[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

The young wizards of Hogwarts looked at her, and the hall was too quiet for a while.

Thanks to Eli's strength and charisma that he has shown in the past nearly one semester of teaching, even if he invited a Muggle to give them a lecture like never before in this class, no one chose to rise up immediately and openly express resistance or opposition.

But it's one thing not to dare to stand up, and another to be able to show it.The little wizards had different expressions, some stared at her blankly, while others looked at each other with mocking smiles on them.

Apparently, no one really seemed to welcome her here, except for the children of the family who were sitting in the front row early in anticipation of her appearance.Penny had long been mentally prepared for this, and her emotions were not affected at all.She was wearing a neat professional suit and skirt, her blond hair was pulled into a neat bun behind her head, her high heels stepped on the brick floor of Hogwarts, and there was a sound of tuk-tuk that became more obvious as she moved.

"I know some of you don't regard Muggles as fellow citizens. Complex historical factors have determined the current situation, and there is no need to blame anyone. It is inevitable."

She cut to the point and said that the disdainful expressions on some people's faces disappeared slightly, replaced by a bit suspicious and confused.Penny's hand pressed a few times in front of the huge large display screen in the auditorium, and a colorful picture jumped out of the pitch-black screen, which was transmitted along with the sound, attracting everyone's attention.

"This is a TV screen, and what is being shown on it is a concept animation prepared by the Special Liaison Office. It is the same as the advertising screen that the wizards saw in Diagon Alley. They can make pictures according to their own wishes and freeze them there. Muggles don't petrify everything, they don't stop time, and the use and operation of machinery is Muggle magic."

The picture on the screen changed rapidly with her voice, the silhouette of the wizard raised his wand, and the Holy See looked down on all living beings from a height.Holy wars, witch hunts, and veils shrouded the world into two sides, light and dark. Wizards and Muggles are developing rapidly in their own world, and they are moving towards two paths with completely different priorities. Sometimes overlap and sometimes separate.

"Even if one side is in the open and the other is in the dark, looking at the history of both sides, no matter which side has actually never given up peeping and interfering with the other side." Petunia said calmly, "The king fell headlong from the high steps. Down, steam was ignited on the chimney of the Hogwarts Express, the owl carried away the letter from the magic school and took away the Muggles who showed magic power, and the TV screens on Diagon Alley in the commercial street rose from the ground. Wizards and Muggles have never been real. Separate - magical Muggles become wizards, non-magic children of wizards become Muggles. Unlike people and house-elves, goblins, giants, werewolves, we are not two races living together, but have always been All merged into one."

There was a buzz of discussion from the audience, and a shrill voice shouted harshly: "Stop talking about such sweet words! What right do Muggles have to be compared with wizards? You are just a bunch of ignorant Muggles who don't understand the power of wizards at all— —”

There was a brief commotion at the scene, and Petunia stared coldly at the boy who was talking for a while, and he raised his wand at her threateningly with his face unmoved.

In the next second, his wand flew out of nowhere, circled awkwardly in mid-air, and flew straight towards the podium.Eli Smith, who was standing on the side of the podium, didn't raise his hand to take it. He let the collected wand float in front of him, and calmly raised his eyes.

"The school teaches you the ability and skills to use wands, not for you to point your wands at your special lecturers." He said with a deadpan tone, "Twenty points deducted from Slytherin, your house I have to learn a lesson for your arrogance and recklessness."

Those who dared to speak satirically to Petunia didn't have the guts to confront him like this. Marcus Flint, a fifth-year Slytherin student who had his wand confiscated, looked over with a gloomy expression, as if he really wanted to rely on his big size to fight again. What happened.But in his calm gaze, he finally lowered his head and did not continue his dangerous provocation.

"Thank you Professor Smith for the demonstration of dealing with wizards in special events." Penny said calmly, "This student's view has a misunderstanding, in fact, I am afraid that I understand the power of wizards better than many of you present. Students who have doubts about this, go out with your wand and come to the front of the podium."

The students looked at each other, not knowing what trick she was up to.But they weren't afraid of her, she was just a Muggle... Shortly after she finished speaking, Marcus Flint made another move.

He stood up, gave her a provocative look full of disdain, stepped out of the crowd, came to the front of the podium, and stood opposite her.

"I don't have my wand, ma'am," he said in a drawn-out voice that sounded nonchalant and indifferent. "Can I have my wand back, Professor Smith? The lady needs me to hold it."

The children sitting in the first row all gritted their teeth.Ron said disgustedly: "This stupid big man who wants to please the public, why doesn't Aunt Petunia throw him out of the classroom?"

"Ms. Evans certainly wouldn't do that!" Hermione retorted without thinking, her face glowing with pride, her eyes sparkling, "This is Ms. Evans! Always strong, always decent A woman who makes her political enemies admire! How could she lose her composure when facing a wizard? Flint deserves it too?"

