Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 365 Black's Christmas Present
"All petrochemical!"

"There are many obstacles!"

"Fractured!"

MacGuffin and Harry came and went, colorful lights and sounds shot from the tip of the wand.

The passage under the ice wall was extremely muddy due to the previous fire and water confrontation.

The spell exploded everywhere, splashing mud and water.

Their robes were stained,
"Except your weapons!"

Finally... After a red light, McGuffin's wand whirled and was knocked to the other side.

But before a smile appeared on Harry's face, McGuffin got up from the ground, and with a wave of his hand, the wand flew back into his hand.

Harry paused, this was not what he and Hermione Ron expected.

However, this slight gap finally allowed McGuffin to escape from Harry's spellcasting rhythm.

"Armor protection!"

"Stop the curse!"

After taking a breath, McGuffin finally started his spellcasting rhythm.

He first cast a series of protective spells on himself, and then lifted the spell that prevented Harry from casting it again.

"The front teeth competition is great!"

"Flying flocks of birds!"

"Stop the curse!"

"Fuchsia!"

"Universal Cure"

McGuffin flicked his wand between the breaks, hanging Harry upside down and throwing him to the side.

Charlie Weasley looked at all this, sighed, turned to Hagrid and said, "Do you want to stop Harry? It seems that he has no chance of winning. At the beginning, his approach was very good, completely occupying the rhythm of casting spells, so that McGuffin could only deal with it in a hurry."

"It's a pity that McGuffin has regained control of his spellcasting rhythm, and this little wizard's mastery of spells in terms of depth, breadth, and spellcasting skills seem to be stronger than Harry... already at the level of some adult wizards."

"Wait! Let Harry admit defeat now, he will not be able to accept it, not to mention how I don't know what rhythm is needed to cast a spell!"

Charlie froze for a moment, and immediately realized that he was wasting his words.

According to Hagrid's approach, he would have rushed up to punch the opponent, and most wizards would not be able to use the correct spells when they saw this huge monster rushing towards them.

Ron and Hermione stared nervously at the two below, and for a moment they didn't know who they wanted to lose or win.

"Smashed to pieces!"

Seeing his spells being lifted one by one, McGuffin moved closer.

In a panic, Harry directly used the most powerful curse he knew.

But it only smashed a translucent armor that appeared in front of a McGuffin, and it only made him stagger slightly for two steps.

'Sorry, Harry! '

Only this seemingly completely suppressed approach can make Harry understand the gap between him and a formal wizard.

McGuffin had already had such a plan in his heart, he must try his best to let Harry settle down, at least not let Snape catch any sore feet before he finished his invention against werewolves.

MD!

McGuffin cursed Snape inwardly.

But when he felt that he was sure of winning,
Accident happened!
——It can only be said that Harry is worthy of being the son of the plane.

"Except your weapons!"

A burst of magic far beyond McGuffin's imagination erupted from Harry's wand.

Far beyond his age, or the magic that Harpin used.

Shir!
This spell was almost like a rocket launcher, blasting the McGuffin directly into the sky.

It's really TM open - Voldemort's defeat is not injustice!
That was McGuffin's only thought at the time.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, McGuffin felt as if several ribs were broken, his vision was black and blurred, his whole body was weak, and blood was choking in his throat and mouth.

You DY's!
——I can't hold back anymore, this Tem is going to lose.

monster.

What a monster!

I don't usually see Harry practicing much, this [Explosive Weapon] is probably close to the [Extraordinary] level!
McGuffin knew he had to beat Harry before he fainted.

He reluctantly glanced at the magic wand that was flying straight into the Forbidden Forest, used his magic power, and stretched out his hand to make a move.

The wand returned to his hand again.

He swung his wand and directly used the spell he was best at and studied the most [Levitation Curse].

In the process so far, Voldemort's powerful spell-casting spell technique was even directly used.

Charlie watched Harry's small universe explode in surprise. He couldn't have imagined that a little wizard at this age could have such a huge magical power.
When he had planned to wave his wand, stop the match, and announce that Harry had won.

Suddenly, I saw that McGuffin stopped backing directly in the air, and began to slowly stabilize his body, floating in the air.

——It's outrageous, these little wizards are monsters.

He couldn't do all this in third grade.

