some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 93 Battle breaks out
William wanted to take Qiu, Cedric, and the twin brothers to see the world. It was definitely a great achievement for them to capture Tywin, and it was still at the level of the magic world!
But Tywin is an adult wizard, he has three time converters in his hand, and Avada Kedavra will kill him if he makes a move.

William has gone through a time loop, trained with Professor Flitwick for two years, and is absolutely sure to catch Tywin. It's hard to say that Cedric and the others are here.

William didn't want them to be in danger either, so he had to go alone for safety reasons.

Stepping out of the common room, William glanced at the door knocker, which was a bronze eagle knocker.

He couldn't help but stop and touched the door knocker, wondering if he would have a chance to enter the time loop in the future.

Robert stared at William closely, as if William touched the ring to defile his "wife".

Robert didn't even have girlfriends, but he had many wives, either door knockers or paper men.

If Robert knew that William had been playing with his "wife" for two years, he didn't know what his expression would be.

William didn't care about Robert either. The two years had honed his temper a lot.

He turned and left without looking at the door knocker. He hadn't walked out of the corridor when he suddenly felt something cold in his hand.

William looked down and was startled suddenly. The ring that he had carried with him for two years and never took off was lying quietly in his palm.

He couldn't help grinning, but instead of putting the ring on, he put it in his pocket.

He can't just leave the time loop and go back!Then he and the ring, one of them will go crazy first.

William was going to go back and find a chain, string the rings together, hang them around his neck, and find another opportunity to abduct the rings and make them his own, just like what Ravenclaw did in Egypt back then!

After all, we are from Ravenclaw College, can we lose our traditional arts?
When William was about to walk out of the corridor, there was an unbelievable roar in the distance!

The door knocker disappeared under Robert's nose, and he was lying on the ground looking frantically.

But the real murderer has already speeded up and came straight to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

It was only ten past seven, and there was no way Tywin had used the Time-Turner.

William took out a book on Defense Against the Dark Arts, hid his wand in the long sleeve of his left hand, and with a harmless smile on his face, he knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, the sound of turning the doorknob came. Professor Tywin poked his head out cautiously. After seeing William at the door, he smiled again.

"William, why did you come to see me so early in the morning?"

"Professor, I have a spell that I don't know, and I want to ask you for advice."

"Today is the Quidditch final..." Tywin hesitated.

"It's very fast. There are only a few problems. If you solve them in 10 minutes, you can still catch up with the game."

"Um... what spell?"

"Flying Curse."

"But I remember it was fourth grade..."

"That's right, professor, but you know," William blinked, "I'm very talented in magic spells, and I'm progressing very fast, but sometimes I can't find my homework, so I really need flying spells..."

"That must have been taken by your classmates, and they also need a perfect answer." Tywin laughed, "Come on, kid."

"Thank you." William walked in with a smile on his face.

After William walked in, he put the books on the table and pretended to listen carefully.

Tywin also relaxed and explained seriously.

Five minutes later, Tywin said with emotion: "William, your talent is really high, I just said it once, and you will be able to display it successfully.

The knowledge in books will definitely not satisfy you. Have you ever thought about learning some special magic. "

"Special magic?" William had a puzzled expression on his face.

"It's those powerful magics." Tywin bewitched. "You know, the spells in textbooks are sometimes lacking when dealing with dark wizards or dark magic creatures."

Tywin's intentions are obvious. He is recruiting a child with outstanding talent, trying to let him learn black magic, and then affect his body and mind, just like what Voldemort did back then.

"Any recommendations, Professor? I'm just a Muggle-born first-year student, and in some respects, I don't know much about it."

William tried to look pleased and interested.

"Of course, I have some notes of my own here, take them back and have a look." Tywin turned around and looked for them on his bookshelf.

In William's voluminous robes, his left hand clenched his wand tightly.

William has shown many times that he is right-handed, but it doesn't mean he can't cast magic with his left hand. This is still learned from Professor Flitwick.

"Dizzy!" William suddenly raised his wand, and shot at Tai Wen unexpectedly.

But earlier, the looking glass placed on the bookshelf suddenly turned.On the corner of the bookshelf, there is still a golden spy, it is buzzing and trembling...

boom!
Shooting faintly on the bookshelf, the powerful spell caused the bookshelf to break in half.

Thanks to the reminders from the looking glass and the secret detector, Tywin lowered his head and narrowly escaped a blow.

But the heavy bookshelf hit his back, and he let out a scream, and rolled to one side. At the same time, enduring the severe pain, he pulled out his ebony wand from the robe.

"The flame burst!"

William moved half a step to the right, quickly dodging the spell, the flame smashed through the wooden door and shot into the corridor, and soon there was an explosion, and the corridor burned.

The explosion attracted countless glances. Many students had already come to the Quidditch field, and they were all staring at Hogwarts Castle.

"Wow, is this a Hollywood blockbuster?" A little Muggle-born wizard exclaimed.

Professor McGonagall jumped up, snatched the microphone from Lee Jordan, and said sternly: "Everyone stay where they are, I'll deal with it!"

She jumped off the high platform again, rushed to Wood who was closest to her, kicked the dazed boy off the broomstick, and rode on the broomstick to fly towards the exploding castle. Her vigorous demeanor was even more Fred than George.

She roared in her heart: "Hurry up, why is this broken broom so slow, the academy should replace it with the latest Nimbus 2000!"

At this point, the battle in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office continued.

William flicked his wand, and the scattered books on the ground turned into spears, gathering towards Tywin.

The physique of a wizard is no different from that of ordinary people.

Tywin, who was hit by the bookshelf, was injured on his back and couldn't move, so he could only shout quickly: "Armor protection!"

With a wave of William's arm, the wizard's robe fluttered violently, dragging all the flames in the corridor.

The flames condensed and turned into the appearance of Fox, rushing straight over.

The fire phoenix leans like a bridge.

"Frost is coming." Tywin held the wand and pointed it down, aiming at the ground, with him as the center, a stream of frost spread out.

The fire phoenix turned into an ice sculpture, white frost covered the office, the temperature dropped suddenly, and even the water in the cup turned into a lump of ice.

The frost continued to hit William's feet.

"Fuchsia." William threw out the spell.

He spun his body, dodging the frost in time, and stood upside down on the ceiling, his feet firmly planted.

"The flames of rage!" The phoenix that had turned into an ice sculpture opened its mouth and spit out a flame.

The office was cold at first, and then scorching hot in an instant.

Tywin was horrified. William's strength was definitely not as simple as that of a young wizard. Many adult wizards did not have this kind of proficient fighting skills!
Tywin only felt more and more pain in his back. He resisted the pain and roared angrily, "Torn apart!"

The flames exploded, then condensed, turning into countless smaller fire eagles, speeding up and rushing straight towards him.

Tywin gritted his teeth and wanted to move, but he couldn't break through the cage formed by the spikes.

"Disarm you!" Tywin yelled—but he wasn't the only one.

William raised his wand.

There was an explosion, shaking the bookshelf to pieces again, and Tywin rose from the ground, the spikes pierced his back, and then hit the wall again, a thread of blood oozing from under his hair.

He passed out directly.

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(Recommendation tickets, everyone, Chapter 2 is in the afternoon, on the train, and going home for the holiday.)
(End of this chapter)