Spell Players at Hogwarts

"John!"

Lynch and Meadows shouted for help, while John, who was following behind, squeezed forward helplessly holding a bunch of things.

As the head of the family, when necessary, he has the consciousness of a tool man.

Especially John's temperament, combined with his bulging body, makes him not so easy to mess with.

Naturally, Lin Qi and the other two who were following behind easily blended in.

What does it mean to enjoy the shade under a big tree?

(Tactical tail line...cough!)

Of course, the scenes inside did not disappoint Lynch at all.

What is the most popular crowd watching scene at the moment?

Natural disaster?

At this moment when everyone is in danger, can they still cheer?

Apart from these misfortunes, there is only one kind left in nature.

The release of raw wildness.

Humans are highly intelligent animals, but after beautifying and putting aside their brains, aren't there only animals left?

So, what are animals’ favorite things to do?

Eat, fight and have sex...

Naturally, no one would be wild enough to do the last one in a public place.

(Of course, if it’s hantai, please tell me where it is.

Critical learning is sometimes necessary.

If it were the two of them now, forget it. Lin Qi felt that he might be blind from now on. )

Looking around, two old men greeted each other on the street and used the simplest way of greeting each other.

A disco for middle-aged and elderly people, a large-scale dancing scene for Ministry of Magic officials?

Why isn't there a dark girl standing nearby to start a fight?

Also, that row of red hair, just looking at it?

"Eat me!"

boom!

The collision of fists and flesh is the most understandable sport that arouses people's excitement, and the red dye on the robe is the most detailed analysis of the battle between men.

"My Nima!"

A man with fiery red hair wearing a brown coat did not hesitate to use the bear hugging the tree move, and the man with long light blond hair who was knocked to the ground inadvertently also used the rabbit kicking eagle move to fight back.

To be honest, if you just look at their faces...well, they are both the same.

The fiery red hair is supposed to look thick, but the man hugging the tree can forcefully create a feeling of sparseness, which is very impressive.

As for the other one, I have to admit that this light color, combined with the bright sunlight, can really create a sense of déjà vu without hair.

Although his appearance was not bad, even if he was pressed to the ground and rolled around in the dust, his natural arrogance was still controlled by the blond man.

However, no matter what the people around them thought, the two middle-aged men were finally hugging each other at this moment.

You punch me, I hit you with an elbow, you slap me, I hit you with a tease...

"Can't you have fun?"

"Can't you have fun?"

"Hetui!"

Finally, the battle situation went in an uncontrollable direction. The two people rolled on the ground in a bear hug, and basically all the usable parts of their bodies entered a fighting state.

"Oh, yes, Arthur, that's it, hit him on the chin, and then give him a good one..."

"Mr. Malfoy, continue attacking his lower third!"

"Yes, you still have teeth!"

"Malfoy..."

The crowd was shouting wildly, as if they were very familiar with such a scene.

Today is the day of the final battle of the Diagon Alley Tournament every year. One side is the old nobles, and the other side is the down-and-out Ministry of Magic officials.

The most important thing is, when you refrain from using a magic wand, isn't it more difficult to have intimate contact from fist to flesh than standing on the stage and making waves?

They are all old boxers, and the people around them even know the routines of both sides clearly.

So, when did gangster fighting become a fixed routine?

Is it too late to get into a horse stance now?

Now the question arises, how should the wizard add points?

Answer: Full strength and agility points!The skills of one-handed sword, two-handed sword, blocking, critical strike, attack speed, and armor breaking are all arranged. It is OK to learn charge + whirlwind.

Hmm... just light up the magic with Holy Light.

So the false wizard holds a staff and disarms, while the real wizard holds a holy sword?

An old tradition from the Merlin era.

And the two of you now have obviously inherited this concept of blacksmithing. What's the point of poking it around with a small wooden stick?

A real man should have a fist-to-flesh collision, uh-huh!

Oh, yes, this is in the country of Yu.

That's okay, after all, if two men hug each other here, the possibility of having sex is much greater.

