I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 152 Bull, Grandpa!
The wooden door downstairs was broken into several pieces, scattered on the ground.

Two masked wizards in black robes first leaned sideways into the store and looked around, but saw no one.

They stretched out their hands and gestured backwards, and a few wizards with the same majority followed behind them, well-trained to protect each other, and walked into the shop cautiously.

Wearing an invisibility cloak, Ian hid in the dark at the corner of the stairs. He poked his head out and saw this scene, and opened his mouth and muttered softly, "I dare to break into my shop, I can't kill you!"

Two small holes were silently exposed at the bottom of the walls on the left and right sides of the shop, and black venomous snakes kept crawling out of them.

If John sees it, he will feel very familiar. These little snakes are exactly the same as the treasures he once opened out of the box.

At this time, the ground also gradually changed.

A wizard's foot stepped on the ground, and when he tried to lift it up again, he found that his foot could no longer move.

It was as if there were claws protruding from the ground, entangled him tightly.

The wizard glanced back, asking for help.

But before the others had time to react, a black flame surged from the ground and quickly enveloped the wizard's whole body.

He opened his mouth, and before he could utter a moan, he was quickly burnt into a pile of dust, and fell to the ground, turning into a small raised bag.

"How?" Ian raised his eyebrows triumphantly at John, and said in a low voice, "This is still an appetizer. If they dare to move forward, there will be even bigger surprises waiting for them."

"Cow, grandpa!" John gave a thumbs up and rubbed Ian's shoulder, "What is this kind of magic pattern? Why didn't I see it in the notes you gave me?"

Ian enjoyed John's massage, and said with a relaxed face: "These are the real core of the inheritance of the magic patterns in our family. I will teach you after you have mastered those simple magic patterns, eh? You continue to press Ah! I’m not saying I won’t teach you, you now.”

"No, grandpa, those things of yours seem to be useless."

John took Ian's head with both hands and turned it forward.

I saw a wizard take out a yellowish, slightly tattered white canvas from his arms.

The wizard unfolded the canvas, and in the middle was an old man in a strange costume with his upper body naked.

As soon as he saw the light, he roared at the top of his lungs.

It's a pity that he doesn't seem to be British, and John didn't understand a word in his mouth.

The wizard ignored the old man. He bent down and placed the canvas on the floor, resting his wand on it and chanting a few spells.

The canvas gradually expanded, quickly spread in all directions, and covered the entire room in the blink of an eye.

The little snakes swimming out of the hole were already close to the wizards, but what smell seemed to emanate from the canvas confused them.

Little snakes frantically flocked to the old man on the canvas, biting the old man's arm one after another, turning into clouds of smoke.

And when those wizards went further, the magic lines on the ground seemed to lose their effectiveness, and they were unharmed.

Only the old man's wailing echoed throughout the room, as if he had taken all the damage for others.

Ian pulled his beard and gritted his teeth: "I didn't expect them to bring this thing, and I'm not afraid that I will destroy it."

"What's this?" John asked.

"There used to be an old bastard named Igna Platt in the Pratt family, and he had a little conflict with a wizard in Africa." Ian explained, "Igna felt that he couldn't swallow that breath, so he quietly took that The wizard was imprisoned, and after decades of research, Igna stuffed the wizard into the painting in some way, trying to torture him life after life."

"But I didn't expect to have a wonderful effect. If the canvas is spread on the ground, it can attract external damage to the wizard on the painting until the canvas is broken."

"Then aren't we in trouble now? Should we retreat? Or notify others?" John asked.

And what is puzzling is that the wizard below has already caused such a big commotion.

No matter how soundly Mrs. Mojin and the others slept, they should have noticed it!

But now they seem to be in another world, and there is no movement at all.

shouldn't
John was still ready to speak.

Ian waved his hand: "Don't worry, it's still early, although the canvas is really good, but it's just good, just look at it."

The few wizards stepped on the ground covered with canvases, watching and moving forward with howling.

When the two wizards passed by the shelf, their eyes suddenly fluctuated, and they gradually became dull, and their walking movements became a little stiff.

Then a wizard patted one of them on the shoulder, as if asking what was wrong with them.

But his slapping did not wait for an answer, instead it seemed that he violated some mechanism.

The eyes of the two wizards standing by the shelf showed panic expressions: "There are people, there are many people, there is an ambush!"

"Where is it?" The rest of the wizards clenched their wands and quickly found the hiding place, but they almost stared out, and they didn't find a single living thing in this gloomy shop.

"Lack, Dot, where is he?" a wizard hiding next to the cabinet growled in a low voice.

"There, there!" Lak and Dot turned around at the same time, and quickly raised their wands, "Adawa ate a big melon!"

A dazzling green light instantly enveloped the entire room, a terrifying aura spread, and the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.

"Damn it!" The wizard hiding next to the cabinet quickly dodged, and the killing curse hit the canvas.

The old man opened his mouth wide and let out a deafening wail, then lowered his head weakly, as if he had been drained of energy, and some cracks appeared on his body.

But the wizard Dort attacked was not so lucky. Before he understood what was going on, he saw a green light flying in front of him and took his life.

The canvas can only attract harmful spells from outside, it cannot block phantom spells, nor can it block the spells issued by the person standing on the canvas.

"Kill them!"

The person standing behind several wizards seemed to be the leader. Seeing Dot and Lark raised their wands again, he immediately ordered.

The other wizards hesitated for a moment, and killed the two before they could cast the Killing Curse again.

"Get out." The leader behind ordered.

Several wizards immediately retreated to the outside of the store in a hurry. After the few things they discovered earlier, they were full of fear for this store, and they had no idea of ​​moving forward.

"I said a long time ago that this is my territory, these little guys want to break into it is simply beyond their control."

Ian straightened his clothes and hair like an old British gentleman, and said proudly.

Before John agreed, Ian suddenly changed his expression and grabbed his arm.

"Come on!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll explain to you later."

Ian dragged John and ran towards his bedroom at high speed.

(End of this chapter)