raised his head in confusion, "Is there any problem?"

"No, it's nothing." Hardy stared at Anthony's back, then looked at Charlie, "I'll be back later today, it's a private matter."

After bidding farewell to Charlie, Hardy casually walked across a load-bearing column in the Gasland Museum, put a disillusionment spell on himself and disappeared.

He took the crystal wand out of the finger box, then raised it high, shaking it clockwise in a circle.

Accompanied by a slight sound of "stabbing", blue and white arcs flickered, and a flying insect with wings shining with lightning appeared in midair.

This is Hardy's patron saint.

No, to be precise, the flying insect in front of him should be one of Hardy's patron saints.

"Go, maybe you can overhear some useful news." Hardy waved his wand, causing the flying insects in front of him to quickly fly towards Anthony.

Thunderstorms, a mysterious swarm of insects that exist in Norse mythology.

It looks like a bee, with electric wings, and likes to live in groups. It is a means used by the Norse gods to punish humans.

When hundreds of thunderstorm insects gather together, it is enough to set off a huge thunderstorm. A city of Manchester's level may be turned into ruins in an instant.

With Hardy's current ability, he can barely summon more than 70 thunderstorm worms, and the attack power is quite impressive, which is considered an exception among the wizards' many patron saints——

Not a single but a gregarious individual.

This is also what he discovered and harvested in an ancient elf ruins.

"I was just a Muggle when we first met, but there were some magical fluctuations when we left," Hardy recalled his impression of Anthony.

Could it be that the other party is an illegal wizard who has mastered magic silence?
Illegal wizards are just a derogatory term given to this group by the British Ministry of Magic.

According to what Hardy learned from reading in the Hogwarts library, there is a more romantic name for this group of wizards who are completely independent of the official magic institutions of various countries around the world.

Wandering wizard.

Just when Anthony passed by him, Hardy keenly felt a very dangerous feeling from the other party.

The opponent's own strength may be comparable to Braden's, but it just gave Hardy an extremely dangerous feeling.

This is rather odd.

"I hope the thunderstorm can overhear something on him."

After the guests left one after another, the entire museum gradually became quiet, and a thick layer of mist rose, bringing a touch of eerieness to the night.

Braden, who was acting as a waiter, cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself, and then walked carefully and vigilantly searched in the Gathron Museum.

He insisted that his missing fellow Aurors were hiding here, so he kept waving his wand and unlocking room after room with unlocking spells.

But an hour later, he came out with a disappointed expression on his face, standing by the bubbling fountain in bewilderment.

"Cunning guy!" He scolded in a low voice, "I even searched under that guy's bed, but still nothing."

He looked left and right, and the surroundings were quiet, only the hazy streetlights spreading white halos along both sides of the road.

"Maybe Hardy was mistaken, and there was no attack at all," he couldn't help thinking to himself, undoing the waiter's clothes as he walked through the bushes.

The effect of the compound decoction wore off, and his face and body began to swell irregularly, and then gradually returned to their original shape.

A black car of the Ministry of Magic was parked secretly in a forest, "Today is another busy day."

Braden sighed heavily, just when he reached out to grab the door handle of the car, the black handle immediately turned into a shiny black python wrapped around his body.

"Passed out!"

The hairs all over his body stood on end immediately, and a powerful crisis caused him to immediately raise his wand and shoot a white light.

With a "bang", the python in front of him threw Braden out forcefully, and he hit a tree heavily, feeling a burning pain in his back.

"His-"

Shaking his head vigorously, the shiny black python opened its fangs and rushed towards Brad again.

At the same time, the four tires of the black car also popped out, and after rolling a few laps on the ground, they turned into four black wolves, howling desolately.

(End of this chapter)