"Quidditch must have shrunk his cerebellum even more." Harry said angrily. Seeing his aunt being made things difficult made him extremely upset, and seeing the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team was even more upset. "He's not used to his own wand at all, he just wants to hit somebody's head with a batsman's club..."

"Standing up empty-handed after the wand has been confiscated, does this person not know what shame means?" Dorothy clenched her fists angrily. Fist, if I were his wand, I would break myself in two right now, rather than suffer more humiliation in his hands!"

She felt that she couldn't stand this disgusting guy at all, and she was going to shoot the case in the next second to help her mother complain.But her brother held her down in time, lifted her chin, and let her see what was covered by the cloth in front of the podium.

"Dad's here," he said simply, looking thoughtfully at the hooded objects, "and I don't think Momma needs our help."

"Give him the wand," Petunia said quietly, glancing at her husband.Eli did as he was told, and the wand floated back into Marcus Flint's hand, where he grabbed it.

"Hold your wand," Petunia said to him. "Armor yourself, if you can. And if not, that's fine. Professor Smith will make sure every student in his class is safe. Relax." ,take it easy."

"Who's nervous?" Marcus Flint froze for a moment and said angrily.He clenched his wand tightly, his eyes narrowed, and he could see that there was no good idea brewing in his mind... But before he could do anything, Petunia had already picked up a small and delicate revolver from the podium, Aimed at his forehead, pulled the trigger.

The gun went off.

Marcus Flint didn't know this stuff - he came from a stubborn old pure-blood family who had a disdain for all Muggles.He didn't care about anything the Muggle said to him at all, and naturally he couldn't really lift his wand and put on an armor for himself.

Therefore, he watched the bullet flying towards him at close range - hit an invisible barrier very close to him, was frozen in mid-air, and the bullet hit the barrier with a small string of sparks.His eyes were wide open, staring at the small bullet in front of him in astonishment, and he was speechless for a moment.

He really didn't know this thing, but the fear of people in the face of danger is naturally raised, it is an instinct.

The little Muggle creation terrified him.

how can she !How dare she? !Marcus Flint opened his mouth, but no sound came out.His expression was blank, staring straight at the bullet that was still floating in front of him, looking dumbfounded.

"If you don't have Professor Smith's armor protection, this bullet can pass through your eyebrows and kill you in one blow." Petunia said calmly, "Of course, it wouldn't be so accurate under normal circumstances, but as long as you get shot, It's bound to be a horrific wound, with a high probability of being life-threatening, even if you're a wizard. It's a Muggle wound, and wizards are not immune to it."

In the silence, Petunia looked around the rows of stunned students, and said calmly: "But everyone has also seen that as long as the wizard sets the Iron Armor Curse on himself in advance, such bullets cannot penetrate the barrier. This conclusion From the experience of fighting the Death Eaters ten years ago, Muggles know more about wizards than you think-I think you have a deeper understanding of this sentence now."

She put down the small revolver and picked up another one with a larger caliber on the table.

"The increase in caliber means the increase in power." She popularized science with her classmates, and at the same time casually fired another shot at Marcus Flint.

This bullet also stopped in front of him, but everyone was horrified to find that this bullet had penetrated deeper than the previous one, and burning black smoke appeared around the bullet due to high temperature friction, and that invisible barrier seemed to be being crushed. Burning, or it was actually burning the air... Under the horrified gazes of the little wizards, it burned through half of the barrier, and then completely fell silent.

"Muggle weapons or magic are all forms of power. There is no research to clarify their internal relationship, but there is no doubt that they have a transformational unity at a higher latitude."

Petunia also put down the revolver in her hand, and picked up the third revolver on the table.

"This revolver has been carefully modified by magic. It uses magic bullets. Each shot has the effect of dispelling the first spell it touches. The weapon used to destroy the mysterious man is even more terrifying. I can't show it to you today. You see, but I think this gun is enough to explain some problems, as you think, the ordinary iron armor spell of ordinary wizards has no protective effect on it."

"Will you die if you get shot by such a gun...?" A student couldn't help asking, with a slight tremor in his voice.

"Elite-trained wizards with the most powerful magic may have a solution." Petunia said calmly, "Everyone's abilities are different, wizards are, and Muggles are too. The pursuit of power is an endless path. No one can make sure that they will walk ahead of everyone, that they will not be overtaken, that they will not be killed. Strength cannot keep you safe, only laws can. Our laws tell us to be a respectful People with life, do not bring the threat of death to others, live in peace and develop together, this is the meaning of cooperation between wizards and Muggles. No one side is absolutely strong, but we hope that in a civilized society, in peaceful times, everyone can Don't worry that one day you will be killed because you are weak, no matter if the person is a Muggle or a wizard. This requires us to cooperate to formulate laws and regulations that both sides can recognize and follow together, and resist malicious people's criticism of rules and regulations. The trampling and destruction of order—this is the situation we face, and the policy we want to implement.”

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Thank you for the landmines on the boat~