Spell Players at Hogwarts

What kind of person is Professor Nutt?

According to Lynch's expectation, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor before the big event at Hogwarts was a little cute at best.

Even though he is a first-year Professor Quirrell, despite his strange stammering, as the only remaining student in Ravenclaw for decades, there is no doubt about Quirrell's talent.

As for the twin shadows, that's my brother...

(I can’t make it up anymore!)

It can be said that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has some problems. It is understandable that he can be integrated into all things, and it is reasonable to ascend during the day. Even if he is gored to death by Punk Youzhu, that is not the lower limit of defense against the dark arts.

But this Nat...

If a good man doesn't leave, does he have to flaunt the glorious resume of a certain two-hole socket man?

Furthermore, although the second generation seems to be mentally disturbed and behaves a bit strangely, he has been gifted with extraordinary intelligence since he was a child. Even the Death Eater team was already there during Hogwarts. Being pulled up.

Sure enough, is this typical American thinking?

Just close your eyes and have your hands?

What about divine power, bloodline transformation, etc., aren’t they just leftovers for people to play with?

Hey, hinkpunk!

Lynch was twisting restlessly on the ground. Although he lost his wand, with his huge magic power, Lynch also tried to break free from Cedric's restraints.

So the caster is already unconscious, why can the transformation spell last so long?

He started struggling from the moment he was tied up, but until Professor Nut started to get nervous, this special binding position still caused Lynch a lot of trouble.

Cedric, that bastard, must have been planning this for a long time!

Lynch thought maliciously, as a good friend, although he wanted to remind Qiu to be careful of Cedric's bad behavior, Professor Nut had no intention of letting them go...

How can the world of mental illness be imagined by little wizards like you?

"This is God's world!"

Professor Nut's laughter resounded throughout the underground palace... I don't know how to describe it, so the confusing behavior of the young man can still be called the second grade, so what should the third and forty year old be called?

The surging magic power gathered on the altar, and in the bright blood-colored brilliance, Lynch seemed to be able to feel the wail of his own wand.

"If I could get out, I would find a better one."

Lin Qi said truthfully, although the high-speed divine words sounded very impressive, the Yin-Yang Curse was the only weapon in a duel...

But I still think the silent spell is more suitable for showing off.

As Lin Qi thought this, the vibrations of the altar beneath him became more and more intense.

For a moment, Lynch's mind even flashed the illusion that this cerebral palsy design was in disrepair, but he looked at Professor Nut who started to glow slightly.

His head became huge, and a hazy light shrouded Professor Nutt's lower abdomen.

So, the world of wizards also needs to be illuminated with holy light?

uh~

A loud eagle cry sounded in the bloody brilliance.

High in the sky, the red blood condensed into a thunderbird that shuttled through the clouds, and with the blessing of magic power, one after another light blue arc fell from the sky and exploded on the altar.

Although Professor Nut looks a bit too middle-class, at least in terms of vision, he is still much better than the second-generation snake-shaped transformation.

"Come on, the elf in the storm, the darling of the thunder world, let us merge into one!"

Standing in the center of the altar, Robert opened his arms, and a ray of light suddenly burst out from the towering snake trees and enveloped the thunderbirds in the sky.

The Thunderbird struggled unyieldingly, and endless lightning exploded in front of the Snakewood. However, as a relic left by Slytherin, even the catalyzed Snakewood was far stronger than the incorporeal Thunderbird.

"Why are you competing with Shemu? You're just hacking him!"

Lynch roared angrily, but obviously, the Thunderbird, which was only a ball and not even conscious, could not understand Lynch's anger.

Even if Mr. Scamander is here...

Well, just by sniffing around with you should be able to wipe out all the hair Professor Nut stole, right?

"bring it on!"

Robert shouted, and with the continuous supply of trihedral magic power, the thicker and thicker magic barrier kept overwhelming the entire thunderbird in front of Robert.

A trace of bright red blood wrapped around Robert's body. Visible to the naked eye, Robert's skin shrank rapidly as if it had been corroded by strong acid.

