Spell Players at Hogwarts

If Hogwarts is a large-scale real-life development game, then the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award is undoubtedly the highest positive honor.

But what happened to the title on his body?

"A warrior who fights ghosts hand-to-hand" or..."a professor hunter"?

In fact, under Weasley's vigorous encouragement, the title of Professor Lynch became popular that afternoon.

Wherever Lynch went, there would be wolves following him, and on that day, Hogwarts finally recalled the days when professors were dominated.

So, what significance do these oil paintings have?

Dumbledore's spy?

Hogwarts gossip?

If you want to rectify the unhealthy trend of gossip in Hogwarts, you must start with these oil paintings!

"What are you looking at, kid?" In the corridor on the fourth floor, a knight wearing silver armor nervously waved his spear and tried to drive away the person in front of him.

But in fact, apart from the sound, his spear couldn't even pierce the canvas.

"I can tell you, kid, I have been dead for more than 600 years."

"You are just a painting."

Standing opposite the canvas, Lynch shook his head indifferently. According to unknown gossip, his title of Professor Hunter came from the frame of the knight on the fourth floor.

"Then I've been here for more than 600 years!" Knight Cameron waved his lance, "If we had little cubs like you here, I could kill two of them with one shot."

"If you were here with us, I could kill hundreds of people like you in one minute." Lynch looked condescendingly at the Cameron Knight, with a cold look in his lake-blue eyes.

"Ha, do you have a fever?" Knight Cameron laughed. In response to such arrogance from such a little wizard, what else could he do but smile?

"Lynch... isn't it a bit..." Qiu hesitated, but hundreds of Cameron Knights couldn't even kill pigs so neatly!

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, with six pure depleted uranium bombs, [-] rotations in one breath, saves the world with great mercy."

Lin Qi silently recited the true formula, and then, a paintbrush appeared in Lin Qi's hand.

"Boy, what are you going to do?" Knight Cameron realized something was wrong, so why did the first-grade wizard carry a paintbrush with him?

"Although I really want you to see the true form of the Bodhisattva, but..." Lin Qi silently glanced at his undeveloped body, "Your background is too humid, and this is not good."

As he spoke, Lynch quickly drew a circle at the top of the frame, and then filled it with yellow oil paint. A bright sun appeared in the sky, hanging just a few inches above Cameron Knight's head.

With the injection of magic power, the golden light instantly filled the entire frame. Like a miracle from the Creator, the golden sunshine shone on the body of Cameron Knight, and an unwarranted heat instantly engulfed Cameron. Knight package.

"Boy, you don't talk about martial arts!"

Cameron Knight shouted, and then under Lynch's surprised gaze, Cameron Knight's silver armor was quickly taken off.

So, the equipment painted on it is still detachable?

But that's not all that gave Lynch a different feeling.

The Cameron Knight, who was only wearing underwear, was seen holding a lance, just like the most standard athlete at the Greek Games.

Taking a run-up and turning around, his whole body was like a fully drawn long bow, shooting out the lance in his hand.

puff!

A ball of fire appeared in the frame, and then the skylight faded away. The sun that was hastily drawn on it was like a balloon that was popped by Cameron Knight.

Ah this...

Qiu looked at the changes in the frame blankly. Although he didn't understand what was going on, but... this seemed very interesting!

"Boy, you're still far behind!"

Riding on the back of a pony, Knight Cameron talked nonsense wantonly.

Although I was surprised by the performance of Cameron Knight, but...

Sure enough, let’s kill him!

Lynch thought silently, and after confirming that there were no other idle portraits around, he walked up quickly and plucked the wall with both arms. The portrait of Cameron Knight was removed from the wall by Lynch. Take it down.

"Boy, put me down, what are you going to do? What are you..."

The red velvet cloth covered the entire painting, and in an instant, the voice of Knight Cameron disappeared.

"Boy, give me back my picture frame!"

Behind Lynch, the figure of Cameron Knight suddenly appeared among a pile of sheep.

"Can they run around freely among themselves?"

"I don't know, but the same portraits are fine." Lynch recalled the setting of the portraits. According to common sense, only two identical portraits can be moved at will, but for Hogwarts, the Fat Lady Everyone can go out more when Sirius comes, but the setting of the portrait seems far from simple.

"What should we do now, Cameron Knight ran away." Qiu said helplessly, so why did he accompany Lynch to come here to find trouble for a portrait?

"It doesn't matter. Isn't there a saying that goes well? If a monk can run away, he can't run away from the temple. I don't believe that he can stay away from his own portrait." Lin Qi said quickly, and then used his wand to shrink the half-person-high frame to The size of a palm.

"What kind of spell is this? A shrinking spell?"

"Well, it's a very practical spell. The spell is to quickly shrink. If you want to enlarge, do the opposite." Lin Qi quickly explained to Qiu. After yawning, the early morning sleepiness faded away.

Getting up late ruins the morning, getting up early is a fool's errand!

Sometimes, although the summary seems unreliable, it is surprisingly effective when applied in practice.

Perhaps it was the tacit understanding cultivated with Qiu and Cedric over the past week, but even at seven o'clock on Saturday morning, the three of them bumped into each other naturally.

"So, the auditorium should provide breakfast." Lynch said uncertainly. With the little wizard's habits, it would be a big disadvantage if he didn't sleep until nine o'clock on the first weekend of school.

Especially for the little wizards of Gryffindor, tiredness is the eternal theme after a night of carnival.

"I don't know. I've never gotten up so early on weekends." Cedric shook his head shyly, "What do you think of Qiu? Are you still used to it?"

"Oh, it's very nice. I like it here very much." Qiu replied without realizing it, "So, when we go outside the castle, didn't Hagrid invite us to play there?"

"So, Qiu, do you have any misunderstanding about afternoon tea time?"