I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 33 Fool! Surrender to death!

"As long as we defeat him, we will get extra points. Don't make a move!!!"

"This time - I will protect the glory of Gryffindor!"

Hearing the sound, Owen's face twitched with embarrassment, and Ward asked, is this your line he's talking about? Just read it,

You are full of jingles, are you going to take the postgraduate entrance examination?

Owen didn't finish his sentence.

Harry didn't care at all.

At this time, unprecedented peace filled his heart.

————The Hogwarts House Cup that year was between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Finally, it was 400-399.

Gryffindor sadly lost.

At that time, I saw Percy sitting on the bench dejectedly, his eyes red.

This image is something I will never forget. At that moment I was thinking that if I was given another chance, I would definitely defeat all my opponents and win points for Gryffindor.

Now, with the extra points on the line, I had to wonder if this would be my only chance of a lifetime.

I believe that Gryffindor once had its dominant position, which was bitten off from Slytherin step by step by countless generations of Gryffindors.

Now the Academy Cup is just around the corner.

Rebuild the glory of Gryffindor! It is our duty to do so!

"For Gryffindor!!!"

Harry was like a god possessing him. Suddenly, the souls of Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Sirius Black, werewolf Lupine and Gryffindor ancestors of all generations were possessed!

It is not fought alone.

Not alone!

Harry held a holly wand in his hand. The tip of the wand, which had the same origin as You-Know-Who's wand, emitted a gray light.

"Everything is petrified!!!"

His voice echoed throughout the bathroom.

The gray curse was like a sharp sword, carrying surging magic power, and the waves were like the waves of the sea heading towards the giant monster's head.

"Harry!" Hermione looked at Harry in shock.

Then when the slapped troll reacted, he kicked him away.

"boom!"

The stick failed again, and at this critical moment, Harry was saved once again by Hermione.

It wasn't enough. Although he dodged the physical attack, he was still pushed away by the accompanying air wave.

Next, the Redeemer's actions made Owen's eyes widen.

I saw him doing a somersault backwards, then rolling on the spot to release his strength, and then stood up smoothly. His movements were smooth and smooth, without any injuries.

? ? ?

"Hey, hey, hey! You're not really coming back from the Ring of Magic world! You're learning to roll too fast!"

"Dare you say you haven't practiced at the big tree guard? Harry Fader Potter!"

Owen opened his mouth in surprise, then stuffed an egg into it.

Chew, chew, swallow.

"Okay! Okay! Although your fight is very ugly, I am very happy to see it. For this reason, I can give you a piece of information for free." He stretched and continued: "We have to deal with monsters like giants. Such a magical creature, if you don't have some very powerful black magic, don't try to use magic spells to deal with it."

"Believe me, sometimes swords are better than spells."

Hearing the sound, there was a big fight going on.

The four people who walked in disorderly steps understood each other.

Hermione immediately found a way to attack. She waved her wand and cast a large-scale floating spell. The construction debris created by the troll became her best weapon.

The gravel and sawdust were like precision-guided weapons, rushing towards the monster's limbs and head.

Seeing this scene, Owen suddenly had an idea.

If at this time, the little wizard had an American-made M1917 Smith \u0026 Wesson, he would be able to fight monsters without killing them randomly.

No, no, how could I have such an idea?

I'm a wizard!

What good is a broken pistol?

No matter what, I have to get some individual rocket launchers and the like.

Sure enough, magic is still too barren? Compared to a close-to-air anti-aircraft gun with a firing rate of one thousand magic rounds per hour, a beast of the troll's level can be beaten into a pulp in five seconds.

Hiss~~~Wait a minute

Can Transfiguration transform into Muggle firearms?

Owen was startled by his idea, and then he took out his wand with excitement and prepared to try it out.

Just seeing him, he flicked the wand, and the barbecue grill in front of him began to change rapidly.

It seemed to turn into a black curtain, and magic began to paint on the black curtain.

Like 3D printing, his hands sank after a while, and two black spears appeared out of thin air.

Judging from the appearance, it should be the legendary Ninth Five-Year Plan.

"Huh." Without any hesitation, Owen aimed at the troll and pulled the trigger.

Then

- Nothing happened.

have to!

Sure enough, it was useless. Seeing that the guy in his hand didn't have a bullet stuck out, Owen didn't care.

He had expected it.

Just wanted to try it.

In the final analysis, the deformation technique can only imitate a simple mechanical structure and cannot cause any chemical reaction to occur in the deformed object.

In other words, the bullet is filled with gunpowder, but in fact it is still iron.

This is in line with Gamp’s expression of the five principles of transformation.

Magic cannot produce food, or it can only produce other things that appear to be food, because the essence is still something else. After eating, it will not produce any nutrients, which is about the same as Guanyin soil.

"Owen!"

On the other side of the battlefield, there was a high-pitched exclamation.

Let Owen recover from his suspicions about transfiguration.

In the distance, mud splashed all over her body. The long hem of her cloak, shoes, and calves were all soaked. Even Hermione, who had a little moisture on her face, looked back at him.

Along with Hermione was Hannah.

Owen's figure seemed to be reflected in her misty eyes.

Although she didn't speak.

but

"Okay!" Owen rubbed his neck with a lazy smile on his face.

Come slowly.

"Dumbledore may have released the monster from its restraints," he said.

"But, that's it!"

"It's just an irrational beast, and how can we use these simple methods to deal with the beast."

The phoenix feather wand made a slight cry, Owen raised it, and an invisible chill instantly enveloped the hearts of everyone present.

Like death streaking across the silent night sky.

"You have to use fire, friends, fire that can burn your soul!"