Spell Players at Hogwarts

Snape couldn't understand what had happened in the past two years.

Putting aside personal emotional factors, in the past few years, his witchcraft of Severus Snape was definitely a great success.

The Potions Master recognized by the entire magical world of the United States and the youngest Slytherin Dean in history. Under his leadership, Slytherin won the Academy Cup for five consecutive years.

Even that old guy Dumbledore hinted that he could take over from him?

Professor McGonagall is very good, but the position of principal...

But why did I start memorizing Chinese characters two years ago?

Severus couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was some weird black magic, or... it was like what those guys who were playing with prophecies said.

Stirring the strings of fate?

And then left yourself an octave lower?

Lying on the lawn, smelling the smell of rubber that had not yet dissipated in his nostrils, and listening to the loud crashing sound like a bell, even Snape, a master of Occlumency, felt extremely empty for a few seconds.

Ah, how innocent...the stars are so bright!

Sadness spreads like mercury to the ground. What changed my destiny?

Snape believed in fate, but subconsciously, it seemed that fate was just that?

"Ah~"

The scream was accompanied by a huge cracking sound. For a few moments, Snape recalled a pair of dark green eyes, with the water-like light being smashed by an idiot with a stone, and fainted. , until it disappears.

"Idiot, Potter!"

Snape cursed secretly and wanted to stand up from the ground like a carp, but as a very sunny magic otaku, the potion on the tarsal bones had already hollowed out Snape's back. After a flutter, the earth once again embraced the potion master.

"Need any help, Professor Snape?"

A boy with a handsome face but an unpleasant aura on his face suddenly appeared in Snape's field of vision.

"No, Mr. Diggory."

Snape recognized this boy, the leader of Hufflepuff, the elder figure of Tmall, and most importantly, the subordinate and follower of that dangerous boy.

Maintaining the dignity of the professor, Snape rolled around on the ground very gracefully, with green grass blades stuck to his black robe, just like during the Wizarding War. Snape just shook lightly and crawled off the ground. got up.

brush~

Look up, handsome!

It's a pity that my hair...

"I hope you're fine." Cedric had a friendly smile on his face.

It's a pity that Cedric seems to have used it in the wrong place. If it is aimed at those mother-level witches...

"Mr. Diggory, why are you here, and where are the two hit-and-run guys?"

Snape asked quickly. At the same time, the loud noises became real. Under the moonlight, a huge shadow kept swinging. Looking at the up and down swing, if nothing unexpected happened, It should be the whomping willow that is older than me.

Hmm...the Whomping Willow?

Snape's eyes widened, "Did they hit each other?"

"If nothing else happens..."

Before Cedric could finish his words, Professor Snape pulled out his wand with a snap.

"These two mindless idiots!"

Then, the black robe that originally fit quietly to the curves of the body flew up high behind Snape without any wind, resembling the big black mouse with wings that was the boss of the Wizarding Domain.

Snape moved very fast, and seemed to have some special Buff blessing. This made Cedric feel a little itchy, but Hogwarts is not a game world after all. Otherwise, if he could move at this speed, what transformation or Even if the leg-locking curse goes on, there won't be a critical hit?

But Snape didn't go very far, and after a few steps, with the sharp swing of the Whomping Willow, in the moonlight, the shadows of a man and three women stretched infinitely.

"Well, have the strike data been recorded?"

"It's estimated to be at least three hundred points."

"Three hundred points?" Lynch paused, "That's enough. Many wizards can't hit three hundred points at all, and the Whomping Willow is not common. We can use this data for preliminary anti-strike tests."

"Christopher, what are you doing?"

After hearing Lynch's speech, it was like a dark cloud appeared, and Professor Snape came over.

"Collect data, Professor."

“What data is collected?”

"Some data on rune resistance to impact testing." Lynch replied matter-of-factly, "The effect is much better than I imagined. Mr. Weasley's skills are really good. I didn't expect that a simple 'strongness' could make an ordinary Ford car achieve this effect.”

Snape looked above the Whomping Willow. A blue car was stuck on the canopy of the Whomping Willow. Its front hood had collapsed. As for the back...

Bang~

The Whomping Willow swung the hammer with great force again, and the two screams almost made Snape's heart beat out.