A horrific cry suddenly broke through the sound barrier formed by thunder and lightning.

"So, why do you insist on engaging in crooked ways instead of doing good things?"

Lynch looked at his wand with some distress, but Robert had no intention of stopping.

The snake staff snatched from the centaurs tribe also began to play its role. The soft golden light acted on Robert's body. Recovery and destruction were at the same time. This was definitely an extremely painful process.

"Just give up if it doesn't work, Professor Nutt. Even if you fail, I won't laugh at you!" Lynch said loudly, trying to interfere with Robert's mentality with words.

In fact, if the opponent happens to choose Fierce Fire as the finishing move, it is not certain whether Lynch can defeat Professor Nutt.

Coupled with Xinkpunk who can release illusions and potential thunder magic, once Robert succeeds, what should be waiting for several people?

Robert gritted his teeth and tried to use his perseverance to resist the pain caused by the bloodline transformation.

"It's okay, Professor Nutt. Nothing is difficult in the world. If you fail a few times, even a fool can learn a lesson. You shouldn't care about temporary gains and losses. The world is so big, why don't you lie down and take a look?"

"you shut up!"

Robert gritted his teeth, and a ray of magic light immediately hit Lynch's body with a trace of blood.

For a moment, Lynch was horrified, fearing that his body would turn into the rusty appearance of Robert.

But after waiting for a long time, except for some numbness from thunder and lightning, the expected pain did not come as promised.

"That's it?"

Lynch slowly typed a question mark, and then looked at Professor Nut in the center of the altar.

Maybe it’s because he’s not in the middle of the altar?

"Professor Nat, you..."

"Shut up, Avada chews the big melon!"

Professor Nut became so angry that he even tried to kill someone to silence him. For a moment, a creepy sense of crisis approached Lynch.

Recalling a certain destiny protagonist and the second generation fell in love with each other.

You take my wand and unleash it on me?

But the sudden magnification of green light in front of him made Lin Qi feel overwhelmed.

So, was he betrayed after all?

Memories flashed through Lynch's mind like a movie.

The love of Meadows, the naivety of Brown-haired Dumpling, the unfinished magic empire...

Is my Qing Dynasty just dead?

shuh~

As the stone platform beneath his feet exploded, Lin Qi, whose consciousness was a little erratic, felt something pass through his body.

Isn't it said that chewing a big melon can leave a whole corpse? Why is Nat in such a state and still has the energy to use the Death Curse?

Also, is this the world after death?

Lin Qi slowly rose into the air, but the anger that had not dissipated made Lin Qi refuse to retreat for a long time.

How can the ghost achieve the ultimate one-to-one exchange?

With his head floating in the air a little dizzy, Lin Qi couldn't help but start thinking about such issues.

Without the support of the brain, can just a collection of memories and consciousness really affect reality?

Lynch didn't quite understand, but he decided to give it a try!

"Come solo!"

Lynch roared, and the amplified and thickened voice seemed to completely hit the root of Robert's fear. On that eroded face, Lynch unexpectedly felt a trembling emotion.

It turns out that wizards are also afraid of ghosts!

Lynch silently came to a conclusion, but what Lynch didn't expect was that when he tried to pass through Robert's body, Robert flew out uncontrollably as if he was hit by a locomotive.

So, I am also uniquely talented in the category of ghosts?

A materialized ghost, or...

bang~

Robert fell heavily to the ground, like a rag doll picked up from the garbage dump, broken and lifeless...

Did you really just change one by one?

Lin Qi stared blankly at Robert, who was silent in the distance. Under the light of the snake staff, an emotion called warmth gradually arose in Lin Qi's heart.

"Could it be that... I'm not dead?"

Lynch paused in a daze. With the recovery of body consciousness and the support of a large amount of cerebral spinal fluid, familiar calculations gradually returned to Lynch's consciousness.

"I can still be an Obscurus!" Lynch suddenly realized, recalling the way Robert was swept away before.

The force of the collision, the dense scars and the death...

