Spell Players at Hogwarts

Yes, this look is black magic.

Whether it's the terrifying aura or the special light effects, even Neville and her grandmother can determine the nature of the magic.

Uh...it seems like Neville's grandmother has priority...

That so-called heir actually used such terrifying black magic...and on a cat?

When did black magic become so worthless? Or is there something special about Mrs. Norris?

Harry has also heard of this kind of curse that collects on-site elements for restoration. Although this professor's spell is rather strange, but... the pre-flashback curse, right?

During the grade challenge, Lynch used this magic to restore the details of his spellcasting. It was simply a frame-by-frame analysis and restoration. How did it get into the hands of this professor...just...

Is there something wrong with the spell or the person, or is there something wrong with both parties?

This is not Lockhart!

Harry took a serious look at the other person's face, that full beard...

"Professor Beznet, please don't worry."

Hermione quickly reached out a hand to support the natural science professor, and then gave Harry a fierce look.

(Didn’t you see that I couldn’t pull it?)

"Yes, Professor Beznet, how do you feel?"

Harry immediately put his hand on Beznit's lower back, and then Ron and Neville surrounded Beznit in the center.

As for Hermione, who reached out at the beginning, she gently moved her hand away, staring closely at Beznit's wand that had not been put away.

The scene is restored and the holy traces are revealed?

Another magic trick that looks interesting.

What are the runes hidden in the spell?

And this wand...

"It's okay, I'm sorry, please forgive me for my incompetence." Beznit adjusted the hat on his head with his hand. Although the scene of the attack was not restored, cutting off the magic connection in time only made him slightly dizzy.

"What a terrible black magic." Beznit said with lingering fear. He looked down at the gray tip of the wand and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

After all, apart from the wizard's first wand, if you want to order it from Ollivander, it is not something that a dozen Galleons can solve.

However, before Beznit could feel distressed, Filch, who didn't understand why, rushed over and grabbed Harry's collar viciously.

"You killed Mrs. Norris!"

"not me!"

"You killed Mrs. Norris!"

"not me!"

"Yes……"

"Can you shut your mouth? I said it's not me."

Harry pushed Filch's hand away in disgust.

"Didn't you see it? That's black magic. Do you understand black magic?"

Harry made an exaggerated gesture, "Professor Beznet's wand has been petrified, and no one present has the ability to use that kind of magic."

Harry tried to reason with Filch, but Filch, who was shocked by Mrs. Norris's tragedy and lost his mind (and didn't understand what happened), decided on a fact.

"You killed her, so I'll kill you!"

Filch spoke viciously, his slightly protruding eyeballs covered with bloodshot eyes, like a demon crawling up from hell.

very angry.

Harry took a step back, hesitating whether to strike first to force Filch to reason with him, but as a castle administrator, Filch's strength...

"Please calm down, Mr. Filch, Harry was not wrong, this dark..."

"Accomplice, you are an accomplice!"

Filch raised his head sharply. Although he didn't quite recognize the man in front of him, the nature of the matter had completely changed since he touched Mrs. Norris's body.

As an old squib, what can Filch do? Damn it...

click~

There was a faint sound coming from under the feet, and then it was as if some switch was turned on, and the castle became visibly noisy.

The Halloween party is over.

Compared with the twists and turns when chasing the sound, the students who had eaten and drank clearly would not go around in circles inside the castle at this time.

After going out and turning left to go upstairs, a group of young wizards wearing black wizard robes appeared in front of several people.

At this time, the atmosphere had reached its most tense moment.

Harry was at a loss as he held up his wand, while Professor Beznit stood between the two of them and Filch was grabbing him by the collar.

Ron and Neville were trembling on the side, and Hermione next to them...

Although she was a little scared, the little girl still tried her best to find a way to resolve the situation.

These useless guys!

Hermione couldn't help but sigh, and the little wizards who had just arrived in the corridor were fascinated by the big melon in front of them, until they saw the writing on the wall. Although they didn't know what happened, Mrs. Norris's departure Going there is barely satisfying.

When Hermione's eyes fell on the crowd, the little girl remembered that she had more than just these three little friends.

"Qiu, are you there?"

Hermione called her friend's name loudly, and then...

"what happened?"

Flinda separated from the crowd very naturally, and her long white swan-like neck was so eye-catching.

