The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Anton only felt that his eyes were full of strong magical light. The wood chips, stones, gears, wrenches, etc. that were smashing around all stopped, and even the swaying house became quiet.

For a moment, the whole world suddenly became extremely quiet.

Then.

Boom~

A huge explosion sounded, and the entire space seemed to be opened by a wildly shaking Coke bottle, squeezing and spraying as much as possible.

The traceless extension spell of the island hut cracked.

Inside, a thousand square meters of space exploded in this 20-square-meter log cabin.

All were sprayed out.

"Flying with a broom!" Anton can't fly a spell, but he has mastered a magical skill, 'Wizards are gods', as long as the will to cast spells is firm enough, beyond normal, then some spells will not It's not so strict about what tone of voice and technique.

The broom flew through countless ruins and air currents, and quickly came to the front, carrying Anton and Anna in his arms to the sky.

At this moment, Snape was still frantically releasing the curse, and a terrifying curse light pierced the sky, crushed everything along the way, and hit the fairy Pedro's chest.

Pedro spurted out a huge rainbow of blood, the purple goblin puppet behind him disappeared, and the shield disappeared.

He fell into the sea like a rag doll.

The broom swooped down, flicked its tail precisely, inserted the tail of the broom into the vest of Pedro's suit, and hung him in the air.

Anton didn't want to hold such an ugly goblin in his arms.

What's more, he already has a little goblin in his arms who is only now starting to be afraid to curl up tightly.

In addition to the suitcase in her arms, the whole broom was overwhelmed against the sea, and it lost the ability to fly upwards.

Almost at this moment, the werewolf jumped out of the ruins, and the huge wolf claws slapped Snape's face fiercely.

Snapped!

Snape rotated three hundred and sixty degrees and flew past Anton.

Puff.

Splashing high waves.

Wet the three of them all over.

"Roar!" The werewolf was on all fours, roaring at Anton and the others on the sea, grabbed the mechanical fragments on the ground and smashed them at them.

"Hold the grass!"

Anton flicked his tail again, and threw the fairy on the broom's tail to a large wooden board floating on the water, soaring into the sky.

Shhhhhh.

Stones, thick wooden pillars, crucibles, etc., were like cannonballs, constantly hitting them.

Anton dexterously controlled the broom to shuttle. Thanks to the old wizard's pursuit, he mastered the use of the broom at a very fast speed.

At this moment, a figure broke through the sea and flew out.

Snape!

This thing is flying in the wind like this, and it is flying like this without any props!

Flying spell!

Anton has seen the short video introduction to this spell. In the entire Harry Potter story, there are only two people who can fly in the air without the help of anything - Snape and Voldemort.

It is said that this high-end black magic spell was invented by Voldemort.

Xiu, Anton looked at Snape with bright eyes, he liked this spell so much.

Snape looked around indifferently, with murderous intent overflowing, and saw Anton head-on.

wipe!

Anton was frightened by the look in his eyes, and saw Snape raise his arm holding the wand.

"Idol!"

An Dong's kind call was full of tears, "I almost died! Woohoo, it's great to see you again, you're not dead! Hahaha, you're not dead! You are indeed my idol!"

The little wizard was obviously very happy, swaying excitedly, almost fell off the broom, and was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the broom again.

Snape's mouth twitched, and he silently turned his head to look at the werewolf on the island.

"Lupin!"

The moonlight filled the air, and the werewolves on the small island were running around anxiously, roaring to find a place to rush out, but they flinched because of the sea water.

So, he could only roar at Snape and Anton in the sky.

Snape looked at him silently, raising his wand-holding arm again.

"Idol!"

A voice came from afar.

The little wizard looked at him nervously, "Are you really going to kill him? Don't look at how terrifying he is now. In fact, he is just a poor man infected by a werewolf bite."

Snape turned his head to look, and saw the little wizard blinking innocently with big eyes.

Huh!

The spell ripped apart the sky and brushed Anton's hair. The blazing high temperature came from the light of the spell, and Anton's neck was instantly covered with goose bumps.

However, Anton just stared at him closely, his eyes full of determination.

"Idol, killing is wrong!" The little wizard's words were so simple and righteous, and his young heart always firmly retained the cleanest piece of purity in the world.

"You are the hero in my heart, how can you kill people? When you followed the great Dumbledore to defeat the Great Demon King, everyone praised you for your great achievements. You don't know, the wanderer camp is full of Your cheering voice."

"But!" The little wizard almost cried when he said it, and shouted with piercing, disbelief, and determination, "How can you be a bad person who kills!"

Huh!

The dazzling spell was brushed in front of his eyes, and this time it was even closer, and it was like brushing against the skin.

All right!

I tried my best!

Anton neatly raised his broom~www.NovelMTL.com~ with a bang, and fled.

Now, the world is finally quiet.

Snape looked at the werewolf again.

"Lupin!"

His voice was faint, "If it wasn't for you, a good guy, to help match that group of **** and Lily, Lily wouldn't have died there in the end!"

"You are indiscriminate, as long as someone treats you well, like a humble puppy trying to please each other."

Snape sneered, his eyes full of anger.

"But you idiot, Pott doesn't believe you at all, he only believes in that bastard, and he only told the **** about the Brave Loyalty Charm!"

"Hahahaha, no one believes you."

"Just because you are a werewolf, haha, just because you are a werewolf."

Snape said, shedding tears, "They always like to define people like this, you're a werewolf, you can't fully trust. I like dark magic, and Lily thinks I'm hopeless, and I want to make it clear. limit."

"Shit, everything is shit!"

"Die! Lupin, if you're dead, you don't have to live so tired!" Snape looked at the werewolf with hurt and sentenced him to death.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

Huh!

"Armor protection!"

A mask of blue light appeared in front of the werewolf, and the magic spell of Shenfengwuying was thrown into the air.

Anton came back on his broom alone, flicked his tail, and stopped in front of him.

Snape looked at him coldly, "I thought I had given you two chances."

Anton smiled brightly, and in the moonlight, his white teeth gleamed, "Yes, sometimes I think, I'm just a brainless person."