I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 83 You are too short-lived!

From time to time, there was a cracking sound in the dense forest, and the dry branches could not bear the weight of the snow, and they broke and fell to the ground with snowflakes.

The ground is slippery and muddy, and you must be careful when walking on it, otherwise your ass will give the earth a hard kiss.

But fortunately, under the leadership of Cowardly Yaya, John and the others went very smoothly along the way.

Not only did I not encounter any ferocious animals, but I also found many medicinal materials unique to winter, which is considered to have completed a small goal.

"John." Fred patted John on the shoulder, and after he looked over, he pointed his finger upwards, "What do you think is that?"

John narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction Fred pointed.

The thick branches and leaves are covered with white snow, and there are small bumps protruding from them at intervals, which looks very weird.

"I don't know too well." John looked back.

George found a stone from the ground, held it in his hand and threw it: "Really, don't you know if you knock off the snow!"

"Let's not, what if there is danger?" John refused, feeling a little uneasy.

"It's okay." Fred glanced at Fangya, and waved his hand confidently, "You see Fangya is not afraid, which proves that there is no danger in that thing!"

As if cooperating with Fred, Yaya stuck out her tongue obediently.

John thought about it, too, they can definitely deal with animals that Fang Fang is not afraid of

So he stopped blocking George.

George squinted his eyes to measure the distance, and threw the stone in his hand vigorously.

The stone made a beautiful arc in the air and hit one of the snowdrifts.

"Beautiful!" Fred exclaimed, throwing up his hands.

George didn't bother to wipe off the stains on his hands: "I'm the best batsman at Hogwarts."

"That thing seems to be coming out." John looked up with interest.

The creature wrapped in the snowdrift was awakened, and twisted its body to shake off the snow on its body.

A human-like animal blinked its eyes in confusion. Its skin was iron blue and it was about twenty centimeters tall. It opened its mouth with jagged teeth.

"What?" Fred said disappointedly, "It turned out to be an elf."

"Elf?" John asked in surprise, "Isn't that something unique to Cornwall?"

"Who knows." George shrugged, "Hagrid always likes to send some weird creatures into the Forbidden Forest, and I wouldn't be surprised if a few fire dragons fly out of the Forbidden Forest one day, okay, let's go, little Elves are naughty eggs."

Well, that was indeed Hagrid's style.

John was about to leave with Fred, but when he turned around, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

That snowball is an elf, and the others on the branch?

John thought of the big bag full of trees, and his scalp felt a little numb.

"Brothers." John called to the two people in front of him.

"what happened?"

"you"

Just as John was about to explain, there was a shrill chirp behind him.

The snow on the tree fell rustlingly, and one after another iron-blue elves stood on the branches, blinking their round eyes, excitedly looking at John and the others under the tree.

That's fine, there's no need to explain, John quickly caught up with Fang Fang, who had sprung out the moment the snow fell.

"Run!"

Fred and George looked at the countless eyes on the tree, and suddenly they were all excited, and hurriedly followed John.

If there are only a dozen or twenty of them, the three of them can easily handle them, and even take a break in the middle to chat about homework.

But now there are more than a few dozen, it is estimated that there are hundreds of them!
Even a few senior students who passed the Ultimate Wizarding Examination would still have to kneel down!

What was Hagrid thinking?

How could the Cornish rascals be allowed to thrive in the Forbidden Forest?

Isn't this seriously destroying the ecology of the Forbidden Forest!

Must be condemned!
While running fast, John swung his wand quickly.

The snow on the ground or on the trees gathered into snowballs and smashed hard to the rear.

This was an exclusive secret technique he had developed during snowball fights with Fred, George, and Harry. At one point, they ran away with their heads in their arms, begging for mercy.

But because it was born for snowball fights, it is not very powerful.

The little elf was attacked by the snowball, but his body swayed a bit, and then quickly followed the large army.

And the faces of the elves who were attacked showed joyful expressions, chirping excitedly.

It's just a vivid shaking M.

"John, give us that spell of yours, and together we should be able to repel them!"

Fred's eyes lit up, and he said hastily.

Snowball impact is regarded by John as a secret technique at the bottom of the box, and they have been begging for a long time but have not been able to learn it.

Now is the last chance!

If they learn it, the next time they have a snowball fight, it will be John who runs away!
John saw through Fred's small thoughts, and immediately refused: "No need, I can do it alone!"

He was running ahead of Fred and George now anyway, and it was the two of them who wanted to be tortured.

And although elves like to play tricks, they generally don't hurt people.

At most, it just grabs your ears, hangs you on the branches, and sways with the wind.

If the two of them were caught, at worst he would go to Hagrid to rescue them later.

But if he rescued the Snowball Blast, he could meet his own tragic end.

In the next big battle, there will definitely be a tall snowman on the Hogwarts lawn for people to visit!

"You can't do it alone, they have already caught up!" George quickened his pace and shouted loudly.

John glanced back, and the elves were indeed getting closer and closer. They were like iron-blue waves, tireless.

John took a deep breath, arousing all the magic power in his body, and the wand moved the surrounding snow.

In the blink of an eye, all the snow on the ground and trees flew into the air, condensed into snowballs, and rushed towards the elf like Gatling strafing.

The livid tide was suppressed by brute force.

John put away his wand handsomely, and said lightly: "Who said I can't do it?"

Fred and George watched this scene in astonishment. Is this what a first-year freshman should do?
It's just that when they were about to speak, they suddenly saw John running away in embarrassment in front of them.

They looked back, and the elves flew up again, more excitedly.

Fred yelled loudly, "John, come again!"

John replied: "It can't be done, it's really useless now, I have to rest for a while!"

"You don't last too long!" George said dissatisfied.

"Please, no matter how strong a cow is, it cannot withstand high-intensity consumption!"

"Then you hand over the snowball impact to us!"

"I would rather die!"

As soon as John finished speaking, he suddenly saw an arrow with an iron tip shooting straight at him.

Such a coincidence?
John hurriedly tilted his head to avoid it, and the arrow passed by his ear.

He could clearly hear the sonic boom of the arrow piercing the air.

Fortunately, I am fast enough!

John heaved a long sigh of relief, this was the first time he felt the benefits of being fast.

"What are you moving about?"

There was a loud shout from ahead.

John froze.

What's wrong?

Do I still have to stand still and catch your arrow?

　ask for a ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)