The man behind Hogwarts

The captains of the two teams played rock, paper, scissors, and the format was best-of-three, with the winner being Slytherin!

boom!

The auditorium once again erupted in enthusiastic cheers. First, only the Slytherins cheered, and then the entire auditorium was infected and shouted with unknown meaning.

"What a simple joy!"

William clapped casually, smiling in his heart.

A rock, paper, scissors can trigger such cheers, which shows that the desire to win and the sense of honor have penetrated into the little wizard's heart.

It doesn’t matter what you win.

As long as you win, it's worth cheering.

Of course, this must have prerequisites, and its foundation must be this kind of large-scale competitive competition. It is difficult for ordinary small fights to have such an effect.

Captain Seretlin proudly puffed up his chest and bulged his sac!

It's a female captain!

She did not hesitate to choose the opposite, that is: the disarming spell cannot disarm clothes. Gryffindor can only be the right one.

In the auditorium, the Slytherins were already smiling in victory.

In their opinion, the disarming spell is a spell that knocks away other people's wands. Use it to disarm clothes? Absolutely impossible!

But what they don't know is——

Debates never have real answers!

This kind of activity is not one plus one in mathematics. There is never a unique solution. There are only levels of IQ and eloquence.

The whole hall burst into laughter as Gryffindor made his point.

The views they expressed were exactly the same as Flitwick's. Instead of debating whether the disarming spell could disarm clothes, they changed the topic to whether clothes were weapons, etc...

To prove a point.

One member of the Gryffindor team conducted an experiment, changing the clothes into a special style that could be used for attacks, and then asked another companion to cast a disarming spell. Sure enough, the weapon was successfully disarmed.

This result made the little wizards stunned.

Can the Disarming Curse really take off other people's clothes?

The final result was no surprise, with Gryffindor winning a small victory.

Through this debate, not only did the young wizards understand the wonderful effects of the disarming spell, but it also made the wizard debate competition a hit.

Time passed by minute by minute. Several rounds of debates ended one after another.

The championship of the third grade group belongs to Gryffindor!

The last part was a friendly debate match between William and Evelin, which he nicknamed an exhibition match.

Professor McGonagall drew a debate ticket, and the topic happened to be in the category of Transfiguration. McGonagall's eyes immediately lit up.

She had long wanted to see how much these two little wizards knew about transformation.

Today is the opportunity.

When William and Evelyn walked on stage,

The audience burst into unprecedented cheers, shouting William's name one after another. Regardless of whether they were in the upper or lower grades or in any college, William's magnanimity had already impressed everyone.

The debate between the two lasted for half an hour.

During this period, they studied extensively and cited scriptures.

The profound accumulation of knowledge allows the two of them to go beyond the art of transformation, extending from the principles of magic to the laws of transformation, and refuting and analyzing the art of transformation step by step!

During the oral argument, the magic wand was waved lightly, and the transfiguration spell was at his fingertips.

Transformation seems to be a universal magic in their hands, which can be used offensively, defensively, as daily assistance, and can be gorgeous...

"Is this really transfiguration?"

Countless little wizards had the same idea.

Hermione watched the magic performed by the two people on the high platform intently, and then associated it with the match-changing needle she learned, and she unconsciously felt a sense of frustration:

"Can they do this if they are just one grade above me?"

Percy in the audience was also stunned.

He originally thought that the debate between William and William would also be mainly oral, but who knew that he would just use his big move?

Watch as William transforms a stool into a creature, sometimes into a variety of strange things, many of which are beyond Percy's imagination.

"Senior Percy, the transformation technique is so powerful? Can you do it too?"

"Ah this..." Percy looked at the pure eyes of his schoolmate and said with shame, "My performance in transfiguration is not very good..."

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Since the three-week debate ended, Hogwarts has returned to a peaceful life.

The little wizard should go to class and go out at night.

However, the subsequent impact of the debate gradually emerged. For example, "Wizard Weekly" reported on this event. This novel activity suddenly attracted the interest of wizards who were short of entertainment activities.

And once again William and Evelyn's names spread throughout the school.

Everyone understands one thing - there are two types of geniuses, one is called genius, and the other is called William and Evelyn.

One night.

William quietly left Hogwarts.

"Today is the final step."