This has nothing to do with me!

I originally thought that Dumbledore's solution had caused me to completely lose the characteristics of the Obscurus, but with this ability to make a comeback from desperate situations, even the Obscurus is not completely without merit!

A kind of joy arising from the heart gradually took over Lynch's soul, just like drinking a glass of ice cream on a hot summer day. Isn't this the charm of a comeback?

Lin Qi stood up happily, but another doubt gradually emerged in Lin Qi's heart.

Why didn't this altar stop?

uh~

The thunderbird screamed unwillingly, but under the suppression of Slytherin (wand), could a small animal spirit rebel?

Snapped!

A blue arc of electricity exploded on Lin Qi's back. For a moment, the tingling sensation brought by the thunder also aroused Lin Qi's inner fear.

Two-hole socket man or something, I just want to be a good person!

A strong desire to survive emerged in Lynch's heart. With the surge of adrenaline hormones, Lynch...

Throwing the street!

uh~

The thunderbird symbolizes unyielding will. As an elf in the sky, so what if a snake tree...

"Stop beeping, get in!"

After Snakewood fully showed its power, not even Thunderbird's will could compete with it.

With the thunder booming, Lynch, who was in a paralyzed state, obviously had no strength to escape from here.

After all, every complete magic transformation represents a magic riot, especially for a young wizard. Obviously, a completely uncontrollable state cannot be quickly re-expanded.

Even if it's a fireball technique, it still needs a CD, right?

"My nose is still pretty straight up!" Lynch thought desperately, but without a wand in his hand, he obviously couldn't compete with the magic of Hogwarts Castle.

At the same time, in the principal's office of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, who was wearing a nightgown, was having a video call with an old man who was also wearing the same nightgown with great interest.

"Why do you have exclusive cards?"

On the other end of the double-sided mirror, the 2.0plus version of the double-sided mirror that already enables voice calls was quietly launched without Lynch's knowledge.

Just, quite bald.

"It's just borrowing the character image, not taking it seriously, not taking it seriously."

Dumbledore said cheerfully. In the principal's exclusive lounge, a reduced version of the duel table had already appeared a lot of wreckage.

"Humph, a child's trick!"

The old wizard on the other side of the double-sided mirror was quite dissatisfied with Dumbledore's words.

"I think this guy has a very loose understanding and respect for wizards. Why does he have Phoenix blood?"

"Even news needs to be modified, not to mention this is just a card game." Dumbledore slowly shook his head, "This is a good start, isn't it? Today's wizards are better than ours." It’s more energetic.”

"More energetic, it would be more appropriate to say that one loses one's spirit by playing with things." The old wizard snorted coldly, his strange pupils full of ridicule.

"At least it won't get worse. Magic is not just used to show force. In this regard, Nick is better than us."

"Better?" The old man sneered, "So, that old guy hasn't decided to leave yet? His magic stone won't last much longer. Is he still looking forward to the next one..."

"Between life and death, who are we to judge? What's more, Nick has just upgraded this thing."

"He's just too busy to panic!" The old man looked very angry, "Just like you, Albus, so you came here today just to show off your student's work to me?"

"I thought you would find it interesting." Dumbledore shook his head, "Ha, is it already twelve o'clock?"

"I don't have time to chat with you!"

The old wizard cursed and hung up the call. After the double-sided mirror disappeared, only Dumbledore was left... and a big bird.

"Fox, do you want to play too?"

Looking at the phoenix on the shelf, Dumbledore grabbed a handful of small fish rice with great interest.

"Want to come a little?"

Fox looked at the old thing in front of him in shock, so he grabbed a handful of his own snacks from his food bowl and asked himself if he would like some?

Sure enough, Dumbledore is hopeless, right?

uh~

Fox raised his head high, and golden tongues of fire brewed in Fox's mouth.

I just don’t know if humans can survive in the flames anymore...

Boom!

The small fish in Fox's bowl shook violently. This sense of déjà vu was interrupted. When was the last earthquake in Hogwarts?