Charlie withdrew his wand and carefully looked at the two monster-like little wizards.

monster!

Harry looked at the MacGuffin floating in the air, and his mouth felt bitter. He didn't expect that he still didn't win the duel under such circumstances.

And although it was expected, it was unexpected that the MacGuffin could actually fly in the air by itself, which is a spellcasting trick that most adult wizards cannot learn.

The spell confrontation just now made Harry realize the basic gap between himself and McGuffin in terms of the number of spells, proficiency, and spellcasting skills, and understood that he had to do his best to defeat it.

Sorry, McGuffin!

Harry concentrated all his remaining magic power on the tip of his wand.

The red light is ready to go.

"In addition to your martial arts—"

Rumble!
The mountain shook for a while.

--what! ?

Everyone looked at all this in surprise.

McGuffin waved his wand, and all the magic power in his body kept flowing.

Those hard ice walls that were originally transformed by Charlie are cracking little by little, rolling down, and then suspended in the air.

Not only that, the snowdrifts in the distance, the muddy water on the ground, and even the large frozen soil under the ground also cracked and cracked in a burst of shaking...

Some clods, large pieces of compacted soil were suspended from the ground... These things circled Harry from all directions, slowly pressing towards him like a mountain.

When the ground shook and the ice wall cracked, Charlie noticed something was wrong. Looking at the wobbly MacGuffin floating in the air, he could feel the restlessness of the little wizard's huge magical power, which had gathered on the wand in an almost out-of-control way.

When everything around him started to float, Charlie asked Hagrid to pick up Hermione and Ron and leave here, and waved his wand to stop this out-of-control wizard duel.

——This is not a duel between little wizards at all.

"Harry come!"

Harry lifted his feet and quickly left the spot, under the pile of things, straight towards Charlie, waiting for the two to collide.

Relying on his solid body to catch Harry, Charlie felt relieved and observed the McGuffin again.

Still in disbelief, Harry stared blankly at the figure in the sky—McGuffin was able to do such a thing.

——I can't control it.

Luckily, though, Harry was out of there.

McGuffin watched Harry leave the spot, felt relieved, and cut off the magic power connected to his wand.

'I must go to Madam Pomfrey quickly, and I will be scolded by her again!Fortunately, he won the game, so he didn't have to face the threat of the old bat for the time being. '

McGuffin thought bitterly,
His eyes began to blur, every breath brought pain in his chest, and his throat was filled with a bloody smell.

Hermione glanced at Harry and was slightly relieved to see that he was not downcast, but looked very worried at the wobbly McGuffin in the sky.

"Hagrid, it doesn't seem right!"

"We must hurry to see him!"

As soon as the words fell, McGuffin tilted his body and accelerated to fall from the sky.

Charlie quickly cast the Shock Absorbing Charm, slowing down the McGuffin before he hit the ground.

Then he and the others rushed over immediately.

……

"Are you crazy!"

"Charlie, as an adult wizard, didn't you learn a lesson from the fire dragon last time?"

"And you, Hagrid!"

"Remember that you are a professor now, you must stop this kind of behavior! How can you fool around with these little wizards?"

Two sharp female voices woke up McGuffin from his coma.

It took him a long time to realize that it was the voices of Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall.

I could tell from the sound that the two of them were completely mad with anger.

"Harry, I'm so disappointed in you!"

"How can you be so irresponsible!"

——Let’s keep closing our eyes and pretending to sleep!
McGuffin thought very 'unkindly'.

He knew it was wise for him to continue pretending to be asleep and avoid waking up to face this 'storm'.

"Madame Pomfrey, Professor, is McGuffin okay?" Hermione asked timidly in a low voice, her tone full of worry.

Pomfrey snorted coldly and took out his wand.

The tip of the wand flashed and crackled.

Hermione was astonished to see Madam Pomfrey take the lightning wand and stab McGuffin's thigh directly.

Then--

McGuffin closed his eyes and heard the voice, and immediately felt bad.

"--what!"

His thigh was tingling and numb, and he jumped up from the bed involuntarily screaming.

"McGuffin!" Hermione opened her mouth wide, looking at this scene in surprise.

McGuffin tried hard to rub his numb left leg, raised his head and asked innocently, "Hermione, Harry...professor?"