In a forest hut, William and Malzahar gathered together, with a bottle of dark green potion on the table.

With Malzahar standing by to protect him, he drank the potion in one gulp.

As soon as he took the potion, Malzahar had a violent reaction, and his face slowly blurred, like rubber baked by flames.

William was not surprised because this was normal.

Whether it is a disguise magus or an animagus, as long as you are not born with this talent, learning it will be very difficult and dangerous.

Although it is not as life-threatening as Apparition, its dangers cannot be ignored.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Malzahar's face had almost no features.

William looked at the time, frowned slightly, and then looked above his head. The roof of the tree house was lifted, allowing the moonlight to pour on the two of them.

But at this time, the moon above the head was gradually covered by dark clouds, and the moonlight became dim.

"This won't work." William murmured secretly, holding the wand and walking out of the tree house, mobilizing all the magic power in his body to cast the spell: "Wind and lingering clouds!"

A tornado connecting heaven and earth appeared out of thin air in the distance.

The two dark clouds above the tree house were soon sucked into the tornado and turned invisible.

William immediately cut off the magic power. Seeing that the tornado did not stop immediately, he added a spell to stop it immediately.

"Fortunately, it's just two moving clouds. If it were the dark clouds that were the prelude to a rainstorm, I wouldn't be able to cultivate into a Metamorphmagus today."

The moonlight in the treehouse was once again intense.

Malzahar's face gradually recovered, and half an hour later it finally became William's appearance again.

"It's done?"

"It's done!"

Malza laughed twice.

He was not seen using a magic wand. With just a slight fluctuation in magic power, his face suddenly changed and turned into Fran's.

Thin face, shoulder-length hair, deep-set eye sockets...

"If you weren't taller, it would be Fran's fault!"

"Try to see if you can detect traces of deformation." Malzahar said.

William nodded and listened carefully.

Two minutes later he opened his eyes and smiled without saying a word. Malzahar immediately understood what he meant and laughed happily again.

Next, Malzahar continued to disguise herself.

I chose a face that has never appeared in this world.

Light blond hair, blue eyes, resolute facial features. He will use this face to enter Ilvermorny, America.

Then the two sat down and chatted.

"You said Paul would use Polyjuice Potion to sneak into Hogwarts?"

Malzahar said in a deep voice: "His strength should not be underestimated. Besides, you don't know who he will transform into. How about I stop leaving first and help you get rid of him together?"

"No, although I didn't see it in the divination, I can probably guess it." William said with a smile:

"It's probably Quirrell. I find that he's the one with the worst luck in all of Hogwarts."

"Next, I will focus on Quirrell. Once I find something, I will take the first step."

"With Crohn in the school, I don't expect him to make any waves. Besides, I don't need to face him alone. I'll have to tell Dumbledore at worst."

William was not worried about himself, but felt sad for Paul.

I really don’t know who gave him the courage to enter Hogwarts alone.

Could it be that he thought he was Voldemort?

Malzahar said softly: "On the contrary, I don't think he will choose Quirrell."

"Well, why?"

"Although Quirrell is unlucky, he has been teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts for a while. If Paul were to teach, something would inevitably go wrong. He shouldn't take such a risk."

William thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense.

In the original history, the reason why Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr. pretended to be Moody was related to the fact that they taught the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the first time.

In short, students don't know their original teaching habits, so they don't reveal their secrets.

"Who do you think he's impersonating?" William asked.

"I don't know..." Malzahar spread his hands and shook his head, "If I were Paul, I might choose to be a student."

The two discussed it for a while and then left.

The next day.

Malzahar left Britain using Muggle means.

Wizards need to face the Ministry of Magic's review when crossing the border. If they want to sneak across the border, the best option is to use a portkey.

But Malzahar didn't do that.

He has magic and a disguise magus, so he can use ordinary people's methods without being exposed easily.

On the boundless sea, a cruise ship is cutting through the waves.

This is a travel cruise ship called the Platinum Star. The people on it are either rich or noble, either wealthy businessmen or high-ranking officials.

After all, being able to travel cross-country on a cruise ship is a rarity in this day and age.

Malzahar woke up from bed.

Looking out through the porthole, the blue sea stretches as far as the eye can see.

