Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 186 Magically Modified Golden Snitch

Far away from the skies of downtown London, Brayden drove the flying car, muttering, "Relax, relax, you have to be calm at this time."

A green flame as thick as an arm flew out of the car roof and burst in front.

"Oh, Merlin, can't you go faster, you bloody iron bastard?" he growled.

Hermione put her head in her hands, "I've seen it, I must have seen the record about the Kodiak green dragon somewhere."

Hadi's wand beside him was waving, constantly resisting the culling and flames of the green dragon, and there was a bright light flickering in the midair.

"Hagrid gave me "Dragon Habitats and Habits"!" Hermione remembered, and said, "I read it in my first grade."

"Any good ideas, Miss Granger?" Braden controlled the flying car to avoid the tall trees.

The huge shadow began to cover the windshield again.

Scarred by Hardy's spell, the green dragon roared and rose quickly, continuing to look down at the tin box below.

The sound of howling wind continuously poured in along the cracks in the iron sheet, making a strange humming sound, piercing the eardrums.

"Music! By the way—"

Hermione had an excited expression on her face, "The hilarious music can calm down the restless Kodiak green dragon, and even fall into a deep sleep!"

Braden looked bitter, "Oh, that's a great idea, but where do we get the music now?"

"Shall I lean up to its sticky nostrils and sing a few words?"

Hermione pursed her lips: "Thank you, Mr. Smith, your joke is really... great."

After roaring, the green dragon swooped down again breathing out flames, and Braden and Hermione screamed at the same time.

The huge dragon's body and wings were combined together, coming like a javelin at lightning speed.

Under this level of impact, the flying car will definitely be broken into countless pieces.

"Hardy!" Braden yelled strangely.

A dazzling blue light spread from the back seat of the flying car. When Hardy held his wand and spun in mid-air, the tip of his wand began to flash with blue and white light.

The surface of the wand, which was originally covered by ravines, began to flow out jumping arcs. From a distance, Hardy seemed to be holding lightning.

"Electric light rumbling!"

Blue-white lightning the size of a car tire burst out from the slender wand tip.

The huge recoil caused the top cover of the flying car to pop open, turning into a convertible car.

midair.

The green dragon's javelin-like thick body collided fiercely with Hardy's spell released from magic.

The huge air wave spread violently like ripples, and the sycamore trees in the outer suburbs swayed left and right, making a crackling sound.

With a bang, the flying car that was almost out of control slanted into the dense cornfield, leaving a wide drag mark.

Braden's forehead was bleeding from the rough landing, and Hermione's arm was scraped, but fortunately no more injuries were sustained.

After taking a look at the situation of the two, Hardy jumped out of the flying car, raising his wand high.

Crackling!

Two arcs exploded on the green dragon's wings, splashing scalding blood.

The huge dragon's body also smashed into the cornfield, and its dragon skin was scorched black, giving off a burnt smell.

When it was struggling, Hardy snapped his fingers, and three golden shadows flew out from the finger box.

"Golden Snitch?!" Hermione helped Braden climb out of the flying car.

"I don't quite understand—" Brayden said.

The bright arc slowly subsided on Hardy's wand. Standing on the raised mound, he waved his wand gracefully like a conductor.

A noisy symphony rang out from the body of the thumping golden snitch. The overlapping sound waves formed a three-way attack, completely enveloping the green dragon.

"Whoa, whoa—"

"Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

"...gulu...gulu..."

"Hey! This big guy is actually a little sleepy!" Seeing the green dragon's head drooping, Braden yelled as he wiped the blood from his forehead.

Under the sound waves of the golden snitch, the seriously injured green dragon began to snore.

"Professor, how could the Golden Snitch..." Hermione didn't understand.

Relieved, Hardy retracted his wand and said, "Ah, quite a coincidence, Nearly Headless Nick commissioned me to make this for his next death anniversary party."

The sudden attack of the Kodiak green dragon left the flying cars of the Ministry of Magic in tatters.

"Someone doesn't want us to investigate the fire at the Silentore Library," said Hermione. "Why?"

"Miss Granger, each of us wants to know." Hardy put the modified version of the Golden Snitch back into the finger box.

Braden walked over dejectedly, "I have already notified the Dangerous Creatures Disposal Committee, and they will send someone over to deal with this big stupid dragon."

He kicked the green dragon angrily, but soon fell into the sticky saliva, "Damn, this is disgusting."

Braden stayed behind to meet the wizards from the Dangerous Creatures Committee, and Hardy took Hermione to the destination of the trip.

"Hopefully it pays off," said Hermione, standing in the alley opposite the Sirendo Library, "otherwise it won't be worth it."

Hardy waved his wand, cast the Disillusionment Charm on the two of them, and walked in through the main entrance.

There are not many Muggles in the library. Hermione looked at the brand-new bookshelves and murals, and pursed her lips: "This place is completely new, and all traces of the past are gone."

"Maybe we can go to the archives," Hardy suggested.

"Araho Cave is open!"

After the light flickered, the two pushed the door and walked into the musty room. Various materials were stacked together, forming a thick layer of dust.

"Miss Granger, would you like to help?" Hardy said.

"Of course," said Hermione.

Digging through a pile of dusty waste paper for useful information was harder than getting Hermione to finish an inch-thick dissertation.

The dust that suddenly shot up into the sky could always scare her enough, and it didn't get better until Hardy performed "Clean Up".

"Professor Ollivander," after half an hour of searching, Hermione pulled out the register that was about to fall apart.

Hardy waved his wand and conjured up a table and two chairs, "Let's see if there's anything of value on it."

"For example?" Hermione didn't understand. "Will the wizard who set fire write his visit on it?"

"Of course not," Hardy said, turning the register to the day the library caught fire, "but we might see something else."

His fingers tapped the open register, and Hermione screamed.

"This is Mrs. Pince's name!" She looked at the record in the night visitor registration column, her face full of disbelief.

Hardy showed a rewarding smile: "Ah, yes, it went smoother than I expected."

He said, "In addition to the few Muggles who were buried in the fire at that time, our dear Mrs. Pince also came here."

"It doesn't make sense," Hermione said after a short thought. "If Mrs. Pince is the wizard who set fire, she can't let her name be exposed to everyone like this."

"Maybe she wasn't the murderer," Hardy said.

The expression on Hermione's face became even more confused, "Then why didn't she tell the Ministry of Magic that some wizards used magic indiscriminately and killed several Muggles."

"Yeah, this is another new puzzle." Hardy judged, "There is indeed something that doesn't make sense."

"No one would intentionally leave their mark on a fire scene."

After coming out of the Sirendo Library, Hardy and Hermione saw Braden who had been late.

"Your complexion is not very good, Mr. Smith." Hermione saw that the other party's face was extremely pale.

Braden's lips trembled, "Ah, yes, it's not easy for anyone to be reprimanded by the Minister of Magic."

Braden got himself into serious trouble, racing a Kodiak Green Dragon in a flying car over downtown London, a complaint enough to warrant a two-inch review.

"It's not your fault!" Hermione said angrily, "They don't understand the truth at all!"

"I don't understand either—" He let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)