"Stop pretending! My healing skills are not that bad. I healed your injury in one go. You've woken up from the beginning! Albert!"

Madam Pomfrey flicked her wand, and the lightning at the tip disappeared immediately, she asked coldly.

"McGuffin! You—"

Harry and Ron yelled angrily. They didn't expect that McGuffin would pretend to be unconscious and let them bear the wrath of Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey alone.

"Uh!..." McGuffin was dumb for a moment, and could only smile at Harry and the others.

……

In such an unharmonious atmosphere, this wizard duel ended so thoughtlessly.

Until the next Christmas morning, Harry and Ron were still annoyed by McGuffin's attempt to make the two of them 'thunder' while he pretended to be asleep.

However, the two still prepared a Christmas present for McGuffin.

"No, yours."

Ron threw the two gifts on the McGuffin bed with a straight face.

"It's so pretty, Ron! Harry!"

McGuffin tore open the gift wrapping with an apologetic expression.

What Harry gave McGuffin was a snow crystal ball, the size of a palm, with a miniature model of Hogwarts Castle inside.

Lifelike, the snow-white castle is immersed in a snow scene.

The castle in the magic crystal ball glows faintly, and McGuffin can even see the lights in the corridor through the small window.

What Ron sent was a farting beetle from Zonko's joke shop, and he put it in the pocket of the person who wanted to prank him. Every step the person took would make puffing noises, and he couldn't find the beetle.

The beetle would not be returned to its original owner until half an hour later.

In addition to these, there are gifts from Albert's family (mostly McGuffins asking for some Muggle books to assist in magical learning), and of course Mrs. Weasley's gift-a bright green hooded leather coat with the Gryffindor letter logo on it.

Just as McGuffin was frowning, he lifted the green coat to examine carefully, to see if he could change its color through simple alchemy.

Ron and Harry lay at the foot of Harry's bed panting constantly, hissing in surprise.

"what is this?"

"how is this possible?"

—A Firebolt?
McGuffin suddenly remembered that this Christmas...Sirius showed the rich and powerful nature of the hateful rich second generation.

Even though he was wanted, he bought Harry a Firebolt directly.

'Harry didn't have a broom?Isn't the new type of broom I came up with approved by the Quidditch World Cup Association?That rich second generation is such a waste! '

But when McGuffin turned around, what he saw was far beyond what he expected.

"I can not believe it!"

"Harry! This is—"

"The magic lamp!"

Ron and McGuffin spoke hoarsely together.

— not Firebolts!

Sure enough, Sirius did not give Harry a Firebolt as in the plot, but gave him one——

magic lamp!

"This is?" Harry was a little puzzled, he couldn't understand the reaction of McGuffin and Ron now.

"Aladdin's lamp?" he asked tentatively. "Three wishes?"

--This is impossible!Harry had never heard of this kind of thing at Hogwarts. Magic also has limits, and it cannot achieve any miracles, and most of them have traces to follow, following the basic logic of magic operations.

——Deng Shen is too outrageous.

Harry thought for a moment, before laughing at himself.

"You two, what are you talking about? What magic lamp? It wasn't your prank, right?"

At some point, Harry was pushed to the other side by Ron and McGuffin, and the old oil lamp in his hand was seized by the two of them to examine it carefully.

"That's right! McGuffin, take a closer look!"

Ron raised the oil lamp and looked at the semi-dark magic candle.

This is a brass-like, Arabian-style ancient oil lamp, in the shape of a crescent moon, with a bulging belly that looks a bit like a ship.

It is covered with dark green Arabic spell runes.

With the light touch of Ron and McGuffin's wands, the runes slowly lit up, and the flat mouth of the lamp lighted up slightly, and then gradually went out.

The whole magic lamp has been trembling and flashing.

McGuffin could feel that since the two of them picked it up, it was weakly absorbing the magic power of the two of them.

"That's right, the brass texture is not an inferior product imitated by modern gold... The rune description is also correct, and there is also a stable magic power return structure!"

"Ron! This does seem to be a real magic lamp from the Arabian magic world! Almost the rarest alchemy item today, in the "Wizard Weekly" list of the most coveted and most precious magical alchemy items in the past year... only after the Philosopher's Stone and the Fountain of Youth."

(End of this chapter)