He wanted to press the knots of the whomping willow, but this ancient and extremely aggressive plant obviously couldn't tell the difference between the professor and the intruder.

Perhaps, there is no difference at all.

Bang~

A long and thick branch stuck through the large hole in the front windshield.

"Well, 'firm' alone is not enough. Some additional aids need to be added, such as 'hardening' and 'flow'..."

"Flow?" Hermione raised her head in confusion.

"It's too rigid and easy to break." Lynch explained patiently, "Even if it's magic, there's nothing wrong with following the basic laws of matter. Moreover, the magic circuit needs to be redesigned. I think the traditional circular expansion can be slightly changed."

"Triangle?" Hermione paused and stopped writing.

"You can try it." Lynch nodded. This is how a product is developed from scratch...

"Now is not the time for you to study." Snape said sullenly, but when he thought of someone else up there...

Snape pursed his lips, then gritted his teeth.

Professor Sputraw, then don't blame me, Severus, for being cruel!

Snape's face was expressionless, even a little...

This cut-off part should be considered a personal trophy, right?

Snape raised his wand, flicked his wrist, and blurted out a short spell.

"Shen Feng..."

"Wait a moment!"

Duang~

Before Snape could finish reciting the curse, the car that had been strung up fell from the branches of the Whomping Willow in less than a second.

To be precise, the Whomping Willow was very successful in breaking off its branches.

Ah this...

Snape was stunned, and even the curse that was ready to go out in his hand...

"Get out of the way, Professor Snape!"

Qiu's scream broke the peace of the night.

The headlights of the car that had just landed with a willow branch suddenly turned on, and the direction it was facing was Si holding the wand...

Are you really just...doing one thing and doing the other without stopping?

Without any time to think, Lynch quickly reached out and seemed to grab something like a belt, and then pulled hard. Professor Snape was indeed beyond imagination... light?

Lynch wasn't sure how he should describe it. Anyway, judging from the extent of Professor Snape's bending, he should be quite grateful to him, right?

The blue Ford car seemed to have had enough of the driving skills of the two idiots on board.

I saw him roaring and rushing to the open space to make an emergency stop. Then the doors on both sides opened and the seats popped open left and right like a combat driver's escape device.

The two figures flew more than three meters away in an instant, and then the box, birdcage, and broom from the trunk were also kicked out.

It only takes less than three seconds to complete this complete set of car interior cleaning solutions.

"Next time, we can add some elements of transfiguration. The seats and the like are still not pleasing enough."

Lin Qi recorded the live data of the first private car in the magic world on the road with peace of mind. When all the data was written, a bald head bent over and turned ashen...

"Professor, you are so polite." Lynch quickly helped the professor up, "This is what we should do!"

Snape: (▼Van▼#)?

Snape felt that he wanted to read something, maybe it was a magic, maybe it was something else, anyway, Severus was alone and had nothing to worry about...

"Harry is still waiting for you." Lynch took an unnatural step back. In Snape's dead fish eyes, Lynch saw a hint of danger.

"You...not bad!"

Snape said coldly, his cold eyes seeming to turn the moonlight into ice.

Although I really want to tidy up my clothes, I still maintain the dignity of a professor, anyway... there is Potter!

Snape stood up straight with his legs crossed, and then showed an amiable smile in Harry's direction.

"Driving a flying car to school, being discovered by seven Muggles, and crashing the only whomping willow. Potter, Weasley, you really did not disappoint me."

Harry, who had been thrown to pieces, had just gotten up from the ground when he heard the voice of the messenger from hell.

"This must be a dream, this must be..."

Harry closed his eyes and tried to pack his luggage, but Snape just snorted arrogantly.

"You two, I don't think we will need them anymore, come with me!"

Snape ruthlessly shattered Harry and Ron's illusions, and in an instant, the joy of escaping from death was completely washed away.

"As for you guys..."

"We will arrive at the banquet hall before the Sorting. In fact, we are planning on going there, just stopping by to see if we can be of any help."

Lynch said quickly, and Cedric nodded quickly when he saw this, and the frequency was almost the same as the intensity of his suppressed laughter.

"You still want to..."

"Since there is no problem, let's leave now and won't bother you here." Lynch bowed, "Goodbye, Professor Snape. Watch your step when going down the stairs."