Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Question: How many things can happen in one night?

Answer: Almost everything. From a boy becoming a man to the fall of the most powerful country in the Western world, it all happened in one night.

Of course, that also includes the reputation of Harry the Savior and his friends.

The next day the little lions woke up almost crazy.

Because just overnight, the hourglass representing the Gryffindor house division outside the auditorium seemed to have been ransacked by a group of sniffers. Except for a few lonely and almost pitiful pieces of sand remaining at the bottom, there was no longer any See no other.

Through the efforts of two phenomenal academics, they had far exceeded the scores of other colleges, but they were knocked back to their original shape overnight. The culprit is their pride, the youngest Seeker in a century, Harry Potter.

But if it was any consolation, Slytherin's hourglass was also missing a lot of emeralds.

Along the way, Harry and Ron were pointed out by the little lions. Even Wood, the captain of the Quidditch team, saw him in the morning and just called him "Seeker" coldly.

"Harry, think on the bright side, maybe we won't see that Malfoy guy today."

Ron also had a sad look on his face, and he whispered to Harry as he walked out of the common room. But when they arrived at the Great Hall, what they saw was Malfoy surrounded by the Slytherin snakes like heroic stars surrounding the moon.

"Hey Potter come check out Slytherin's newest talented Seeker"

The tall man, who looked like a gorilla, saw Harry from a distance and waved his hands high.

"Malfoy, how come first years are not allowed to join the Quidditch team?"

Ron pointed at Malfoy and said in surprise.

"Didn't the Weasley family teach you manners? As for the school rules, they're like Scarhead's"

Malfoy was undoubtedly in a good mood today. Even when he saw Ron pointing at him, he only made a slight sarcastic comment, and even took a buttered croissant handed to him by Pansy Perkins.

"Where's Slytherin's former Seeker?"

Harry looked at Malfoy. Gryffindor lacked seekers, but Slytherin undoubtedly had them.

"He believed that his abilities were insufficient and volunteered to serve as an alternate. And thanks to the generosity of Malfoy's father Lucius, he will also provide Slytherin's Quidditch team with brand new broomsticks."

Montague took over, but he didn't look at Harry, but stared hard at Wood who was sitting at the Gryffindor table but had been looking at it. He gestured at his neck, making a beheading motion.

"Do you think you can beat us with a broom? The competition is not about who has more money."

Wood stood up and made such a loud noise that the little badgers and eaglets were startled. Fred, George, Katie and other Gryffindor players followed closely and stood up. Although the Slytherin players are obviously taller from a height perspective, Gryffindor never lacks the courage to fight in groups.

"What are you arguing about? I don't remember that the school rules allow making noise in the auditorium."

Snape, still wearing the black robes, walked in from the door. His expression was serious, but his hair was still greasy. If a hot man who specializes in touching things from people's chests has a bg, then Snape may be regarded as a mute.

"It's our famous savior again, Mr. Potter. He will always be the same as his father, with a restless heart and disobedience to school rules. Because you make a noise in the auditorium, Gryffindor will deduct 5 points. If Gryffindor If you still have points left over, you can use them to deduct points.”

Snape glanced at the surrounding students, announced his decision, then approached Harry and handed him an envelope.

"As for your decision on confinement, I think it has been made very clear."

With a barely curved smile, he waved his wide sleeves and walked up the steps to his place.

"That damn old bat"

After Snape walked away, Ron pulled Harry back to sit on the long table and whispered.

"He wants the three of us to go to the hall to find Filch at eleven o'clock in the evening. Where is Hermione? Ron, have you seen her?"

Harry whispered. He looked at Hermione's seat on the long table. It was empty. Ron also shook his head.

While Harry and Ron were quietly discussing what punishment their confinement would be, in the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, Parsifal was working on creating what was probably the seventh, maybe eighth, explosion of the day.

"Hermione, believe me, you will definitely succeed next time."

With a burnt black mark on his face, Parsifal threw the iron piece in his hand aside angrily.

"But this is the ninth time you've said this. It's simply impossible. How can enchantment be combined with constant transformation? Professor McGonagall has clearly said that when transformation takes effect, the nature of the object has fundamentally changed. "

Hermione's face was also stained with soot from the explosion, her hair was disheveled, and she looked very unhappy.

When Parsifal invited her as his assistant in the morning, she was happy; when she was taken to this magical room and saw four or five heavy bookcases appearing out of thin air, she was pleasantly surprised; but when she began to cooperate When Parsifal was experimenting, she even wanted to strangle Parsifal to death.

How in the world would anyone want to use transfiguration on an iron piece engraved with runes, and expect that the runes would still work after applying transfiguration? She doesn't know how to enchant, but at least she has read the transfiguration textbook.

"But my projection is not a transformation technique. You have seen it before. There is no reason why it cannot be successful."

Parsifal was also a little frustrated. He could deform the iron piece, but each deformation would destroy the runes engraved with salamander blood on it, and then explode into a cloud of black smoke.

"And Percy, why do you have to make the iron piece transform into a sword and explode? You're a wizard, not a stick-wielding baboon. Why don't you just throw the iron piece out and give them a blast of fire?" "

Hermione waved the wand in her hand dangerously. As a developer, she has the ability to tolerate Party A's needs, but every developer thinks this way before seeing the needs.

Parsifal stretched out his hand and scratched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment. As soon as he turned on "Enhancement", his intelligence returned to zero and he couldn't cast any decent spells. This was something he couldn't solve.

But there is indeed nothing wrong with what Hermione described. Throw the iron piece out

"Wait a minute, Hermione, you are a genius. Help me cut that piece of alder wood into small pieces, and I will mix the salamander blood."

With a sudden slap on the head, Parsifal thought of a genius idea and quickly put it into action.

After a while, a small piece of iron connected to a small piece of wood with a string was placed in front of him.

"The rune structure is stable, can be transformed individually, and will not conflict due to stacking, perfect."

After a short test, under Hermione's eyes, which seemed to be looking at the idiot Party A, who wanted the product, he showed a bright and satisfied smile.

"I've decided, it's called Seamus, oh no, the Sword of Justice."