Spell Players at Hogwarts

Wizards are different from Muggles. For Muggles, those who are over 60 years old have basically lost their fighting ability. But for wizards, the older the wizard, the more they should not be underestimated.

Maybe the physical function has been declining, but magic is something like that...

Rather than saying it is a battle between devils, it is better to say that this is an inspirational story about a 60-year-old man challenging a 110-year-old man.

What's even more inspiring is that the man in his 60s hasn't hit you yet to say whether he's angry or not?

Lynch has been thinking about Dumbledore's true strength. Although everyone says that Dumbledore is no match for Tom, who is an old wizard who is more than 110 years old and has lived for such a long time without a unique skill?

If the old man hadn't thought about it and asked his old brother out of the tower when Tom attacked for the first time, what would happen to him and Harry Potter?

As for whether his old brothers will help, to be honest, there is no second option.

Just like Tom, there were countless options before Tom, but Tom told Dumbledore with practical actions that he, Lord Riddle, didn't need them at all.

As for the reason why Tom became what he is now, Slytherin's internal elite education definitely contributed.

There is nothing special, the name of Little Azkaban is the most powerful certificate for Slytherins.

Recalling the experiences of the four founders when they founded the school, and seeing Slytherin become like this bird, why didn't Salazar raise his body?

Salazar: Where is my Slytherin face?Where is the face? (Super loud!)

However, Lynch estimated that the old man didn't care more. After all, according to the way of action of doing whatever it takes to achieve victory, or to put it harshly, using any means, Glory really doesn't mean much.

What belongs to God belongs to God, what belongs to the devil belongs to the devil, and doesn’t Slytherin’s honor all belong to the old man himself?

As for the younger generation who rose up in the name of Salazar Slytherin, what does this have to do with Salazar himself...

If Phineas heard such a theory, I'm afraid the old man would have to expel Lynch from Slytherin on the spot?

Lynch: Fortunately, I’m not!

After a long sleep in the dormitory, although the Forbidden Forest had become Christopher's playground, the old man's refusal to open Hogwarts Castle still made Lynch feel speechless.

In Dumbledore’s words, childhood should not be filled with all kinds of research. Even when learning new magic and combining various magic texts, the effect is really interesting.

Compared to the past, this kind of visible and tangible thing is really easy to get addicted to. The visible strengthening and the rising power of the spell have filled Lynch's life.

Although Happy doesn't think so.

After briefly washing up, Lynch quickened his pace and tried to sneak into the large group of Ravenclaws having breakfast.

The eagles were already used to it, and some even joked about which princess was favored today.

Although this sounds very exciting, Lynch is in principle opposed to nonsense.

However, when Qiu, the guide dog of ten thousand years, appeared in the passage, everyone left in disinterest.

So what's the difference between a joke that goes with the crowd and something more expressive?

It's the third year, you know these three years...

"Hey, I ruined your good deeds."

Qiu said hello expressionlessly, and Marietta, a friend who was traveling with her and had been reduced to a follower, looked very shy.

Lynch looked down upon this kind of behavior. If you came up to force a kiss...

Ah, forget it then.

"It's nothing good. Get down quickly. Also, your rabbit died and you're crying all morning?"

"No, I just think it's too much trouble and I'm too lazy to use expressions."

Qiu expressed his enthusiasm very calmly, like an eternal glacier without a trace of life.

This rabbit is hopeless.

Although Lynch is not sure why the good-natured Xiaojiabiyu was twisted into this state, but... it must be Cedric who did something outrageous, right?

"When it comes to naming your child, count me in."

Lynch spoke very sincerely, while Marietta next to her covered her mouth in disbelief.

She... what did she hear?

The auditorium is still the same. For young wizards, they can often decide the order of breakfast for the next seven years in their first grade.

Lynch and the others were among the early ones. Of course, the fragrant bread, steaming milk, and cheese potato balls were still at a suitable temperature.

The only thing that surprised Lin Qi was that the little carrot head who was obviously going to be half an hour late also appeared at the dinner table.

Luna Lovegood, a child who looks like a Ravenclaw.

Although it is outrageous, but under the premise that there is weirdo Yurik before him, directly describing it with the name of the college is definitely not a compliment.

Gryffindor's idiot, Hufflepuff's go-getter, Ravenclaw's lunacy and Slytherin's old cunt.