Look at how intimate Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley are. Mr. Malfoy kisses Weasley's red hair, and Weasley touches Malfoy's chin passionately.

However, none of this matters.

Seeing a bunch of red hair not far away from me, listening to their friendly cheers, I connected with the anxious faces under the red hair.

Although I'm used to it, I still look anxious...

"Hello, I want to interrupt you!" Lynch quietly moved from Meadows' side to the Weasley twins' side.

"That should be your father, right?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" One of the twins answered, while the other one was a little busy.

"Watch his knees daddy!"

"careful!"

"Hit his chin!"

A rapid prompt sounded in Lin Qi's ears, and this familiar smell made people inexplicably nostalgic.

How refreshing it is to stand next to one or two friends and watch each other's finger-picking operations, point out the world, and inspire words!

But if the protagonist were replaced by his own father...why would old Malfoy dare to come to the Weasley family for a real-person PK when the whole family was traveling?

Gee, the truth is sometimes so weird.

"Why don't you go help?"

"Help, help?"

The twins stopped cheering and looked at Lynch with confusion.

"But how do we..."

"Isn't that your father?"

Lin Qi said quietly, "Now that your father is fighting the enemy, is there anything else that needs to be considered?"

"Weasley too, why did your father bravely wave his fist?"

"Isn't it so difficult for a family to share difficulties and make progress and retreat together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lynch only saw the twins being separated from the middle, and a Weasley with medium-long hair squeezed out from behind.

He is over 1.8 meters tall, and his arms are thicker than his thighs at home in terms of coordination...

So, eating potatoes can also give birth to muscular men?

Why are your pectoralis major muscles so exaggerated?

"This is... your brother?"

"Oh, this is my brother Charlie!" said one of the twins.

And Charlie obviously couldn't hold back his physical urges. This old Malfoy had often been against his father since a few years ago, and this happened almost throughout Charlie's entire Hogwarts career.

But now, he has grown up, and his strong body can easily knock down even Bill with one punch.

"You're right, that's my father." Charlie patted Lynch on the shoulder, "You're a freshman, right. I'll protect you when you get to Hogwarts!"

After speaking, Charlie rolled up his sleeves, and the bronzed arms caused by years of exercise burned in the sun.

It's time for old Malfoy to experience the power of Weasley.

"what!"

With a loud shout, Charlie rushed forward so fast that only a pair of shoe soles were left in Lynch's eyes.

"Let go, Hagrid, you're going to tear my clothes off!"

Charlie kicked his legs helplessly. Perhaps facing some older wizards, Charlie could still rely on his physical advantages to deal with it, but facing Hagrid...

Hagrid?

Lynch turned his head and looked at the huge giant who suddenly appeared behind the crowd and picked up Charlie.

"Hey, Charlie, don't go up and cause trouble!" Hagrid muttered. He originally planned to watch quietly for a while. After all, Arthur had the upper hand, and it didn't matter if he taught old Malfoy a little more lesson, but This kid Charlie...

What happened when you were watching the competition?

How did this little guy who looks like a weakling get in?

"Hey, stop it!" Hagrid put Charlie down and strode towards the older generation, with Malfoy on his left and Weasley on his right.

With just a gentle tug, Hagrid successfully separated the two chickens.

"Hetui!"

Old Malfoy looked very dissatisfied. After Hagrid loosened his clothes, old Malfoy spat disdainfully.

Of course, it's possible that Arthur's hair made him feel a little greasy, and it was indeed uncomfortable to eat a mouthful of hair.

So, old Malfoy is actually eating meat?

Weasley on the side was also covering his scalp with his hands. In addition to the fact that both of them had black eyes and blue eyes, Arthur was at a disadvantage for being forcibly separated by Hagrid.

Malfoy is such a bastard, he actually dares to play tricks on me.

Thinking about it, Arthur's body bowed slightly, as if he was accumulating strength before charging.

And Malfoy has obviously regained some sense. Of course, it would be okay if it was just Arthur, but with Hagrid in the mix.

With a height of more than three meters, he is completely crushing in terms of aura.

Huh, Dumbledore's faction!

