abnormal hogwarts

"That's it, George, Fred."

Seeing that Lockhart had passed out, Professor Flitwick stood up and stopped the twin brothers' fighting.

At this time, the arena was in a mess, with scattered stones everywhere, the originally flat ground became pitted, and there were ravines and scorch marks left by magic spells everywhere.

The students in the stands stared at George and Fred in stunned silence. The most shocked among them were the other three Weasleys.

Percy looked at his two brothers blankly, as if he had never known George and Fred.

Although last semester he witnessed the scene where people from the Akatsuki organization fought against the alien beasts on the wall of the earth flow city, the main force in that battle was Albert's Godzilla.

My two younger brothers are just borderline obs. It would be fine to replace him.

But now he has truly realized the true strength of George and Fred. At their level, even ordinary Aurors cannot match them. Only elite Aurors like Alastor Moody can compete with them. Let’s compare the two.

Ginny looked at her two brothers with admiring eyes. As a first-year girl, she couldn't see how advanced the battle between the two was, but she looked at the people around her with a look of amazement. She knew that her The two brothers are amazing.

As for Ron, there was no jealousy in his eyes.

Because George and Fred had already agreed to his application to join the Akatsuki organization, although that was only a decision forced by Mrs. Weasley's intimidation, Ron had no idea about it.

He attributed the reason why the two people's magic level reached such a high level to the fact that they joined the Akatsuki organization, completely ignoring the efforts of George and Fred.

Ron believes that as long as he joins the Akatsuki organization, he can be as powerful as them.

This is just his unilateral belief.

After coming into contact with the tens of thousands of magic books filled with hundreds of huge bookshelves in Ryudi Cave, there are also hundreds of study notes from everyone in the Akatsuki organization, as well as those records of ancient magic that Woz copied from home. of ancient parchment…

Ron will know that he thinks magic is too simple.

……

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the arena returned to its original appearance under the influence of the Restoration Spell.

"Thank you George and Fred for the wonderful demonstrations, but you still have a long way to go before you can reach their level." Professor Flitwick looked up at Amber in the stands. Te, nodded towards him.

Albert waved his hand after receiving the signal, and the space of the auditorium expanded again. The ring and stands slowly retreated away from each other, leaving a large open space in the auditorium.

No matter how many times he saw it, Professor Flitwick was always amazed by Albert's space magic.

This is not simply about applying a traceless stretching spell to the auditorium, but it already involves manipulating space and interfering with the environment.

The location of the ring was moved to one side of the auditorium by Albert, and there were more than ten long strips raised next to it that were only wide enough for one person to stand.

A number of practice targets sufficient for all students appeared out of thin air in the open space on the other side.

Professor Flitwick stood on the ring and said to the students: "Let's practice the basic spell 'Expelliarmus' first. It can be said to be the most practical spell we usually use. I'll start with Let me set an example for you."

After that, a ray of red light hit the target golem in the distance, and the fake wand in its hand immediately fell out of its hand and accurately fell into the hand of Professor Flitwick.

"Students who have mastered the Disarming Curse will come to the arena here to practice in pairs. Please note that during sparring, they are limited to using the Disarming Curse."

"And students who haven't mastered this magic spell can go to the practice area over there and practice alone against those targets."

"If anyone wants to have a real wizard duel, a wizard duel where you can use any magic spell, come to this arena where I am now, and act quickly!"

The room was filled with shouts of "Expelliarmus", real and fake wands were flying everywhere, and the whole auditorium became chaotic.

The stands that clung to the three walls had disappeared. Professor Flitwick stood on a high platform, watching the students below practicing the magic he had just taught in a chaotic and orderly manner, while correcting their mistakes.

"Marietta Ikemo, you said the spell wrong."

"Colin Creevey, don't wave your wand so wide."

……

Albert stood next to Professor Flitwick, "Professor, it seems that you are a bit busy on your own."

Hundreds of students practice magic at the same time. Although magic such as the disarming spell is basically mastered by students in fourth grade and above, Professor Flitwick just needs to correct spellcasting errors for first to third grade students. Already very busy.

Professor Flitwick took a sip from his tea cup and moistened his throat that was dry due to talking all the time, "If Lockhart is really as powerful as he said, then he can share my work. "

While saying this, Professor Flitwick kept looking at Albert with a burning gaze.

How could Albert not understand Professor Flitwick's inner thoughts? He was indeed a half-blood goblin. Professor Flitwick had learned every detail of the goblin's cunning and shamelessness.

Several clones turned around and walked off the high platform.

The Shape of Arcane spell, which can be called cheating, is no secret in the eyes of the professors, and Albert has used it in front of them more than once.

Even many students have seen more than one Albert appear on the same occasion at the same time.

Professor Flitwick waved his wand and conjured a chair. He sank into the soft cushions and happily took a sip of the tea. The cunning light in his eyes flashed behind his lenses.

"Then the Duel Club will trouble you in the future."

"Okay." Albert sighed helplessly. Having mastered the magic of clone, he is indeed the best candidate for hard work.

Albert turned around and got off the platform.

……

Lockhart woke up from his coma after being carried to the infirmary.

Thinking back to what had just happened in the auditorium, Lockhart felt his cheeks feel hot.

He was actually teased by two little wizards.

And he was knocked unconscious by the aftermath of the battle in such a humiliating way.

The door to the infirmary was opened, and Madam Pomfrey walked in from the door holding a cup of extremely strange-colored potion that was still bubbling and bubbling.

"Drink it," Madam Pomfrey ordered.

Lockhart pinched his nose and poured the potion, which had an indescribable taste, into his stomach.

Watching Madam Pomfrey leave the infirmary with an empty cup, Lockhart gritted his teeth and took out a black-covered diary from the inside of his clothes.

Do we really still need to rely on it?

Lockhart knew clearly that such magical items with their own thoughts were generally not simple dark magic items.

But the previous diary told him that it could solve his current predicament, but it only put forward a few conditions that were a bit difficult for Lockhart to accept - those conditions were extremely stringent.

If Lockhart agreed to the conditions proposed by the diary, it would not be much different from selling himself to the devil.

This was also the reason why Lockhart had not yet made up his mind.

He was having a fierce ideological struggle in his heart. Should he risk his life to see if he could achieve a high reputation, or should he resign and leave Hogwarts in despair?

Is it really necessary to risk your life for fame?

Lockhart made up his mind when he thought about the scene where he was admired by everyone.

Taking out the quill pen that he carried with him and prepared to sign people's signatures anytime and anywhere, Lockhart opened the diary and wrote this line on the yellowed and old blank paper:

I agree to your terms.

The ink then disappeared, and then a new line of writing appeared: drip your blood onto the diary.