If there are absolutely representative figures in the same year, the label about the college name will definitely become quite popular.

Fortunately, Gryffindor still had Potter and Ron.

Lynch comforted himself, but although Luna looked a little strange, it did not hinder Luna's fairy spirit at all.

"I like this girl."

Qiu exclaimed like a fox. The object of people's envy is often what they cannot change. Qiu explained this very well.

"What, are you planning to abandon Cedric?" Lin Qi said quietly, if it is true...

"Ahem! Dog thief, loose...elbow attack!"

The moment his throat was strangled, Lynch immediately retaliated, hitting someone's waist and abdomen with a heavy elbow. At the same time, some people's kidneys trembled violently.

Weakness attack.

After a while, Cedric squeezed onto the Ravenclaw table quite naturally, and then pushed Marietta aside.

This made Marietta feel a bit disgusted and thought Hufflepuff had removed someone.

Cedric dismissed this and said that his rear area was absolutely stable, and then he entered the state in seconds. Visible to the naked eye, the expression of Qiu sitting opposite gradually melted away.

"There's something very wrong with these two people."

Lynch took a big gulp of milk, and before he could put it down, a finger-thick rune book was slapped on the table.

Hermione had a cold face and looked angry, and then she opened her mouth and Lynch felt a familiar taste.

The punishment should be more severe, and the two of them should be taught a long lesson.

In an instant, Lynch had almost finished Gryffindor's story.

Two lucky fools drove through the sky in a speeding car and even crashed the Whomping Willow.

Although Fred and George have already made clear the identity of the two idiots, there seems to be no conflict between the idiots and the Gryffindor hero.

Naturally, this made Xiaoge very angry.

"They are still complacent and think it is a glorious thing!" Hermione slapped the book loudly, "If I were Professor McGonagall and I wanted to have such terrible students under me, I would..."

"Brush the toilet for half a semester?"

"Yes, that's right!" Hermione agreed on the spot, which made Miss Marietta sitting next to her even more shocked.

"Granger actually acts like Professor McGonagall?"

A post belonging to the Hogwarts Bar instantly appeared at the top of the forum. In less than 5 minutes, the message spread wildly. By the time Lynch discovered it, it had become "Professor Granger McGonagall" "The True Identity" and other propaganda, and clearly arranged the evidence that the two were actually the same person.

So, everyone is looking at their mobile phones?

Lynch calmly saved the screenshot and glanced meaningfully at Hermione, who was naturally mixed in at the Ravenclaw table.

There is nothing surprising, after all, the breakfasts around Lynch are richer.

Billions of little privileges.

When Flinda arrived, many little wizards made a sound of realization. At the distant Slytherin table, the old fritters were telling the little doughs about the principles of having breakfast at Hogwarts.

I have to admit, Slytherin never disappoints in this regard.

Half an hour later, Professor McGonagall appeared in the auditorium, with this year's new class schedule hanging next to her.

"Choose courses...what did you choose?" Hermione took Lynch's variable in her hand first, but looked at the content on it...

"Defense against the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms, Herbology, Transfiguration, Ancient Runes and...you signed up for two divination courses?"

"Ah, yes, but I didn't enroll in History of Magic, Astronomy, and Muggle Studies. Of course, there's also Natural Science. Even the textbooks were customized by me, so that doesn't mean much."

"So many!" Qiu turned bitter, "I only took the spells, Defense Against the Dark Arts and divination classes..."

"I suggest you take the ancient magic texts as well. After all, this is what we use the most. As for the transformation technique..."

"If I were the one, I would definitely sign up for them all!" Hermione couldn't help but say, "Percy has obtained twelve certificates."

"Although this sounds very powerful, it is really useless." Lynch spread his hands, "Studying Muggles from the perspective of wizards, some people even think that the atomic bomb is actually a firework developed by Muggles. This fundamentally means Not big."

"But..." Hermione opened her mouth to say something like the Ministry of Magic, but considering that the guy in front of her often met with Ministry of Magic officials... it was not very convincing.

"It's really ridiculous to waste extra time on this kind of thing, but I have already thought about it. If possible, I can apply for the exam directly with Professor McGonagall at the end of the semester. This way I won't delay getting the certificate, right?"

Qiu opened her mouth wide. As a biased rabbit, this was beyond Qiu's understanding.

So, what kind of game achievement is the twelve-door certificate?