[hp] When the devil meets a hooligan

Seemingly casual eyes swept over each uninvited guest in turn, and the expression on his face became more and more lazy.

"What do you want from me?" Kyle asked patiently, "Are you Tom's friends?"

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of these little wizards became strange.friend?No, no, how could they become friends with that insidious poisonous snake!Hank McLevy - the fat boy - looked more like he had accidentally swallowed a fly, "Of course not! That fake guy has everyone running around, but I'm not going to be fooled!"

Not a friend...that is an enemy?Kyle made a simple reasoning, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at them.Turning over lightly from the hammock, Kyle stood in front of the little wizard with great interest, looking down at their anxious and nervous faces.Well, it's not him who's causing trouble this time, it's trouble coming to the door, and Tom has absolutely nothing to say.

"So you're here to find fault?" Kyle tried to persuade, "To teach Tom a lesson so that he doesn't look at people with his nostrils all the time? Seriously, compared with Tom, you are not even as good as one of his nose hairs." So hurry up Come on, let's have a quick fight!

Huh?What is this squib talking about?Isn't he not only devoid of magic power, but also his brain is not good?Hank pulled out his wand, "Hey, be careful what you say!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely show mercy," Kyle's eyes lit up when he saw the fat boy finally drew out his wand, "Tom doesn't want to see blood either, so let me see you with that little wand." What the hell can a stick do?"

"Grind and hooray!"

Hank carefully chose the least lethal spell. In fact, he came here today just out of curiosity, not really wanting to do anything.However, the spell he cast actually failed, and the others only saw Kyle slanting his shoulders slightly, leaning forward and rushing towards Hank the moment he dodged the spell.

Carotid artery, heart, upper right abdomen, crotch, knee joint, without any nonsense, Kyle's fierce offensive directly hit the boy's vitals. At that moment, his strong murderous intent almost turned into substance.But all the attacks barely stopped within a centimeter of the boy's body - Kyle's mastery of strength had reached a terrifying level.Even so, Hank can still feel the strong wind from Kyle's fist and arch.

Huh?It doesn't hurt so much!This nervous Gryffindor didn't even realize that he had gone around countless times before the gate of hell, he just felt that his eyes were blurred, and he was beaten all over his body by that nasty squib.Ignoring the cold sweat behind his back, he attributed the fear of falling into the abyss just now to an illusion, "Your fist is softer than my five-year-old sister, Squib!"

Kyle's eyes are as bright as stars, he has adjusted his state, his spine is slightly bent, and his smile is bright, "You can't use your wand better than your sister, right? Don't hesitate, why don't you go together? Oh, sweater pretty."

Hank lowered his head, only to find that the wizard robe on his body had a long tear, revealing the crimson knitted sweater inside.He hurriedly stretched out his hands to cover the slit, and was horrified to find that not only the wizard's robe had been cut, but also half of his tie!

"How dare you - torn apart!" An angry Hank finally attacked Kyle, "Stop breathing!"

The other two children also shot.Compared with Hank's indiscriminate bombing, they chose the timing of the attack more cleverly.But as a man who once straddled the entire battlefield, Kyle can deal with such dense attacks with ease.Leaping away with ease, two flashes of light flashed, he silently compared the speed at which the spell struck with the speed of the projectile, and found that the spell was much faster.

Well, if it weren't for the exaggerated gestures of these children waving their wands, Kyle knew that it would be difficult for him to avoid all attacks.I don't know how Dumbledore and Dippet fought?Kyle's desire to fight silently died: ah... I want to challenge a bit.

"Tarantella dance!"

When Tom arrived with his henchmen, a spell from some wand hit Kyle right in the chest.Although their dislike of Tom and Kyle's provocation made them malicious, they were still young children, and most of the spells they used were mischievous.They had been waiting to see Kyle's jokes, only to find that instead of dancing as everyone expected, he twitched violently, struggled, and finally dropped to one knee.

"Kyle—the spell stops immediately!" Tom rushed to Kyle's side in a sweep of the past, and stretched out his arms to hug him tightly.

No one in Hogwarts had ever heard such an angry tone from Tom, who always played the perfect student with a gentle smile and decent demeanor.So the students who heard this roar immediately understood the status of this squib named Kyle in Tom's heart, and their eyes of sympathy, worry or contempt were cast on them on the ground.

