I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 90: Secret Room Adventure: Don’t add drama to yourself!professor!

The scales of many monsters can resist the spells of wizards.

For example, the snails bred by Hagrid, their hard armor can reflect most magic spells.

The more artificially cultivated, the stronger the scale armor that resists magic.

After all, manual screening.

Although the fire magic just now was not a severe fire spell, it still had the high temperature to burn through the steel plate.

As for the basilisk - it only scalded its abdomen, and it was almost immune to flame damage when it was curled up.

"So, sometimes, swords are better than spells." Owen glanced at the Gryffindor sword in the old principal's hand with some jealousy.

If nothing else happens, he probably won't be qualified to use this weapon in his life.

Hey~ So, why does Ms. Hufflepuff keep a gold cup?

If only I could keep a Holy Grail!

He summoned the Silly Hair King on the spot!A curry stick took away the ugly thing in front of him.

"Well, maybe you're right." The old headmaster nodded slightly, and a trace of untraceable excitement flashed across his face. Back then, he was also a well-known troublemaker in Gryffindor, but now that he is older, those The adventures of youth were too childish for him.

But—isn't there a boy who will never grow up hidden in the heart of every serious man?

The Gryffindor sword with a ruby ​​the size of an egg inlaid on the hilt was held up by the old headmaster.

Shining cold!

"boom!"

The coiled basilisk seemed to realize how terrifying the old wizard with a gray beard and dressed as a hunter was.

Suddenly, its curled body jumped out like a slingshot.

However, the target was not Dumbledore, but Owen who was watching the show.

"Ok?"

The sudden change startled Owen.

Mainly he really just came to hang up.

Just watch the boss spawn monsters, don't intervene if there is no need, so as not to disturb the boss' continuous moves.

However, since there is a head sent to the door, there is no reason not to grab it.

Just when Owen reached out his wand, preparing to use ancient magic to take away this stupid basilisk.

Said it was too late and then soon, the old principal walked briskly.

Holding the silver sword in one hand and the wand in the other, Apparation appeared in front of him in an instant.

Then the wand in his hand emitted golden light.

The strong light almost blinded Owen's eyes.

I saw that flowing cloud-like light turned into an indestructible high wall.

The little basilisk raised its head and bumped into it!

"Fizz!"

Painful screams came to Owen's ears, and then, in his eyes that were tearing and squinted with only a slit left, the figure of Principal Dumbledore was reflected.

He opened his hands.

He stared up at the basilisk proudly and roared: "YOUSHALL NOTPASS."

"???"

That book on your desk is indeed The Lord of the Rings!

You really cosplay Gandalf!

"Ah~~~ Don't add drama to yourself, Professor!!!"

"It's just a little basilisk!"

"Fizz!"

The basilisk struggled violently, but it didn't help. The chains made of white light bound it firmly.

Its dark green scales set off a vague figure.

It's Dumbledore.

He held up the sword of Gryffindor from thousands of years ago in his hand.

Swipe.

With a muffled sound of "Boom!", the huge body of the basilisk fell heavily to the ground.

Black ink-like blood spurted out like a sweeping rainstorm.

This sword cut off its head directly.

Gray Robe Swordsman Gandalf Dumbledore Limited Edition.

The old headmaster stood in front of the corpse of the basilisk, with a heroic posture, indeed a bit of the demeanor of a legendary wizard.

"Professor." Owen walked over and looked at Dumbledore sincerely, "Promise me you won't read those fantasy novels where you lose your mind by playing with things, okay?"

"At your age, shouldn't you continue to shine for the magical world?"

"How many papers have you published on "Transformation Weekly" this year? Are the alchemy experiments still being studied? Also, have you ever considered writing a book, such as "Advanced White Magic Decryption"?"

"Have you moved around the school board? Renovate the girls' bathroom on the third floor. When do you plan to start? Is there any news from the International Federation of Wizards? Is there any new achievement from Nicolas?"

"Ilvermorni, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Castrobusher, Magic House, Waggadu, Kodos Doris, do you still keep in touch? Can colleges organize exchange meetings? "

"Look, you are so busy, how do you still have time to read novels?"

Owen babbled for a while, strongly criticizing Professor Dumbledore's increasingly lazy work style and his conservative thinking of only guarding his own one-third of an acre of land.

"Let me tell you, professor, just last time, the last time I used spiders to scare them, there were more than 30 little wizards present, and Harry and the others were the only ones who resisted, and the rest all turned around and fled!" At this moment, as if Owen is the headmaster of Hogwarts, standing in the empty hall of the secret room, talking and laughing, giving advice.

"How can this work!"

"In the future, the greatest magic school in the world will be changed to Ilvermorny!" Owen shook his head.

He took out a small bag from his pocket, and took out a silver knife, a dozen glass bottles, and twenty ceramic jars.

Then he walked towards the corpse of the basilisk step by step.

"I've always felt that Hogwarts' education system has problems. What can I learn in just seven years? In the Muggle world, I can only graduate from high school!"

"High school! I can kill several Cambridge and Oxford by throwing a brick in London. High school has a shit."

"Magic is a craft. After graduation, the next experimental research and spell practice all need to be led by a mentor."

While preparing barbecue materials—ah—no—Owen, who kept the precious magic materials, continued: "Hey! Leave me alone, you, go back to the office and think about it now, and talk to the portraits of the previous principals. "

"About the current and long-term development of Hogwarts - don't worry about it - think of me, your time should be devoted to fighting for the liberation of wizards for the rest of your life, I—"

"Hey! Hey!!! Don't pull, don't pull! It's going to fall, it's really going to fall!"

Owen was squatting down, his eyes were shining, and he was about to search for loot and touch the corpse. Suddenly, his right ear hurt, and he was lifted up.

oh!It was the captain who found out that he wanted black equipment!

Professor Dumbledore put the Sword of Gryffindor back into the Sorting Hat's body, and then twisted Owen's ears into twists. (actually no)

"I was wrong, I was really wrong." Seeing his grandma angry, Owen quickly put on a dress and said painfully.

Immediately, Professor Dumbledore let go of his hand.

I am right, where am I wrong?