Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

In the middle of the arena, Rocky is in critical condition. In the next second, if he is hit by the arrow of the wind, he will be in danger of leaving the stage. On the other hand, Rocky is still calm at this time, stretching out his wand, and a strange syllable of "kinmiice" comes from From Loki's mouth, a huge wave of magic power spread out, and a burst of frost storm burst out. The shackles of wind on Loki's body were easily broken, and Loki walked out of it. The arrow of wind hit Loki's left arm and passed by. Pass.

Malfoy was frozen by the icy wind that swept across the dueling arena, and he was unable to move at this moment. Although he had the advantage of speed, he was still helpless in the face of such a huge range of interpretation.

"You? You've already been able to cast the Ice Ring Curse of Level 2 magic?" Malfoy had an unbelievable expression on his face. In less than a month, Loki has already mastered Level 2 magic?Not among them, he didn't know the difficulty of being promoted to fully master the second-level magic. Loki can actually use the second-level magic at this moment, which is simply impossible for Malfoy.

"Fortunately, just a few days ago, meditation broke through the magic apprentice stage, and now it has reached the official magician, so" Loki didn't have the slightest complacent look on his face, but looked at Malfoy with regret and said humbly.

"Forget it, I admit defeat, as a magic apprentice fighting against a magician, it's totally looking for abuse." Malfoy waved his hand while muttering, and walked out of the venue directly.

"Loki, your cultivation is progressing very quickly, but you must not focus on the speed of cultivation. Strength is of course the key, but the realm must also follow strength. A magician's comprehension and state of mind are the first priority, and his magic cultivation is second. Don't put the cart before the horse. That's good." Augustus was not surprised by Loki's speed. In other worlds, there are countless talented youngsters like Loki. There is never a shortage of geniuses. If you can really take that step, leap over the dragon gate Winning is rare.

Next came the duel between Malfoy and Lilian. There was no suspense. Malfoy lost to Lilian, who was already an intermediate magic apprentice. What's more, it was basically difficult for Malfoy to parry the fire magic that had always been mainly attacking. In the end, Losing the duel was a matter of course, but Malfoy seemed to find it difficult to accept losing to Lilian. When everyone walked out of the Room of Response, they all had gloomy expressions on their faces.

Word spread throughout the school Monday morning that Colin Creevey had been attacked and now lay dead in his hospital room.Suddenly, rumors were flying in the school, and everyone was suspicious.The first-year students are now always moving together in small groups, as if they are afraid that if they act alone, they will be attacked.

During this time, without telling the teacher, everyone chattered and exchanged amulets, exorcisms, and other gadgets for protecting themselves.The practice quickly spread across the school, and Neville Longbottom bought a large stinking onion, a pointed amethyst and a rotting salamander tail.It turns out the other Gryffindor boys tell him that he's not actually in danger: he's pure-blooded, so he won't be attacked.

"They started with Filch," said Nathan, his round face full of terror. "Everyone knows I'm pretty much a Squib."

Potions class was taught in a large dungeon.Thursday afternoon classes started as usual.Twenty cauldrons stood between wooden tables, on which stood copper scales and jars of ingredients.Snape walked back and forth through the smog, brusquely criticizing the work of the Gryffindors, while the Slytherins sniggered gleefully.Draco Malfoy, Snape's favorite student, kept rolling his goldfish eyes at Ron and Harry.Ron and Harry knew that if they fought an eye for an eye, they would be thrown into solitary confinement immediately, without even having time to shout "wronged". 'Harry's swelling potion was too runny, and he was preoccupied with more important things.He was waiting for a signal from Hermione, barely listening when Snape paused to laugh at his lackluster taste.Snape turned around, looking for trouble to bully Neville, and Hermione met Harry's gaze and nodded.Harry stooped quickly to hide behind his cauldron, pulled out a string of Fred's Falcons from his pocket, and tapped it quickly with his wand.Fireworks began to hiss, sparking in and out.Knowing he only had a few seconds, Harry straightened up, took aim, and hurled the sparkler.The sparkler fell right into Goyle's cauldron.

Augustus glanced at Harry suspiciously. What's the situation? They dared to make trouble in Snape's class. Could it be that they were planning something else to divert Snape's target? Harry's character, it's hard to imagine developing like George Fred, even with the guts of the twins, they wouldn't dare mess around in Snape's class.

Gore's soup exploded and poured it on the whole class.Everyone screamed and screamed under the attack of the splashing swelling potion.Malfoy's face was doused, his nose inflated like a balloon; Goyle staggered around with his hands over his eyes, eyes swollen as big as lunch plates.Snape was desperately trying to silence everyone and figure out what was going on.In the midst of this chaos, Harry saw Hermione slip quietly out of the classroom.

Augustus also noticed Hermione's departure. It seemed that the trio had started their adventurous plan again. Augustus pressed his forehead helplessly and began to heal Malfoy. On Malfoy, most of the burns on Malfoy's face and head disappeared in an instant.Malfoy nodded gratefully to Augustus, and then searched around ferociously, as if to find the murderer behind the scenes.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Snape roared, "All the students who were splashed by the potion, come to me to get the detumescence. When I find out who did it..." Harry suppressed a laugh, and half of the class All the classmates crowded towards Snape's desk in a mess, some had arms so swollen like mallets that they couldn't lift them, and some had mouths so swollen that they couldn't speak at all.That's when Harry saw Hermione slipping back into the dungeon again, her dress bulging at the front.When everyone drank the antidote and all kinds of arsenic distension subsided, Snape walked quickly to Goyle's cauldron and spooned out the twisted black pyrotechnic ashes, and there was a sudden silence in the classroom. "Once I find out who threw it," Snape said under his breath, "I'm going to fire that man." Harry tried hard to get a confused look on his face.Snape was staring at him, and thankfully the bell rang ten minutes later.

Augustus looked at the trio who left in a hurry with a smile on his face. They were lucky that Snape didn't get to the bottom of it. Adventure and passion always go hand in hand. I don't know what weird secret this time action.