The sun shines on the sea, reflecting the dazzling light like a mirror, and from time to time you can see fish jumping out of the water.

"This kind of life is so leisurely!"

After washing up casually, I put on casual clothes, a pair of beach pants, and a pair of sunglasses.

What appeared in the mirror was a high-spirited and unruly young man.

He looks about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his whole body exudes vitality.

"Jeans, can I still contact Jarvis?"

Malzahar called in his heart, and a mechanical voice immediately responded in his mind.

"Yes, but the signal is a little weak."

"That's fine."

Malzahar felt relieved, rang the bedside bell a few times, and the staff served breakfast.

There is a Jarvis subsystem in his mind, which has the same function as Jarvis, but it is a simplified version. Its biggest function is to contact William.

Outside of the UK, sending letters by owl has become a luxury.

With Jarvis, the two were able to exchange intelligence in real time, which was important.

As for why the subsystem was named Jeanswest...

It can only be said that Malzahar is a bit skinny.

After breakfast, he planned to take a walk on the deck as usual and enjoy some sunbathing.

As soon as the hatch was opened, a woman with a hurried expression walked past quickly.

She also wore sunglasses, turned her head and glanced at Malzahar, then quickly passed by.

"Hmm..." Malzahar sniffed slightly, and there was a faint fragrance in the air, which actually smelled sweet.

Nice perfume!

Malzahar didn't take it seriously and walked leisurely to the front deck.

After just a few steps, there was a fast-paced tapping sound behind him, as if there were several big men running on the deck, and the sound of leather shoes on the iron plate was very clear.

Malzahar casually leaned against the inner wall and cleared the way to the left.

A strong man in a black suit ran past, followed by another, who looked like a bodyguard.

Today's world is not considered safe, and the international situation is complex and ever-changing. dignitaries who travel far will hire bodyguards. This kind of thing is very common. Many bodyguard companies also developed in this era.

There are many noble people on the Platinum Star, including many bodyguards.

However, Malzahar noticed that these bodyguards were of good quality.

With a strong body and firm eyes, he was stronger than many bodyguards he had seen before.

Bang!

Someone suddenly bumped into Malzahar's left shoulder from behind. The sudden impact caused his body to shake slightly, and then he subconsciously gave a backhand elbow.

This elbow is not easy!

Malzahar's physique was exactly the same as William's, a physique that could compete with Potter's Warthog in tug of war.

In addition, he counterattacked subconsciously and had no restraint strength at all. The steel-hard elbow bone hit the flesh, and a muffled sound sounded in the air. Then a bodyguard in black flew up out of thin air and fell on his back on the iron plate.

The bodyguard's throat felt sweet and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Aulë!"

The two bodyguards in front looked back and exclaimed in disbelief.

The bodyguard who fell to the ground looked distracted and raised a trembling finger, pointing at Malzahar.

Seeing this scene, Malzahar actually felt like he was in Zhou Xingxing's comedy.

"what have you done?!"

The two bodyguards roared angrily and surrounded Malzahar, ready to attack if they disagreed.

Malzahar frowned and said in a deep voice: "He bumped into me, and I subconsciously pushed him. It's that simple. Take him to a doctor quickly, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable."

After saying that, he casually took out a few dollars and handed them to the bodyguard.

Although the other party was the first to collide in this matter, he was indeed a bit heavy-handed and simply used money to settle the trouble.

Unexpectedly, the leading bodyguard was very arrogant.

Seeing Malzahar's young appearance, he didn't believe that he could directly inflict serious injuries on Aulë. In addition, Malzahar lived on the second floor of the cruise ship, which was not a prestigious floor in the Platinum Star, so he suddenly had some thoughts.

"Who knows if what you said is true? Come with me!"

The bodyguard reached out to grab Malzahar's collar and wanted to take him to see his boss.

As soon as he reached out, Malzahar grabbed the opponent's wrist. His five slender fingers were as if they were made of steel, making the bodyguard unable to move.

With a slight exertion, the bodyguard immediately distorted his facial features and howled.

"Do you believe it now?"

"I believe it, I believe it! Let it go...ah! Let it go..."

Malzahar let go of his hand, threw the dollar on the ground, turned around and left.

Looking at the bodyguard's wrist, five finger prints are clearly visible——

Red with purple!