"Listen to me Weasley, just wait to be kicked out by Cornelius. Let me see what you use to support your big family." Malfoy said with a stern look, holding the gold-encrusted cane tightly. He held it in his hand, and then assumed a standard arrogant posture.

"And you, you big fool, I guarantee you will have to leave school sooner or later!"

Malfoy held his head high. As the winner of the competition, although he could no longer take action, the confidence of the winner was still there.

This is Diagon Alley, no one can attack with a wand, and a guy who can tell at a glance that he is a half-blood giant dares to attack an established noble and a school director in public?

Even the salary he relies on for survival has his own share!

"So, what do you have in your hands?"

In the crowd of Weasleys on the side, Lynch was muttering next to the twin brothers.

"Zoko peashooter."

"Two things are worth a handful."

"Pea bullets."

"We replaced it with ink!"

"We call him Weasley Bubbler now."

The Weasley brothers introduced their masterpiece as if they were singing. So, is talent really something that is destined?

"So, Mr. Weasley, why don't you give it a try? It's fun, isn't it?" Lynch chuckled, and the three of them couldn't help but look at Old Malfoy's long, light yellow hair.

"Hey, you came with us!"

The Weasley twins have always been brave.

It's like an instinct, just like you can never suppress Peeves' desire to play pranks. The Weasley twins are obviously on the same level as Peeves, but they may not be able to catch up to the level of badness. Their old-timers?

What if I used a fuchsia on Malfoy?

Lin Qi was eager to try it. After having an almost perfect cleanup (disappearance spell), Lin Qi was very confident about this simple and quick prank spell that did not require much understanding.

Now, hold your chest high, you are also a magician, so naturally you should do some things that a magician should do.

Like strike a nice pose?

Come on, this is Diagon Alley!

He waved his hand helplessly. The lack of prank products meant that Lynch could only watch from the sidelines, but the effect was about the same.

Malfoy's magic may be strong, but a comfortable life is enough to make any powerful wizard enter a weakening stage.

Vigilance, awe, and a sense of crisis are the basic qualities of a warrior. As a Death Eater, the old Malfoy may be qualified, but as a pure-blood noble...

The twins' sneak attack was so sudden that ink peas had already appeared on Malfoy's face when he had only half pulled out his wand.

puff!

The black ink successfully simulated the effect of the shock wave. Visible to the naked eye, the light yellow hair instantly appeared in the sunlight.

"Nice!"

The twins looked at each other knowingly.

"You hit him on the right side!"

"You hit him on the left side!"

Really, the art of attacking from both sides?

Lynch licked his lips, how about helping Mr. Malfoy clean up a little bit?

"Two filthy little beasts!"

Old Malfoy was so angry that he was shaking all over. He generally had no ability to resist this kind of attack that was not harmful but extremely insulting.

brush!

The black wand was pulled out by Lucius, and the silver snake head seemed to reveal its fangs, and the aura of being ready to go...

puff~

The dazzling spotlight flashed through the crowd, and the white feeling matched Lucius's new black facial mask. It would be a pity not to endorse a whitening product.

"who is it!"

Lucius' slightly sad cry shook the entire Diagon Alley. However, as a reporter, if he doesn't have one or two unique skills, can he still be called a reporter?

Looking around, there was no suspicious figure in the crowd. If nothing else, this unpretentious warrior had already returned to his work.

There is only one picture at the beginning, and the content is all made up, not to mention that there is a new situation in the annual boxing championship. Maybe this can stimulate the sales of the newspaper tomorrow?

What should the title be called?

"The Ministry of Magic official's personal demonstration, the Diagon Alley boxing champion was attacked? 》

"Damn it, don't let me catch you!"

Lucius was a little overwhelmed. He wanted to vent, but in Hagrid's shadow under the sun, taking action was obviously not a good option.

"Remember me!"

Lucius said angrily, swinging his windbreaker to shake off the dust on it, and with full of anger, he limped away from the crowd with a sign of death, leaving only the twins with happy faces. There are brothers who can’t see the joy and anger...