Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 169 Return to Hogwarts
"a?"

Hearing the voice of the wizard shrouded in white light, Hardy had a surprised expression on his face.

He was now absolutely sure that the other party was the person he had asked Charlie Daniels about in the Gaslon Museum.

"Passed out!"

Behind the burning house, Braden walked around in disgrace. He raised his wand and swung it hard at Anthony.

Snapped!
The stun spell was dissipated, and a flame hit Brayden's chest, which immediately set his dark blue tie on fire.

"Oh, damn it!" he yelled, stripping off his clothes, and several more flashes of fire fell from the sky, sending him and the rest of the Aurors back.

"I have never seen such a powerful wizard!"

An Auror screamed in the flames.

"Stand back, this guy is extremely good at fire magic, be careful not to get burned!"

"Has the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic arrived yet?"

Apparating to avoid the dragon's swoop, Hardy emerged beneath a stout oak tree.

He didn't answer Anthony's question, he was marveling at the strength of the opponent's wand in his heart.

But at the same time, he was silently counting the time in his heart.

7 minutes.

Seven minutes have passed since the opponent launched an attack.

To be precise, it should be seven minutes and 26 seconds.

According to Hardy's guess, such powerful flame magic must require a huge amount of magic power to supply.

He didn't think that the huge fire dragon hovering above his head could exist beyond the time limit.

"I'm curious... How long can you last with such a powerful fire magic?"

Anthony's calm and confident face became serious because of Hardy's sudden question.

His eagle-like eyes were fixed on the handsome young man in front of him.

"Hinunu!"

As he raised his arm, the flame wand in his hand began to shake violently, and the giant dragon in the sky swooped down restlessly, and a breath with thick arms came surging.

The dry grass was instantly engulfed by the flames, and the blazing flames slammed into the silver-white light curtain of the British city wall.

"squeaky..."

Facing the scorching heat, the silver-white light curtain in front of Hardy actually began to thin out.

As Anthony controlled the fire dragon to increase the flame breath, holes were burned out one after another at the edge of the light curtain.

Hardy used the city wall of Britain as a shield to resist the fire dragon's breath and killing. The special bullets broke through the heavy fire walls and punched several big holes in the fire dragon.

With a sound of "bang", a bullet finally pierced Fire Dragon's body and flew out by rubbing Anthony's right arm. The scalding blood immediately stained his white shirt red.

Anthony covered his wound and took a few steps back. When he heard the Aurors calling for support in the distance, he had to move his wand, causing the fire dragon to collapse into a wave of fire.

He raised his magic wand to attract the clear water in the pond to protect himself, and the Bismarck stabbing technique played a role in Hardy's hands again.

The wand turned into a gleaming saber and stabbed sharply.

Anthony's right leg was punctured, and he cursed angrily, and then, using the cover of the fire wave, he disapparated and hurried away.

"That guy escaped!" Braden yelled angrily, but soon, a huge wave of fire burned his hair.

With a "snap", after resisting the impact of the fire wave for the other Aurors, the British city wall on Hardy's fingers was completely shattered in two.

This alchemy product finally fulfilled its mission in this attack.

More Aurors finally arrived, and the wounded were given potions and taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds and Wounds.

More than a dozen Aurors cast "clear water like a spring" at the same time, trying to control the spreading fire.

Several Muggles passing by witnessed this scene, and then they were obliviously cast, and woke up in a daze next to the garbage can in the town.

……

Inside St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illness, a lady with golden wavy curls was wearing a white coat, treating a small injury on Hardy's arm.

On the bed next door, Brayden, who was mummified, was moaning in pain.

His jaw, hair, and back all suffered varying degrees of burns, and his teeth tap-dancing as the mint-green cold potion applied to him.

"Oh--"

On the other side of several hospital beds, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore hurried over.

"My God, who would have thought that such a thing would happen just after we left?" Professor McGonagall gently wiped the mist from the corner of his eyes.

"The attacker was far more difficult than we imagined," Braden lay on the bed, waving his arms, "but we still repelled him, thanks to our Professor Ollivander."

"He saved everyone. I think he deserves the Order of Merlin, Second Class!"

"Aha, great idea!"

Outside the ward, other people came over with a raised voice.

A pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat. It was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

"I thank you on behalf of all the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge enthusiastically shook Hardy's hand.

At the same time, several reporters from the "Daily Prophet" squeezed over with their magic cameras in their hands. They quickly turned on the flash to take pictures, and then left contentedly.

"Maybe we should be glad that the person who came was not Rita Skeeter." Dumbledore winked at Hardy, "Otherwise, you will have to prepare at least two hours of personal interviews."

Hardy shrugged helplessly.

Maybe tomorrow morning, he'll see himself on the front page of the Daily Prophet again.

"I hope there are no outrageous reports." Hardy prayed silently in his heart.

"I want to know, everyone here, do you know more about the organization of the Illuminati?" Fudge stood in the middle of the hospital bed, looking at Dumbledore and Hardy.

After not getting the answer he wanted, Fudge said with some disappointment, "It's a pity, our Ministry of Magic currently doesn't have any information about this organization, maybe it's a new force that just emerged in recent years."

"But everyone can rest assured that I will personally direct and arrange the next investigation. Maybe Scrimgeour is not good enough to handle this situation."

After Fudge left boastfully, everyone talked for a long time in front of the hospital bed.

Because Hardy's injury was not serious, at nine o'clock in the evening, he followed Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, left St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, and returned to Hogwarts.

There are no students on the campus, and there are dementors wandering and prowling everywhere.

Their gloomy faces were almost stuck to the glass of the castle window.

"This group of guys are becoming more and more unscrupulous. If the children hadn't left school, I would have driven them away!"

Professor McGonagall used the Patronus Charm to repel the two dementors hovering at the gate of the castle, complaining in his mouth.

"Professor Ollivander!" As soon as the oak door was pushed open, Harry Potter ran over eagerly, and Hagrid was standing in the distance waving his big hand.

"Hey, Principal, Professor McGonagall, I didn't say it on purpose, it was an accident, it was an accident!"

(End of this chapter)