Spell Players at Hogwarts

Adhering to the basic concept of winner-take-all, I have to admit that the contents of the subsequent treasure chest caused Lynch strong discomfort.

However, limited by his own abilities, Lynch probably knew that Shemu himself would not be able to handle Professor Nutt's stable phantom transfer technique alone.

The stronger the magic power of a substance, the less likely it is to be affected by magic. As the only key to the altar, the catalytic product of Slytherin's own wand is... blood loss!

Lynch was furious and tried to use his wand to remove a piece for study, but in fact except for some white marks...

"What are you doing?"

In an instant, there was a huge fire behind Lynch, and Dumbledore's confused voice came from behind.

Therefore, Dumbledore is not omnipotent. All coincidences in the world, except for [-]% truth, cannot escape the word.

arrangement!

"What exactly happened here? Is this... is this Robert?"

Looking at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor lying on the ground, Dumbledore, who was over 100 years old, suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

Especially a wound like this on Robert...

"This... couldn't have been done by you, right, Lynch?"

Dumbledore's words lost their usual gentleness.

"Do you believe me when I say this is the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship?" Lynch said helplessly. Even an old horse stumbles sometimes. The old Riddler Dumbledore is almost in this state now?

"I don't deny it." Dumbledore said seriously, "But you should know, Lynch, this is very important."

"It is true that I defeated him." Lynch handed over the manuscripts he had collected previously, "But what I can guarantee is that he died of the sequelae of blood fusion."

"Sequelae? Bloodline fusion?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, and then looked carefully at Robert's body.

"Can you please tell me more specifically what's going on?" Dumbledore's attitude softened again. "Of course, I think it's not appropriate to talk here. The students should go back to bed and rest as soon as possible."

So you already knew there was something wrong with Robert, right?

Lynch thought honestly that the life and death of a professor was not as important as the rest of the students. He could only say that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was really meant for sacrifice, right?

"Fox, can you help me send these children to the school doctor's office first? As for Lynch..."

"I understand, Professor!" Lynch put his wand back into his pocket, and then quickly put his hand on Dumbledore's arm.

"And Professor Nutt, that's important."

"It might be a little uncomfortable, but it'll be quick."

slap~

Along with the rotation of light and shadow, the spinning toilet-like movement once again made Lynch...

Doesn't seem to feel anything?

For a moment, feeling the soft carpet under his feet, Lynch was not sure whether this was the gap between Dumbledore and Professor Nutt.

In other words, the difference between myself and Harry?

"Is this the boy?"

As soon as he entered the principal's office, an angry voice came from behind Lynch.

Phineas, he's so old.

"Not sure yet, Phineas, but I think Lynch has a lot to say."

"Lynch, why are you here? And...is this Professor Robert?"

Professor McGonagall's voice seemed a little trembling because of the urgency. After all, Dumbledore came back with a corpse and smashed it down...

"Ah, Professor McGonagall..." Before Lynch could finish his words, a sinister voice sounded from behind Lynch again.

"Obviously, our Mr. Christoph must have done something big again. What was it this time, killing a professor?"

Professor Snape, who had a round head on his head, launched the venom spray mode.

"Severus!" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "You shouldn't be so suspicious..."

"Indeed I did."

"what?"

"I defeated Professor Robert, but the cause of Professor Robert's death was a conflict with his magic experiment." Lynch stared closely at Professor Snape's aquiline nose, and then told the entire version he had imagined.

Within 10 minutes, Lynch vividly told the story of how he discovered American spies and saved Hogwarts from the great crisis.

If he wasn't so unsure, Lynch would even want to take out a naked-eye 3D demonstration.

By the time Lynch finished telling the story, the atmosphere in the principal's office had completely changed. Just when Lynch was talking about Professor Nutt trying to kill himself with a giant melon, Professor McGonagall was even trembling... and kicked him out. Special Professor.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall is the most authentic Gryffindor.

"This bastard dares to hurt my student." Professor McGonagall said truthfully. Before Professor Flitwick could react, Professor Nutt disappeared with a wave of his wand.

"Is that snake tree still down there?"

"Yes."

"Where's the centaur's snake staff?"

"Here!" Lynch took out the snake staff that had become ordinary again and enlarged it on the office table.

"Keep it, kid." Professor McGonagall said softly, "I think we must inform the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. We cannot allow the students of Hogwarts to suffer unknown grievances."

"Ah..." Dumbledore opened his mouth, Professor McGonagall's series of strong actions made it... as if she was the principal of Hogwarts.

"I'm going to notify the Ministry of Magic." Professor McGonagall left in a hurry, while Professor Flitwick glanced at the atmosphere in the principal's office in confusion.

"I'm going to check on those kids."

"Me too."

Professor Flitwick walked out with Professor Sputraw.

"It's... a good story." Professor Snape smiled coldly, and when he noticed Lynch looking at his nose from time to time...

"If the nose is deformed, can it be restored to its original shape?" Lynch asked impatiently. Every time he saw Professor Snape, Lynch couldn't help but think of his own nose.

A hooked nose or something... He won't grow a beak, right?

Lynch's eyes were firmly locked, and then Professor Snape snorted coldly. Although he lost his long hair, the bat-wing-like cloak still spread out like a tutu.

"You seem to be interested in Professor Snape?"

A desire to explore flashed under Dumbledore's glasses.

"Ah, after all... my body may be a little strange now." Lynch said extremely seriously, "I seem to have completed the sacrifice on behalf of Professor Robert, and my nose may... All bloodline modifications will be reflected in the wizard's appearance. Are you on top?"