"Go and fetch Dumbledore!"

Hermione said anxiously, all the little thoughts in the little girl's heart disappeared at this moment.

As a witch taught by Meadows himself, Hermione has long since transformed into the shape of Shafik Kristoff, right?

Flinda obviously knew this. No matter what, Hermione had the upper hand on Meadows' side.

Reluctantly accept it?

The girl's execution was very strong, and after a while, all the living Hogwarts staff and staff, including Dumbledore, arrived.

Well, except for some beautiful women who predict that they will lose their voice.

In this way, Dumbledore became the one with the highest grade in the entire school. As for the writing on the wall...

"Albus..."

Professor McGonagall was not a person who couldn't hide things, but her protection of students still made the older cat lady feel worried.

After all, Dumbledore has been fishing for more than ten years, who can guarantee...

"Don't worry, everyone please go back to the dormitory to rest first. As for you guys... come to my office."

In less than two seconds, Dumbledore resolved the situation. In an instant, the influence of the greatest white wizard of our time had almost reached its peak?

"My office is closer, upstairs, Principal."

The handsome blond boy jumped out and successfully won the opportunity to perform. Although the Halloween party and dance were not held, as an excellent author, how could he let such good material go easily.

"Alright."

Dumbledore nodded, and then the crowd separated into a passage.

Lockhart looked very happy, following Dumbledore happily, and as Mrs. Norris's body moved away from the crowd, Harry felt...

"It's terrible, isn't it?"

Sitting on the chair in Lockhart's office, he looked at Dumbledore, who was frowning and exchanging words with Madam Pomfrey not far away. Because of his walking back and forth, the candlelight on the table kept shaking.

The light hit Mrs. Norris, and the huge cat head covered the entire office window, as if she was sitting in a prison cell.

A round room with closed doors and windows that couldn't be opened.

"What are they talking about?"

"That magic."

Hermione responded quietly, she could only understand a small part of it.

"It's probably petrification, but it's different from the petrification spell we use. After all, our petrification spell is at most freezing... It's similar to muscle hardening. I suspect that this black magic may not just be petrification, but freezing, death, and even... "

Harry nodded absently. Although he could understand a little at first, after the petrification, it was beyond his scope of cognition.

But what Hermione said sounded much more reliable than Lockhart's.

From the moment he entered, Lockhart kept voicing opinions around Dumbledore. To be precise, it was like... a fight?

"The spell must have killed her!"

Lockhart slapped his thigh, "It might be some kind of magical torture spell. I have seen such spells many times with my own eyes. It's a pity that I wasn't with her at the time. Otherwise, I happened to know one or two spells that could have saved her." she."

The corners of Beznit's mouth twitched, and he felt a little offended.

However, Lockhart did not stop his speech, even though Filch cried sadly, he was just a cat raised by a castle administrator.

"I remember similar incidents happened all over Europe." Lockhart puffed out his chest. "I happened to stop it a few times. I wrote the specific things in my autobiography."

Then Lockhart began to talk about how many murders he had prevented and how many witches he had rescued.

Harry's eyes widened, he couldn't believe how Lockhart said these words.

Beznit's beard twitched more and more, and finally he saw Professor Beznit take his wand out of his pocket, and Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction.

"I don't know what it is, but I don't think there is any dark magic like Medusa in Hogwarts Castle."

"Please relax, Dandy."

Dumbledore shook his head, and the old headmaster turned to Mr. Filch.

"Please don't be too sad, Argus, Mrs. Norris is not dead yet."

"Not dead?" Filch raised his head in disbelief.

At this moment, Lockhart's eloquent voice also stopped abruptly.

"She was just petrified. Although I don't know what it is yet, but as Professor Beznit said, it is a very profound black magic."

Dumbledore gave Harry a meaningful look.

"That's not something a second-year wizard can do."

"But……"

"I understand how you feel Argus, but don't worry, a batch of mandrakes have recently entered the school greenhouse. As long as the mandrakes mature, Mrs. Norris will be fine."

Dumbledore calmed down the whole situation, and Filch, who was still excited, just cried and didn't know what to say.

But as Professor Beznit's eyes moved, everyone's eyes naturally hit Lockhart's face.

"Aha, I knew it was petrified!"