But in fact, if any child from the orphanage was present, he (or she) must have understood Tom's true emotions immediately.angry?It was indeed annoyed, but the object of this negative emotion was Kyle himself who seemed to be tortured.

"What do you think you're doing," Tom whispered through gritting teeth next to Kyle's ear, "ensure your own death?"

With the arrival of Tom's curse, Kyle's body finally returned to calm.He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and turned to give Tom a bright and excited smile.

"Oh Merlin, he's bleeding!" exclaimed a tall, red-haired beauty brought by Tom, exaggeratedly, "Hank McLevy, Professor Dumbledore can't save you this time! Take the lead and seriously injure a Squib? You are despicable !"

It's a pity that the beauty's tone and expression are too gloating, making her look no more noble than Hank.

Hank himself was taken aback by Kyle's blood. It was just a small spell that several first graders could cast. How could it hurt him like this?Drenched in cold sweat, he hurriedly tried to explain, "Didn't you hear that just now! That was just..."

Kyle looked at the fat boy sympathetically, wanting to tell him that he just accidentally bit his tongue.Except for this small accident, he didn't suffer any injuries all over his body. The violent convulsion just now was just that he was controlling his body to resist the magic effect.But Tom obviously wouldn't allow him to tell the truth. On the contrary, he helped Kyle on the way to the medical wing, and Tom seized the opportunity to warn Kyle to tell Kyle that his illness was as serious as possible.

"The more they show weakness, the more they will relax their vigilance. Remember, your life is now in Dippet's hands."

Kyle unceremoniously put half of his body weight on Tom, with a vague promise in his mouth.Tom was so overwhelmed that he didn't notice the look of indifference behind his restless faucet.

The female nurse in the medical wing yawned and cast a detection spell on Kyle, gave him a bottle of brown potion, and chased them out.Knowing that Kyle was fine, Hank was also relieved.

He breathed a sigh of relief too early, and several Slytherins headed by Tom were already looking at them with dead eyes.So after coming out of the medical wing, Kyle leaned against the wall and watched a real wizard duel with great interest. The gorgeous spells of the two sides were much more exciting than the oriental fireworks show.

Of course, apart from watching the fun, Kyle also learned more about wizards' attack methods.Hank has the most flaws among all of them, but the light of the spell he fired is brighter than others.That beauty is very flexible and can make some predictions, but unfortunately the attack is not accurate enough, and it always seems to be offset by three to five centimeters.Among the melee crowd, Tom was indeed the most powerful one.Kyle was surprised to find that there was almost no warning for Tom's attack. There was no waving of his arms, no deep breathing, only a slight trembling of his wrist and a low groan, and a curse would instantly hit the target.

It's really his dragon brain, Kyle thought gratifiedly, smart and capable, alas, if only his personality could be more gentle.

When Hank and his gang fell to the ground, they were covered with colorful mushrooms and exuded an unspeakable stench.Kyle's tongue has also healed a long time ago. He walked up to Tom and reached out to pat him on the shoulder as usual when the brigade completed tasks, but Tom held him firmly the moment he raised his arm.

"You go back to the castle first." Tom didn't look at Kyle, but turned back to disperse his companions.

Kelton felt a little guilty.Wait, when did he get so afraid of this kid?

After confirming that there was no one else around, Tom turned cold, "Explain."

Kyle shrugged, folded his arms carelessly and leaned against the tree, "I have to understand how the wizards attack, so I can prepare for it."

"So you choose to experience the effect of a spell for yourself?" Tom frowned, "Hank McLevy is an idiot, he can't even beat Luvini, you still want to gain experience from him? You can obviously get experience from me here to teach."

...Although Tom didn't want to do anything with Kyle at all.Since he was a child, he knew that the guy in front of him could dodge bullets, so why couldn't he think about using failure to blow his self-confidence.

"Why don't you use the experimental products that were sent up," Kyle said, "What's more, they are just children with no hair yet, and they can't cause me much harm." If the wizard's children are so awesome, he can It's better to just throw yourself into the lake, and you don't need those two old wizards to toss yourself.

"McLevy's in fifth grade," said Tom. "He's your age."